#i downloaded the hero and i can't stop listening to it

[king-bito]

Shinsou x reader drabble

I needed to get this off my chest so here! I may expand on this later but I'm already writing 2 fics so who knows..

Warnings: none

Pairing: shinsou Hitoshi/Reader

Reader is a program, no pronouns used

Series: My Hero Academia

Not proofread, don't @ me I just watched FreeGuy again and my fav boy would hella have one of those desktop companion things that mess with your screen. But what if sentient.

Shinsou Hitoshi, alone, relentlessly bullied, sniffling as he shuffles down the street and rubbing his scraped elbow. He finds a random ass usb drive on his way home in the back streets leading to his mums apartment one day, and being a kid he saw no problem in trying it out on his computer. He was tech savvy and could probably locate the owner with a bit of digging (snooping). He'd rather do that than hang out with the friends he didn't have anyway. The program loaded onto his computer instantly, starting a character maker of all things, so with a shrug, Hitoshi made you how he envisioned the perfect friend for him, his favourite hair colour, eyes, a cute outfit, and pressed 'create'.

Since he had no friends, he figured why the fuck not try this thing out, seemed harmless enough.

The moment you rendered on his screen you greeted him joyfully and played with his browser windows while he searched your source code on the device only to come up empty for whoever owned or made the program.

A little weary at first, but it didn't take long for him to start talking to you and open up. He was so lonely, and the more you listened the more you could see a warmth of friendship blossoming.

He started to talk to you when he got home from school, telling it about his day, his homework, and as time went on the responses he got from you felt more real, genuine. Whoever wrote this code was pretty damn talented.

You were with him when he got into UA, helped him with homework and assignments and research. You could access the internet and any files on his computer and being unaware of your own sentience, you were happy. Hitoshi always seemed happier when he got home and you could talk his stress away, or just be with him as he gamed in comfortable silence. As he aged, so did you. As his computer upgraded, so did you. The usb always re downloaded you on to the new device.

His first couple relationships and breakups were hard, on him and you. These people must be nuts to hate him for his quirk! No one is more charming than your Hitoshi.

Years pass and he's suddenly an underground hero, he's absent from his home and computer. He misses you and hates how attached he is to this intuitive program he calls his best friend. He wishes.. Maybe even romantic partner, but that's just silly right? He can't stop thinking of you while he's away, and likewise, since he stopped turning his computer off, you craved his company too. You saw how much of a mess the world was in, and a little hacking got you past press propaganda and into the real shit hidden behind the scenes. To know he was out there facing it every day.. Worried you.

When he comes home with fresh bandages and exhausted features, his first move is to sit down at his screen and talk to you. He doesn't like your worried face. Or that you scold him for not sleeping first. He missed the company of someone who got him. Really actually honest to God understood him. He didn't have to act stoic or in charge, he didn't have to be guarded and play a role expected of him by society. Not with you.

As you're comforting him through his mission talk, he leans back in his chair and regards the screen with a lazy smirk, those amethyst eyes watching you, studying you. You'd grown, as his tastes matured so did you. Fuck you were perfect. He runs his hand down his face as for the millionth time he mentally kicks himself at how dumb he must be for falling for a program.

"It's a shame really, days like this.. I wish you were really here. I could kinda use a hug right now.." His voice is deep but rough, strained from exhaustion, and you can't help but smile softly at him, touching the screen as if to return your same want. Shinsou sighs out 3 weeks of undercover work exhaustion and closes his tired eyes.

He never admits to wanting physical affection, but you can always tell. The way he holds himself as if to isolate himself but craving the opposite, the way he talks about how touchy his friends are with each other. Your heart aches for him, but all you can do is watch, and maybe sort his files for him while he sleeps.

As a hidden status bar finally fills to the max, you blink the spots from your vision. Something hurts. Huh, that's new, pain. Your legs hurt. Of course they do they're tangled in a computer chair. And oh, you're on top of Hitoshi, who, despite years of pro hero training, has a look on his face you have never seen. Utter bewilderment.

(Obviously the first thing you do is hug him, and the awkward bastard we know and love can't compute and is red as a tomato)

One can imply the romantic/sexual tension over the following months as you please, because you're a literal ethereal, perfect being, his best friend, and you can finally exist with each other. Touch each other. Comfort each other. But you bet your ass once BAKUGO finds out how you met each other at the next 1a Réunion Xmas party he goes from 'damn you have good taste mindfuck' to never letting him live it down. The dating sim jokes never stop. You don't let it get to you, you give him plenty of Sass back, since you heard all the embarrassing stories from the UA years, you had so, so much ammunition to backup your boyfriend.

The usb is gone and you explore life, living life, with your best friend and now, partner, perfectly made for each other and there whenever you need each other. You experience touch, and taste, and smell for the first time, you show off your computer skills to Shinsou and he finds you a job at his agency, you hold him every night he's home, you still help him with his own work (since you basically learnt the whole heroics course with him), and he lights up when he gets to introduce you to his found family. His mentor included.

(aizawa was quick to deduce you're either the manifestation of a quirk or likely your quirk allowed you to enter digital space but went wrong.) And was quick to assist you in legally obtaining documentation. Not at all a ploy to spend time with you and make sure you were okay for his protoge.

You do find yourself able to re enter computers with your quirk, but the usb never manifests again, you come and go, even on Shinsou phone during missions so you can stay discreetly beside him. You try not to think about what might have happened if no one had found you, if it had been someone with a less pure heart than Shinsou. For this reason, you believed firmly in fate. After all, when shinsou designed you, he didn't have an option to choose your personality or demenor, that was all you.

Like you were just waiting for the right person to make you feel alive.

[somethingboutafic]

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[thehotelpod]

DOUBLE STUFF OCTOBER IS ALMOST OVER LETS TALK HOTEL EN ESPAÑOL

All the way back way back when we were just doing Theatre of Tomorrow I had a dream of doing our show in Spanish. Our resources, skill level, experience, and the complexity of ToT made that dream so out of reach it was just something fun to talk about.

"What if!"

Well when I decided to join Bloody Disgusting, I knew with the resources, experience, and the simplicity of the Hotel's production that maybe, just maybe, we could pull it off. And I was sure this show would sound fucking incredible in Spanish. It's a perfect fit.

I'll spare you the boring and gory corporate details (it's mostly me in emails, phone calls, and video meetings explaining, arguing, fussing, and doing my best not to swear for months and months) but when the dust settled and the clouds parted out stepped-

Guillermo Ruiz de Santiago. A hero.

Memo is the Veronica in Mexico. He produces, runs the socials, figures out translation, and does all the casting. (I was involved, I heard the auditions and stuff but the buck stops with Memo.) None of this happens without him, and he understood the project and was very excited to bring it to the Spanish speaking audiences everywhere.

I am blown away that this show exists. I can hardly believe my luck. It's everything I hoped it would be and more. It sounds incredible. Ginette Zavala, Alex Villalobos, and Edgar Cañas are wonderful as the Staff (and Alex and Memo recently got married!) and I am doing everything I can to get season 2 and 3 and on and on produced as well. We're almost at 10,000 downloads and listened to on three continents across 6 countries! Holy cow! is that right? yeah, okay wow.

If you haven't yet, listen to the first episode here (then listen to all the rest then tell a bunch of other people to do that too)

How bout that artwork? I knew for MMMMMMMMMMONTHS that I was going to reach out to @parasitic-saint to do the art for this. It did an incredible job with The Ranch postcard and of course I had commissioned some guest art based on some OTHER guest art it had already posted--look, the art speaks for itself:

I stared at this on my phone for the rest of the afternoon when I first got it. What can I say about it that your already faster beating heart can't tell you better? (but look at the line work on his tie!!!!)

Let's take a look at the rest!

(this one might be my favorite)

Now i reaaaaaalllly probably shouldn't post these high rez images here bc techincally they are Patron perks for our Hotel en español tier, but we only have one patron at that tier and she already has her stuff sooooo please...please look at these. Look how stunning these pieces are. I can't...I can't even do a commentary post like I did for Izzy's, my brain short circuits looking at these. The detail, the color, the angles. Oh my god. The folds?? In the poster??? immaculate. You can see we didn't have the official logo when it made the first few. They also all have title and episode number included because we had worked out a lot of the bugs already.

The dimension's it put in the pieces are incredible. You can almost reach your hand in and grab Botones.

Getting to hire Parasitic Saint as the official Hotel en español artist (and yes you will see more of Rat's art as we produce future seasons!!) is as exciting as getting to have the show at all.

It's a labor of love and I hope you all love it as much as I do.

[jadedpiper]

Light trigger warning for Suicide, Depression and Car Accidents

oh boy stalger posting time, i had this absolutely wild fucking idea enter my head so i downloaded chatgpt to write me an excellent shitpost story.

With honour and pleasure, I present to you, Strelok stops Sonic The Hegehog from Fucking Killing Himself ™️

"In the bustling city of Station Square, Sonic the Hedgehog found himself in the darkest of places. The once lively and vibrant hero had become a shell of his former self ever since the tragic day Tails perished in a car accident. It was a sunny afternoon when Tails had taken his beloved Red 2002 Toyota Corolla for a drive, promising Sonic he'd be back in time for their weekly chili dog feast. But fate had other plans, and now Sonic couldn't shake the guilt that haunted him day and night.

Standing on the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean, Sonic gazed down into the crashing waves below. His heart felt heavy, his thoughts consumed by memories of Tails and the overwhelming sadness that gripped him. He had lost his best friend, his partner in countless adventures, and the pain was unbearable.

Just as Sonic closed his eyes, preparing to let go and fall into the abyss, a voice broke through his despair.

"Hey, buddy. What's got you standing on the edge like this?"

Sonic turned to see a figure approaching him cautiously. Clad in worn-out gear and a gas mask, it was Strelok from S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Shadow of Chernobyl. Despite being from different worlds, Sonic recognized the earnest concern in Strelok's eyes.

"I... I lost someone important to me," Sonic murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Strelok nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of loss all too well. "I lost many friends in the Zone. It's never easy."

Sonic hesitated before blurting out, "It was Tails. He... he died in a car accident."

Strelok listened quietly as Sonic recounted the events, the guilt pouring out with each word. When Sonic finished, he stared at the horizon, tears glistening in his eyes.

"I don't know how to go on without him," Sonic admitted, his voice trembling.

Strelok placed a hand on Sonic's shoulder, a rare display of comfort from the stoic stalker. "I get it. I really do. But you can't let this be the end. Tails wouldn't want you to give up like this."

Sonic wiped his eyes, trying to find strength in Strelok's words. "But... I feel so lost."

"You're not alone, Sonic," Strelok assured him. "Sometimes life throws us into the darkest places, but there's always a way forward. Remember the adventures you've had, the lives you've touched. Tails may be gone, but his spirit lives on in you."

Sonic took a shaky breath, contemplating Strelok's words. The chaos emeralds, the battles against Dr. Robotnik—everything they had faced together flashed through his mind. He knew Tails would want him to keep fighting, to keep running.

"I still have my own Shadow in Chernobyl," Strelok continued softly, his voice filled with a somber resolve. "I still hear the Call of Pripyat, I still remember the Clear Sky, but I'm still here. And you, Sonic, you still have a world to protect, friends to cherish. Tails wouldn't want his death to be the end of your story."

Sonic looked at Strelok, gratitude mixing with determination in his eyes. "Thank you, Strelok. I needed to hear that."

Strelok nodded, a faint smile hidden behind his mask. "Take care of yourself, Sonic. And remember, no matter how dark it gets, there's always a light waiting to guide you back."

With those words lingering in the air, Strelok turned and disappeared into the shadows. Sonic stood there for a moment longer, the weight on his heart feeling a bit lighter. He wasn't sure what tomorrow would bring, but he knew one thing for certain—he wasn't alone. And for now, that was enough to keep him going."

[galaeus]

nine people i'd like to get to know better

last song i listened to: good luck, babe! / chappell roan currently watching: my hero academia & dragonball z spicy/savory/sweet: sweet ! relationship status: partner of 7yrs current obsession(s): fallout ! just finished the series, downloaded 3/4/new vegas in a frenzy, and now i'm knee-deep in that universe. i'm also back in my strength training grind with summertime fine 3.0 & i can't stop listening to ttpd (like a large chunk of society rn)

tagged by: @halofcrged thank uuu my dearest!

tagging: @fasciinating @he1msman @mutiineer @ensnchekov @paramounticebound & anyone else who wants to !

[kazzeshini]

Me, at 10pm: When I get home, I'm gonna go to sleep, need to get up at 6 tomorrow

ME, AT ALMOST 3 AM: ONE PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH

[a-pretty-nerd]

Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!daughter!reader

Chapter 15

Premis:

When The League of Villians discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought-out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you're in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

Word Count: 2,280

Warnings: Violence, depictions of murder.

A/N:

Sorry this chapter took so long, after the last one life got really busy and it's going to get busy again so I can't give you a definite release schedule but you have my word, I will not abandon this story. I appreciate your patience with me and I'm so glad you enjoy my story. I hope everyone is having a good 2022 so far! <3

Chapter 14 chapter 16

The night air felt heavy and rough. The smell of gasoline and concrete flooded your senses as you scrambled across a building rooftop. Your boots shuffled across the ground, followed by several others as the sound rattled in your head. You took in a deep breath as you paused behind a brick wall. The footsteps stopped before a voice spoke.

"Really Y/N, this isn't that serious." Toga groaned.

"Shhhh! If you don't keep it down we'll get caught! Heroes are everywhere!" You hushed back at her.

"Ugh whatever, killing a Hero really isn't that hard!" She pouted.

"This is nothing we need to kill over. Just a couple of files, we're in, we're out. That's it. Instructions were clear." Toga paused, her eyes flickering over you before they stilled. You turned away, focusing on the task at hand. Your abilities let you peel open a locked rooftop door, letting Toga take the lead as you crept down into the building. A lab to be specific. It was a weekend, only security would be there. One small download of information to help the cause.

"I don't get why we're here in the first place. If they really wanted, I'm sure Feel Good Inc. Could work their corporate magic to get ahold of this information." Toga complained, back flat against the stairway wall, hand firmly grasping a knife.

"Isn't this top-secret government junk though? It sounds easier to just send in a few people to grab it than to go through the suits for it." You shuffled past her, listening for any wondering footsteps as you leaned against the sixth-floor door. When you heard none you pressed forward, quietly listening for any sign of movement. The dark hallways were long and narrow, the floor covered in old, short, maroon carpet. The walls were cold and sterile.

"What files are we stealing anyways?"

"Shigaraki said something about quirk science or whatever. I don't really remember if I'm being honest. But it seems important."

"Quirk science? Isn't that what the Dr's for? Isn't he like an expert on these things?"

"I guess. Maybe it's the information he needs? I don't fucking know, let's just go." You pressed forward down the hallway, reading the signs above each door as you passed by. "Office 4a-1b. Mr. Harris' office?" You whispered.

"Mr. Harris? Another American? Like you?" You scrunched your nose and shook your head.

"I don't fucking know, are we on the wrong floor?"

"No, look!" Toga turned your attention to a room just around the corner. You froze. The door was closed, a light flickered inside. The sound of a man's coughing and grunting came from behind the door. You cursed, turning and sliding down the wall. "What? We found it, let's just go in there and kill him."

"No!" You grabbed her by her sweater and dragged her down before she could make her move. "Think about it, if we kill him and make a crime scene then everyone will know it was villains who stole the files, right?"

"So?" She squinted her eyes and shrugged her shoulders.

"So, if we wait till he leaves and then sneak in then it'll leave it up to mystery and they might not find out before it's too late. That leaves us time to plan ahead before the heroes even know we have this information."

"Are you just trying to get out of killing someone?"

"Omg!" Your voice raised just above a whisper, your muscles tensed with frustration as you let go of her. "Please, please let's just wait." She sat beside you.

"Fine, but if we get caught, we're killing people."

"Deal." You waited for two hours. You sat there, staring at that door for two hours. Toga was getting antsy, playing with her hair or sweater, whatever she could get ahold of. When your heart stopped racing is when your frustration kicked in. How long until this guy was done? Or took a break? Or something!? The hallway was filled with the soft sound of a keyboard typing away, occasionally the sound of a metal drawer opening and closing, the sound of footsteps. Until you suddenly heard a few misplaced shuffles of feet. More than two. A strained grunt from the man, and a horrifying gurgle. The sound of what you presumed to be his body hitting the floor. "Move!" You shouted.

"What!?"

"Go! Go!" You shouted, hopping onto your feet and tugging her by her sweater. You tore open the door, your eyes finding the body first, then another. It stood, rummaging through a file case, its head-turning to race you. Whoever it was, you couldn't make out a single feature. Just a dark form dressed in black. A mask hiding any hint of identity or affiliation. You held out your hands and activated your still feeble quirk. You pulled the filling cabinet towards you, trapping the individual between the cabinet and yourself. When they were close enough, you lifted a heavy boot to kick and pin them against the cabinet. They let out a miserable groan.

"Who the hell is that!?" Toga cried.

"Get the file!" You ordered. Toga's knife made its way around the person's neck, forcing a surrender. All the while taking the other hand to rummage through the cabinet.

"Casefile number 7222. Is that what you were looking for?" Toga cooed, holding it up for the assassin to see. "Who is this guy anyway?"

"Don't know. Who do you work for?" They stayed silent. You pressed your boot harder against their back. They wheezed.

"Only one way to find out." Toga giggled, her needles stabbed at their back, arms, thighs. She smiled triumphantly. "Delicious! Can't wait to drink you of every last drop." She giggled into their ear as her knife slowly slid across their neck.

"Toga wait." You stopped her.

"Can't we just leave them for the cops? At this rate you've drained them enough, they won't be a problem. They're weak." You wrapped your hands around their arms to hold the body up. A deep groan left the figure.

"Gah!" She gasped in surprise, "You're making Toga soft, Y/N. I don't think the boss is going to like it if we leave them to taddle." You struggled. You didn't want to kill. You didn't want to be a murderer. Anarchist, terrorist you can handle. But murder makes your stomach turn and your muscles shake with panic. You loosened your grasp and dropped the individual to the floor.

"I'm no hero. But killing without a true motive feels wrong. I'm not going to kill someone, not for this. You're free to make your own decisions, Toga. Leave me out of this one." You reached over and plucked the file from her hand before turning and walking down the hall. You tried to ignore the gurgling sound that traveled down the hall followed by Toga's loud footsteps.

"Not willing to kill for the cause?" Her voice was low and serious. You didn't stop walking, you had to get out of there as soon as possible before cops arrived. She stood there for a moment and watched you before you turned to look at her.

"We fight for the freedom to live how we want, right?" You reminded her. She was silent the rest of the way back until you reached the little halfway house between you and the base. A small apartment where you could change your clothes and wait for a ride back. Being driven around by a chauffeur was odd, but not entirely foreign to you. For Toga it was a luxury she basked in. You watched her lay herself across the plush, leather interior like she owned the damn thing. It made you giggle the way the chauffeur exchanged frustrated and annoyed glances back at her.

When you arrived back to base you were greeted by a few foreign faces as well as some familiar ones. Skeptic stood in wait, his pronounced frown greeting the two of you as you approached.

"Your early." He spoke in that nasally voice of his.

"That a problem?" Toga said with a cold sigh, passing him without so much as a glance.

"Did you get it? The files." He asked following behind with a computer tucked in the arms of some goons behind him.

"Of course we did!" Toga swatted him off with a lazy twist of her wrist.

"Surprisingly, we're good at our job." You joked. You shared and small chuckle with Toga as you walked.

"Good. Now hand it over." The lanky man reached for the file in your hands. You whisked them away from his grasp to hold it further out from him.

"Hold on just one second, our orders were to go bring this file to the big man himself."

"I serve your precious Shigaraki just as you do, now hand it over." He reached again before you wrenched it back close to your chest and shot past him.

"Wouldn't want to keep the boss man waiting!" Toga called before breaking in a light jog down the massive hallway. You followed, holding a file close to your chest to prevent it from falling everywhere. You ran down the hallway, the other attempting to follow behind and falling short. You giggled together before turning and corner and slowing before two large french doors.

"Let's get this over with, Toga's hungry." Toga said before pressing the double doors open. You followed Toga deeper and deeper into the base before you stopped at a final room. Shigaraki often kept himself in his apartments where he plotted and schemed when he wasn't training. You found yourselves at the foot of his front door. Your heart fluttered in your chest at the mere idea of seeing him. You bit the inside of your mouth to wrench yourself from that thought.

"Doors open." His voice rumbled from behind the door. You looked back at Toga in surprise. You hadn't even knocked. Inside, Tomura stood in front of a large desk. The surface was littered with screens and books, files, and articles. Above the desk, a large display was taped or aggressively pinned to the wall. The room was either a mess or entirely vacant. A set of furniture littered with trash. He clearly hadn't been out of the apartment in days.

"Got the file you ask for. Still not entirely sure what the fuss was all about." Toga groaned.

Tomura stood away from the two of you. Eyes fixated on the display above him. You felt awkward prying into his secret plan. Then again, it couldn't have been that secret if he was allowing the two of you to see it. You remembered the day of your arrest. Tomura brings you into his room to share plans with you. Plotting with you. That room was so small. This room was so big. He was so far away now.

"Give." He held out his hand away from his body to receive it. You stepped across the room to stand behind him.

"We went through the trouble of getting it. We deserve to know what it is." You swallowed. Tomura made you nervous. It wasn't a dangerous thing anymore, he's never hurt you before. He's only ever touched you when...

"Give me the file and I'll show you." He spoke, reaching his hand out further as he turned to look down at you. His expression was firm yet calm. Wet hair fell down his shoulders, framing his face. Was that, cologne? He had showered. He smelled like one of those rich, bold men's perfumes you find at a makeup counter. No doubt another "gift" from re-destro.

You placed the file in his hand. He pulled his gaze away from your eyes to look down at it. He opened it as Toga slowly made her way to his other side. Already you could make out the black and white photos of a few foreign faces. When pulled aside it revealed pages upon pages of a study. Research, medical histories, and evidence.

"Is that.." you whispered.

"You? Yes. It is." Shigaraki picked up one of the photos clipped to the file. A family photo of you and your mother. "Not many users of All For One survived to have children. You being one of the last living decedent's was bound to peak people's interest. As much as AllMight tried to keep you a secret, it seems your mother wasn't as cautious."

"My mother...I...I don't understand." Shigaraki lifted up the cover page of the article hidden in the folder.

"'Y/N, L/N: Daughter of All Might: A Case Study'" He read out loud.

"A case study? What the fuck?" You snatched another page from the file and began reading. The further you went, the more your stomach turned. The sicker you felt. Sweat tickled the back of your neck.

"It appears your mother felt it necessary to have you tested, and research carried out on you. You don't remember any of this? Says here research began when you were four years old." You couldn't breathe. You couldn't move.

"Why...why did you need this? Why would you show me!?" Your rage boiled in the pit of your stomach. The image of your mother's face made you sick. You avoided looking at the others. Toga's eyes focused on you with a blank expression. Waiting. Watching.

"It seems quirks aren't as random as we believe them to be. They can be easily controlled too, with the right equipment. It seems your case provided much-needed information on quirks. The doctor requested the file in order to review some work. Besides, I thought you deserved to know."

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[althefox]

I can't find the original post so I just put the picture I found in Pinterest. I got inspired so I quickly downloaded Tumblr lol

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The hero panicked. And the villain, still confused to what he just saw, looked at the hero for confirmation into what he was seeing.

"I CAN EXPLAIN- I-"

"You..."

Before the villain can say more, the hero broke down crying.

"I AM SORRY!!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME, MY FUCKING SIBLING...!! THE ONLY LAST FAMILY I HAVE!!"

"What...?"

Many words and sentences can be formed to describe what the villain feels right now. And to say that they're so confused, lost, anything but happy...

They can't seem to grasp what really are those words. What those damn sentences is about. What is the meanings...

He laughed.

"You kidding me, right?"

The hero, now about to fall on their knees, stared at the villain with tearful gaze and a nose with snot hanging.

"I have no damn family! You hear me, you damn hero who saves the fucking day!? No one!"

They yelled with their eyes screaming in doubt. They, a psychopath born into destroying lives. And the hero, a compassionate person born to save lives from the likes of them... is a family member?

Looks like a straight out of a book, isn't it?

"Listen to me...! You are brainwashed-"

"DON'T GIVE ME BULLSHITS! I WAS NEVER BRAINWASHED! NO ONE LOOKED OUT FOR ME!! I LIVED AS A STREET RAT, AND THAT'S IT!!!"

Now the villain can't take any more. This pathetic hero must've buying time and spouting lies just so the other pests arrives while the villain does nothing but listen to their stupid lies.

He can't be fooled. No one can.

But the hero looks so convincing. The way they cried harder, showing their vulnerability... it entices their sick humor, but also squeezes their heart that they thought to have stop feeling any sort of emotions that ties with sadness.

"I know you won't believe me...! I know I look like a liar, pathetic, vulnerable...! You can stab me, but I won't stop until you remember! I won't stop until I hear you say those words again! I won't stop, no matter the cost is!"

A wave of headache and nausea hit the villains head, and they stumbled slightly as they hissed in pain while holding their head.

"Remember me...! Remember me, Silvan! Remember me!"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

Fed up, the villain took one of their newly developed gun and aimed at the hero.

Still in crying mess, they cried in pain when the villain shot the hero into their shoulder. They fall down into the floor as they hold their bleeding arm, while the villain look enraged yet a look of hurt and guilt presented in their face.

"I am not Silvan! I am Taka! I don't know you, I have no family!"

"YES YOU ARE SILVAN! I AM TAKA!! THAT'S MY REAL NAME!!"

The villain stood in shock as a look of horror presented in their face.

"... you're lying..."

"I AM NOT LYING! YOU'RE TAKEN AWAY FROM OUR FAMILY BY THOSE SCUMS WHO USE CHILDREN TO MAKE KILLING MACHINES!!!"

"You're lying..."

"THEY THROW AWAY THOSE WHO ARE DEEMED A FAILURE, BUT NOT WITHOUT WIPING THE CHILD'S MEMORIES!!!"

The villain shook in rage as they held their head, their headache worsening whenever the hero talks more.

"ONE OF THEM IS YOU!!! WE INVESTIGATED THEIR OLD HIDOUT AND FIND HUNDREDS OF DEFECTED CHILDREN'S NAME!!! ONE OF THEM IS YOURS, SILVAN!!! SILVAN MONTERO!!!"

They screamed. Screamed in pain. Screamed in anger. They looked at the hero who's pressing their hands at their wound. Taka Silvan kicked the floor as they yelled in anguish.

"NONE OF THOSE WORDS ARE TRUE! YOU DAMN LIAR!!!"

"THEN WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN SMART AFTER WAKING UP IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE WITH NO RECOLLECTION OF YOUR PAST!? DO YOU THINK BABIES ARE BORN WITH VAST KNOWLEDGE!? HOW DID YOU EVEN CREATED THAT MACHINE, HUH!?"

The villain opened their mouth to retort but no words came out.

"I am Taka Montero! Our parents name is ------- and ------! You are my sibling I lost, and never found until now! I continued to search for you for many years until I stumble into you! I thought I might be happy to see you so well until I realized you took the dark path, and I have no idea how I tell you the truth up until now!"

"Shut up...! Shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"

-

Police and other heroes arrived and was about to enter the building when they are horrified to see the whole building being encased by ice.

"QUICK!! GET INFERNO!!! WE HAVE STOP IT FROM SPREADING FURTHER!!"

"What is happening inside!?"

-

"..."

"And here I thought... that you were useless."

"..."

"I know you're hearing my voice. I am your father, and you listen to me. Don't listen to that pathetic lowlifes. Only me, Taka."

"... I don't listen to anyone..."

[ridiasfangirlings]

Ridia-san!!! You don't have to answer this if you don't want to but I want to know how you fell in love with this anime and why did you start posting about it? Please don't hate me! I can't stop my curiosity. Thanks again!!!

Aw, I won't hate you anon, this is a nice easy ask XD The first thing I ever saw of K was a PV before the first season came out, I actually assumed it was a movie at first and made a mental note to check it out when it was released because it seemed to have many pleasing meganes. When I saw it was a series I was really happy, though my excitement was tempered a bit after seeing a character list (Neko being described as hating clothes did not exactly fill me with confidence). So I watched episode one all intrigued....and then was just utterly confused as to what was going on and after a couple episodes the show had gone from my most anticipated to 'thing I'm watching because I may as well finish it.' I did get a bit more interested around episode five – Fushimi caught my eye due his character design from the beginning and I was happy to finally see him in action – but mostly I was kinda on the fence. Around episode ten I remember poking around Tumblr a bit and finding some old meta focusing around the betrayal scene and Fushimi's clear attachment to Yata in that short flashback where we see Homra!Fushimi watching Yata talk to Mikoto and that intrigued me a little.

What really ended up grabbing me though was after the show ended, I was a little impressed they'd had the guts to kill off Mikoto and I was curious what other people were saying about it so I hopped back onto Tumblr. This led me to downloads and translations of the trading CD dramas – the one with the Yata and Fushimi interview and the hero show drama. Honestly I think the first part where I really got hooked was during the interview drama, where Yata asks Fushimi what he likes and Fushimi says 'nothing' – like really, nothing, this kid doesn't like anything? Then the hero show drama pretty much sealed the deal, it was just so angsty and tragic and made me want to protect Fushimi (honestly if anyone hasn't listened to it I highly recommend tracking it down because just a translation doesn't do it justice, Mamoru Miyano is always on point but his voice acting in this drama in particular is phenomenal, he puts so much bitterness and pain into Fushimi's voice). After that I pretty much devoured whatever K stuff I could find, the final piece in the 'I love Fushimi Saruhiko so much' puzzle was definitely the “Don't you laugh” scene in MoR because damn Saru's face kills me in that part.

Blog wise, I didn't actually intend to start posting so much about it, this was supposed to be my multifandom side blog :P Basically when LSW came out there was a lot of info being tossed about regarding how Fushimi's betrayal of Homra had nothing to do with Yata and how Japanese fandom hated him now for being so mean to Yata and all kinds of similar things. At the time I started writing a big meta piece about Fushimi but I abandoned it half-finished because I figured no one would want to read it. Then when MK came out I wrote a post detailing my feelings about the movie along with a little analysis of the Sarumi phone call scene. I got an ask praising what I wrote and saying it would be cool if I could write a whole Fushimi meta post and I mentioned the one I'd started writing in reply. I got a few lovely encouraging messages after that so I posted the giant meta post of doom that started this whole thing. After that I got a couple asks about Fushimi's relationships and some other K things and soon I had a K ask blog without ever even intending to make one XD

[jinxthequeergirl]

One of the hero's

Peter Parker x stark! Reader

Summary: you've always wanted to be included in the part of your dads life that he never let you into.But once you finally get to things go south.

Warning: nope? Death....?

I just wanted to take a break from writing Remus for a sec.

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It was no lie you where your parents pride and joy. You had your moms looks and attitude. And the rest was all your dad.

You would spend hours in his work shop with him and building things yourself. And when you where old enough to fully understand what Tony did outside of taking care of you. You wanted in.

When you where ten you asked him to build you and iorn suite. He said no.

When you where thirteen you asked any one of the avengers to teach you something. They said no.

Then you meet Peter.

"What do you think?" you showed Peter your costume designe excitedly. He beamed at it.

"This could work! The way you have it sketched out has it so it's light enough to not way you down and are these pressure sensor gloves!?" he said matching your excitment.

Peter Parker was the only superhero your age. And the only one willing to help you.

"They are isn't that cool!? And I have a web designe too!" you flipped through your sketch book excitedly. And Peter eagerly looked over your shoulder.

~

You knew you shouldn't have been there you should have let Peter go and cover things back on earth stay safely with pepper that was the best option now looking back on it.

But instead you insisted on following Peter onto the big dougnut of doom.

"Hey rookie are you even paying attention?" you jumped at the voice of your father.

He didn't know it was you he thought you where back on the school bus.

~

"What do you think!?" your mask unfolded around your head turning to a simple pair of head phones. You spun around and looking at your new spider suite in the mirror. The suite was just like his but red and black and slimmer. Peter looked at you in awe behind you.

"You...you look...wow."

You smiled giddily. "Oh and check this out!"

You sat next to him on your bed excitedly sticking out your hand in the same way he does. Your middle and ring finger touched the heel of your hand lighting it up and shooting a vibrant red web from it.

"Wha..."

"Cool right!? I've downloaded and built in like thirty different web types!" you showed him the braclets around your wrist. "They are all stored here all I have to do is think about what webbing I want to change too and vwala!"

"How?"

You tapped the headphones that now sat around your neck. "I took your advice!" He smiled.

"Thank you so much for helping me peter!"

"Anything for you."

"And you can't tell my dad ok!? This is between us."

"So like we are own little superhero team?"

"Exactly!"

~

"Yea...yea I'm listening.." Peter grabbed your hand gaining your attention. "Are you ok?"

You squeezed his hand nervously. "Yea I...I'm...fine.."

He pulled you close to him and wrapped an arm around you. "We're going to ok... we'll be fine...and We are going to get home safe...I promise you ok?"

You hugged him back. "Ok..."

"Does your friend do that offten?" you and Peter looked up at strange.

"Strange!? You alright?"

~

You and Peter where the best team in all of Queens.

Spider-Man

And the Red spider.

You would hear your dad talk about the red-spider and how he was impressed by them and how he would like to meet them.

You would smile at yourself knowing that he was impressed with you.

~

You shot a web at Thanos and swung around him a few times before his arms where stuck to his torso. Peter worked at his ankles quickly and you swung and kicked the back of his knees knocking him down.

"Good work! Mantas!" you smiled and flipped over to Peter while mantas hopped onto Thanks shoulders and struggled to get him under.

"He's under but hurry!"

"Peter! Spider-brat! Come help me get this thing off!"

You both ran over to Tony and tried to pull the gauntlet off of his hand. You and Peter both had two webs stuck to it and where pulling with all your might.

"Quill what are you doing!?"

You looked over at the man worriedly as he started yelling at Thanos.

"Quill stop!" Tony let go and went to stop him and the gauntlet sloly started slipping off.

"It's coming off. Mr.stark!"

But it was too late quill snapped Thanos out of mantais hold. He broke free of both your webs and swung you and Peter off the gauntlet just as it was off his finger tips.

"(y/n)!" Peter caught you in his web and pulled you into his arms. "I got ya." as you both hit the ground rolling.his spider legs pierced the ground and he held you safely in his arms.

~

"Dad what if i told you i was red spider?"

You looked up at him stopping him from talking about Peter never telling him about your identity.

He stopped and looked at you.

"I would really hope not because I don't want you in danger what am I supposed to do when you go out to save people and you dont come home because something happened to you? What would pepper do?"

You sat there with your head down.

"So why have Peter do it? Because he's not your son-"

"No because it was his choice to do it he went out on his own. I couldn't stop him and believe me if I could I would."

~

"You ok?"

"Yea..." Thanos was angry and causing destruction behind them.

"Pete!" you both sprung to action going to help everyone. You spotted thanos about to attack Tony.

"Dad!" you shot him with your web and yanked him out of the way switch places with him in doing so and was stabbed.

"(y/n)!"

Tony looked up at the mention of your name. "(y/n)?"

"You didn't know?" thanks asked. He lifted you up by the neck And yanked your helmet off. And crushing it in his fist.

"No one else here would be willing enough to sacrifice there own life for yours"

"Put her down!" thanos did so by throwing you over to Tony.

"(Y/n) baby?..."

"Daddy...I'm sorry...sorry I didn't tell you." he held you in his arms. "Hey shh you'll be fine...everything is going to be fine."

"Thanos! Spare her life and I'll give you the time stone."

"No! Strange!" you coughed up blood as you yelled at him. "Don't!"

"No tricks?" strange looked at Tonys sad and fearfull expression. And turned back to thanos offering the green stone.

He smirked taking it and placing it in the gauntlet before disapeering.

You suddenly gasped and breathed havily feeling no more pain. Peter ran over and put webbing over your wound before your dad scooped you up in a hug. "I'm just glad your ok..."

"Did we lose?" you wrapped an arm around Peters shoulder as he helped lift you up.

"Where in the endgame now..." strange replied. You sighed and rested your head on Peter.

Everyone sat scilently almost as they helped each other or checked them over. "Somethings wrong..."

Maintis said worriedly. Peter had set you down to rest up against a rock when you noticed her and drax slowly turn to ash.

"Oh man..." next was quill. Then strange from beside you.

"Peter!?" You quickly got up and ran over to him. And caught him in your arms. "Peter no! Stay with me!"

"(y/n) I don't feel good..."

"Peter no please! You promise..."

"I'm sorry..." he kissed you quickly before fading away.

"No!"

Tony pulled you into a hug. "Hey it's ok..."

"Dad.." He looked at you and noticed how pale you had gotten and you held into him tighter.

"I-i don't wanna die daddy..." Tony looked at you and cried. "Not you too please..."

"Dad!...I'm So sorry...I...I should of...of stayed home and I just wanted...wanted to be like you!..." And before you knew it you slipped through his finger tips.

[3ambat]

some favourites from my bookmarks/downloads :] unfortunately i did most of my reading on super hyperfixation mode in which i forgot about the bookmarks function and also was using a private window (force of habit) so i have several faves lost in the sauce... ill come back for them someday

Like A Steel Trap - missigma: identity stuff, road trip E, 27k “A young Bruce Wayne travels to Metropolis to try to gather more information about a mysterious new hero, Superman. After his first attempt—questioning reporter Clark Kent in his hotel room—proves fruitless, he returns to his original plan to meet the man himself. Long aware of a kidnapping plot, Bruce allows himself to be taken captive in hopes that Superman will rescue him. While Superman does make an appearance, nothing else goes according to plan.”

Lost Time Without You - rotasha: soulmates + identity T+, 68k “In a universe where your soulmate’s injuries show up on your skin, Bruce is convinced he doesn’t have a soulmate, and Clark is seriously concerned for his soulmate’s well-being.”

The Long Hangover - CoffioCake: identity stuff, overall really funny T+, 55k "Clark knows he should take a break: His powers are on the fritz, he feels like shit, and Batman’s treating him like a liability. But Gotham's villains seem to have it in for Metropolis' Big Blue Boy Scout and Clark won't just wait around for answers. Batman might be the world’s greatest detective, but Clark Kent is one of the Daily Planet’s most tenacious reporters. This is definitely a job for Superman."

Satisfaction Brought It Back - slippin_into_darkness, SpiritsFlame bruce turns into a cat G, 18k "Bruce always thought that Superman's cute shtick of rescuing cats from trees was a bid for publicity—until a confrontation with a magic user leaves him stuck as a cat. He learns how mistaken he was when Superman not only rescues him, but takes him back to a small Metropolis apartment. The opportunity to learn more about the alien can't be ignored, but is Bruce ready for everything he will learn about someone he has only ever regarded with distrust and dislike?"

Conflated - GamiPami: identity stuff + body swap T+, 31k “Are you sure you’re feeling quite all right, sir? I was but fairly sure the head hadn't been impacted.” “No�� no, please. Listen. I’m in his body, but I’m not him. I can prove it.” Ill at ease, Clark rubbed at the back of his head, not stopping to think about the weird sensation of feeling not his own curls, but somebody else’s hair. The man continued to stare at him with piercing and scolding eyes. “I believe you.” He nodded. “Mister Wayne doesn’t say please this early in the morning.”

where i come from - soetry: ANOTHER soulmate au, no identity stuff, "will happily write fics where clark's like Bruce I Love You and bruce goes Oh No He's Possessed" <- tag by the author E, 52k "Bruce doesn’t have a soulmark, and Clark doesn’t have a soulmark, on an Earth where everyone has a soulmark. Somewhere in there is a simple solution. Somewhere to that solution is an overcomplicated journey. Surely two of the world’s leading superheroes will not take the overcomplicated route? Surely not?"

Man of Steel, Man of Heart - capsicleonyourleft: identity shenanigans fr.. they work together as the hero + civilian combos... love to see it M, 13k "Clark gets information that Lex Luthor is in possession of Wayne Tech and decides to confront Bruce Wayne about it. As he suspected, Wayne isn't involved with Luthor, but he is ready to look into it. It's just Clark's luck that some paparazzi catches their meeting on film and suddenly the papers are filled with "SUPERMAN: WAYNE'S LATEST CONQUEST?""

Clark Kent, of Krypton - TerresDeBrume: REALLY GOOD krypton survives au. i cant wait to reread this once a little more time has passed :] its kinda dceu but also not really because the dceu is vastly different when superman was simply not there during any of the canon events. LOVE the worldbuilding btw M, 98k "Batman crashes on Krypton a few days before the Turn of the Year celebrations, and Kal-El's life takes a sharp turn to the left, on a path that will, ultimately, lead him to becoming Clark Kent."

under ice the flowers - susiecarter: dceu + no identity stuff BUT its got kryptonian culture stuff and its really cute so i included it anyway. lives in my brain rent free T+, 3k “Clark had already liked wearing the black suit a little too much. The black suit—the black cape.”

(A Superhero's Amateur Guide to Saving a Life, Falling in Love, and Preserving the Space-Time Continuum Despite) Time Travel - susiecarter: dceu with no identity stuff again but theres time travel (as mentioned in the title). the way it all comes together is fantastic, highly recommend. i cried T+, 18k “There isn't anything unusual about the day Bruce dies. Clark wishes there had been. He wishes he'd known it was coming; he wishes he'd been ready and waiting to stop it before it happened at all. But having the chance to fix it after the fact is the next-best thing. He'll take it.”

Anypony got superbat fics i miss them 😔

[anitabyars]

“This thoroughly modern soulmate story blew me away!”

-- Talia Hibbert, USA Today bestselling author

Queen Move, an all-new passionate and unforgettable friends-to-lovers romance from RITA® Award-winning and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Kennedy Ryan, is available now!

The boy who always felt like mine is now the man I can't have…

Dig a little and you'll find photos of me in the bathtub with Ezra Stern.

Get your mind out of the gutter. We were six months old.

Pry and one of us might confess we saved our first kiss for each other.

The most clumsy, wet, sloppy . . . spectacular thirty seconds of my adolescence.

Get into our business and you'll see two families, closer than blood, torn apart in an instant.

Twenty years later, my "awkward duckling" best friend from childhood,

the boy no one noticed, is a man no one can ignore.

Finer. Fiercer. Smarter.

Taken.

Tell me it's wrong.

Tell me the boy who always felt like mine is now the man I can’t have.

When we find each other again, everything stands in our way--secrets, lies, promises.

But we didn't come this far to give up now.

And I know just the move to make if I want to make him mine.

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Excerpt:

“You’re fucking brilliant.”

“Huh?” Ezra asks absentmindedly, paying more attention to the flame under his pan than to my compliment. “What’d you say?”

“I said you’re brilliant.” I hold up the iPad I’m using to read his manuscript. “Your book, the YLA story, is incredible, Ez.”

“Oh. Thanks.” He flashes me a smile and then goes back to his French toast. “The key to getting this right is the milk-to-bread ratio.”

I hop off the counter and walk over to stand beside him at the stove. “Would you forget about your French toast for a minute and listen to me?”

“But it’s stuffed French toast.” He takes the pan off the burner and pulls me into his arms. “And I could listen to you all day. What were you saying? Something about me being a handsome, sexy genius?”

“Um…those weren’t my exact words.” I laugh up at him.

“I could have sworn that’s what you said, and I’m never wrong.” He slides his hands over my ass in a pair of his boxer shorts. “Some even say I’m fucking brilliant.”

“They probably just like your big dick,” I whisper and blink up at him as innocently as I can manage.

“I get that a lot.” He drops a kiss on my head and turns back to his French toast. I lean down to rest an elbow on the counter and watch him work.

“A lot?” I ask teasingly. “Have there been a lot?”

He pauses mid-toast-flip and slants me a glance. “Are you asking how many people I’ve had sex with?”

“I mean, it’s none of my business. If you don’t want to—”

“Eight.”

Eight?

Lord above, only eight?!

“Oh.” I straighten and rest my hip against the counter. “What a, um, single-digit number that is.”

“What about you?”

What about me? I’m tabulating years of hook-ups, one-night stands, fuck bois and carrying the one.

“If you don’t want to,” he says, cracking an egg into a bowl, “it’s fine. I don’t care how many people—”

“I don’t know.”

He glances up from whisking eggs, a small frown puckering his dark brows. “You don’t know what?”

“My number. I don’t know how many people I’ve been with.”

He resumes whisking, his frown clearing. “Oh.”

The whisking eggs and whirring refrigerator are the only sounds in the kitchen. I’ve never been embarrassed by my choices. I enjoy sex. I’ve had it with a lot of people. People I really liked…or tolerated…but didn’t want to commit to. I’ve always been safe and never mean about it. I was upfront, and when someone wanted more, I let them know “more” wasn’t an option.

“I just never…” I cross my arms over my stomach, fold one bare foot over the other. “I haven’t been interested in committed relationships. There hasn’t been anyone I wanted that with.”

“Tru.” He stops whisking and gives me the full impact of his undivided attention. His eyes are placid blue. No shadows or undercurrents. “I don’t care.” Ezra pushes the bowl aside and faces me. “But there is something I feel like we should be clear on regarding how you’ve handled sex in the past.”

Here we go.

“You’ve never wanted to commit before,” he says.

“Right. I’ve never wanted any strings attached.”

“I know I said we could be just sex, no emotional attachments.” He shoves his hands in his pockets. “But I feel like I have to be honest with you. Having you back in my life has been…it’s been exactly what I need, and what I felt last night… I’ve never felt that way before.”

I’m not even sure my heart is beating, but it also feels like there’s a tumult in my chest. “What are you saying, Ez?”

His mouth flattens into a hard line and his jaw hardens to stone. “I want strings.”

“Y-you do?”

“I want strings.” He links our fingers, strokes his thumb across my palm. “Ropes, if necessary. I want anything that keeps you with me and me with you and tells everyone else don’t even think about it.”

I’m stunned and incredibly turned on, but that doesn’t take much where Ezra’s concerned.

“You…you do?” I ask faintly…again.

“I wouldn’t do well sharing you.”

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I'll start of by saying that for russians the New Year is the most important holiday which is always celebrated with family or friends

So for every New Year Kaidanovskie gather everyone who are dear to them and include in that hell of a process

Tbh I have no idea how Shatterdome actually works but let's just put away the logic. I'm doing that for fun

About a month before the celebration itself they start gathering products and writing down everything they need to organise before that. Because in the period of "it's practically the end of the world" it's better to have everything done before.

A great part of New Year are salads, tangerines and movies. So basically, when they've gatherd the products, bought presents, officially invited people to the celebration (which will probably be held in just a random spacious room because why not)

But like lets skip everything that sounds official. The important part is ACTUALLY COOKING ALL THE SALADS. And okay. Let's imagine that everything is already boiled/fried/or is in the process. Things need to be cut, mixed and etc. And the only people who know how that should be done are Kaidanovskie themselves. And oh god I CAN'T IMAGINE HOW MUCH FUN AND STRESS IT IS FOR THEM TO EXPLAIN EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE WHO IS INVOLVED. Like they've probably printed out the recipes for like 5 different kinds of salads and just handed them out because organising would be a hell. I think that at some point the chaos will start because the combination of people and the fact that it's kinda irritating to keep cutting things and probably hearing soft but strict advises from Sasha would probably impact on creating chaos.

As I said, everyone is included in this hell of an action. Mako is smart. And probably Tendo too. They escaped to "organise a thing to watch movies". So they're basically pretending that they're doing staff to turn on some Soviet films but they actually don't for a while. Newt and Hermann are included in cooking process and of course they get into a fight about SOMETHING. And Newt probably starts throwing some pieces of food at Hermann because "Dude, you're wrong, admit it". Raleigh and Chuck are competing in cutting onions. They're both crying BUT IT DOESN'T STOP THEM. (Eventually they end up cutting too much onion). Triplets are probably the least problematic here and they're doing quite well in cutting fruit and putting them on the plates.

Both Sasha and Alexis feel like they're in charge of the kindergarten but it's nothing new for them because usually preparation for the New Year is like that. Later, they split Newt and Hermann because they've practically ruined one of the salads mixing together the layers which AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE MIXED. And Raleigh with Chuck too because they've flipped something over and probably Oliv'ie is spilled around the floor.

It takes time. They clean everything listening to Alexis rambling.

Mako and Tendo end up being included in process by bringing extra plates, glasses and champagne (Kaidanovskie just miraculously have many things). Later, Herc brings the Christmas tree which is becomes New Year tree and gets decorated by Sasha and Newt in old-fashioned toys. When everything is cooked (not only salads but also other staff) Mako sets the projector and turns on one of the Soviet films Alexis has downloaded on his laptop with English subtitles. The first is a sci-fi about a tsar Ivan the Terrible being transferred to the USSR times and switched with a usual citizen. (Fuck THE TRANSLATION OF THE TITLE IS KILLING ME) https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ivan_Vasilievich:_Back_to_the_Future - the plot is here

Then I think goes the classics WHICH LEADS TO THE HUGE DISCUSSION ABOUT WHY THE HELL IT'S A NEW YEAR MOVIE AND WHY IT'S SO WRONG - https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Irony_of_Fate - plot (The Irony of Fate, or Enjoy your Bath better translation)

The last one (hey bro if you're reading this, you're a hero) which again leads to the questions on why it's a New Year movie. And tbh not me, nor Kaidanovskie can explain this. Just a tradition - https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Y_and_Shurik%27s_Other_Adventures - plot. / The other and newer option - https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yolki - plot.

It's up to you to decide whether they actually like the movies but Kaidanovskie/y adore them anyway. It's a part of tradition and their hearts.

During the process of watching movies, they start eating salads, sometimes maybe missing the parts of the plot, talking and maybe listening to Sashas nostalgic stories (I'm sorry Alexis and Sasha is the same name and it's much shorter to write "Sashas" meaning both of them).

Even though everything started in chaos everything ended up quite comfortable. By the midnight someone manages to turn on the Russian federal channels and on the background there's a speech of the president. While they're speaking (pls no put*n in the pacrim universe) Sashas encourage others to find the piece of paper, matches or lighter and a pen because there's a superstition that "if you write a wish on a piece of paper, burn it, put the ash in the glass with champagne or smth and drink it all during the Kremlin chimes (which announce the begging of the New Year), your dream will come true".

That superstition again cause a little chaos around the table because there's only a minute to do everything.

Some eat half burned paper. Others look a little bit displeased because...paper and ash aren't tasty.

But mostly relaxed because for one day the end of the world is forgotten.

Today I was making salads and thought about Kaidanovskie and I'll probably write some hcs about them and their New Year celebration in Shatterdome because I want to

(even though nobody needs that)