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Ace Attorney AU August (halfway progress update!)

Okay technically it's the 16th (lol, 17th by the time this is done) so a little over halfway actually, but still I thought since I haven't had anything finished to post the past few days this would be a fun alternative!

I've been going a little nuts (affectionate) over @augustwritingchallenge's AU-gust prompts list this year so August has been a wild ride (about 40k words of one, in fact. so far.) but seeing as I will get attached to even the jokiest of AU ideas instantly, I've completed* a whopping 5 whole fics of 16, lol. Considering the shortest of those is over 3k and the longest is over 12k, I think the problem with not finishing these in a timely manner is entirely on my verbose foolish thick skull, haha, but I'm still having a blast with it.

Here is my ao3 series where I'm posting!

And a rundown / progress report / quick teaser of all the AUs including those I've yet to finish, if anyone's interested:

(*by "completed" I should note two of the already posted fics are basically assuredly going to be continued past the challenge, but let's say "completed enough to post and be on theme")

1. Canon Divergence - complete - 4.5k words ("For the Murder of Mr. Wrong" link)

Mia POV, gen. What if Dahlia succeeded in poisoning Phoenix and framed Doug Swallow instead (and then Mia defended him in court)? Basically a 3-1 rewrite. Fun Fact: I only came up with this AU because before I even remembered AU-gust existed at all, I'd come up with like 4 totally separate AUs in which I poison Phoenix in various ways With Real Consequences because it amuses me, lol, but he survives all those other ones and I eventually realized I hadn't even considered straight up killing him off yet so I figured I should try it at least once, haha.

2. Colorless - complete 1st chapter - 3.2k words ("Grey Matters" link)

Phoenix POV (for 1st ch --prob alternating after), wrightworth. "You can't see color until the first time you touch your soulmate"-soulmate AU. 1st chapter is their first meeting as kids (skipping the class trial itself). Fun Fact(s): I really love a color soulmate AU! Big fan of the "only see the color of their eyes" type of one too but uhhh on top of that working better for things that have wild anime eye colors, you could not pay me enough to try to figure out what the HELL is going on with Ace Attorney eye colors at any given time lmfao. (Also--spoilers for what i haven't written yet but hey if you're here you earned it--this IS one of my very many "teehee what if i poison Phoenix just a smidge as a treat for me" fics. NOT my fault the man ATE GLASS. That's on him.)

3. Dark Academia - complete "1st chapter" - 4.4k words ("The Spirit of the Laws of Magic" link)

Mia POV, lanamia. Magical boarding school setting featuring corruption and missing-student conspiracies and a most likely overthought system of magic with hierarchies and prejudices in societal views of academic/formulaic vs folk/innate magic. Fun Fact: I really thought for SURE i was going to skip this day entirely, lol. (foolish.) I don't think i've actually ever personally read anything "dark academia", technically--so if this doesn't read EXACTLY that way, there you go, but i did my best. I also then thought I could live with keeping this vague but I accidentally thought about it too long so... plus at least two people on top of myself at this point have expressed interest in more of this and so I have some semi-concrete Plans™ now.

4. Zombie Apocalypse - conceptualized (but not started)

Concept: probably gen and Phoenix POV, but also because I'm me and they're them, at least a little bit wrightworth even if it isn't necessarily explicit in any meaningful way bc they are Not Normal about each other lol. A little sketchy on how much of an "AU" this counts for, since it could probably be argued to be canon compliant somehow, but basically just: Universe where they make a Pride and Prejudice and Zombies-type Steel Samurai reboot movie thing (featuring, you guessed it, zombies), and Miles comes over and forces Phoenix to watch it with him just to have someone to bitch about it at, and then during that time Maya blows her way into Phoenix's apartment as well with the exact same intentions except her "day job" isn't quite as time-sensitive-strict so she's already finished watching it earlier and knows all the spoilers. Honestly a good chance Phoenix and Pearl (who came with Maya) end up hiding out in the kitchen together to let Maya and Miles rile each other up in front of the TV, but I'm never exactly sure where they'll take me once I wind them up and set them loose on the page, so who knows. I also hadn't necessarily determined the exact time frame yet but for it to make sense as a reboot-type movie/special episode/whatever it probably should be 7yg-or-later so Trucy may or may not be there as well. (That said, in my struggles to complete an actually short one-shot, I probably shouldn't even include Pearl let alone Trucy, lol.) Fun Fact: I also thought I'd skip this day bc I'm not the biggest zombie guy in the world, and to be fair, I managed to do Way Less with it than the dark academia prompt so, yippie?

5. Chess Players - incomplete (currently 3k word WIP)

Miles POV, wrightworth. Miles is a chess grandmaster and back in Japanifornia for the upcoming world cup tournament, but his greatest challenge is actually to FINALLY best Franziska in their annual who-can-get-the-best-Christmas-gift competition. Luckily, he just so happened to hear of an artist who makes bespoke chess sets, so the plan is to get a custom board made for Franziska without her finding out. The plan is not to get trapped in a weird art collective labyrinth with some model-photographer named Cindy who keeps hitting on him but also happens to be protective of the artist he's there to see because "she and her boyfriend kinda-sorta owe him big time", but this is what he gets for coming here without doing any extra research into the artist besides seeing his work and hearing only "his name is White, or, eh, something like that, you know how those artist types are" from Mr. Amano. (AU where we replace law with chess and no I don't think Phoenix could necessarily hack it in the top-world-grandmasters-level of chess tournaments HOWEVER have you considered he DID go to art school so what if he just tries selling custom chess sets until somehow that reconnects him with Miles. Is that somehow a more insane plan than studying law? Maybe. Did Manfred still shoot Gregory but now it was over fucking chess? Maybe. Idk. But I did let Greg live this time at least!) Fun Fact: we can all DEFINITIVELY blame my lovely, terrible, very wonderful friend Ben (shameless friend plug! she's an outstanding writer and has some AA fics of her own too!! @kindlystrawberry on tumblr!!) for making a total joke about "well what about au where they make chess pieces instead" while i lamented not knowing enough about chess to write an actual match and spawning this ENTIRE concept. It is her fault. 100%. She is the guilty party. (I want to finish this one VERY BADLY. Save me.)

EVIDENCE!!!!! Guilty.

6. Reality Show - incomplete (currently 700 word WIP)

Phoenix (& Franziska) POV(s), background wrightworth wedding planning going on as set up but it's also definitely just one of my many excuses to set Phoenix and Franziska up as bitchy worsties who can't admit they enjoy each other's company and will cut you down if you suggest it as such. So far I've only written the quote "set-up" section which is in Phoenix's POV, but that was SUPPOSED to be like 5 paragraphs and cut away and then lead into my actual plan for the main body, which was to be in Franz's instead, so. This is very similar to the zombie one in that it's them watching reality tv instead of being contestants on a show (I don't personally like or watch a lot of reality tv so my creative well was somewhat dry on how to make that work) and then I accidentally thought about Phoenix and Franziska watching something just to judge and tear apart the decisions of every person on it and that was too fun to not consider further, haha. Basically the plan is just they get left alone together and don't know what to do with that and end up wine-drunk and making fun of some reality dating show of some kind and Miles and Trucy come back to them losing it together over something stupid and are like "......uh. what's happening." Fun Facts: I really love the thought experiment of Franziska somehow discovering how often Phoenix's internal dialogue/reads on situations and especially people can be So Bitchy And Judgey despite his affable complexion, and her unfortunately finding his opinions to SOMETIMES be somehow slightly okay. Moderately correct, even--occasionally. I know the section she follows you-as-Phoenix around in T&T is really not long at ALL, but I adore it. There's something about it that so badly makes me want to force them into proximity more (to both their chagrin, I'm sure).

7. Farm/Ranch - complete - 12k words ("Two Little Dickey Byrdes" link)

Gumshoe POV, gumbyrde (tho i still think dickeybyrde is a funnier ship name). 5+1 things--except more like maybe 7-or-8+1 to be honest--so it's more: over 5 times Dick and Maggey sit on a wall together and 1 time they find someone else there instead. AKA: Dick runs his family's small farm (think fantasy farm like in a farming sim or maybe horse girl novel type of thing that has nothing to do with what a real farm is like lol don't worry about it) and Maggey starts working at the next farm over as the latest of her many odd jobs. Fun Fact: oh god this one got so far away from me. it was not supposed to be this long lmao. it's literally the elaborate set-up to a very silly Nursery-Rhyme-I-Didn't-Even-Know-About-Prior-To-This -based punchline!?! still, i was pleasantly surprised by how happy i was with this once it was done... two sittings and about 16 total hours later. haha).

8. Nomad - incomplete (planned/outlined)

Apollo (or possibly Klavier) POV, klapollo. Sort of Jove-Thalassa swap adjacent, but basically: AU where Jove survives the Khura'in fire but loses his memories for [contrived convince sake reasons]. (And also possibly loses some or all of his eyesight just to really go for the parallels?) Therefore: Jove and Apollo stay with Dhurke and Nahyuta and the Defiant Dragons for a time, while Jove recovers, but eventually they leave and head out on their own, just the two of them, and do the traveling musician thing, both because it's dangerous in Khura'in and Dhurke already canonically didn't want Apollo to get caught up in it and potentially get hurt to begin with and because with a functioning actual parent Apollo doesn't need to be taken in by him--and also Jove from what little we know seems like he prefers to be on the move and was already a world traveler anyhow, so even amnesiac maybe he gets a little antsy stuck in one place too long. And so like amnesiac Thalassa, Jove thusly becoming a renowned mysterious musician--and then Apollo, sweet tone deaf Apollo, becoming the sonager of all time (like a momager but...you get it) because he's not that into music but he IS into arguing for better conditions/making deals (contracts!! international legalese!! woohoo!!) with venues and promoters and stuff. And then--oops dang Lamioir still exists and now they have a meet-cute (2 electric bugaloo) (but by then it's later enough Trucy still exists because it will be a cold day in hell when I don't find a way to make her work) and they do music collabs or join up to form a group or whatever and OOPS this means now that Apollo and Jove are with Lamioir when The Gavinners / Klavier specifically meet her and get her to come to do the Guitar's Serenade concert eventually. And Apollo and Klavier ofc thusly also have a meet-cute and then talk and bond etc etc. AND THEN the au STOPS THERE and I DON'T think about how without Apollo Phoenix is totally getting convicted of Zak's murder because there's no way that trial works out as well for him with some other attorney and I also don't think about how reasonable it would then be that maybe Trucy ends up helping Valant with his work setting up the trick for the concert afterward on account of the one father in prison and the other being dead and having left behind a notarized confession clearing Valant's name of suspicion, etc. AND I DEFINITELY do not think about how i could then still so easily get everyone in one place at the concert for Turnabout Serenade and/or any possible funny Sibling (And Thalassa) Reveal that could happen i dont i dont i do not--

9. Accidental Baby Acquisition - conceptualized (not started)

Gen, possibly my weakest / least defined idea on this list, but basically: Phoenix kind of already lives this in canon, lol (insomuch as an 8yo counts as a baby) so I thought, well, how to take it a different direction, then? And I thought, I don't usually go for a Phoenix Fey kind of au because I personally really love the relationships he has with all the Feys as-is in canon and so it's not quite as funny to me as, say, a Miles Fey AU where like Misty and Gregory are married, or any of the ones in that bent, because I'm sorry but that's just SO funny (and sad, but mostly funny) any way you slice it--plus his NAME is RIGHT THERE mia-miles-maya he FITS--anyhow, that completely aside, there are just a lot of reasons I really love the platonic relationships the Feys already have with Phoenix and I don't think it NEEDS to be made specifically familial to still be so very important, y'know? BUT. That said. AU where Phoenix is idk abandoned as a baby or maybe his parents die young or something and it's like a Thing to leave babies at temples or churches or whatever, right? So like--Phoenix adopted by the Feys AU but only because the more i considered it the more i thought it would be WILD for him to literally know Maya her entire life, and it's fascinating to me to consider a Maya who ISN'T basically left all alone to her own devices (and Morgan's) and who has someone absolutely in her corner in the village the entire time even after Mia leaves (who isn't a baby when Mia leaves, love you tho Pearls), AND also and perhaps more importantly, the ships-passing-in-the-night-ness of a scene where, like: Morgan does something sketchy or whatever and Phoenix wants to keep Mia updated but for whatever reason decides to go down to the city and actually tell her in person and so he's waiting outside the courthouse or something (possibly part of or perhaps Most Of the reason he goes in person is because he knows her first courtroom trial is that day and he wants to see her + hear how it went) and when he gets there she's in a heated argument with some asshole in a fancy over-embellished jacket and once that guy leaves Phoenix is like "Sheesh, what's his problem?" You know???? And maybe he really would never even know!!!! Bc he grew up in Kurain!!!! And has no reason to care!!! About some random prosecutor who was mean to Mia!! Aaaah!!! So that, and on top of that, Diego would be there too ofc at that point, and I feel like he would ALSO be quite a funny interaction in this scenario. ("Wow, someone's popular, kitten, you have all sorts of guys waiting on a chance to talk to you, heh?" "Uh.--I'm sorry, WHAT did you just call her")

10. Enemies-to-Allies - incomplete (currently 370 word WIP)

Ema POV, faraskye. Cyberpunk AU where Lana is still under Gant's thumb and Ema, with no other way to stay close to her and getting rejected from any of the sorts of jobs she really wants to do, decides to just join the security force (or cyber police or w/e I decide to call it) and is tasked with hunting down the Yatagarasu, guerilla hacker supreme who is threatening the sanctity of the capitalist overlords. Except Ema's squad gets ambushed and she's captured and tied to a pole, and with her useless fop partner seemingly not coming to rescue her (if he even noticed her absence), she does some quick cost-benefit analysis and decides she didn't really like that job anyway and maybe there's another way she can get her sister back in her life. So she breaks free of her own handcuffs (which she definitely didn't modify into incidental ineffectiveness she's still testing for bugs) and helps fix the "Little Thief" device her captor seems to have broken despite how obviously valuable and impressive the tech is, and they eventually come to something of an agreement. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, and all that. Either Ema as the hardware-engineer one and Kay as the software-programming one as the two sides of the tech coin, or else Kay can just be like doing the physical sneaking kind of spy stuff only--or maybe she knows a little about software but not so much she's a pro the way she is with infiltration and such. Possibly toying with the idea Kay herself is just completely an android, but if not, I think she has some cybernetic cyborg things going on regardless. Possibly from or inspired by her father? I also like the idea that Gant did something maybe more drastic with regards to having dirt on Ema to get Lana to do his bidding--like maybe Ema has a whole cybernetic hand because instead of just her handprint on a leather jacket, Gant has some sicko jar with her entire hand in it in his office safe, or something. I don't know why this would be useful to him but it is certainly an image. I also find it funny if Miss Fingerprint Powder Enthusiast doesn't actually have any fingerprints of her own anymore somehow in this AU, lol.

11. Retail Worker - complete - 6.7k words ("The Bake Anything Boulangerie" link)

Apollo POV, gen. Phoenix gets a job at a bakery instead of the Borscht Bowl Club during the 7 year gap, and Apollo happens to stumble across it and ends up meeting the Wrights while he's still in high school. He becomes a regular at the bakery and is already close to them by the time "Shadi Smith's" murder comes around. And also, yes, sibling reveal right away--at least as soon as Phoenix realizes and can reveal it. As a treat. (Other reveals, though, I might put poor Apollo through on a delayed basis. Also as a treat, lmao, just not one for him.) Fun Fact: I'm being redundant bc this is also in my a/n, but, Baker Phoenix lives rent-free in my brain because Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright was in fact the very first Ace Attorney game I ever played, technically, and Maya and Phoenix semi-brainwashed in that bakery was literally one of my first impressions of them. ........followed immediately by starting a let's play of Justice for All (which i watched through the first case, after which I was like oKAY fine maybe i DO need more context here, i should probably figure out what the actual first game is, and went back to start the series properly at the beginning hahaha). What do you MEAN i have a disproportionate fascination with amnesiac Phoenix, even if I have yet to finish and publish one of my myriad AUs that utilize stupid, unrealistic, plot convenient re-temporary amnesia?? Hm???? Idk what you're talking about. Also everyone who complains about 2-1 is wrong lmao it's objectively (okay subjectively is what i'm saying yes BUT objectively) such a funny place to start without knowing broad plot strokes, it's great. I both knew so much and absolutely shit-all nothing about Maya after PLvPW and 2-1, LMAO. god.

12. Animagus Wings (Joker) - incomplete (planned/outlined)

Miles POV, wrightworth. Angel/Demon AU, except I'm playing super fast and loose with the rules on that because all my knowledge of Christian-mythos comes from firstly and unknowingly the Chronicles of Narnia and more recently and cognizantly Lucifer (Netflix) and Good Omens. I know that's probably more or less what we're all doing with this kind of AU but still, I'm not even sure I want to refer to Heaven and Hell here, I'm kinda on the fence about maybe just keeping it all very vague? I also accidentally semi-worldbuilt more than i intended incidentally on account of "But Then How-Why Names If Angelic Creatures?" Format-wise it would semi-follow gomens s1 where it's hopping through some meetings between long stretches but also a kind of pre- and post- Fall type of thing? And potentially à la Lucifer becoming, like, these are My Mortal Humans and i will be Spending Time With Them, screw you celestial duties, I'm making my own Free Will, etc. And i mean i guess Lucifer is also a crime procedural lmao maybe they still solve crimes in the end too. Fun Fact: I didn't want to do the original prompt for several reasons, and sure fuck jkr is one of them but even before I knew about her I still wasn't really the biggest hp person in the first place? So i wouldn't know/don't remember at all the way it works without having to do the specific research and i...don't want to haha. Hence. And I know the prompt seems to be using it loosely / might just be borrowing the word and not actually referencing hp specifically but tbh either way human-animal shifter things just in general I can be somewhat picky about haha. (Okay okay plus full disclosure the ONLY idea I have for this sort of thing actually ties into my day-3-dark-academia-extended-au-verse and i COULD make my life simpler by just connecting the two days but Heh who would I be if I simplified things for myself... *sigh*) All that to say: I saw "wings" on the wild card list and I thought, ooh, well that's still sort of a related concept! Let's tag that one in! So it's still kind of day 12 prompt-adjacent, if you squint.

13. Found Footage - incomplete (planned/outlined)

Video Transcript POV? Is that a thing? Possibly capped by a little Phoenix POV (but i don't want that to get too long), wrightworth. Larry's new girlfriend of the month bakes weed brownies and Larry does not realize this and swings by the Wrights' apartment to beg some kind of help off Phoenix and forgets the whole tray there somehow (because it's Larry) and they leave to deal with Larry's thing and by the time they figure the brownies out, in some twist of fate Miles and Trucy have been hanging out (last minute babysitter/adult supervision? but she's at the very very least 14 or 15 here and most likely older, and Nick clearly isn't the most strict about like uhhh supervision in general lol sooo idk. he's helping her with a project or smth. it doesn't really actually matter; he's THERE, that's the important thing.) The point I'm very clearly getting at is they accidentally get incredibly high (not dangerously so because I'm not going that far haha but also, neither of them has actually been high before, so they are Affected) before Phoenix finds out what was in the brownies and tries to warn Trucy and hurry home to like, dispose of them or at least put a warning label on them or whatever, but he is too late lol. By a lot. Definitely an underage drugs tag on this bad boy because it's definitely sometime 18-or-earlier for Trucy, let alone 21. (idk about other places but as a Californian I can tell you Japanifornia "LA" could theoretically have it legalized at 21 for anyone (like alcohol) and 18 with Dr's permission--which Trucy definitely does not have in this AU lol.) Basically, Phoenix grabs Trucy's phone to get photo evidence so he can let them never live this down (after making sure they're okay lmao), but he ofc doesn't get technology so he doesn't realize he leaves the phone still recording when Trucy asks him for something / needs his help, so the recording just keeps going and captures a lot of tomfoolery and eventually some inebriated-to-Extremely-sober Feelings-Adjacent confessions (or maybe more like allusions). Idk, this was actually a fic I thought of before August and wanted to use as an excuse to try a Weird Format for fun, but then i saw this was a prompt on the list and...well. Fun Fact: Cannabis was legalized in California on November 8, 2016 (the first election I could vote in!!! ......uh, rip. lol. but yeah babey I helped legalize weed at least!! gotta remember the positives), which means it was legal right in time for Miles' case(s) / Turnabout Goodbyes!!! Yay!! I mean, I suppose that's genuinely seriously one way to try to mitigate nightmares and manage insomnia--not that I think Miles Edgeworth would ever deign stoop so low as to use an aid to manage his severe PTSD and trauma symptoms, psshaw, who do you take him for? (Get these people some help lol. They all need so much therapy.)

14. Princes & Princesses - conceptualized (not started)

So I've been reading a lot (a LOT) of isekai and/or revenge reincarnation romance fantasy manhwas lately (like, oh, too many, hahaha. they're quite good and they're VERY popular in webcomics at the moment.) Soooo. Soft pitch: Apollo already gets slapped into so many wild backstories he's constantly trying to dodge in an effort to be just a Normal Guy, he's honestly, like, the PERFECT protagonist for one of these lmao. And tell me Kristoph doesn't make a perfect "Upstanding Duke" kind of persona, and Klavier couldn't be the "wild rake" younger brother no one expects much from, and all I'm saying is it wouldn't be that hard to contrive a reason Apollo tries to get Klavier to agree to a contract marriage the way all these stories go, lol. And also, something something, Apollo from the "real world" is an orphan/has an absent family (also like so many of these manhwa protagonists, lol) but then he gets to actually have one in his second life!! I'm such a sucker for that shit. Slightly harder pitch, and the reason I did not let myself actually start writing anything (...yet): so what if the actual plot of the "original romance novel" Apollo is familiar with from the "real world (Earth)" is actually about the slightly older generation and something something instead of admiring Phoenix as a defense attorney, it's just that he instead was Apollo's favorite "love interest" character (not, like, for himself, just the one he most liked to read about) in every way except what a blithering idiot he became when the author had him fall for the female lead--but BEFORE that, he's a cool information guild leader guy who seems like he's trying to work toward some way to improve conditions for commoners in the kingdom (but abruptly there are no more mentions of this after he gets involved with the lead, which is annoying). Aaaand... I guess what I'm saying is, Dahlia is the original female lead because she REALLY fits the whole White Lotus trope, and I'm thinking Klavier is the original male lead because A) hilarious, B) fits in with the idea there's more going on in the ACTUAL world Apollo ends up in that is written in such a way as to make things seem different in the novel (like, that Dahlia and Klavier are actually as nice as they seem and that the terrible things that happen around them are just the trials and tribulations of being main characters and not anything they're directly involved in). And Apollo, the character in the novel Apollo, is an adopted prince of Khura'in, but he's the sickly younger prince and of course not actually of the royal bloodline (and also a man, considering Khura'in is matrilineal), so Rayfa and Nahyuta are the ones the public and other nobles actually know and care about and deal with. But wait! As it so turns out, The Wright Anything Information Guild (I feel like the actual guild name CAN'T have their freaking name on it front and center lol but you get the idea) happens to know some other things that aren't really expanded on in the original novel, and might be key to preventing Apollo's death so he doesn't follow the path of the original story, and also idk maybe Apollo and Trucy are half-fae or something like that and instead of like Aw Yay Bracelet in this AU it's more of a secret Iron Shackle Tool That Will Hurt I Mean Totally-Definitely-Help Us Later (still, in a way, passed down to him by Thalassa, but more as, like... she's kind of a secret hostage and does not manage to hide pregnancy number one so Apollo's now also a secret hostage, but she manages to escape so they don't know about Trucy, only she didn't tell Apollo basically anything to "keep him as safe as possible" or w/e, and......) Well, anyway. It got away from me before I even really wrote anything, that's all.

15. Secretly Alien - unfinished (currently 2.6k WIP)

Trucy POV, gen. Apollo gets sick of very consistently always losing the card games they play at the Wright Anything Agency (usually and in the specific instance the fic starts, Bullshit/BS) and in a stroke of inspiration somehow ropes everyone into playing Among Us instead. ("What! It's still a game of trying to lie/trick everyone else--like you like!--but I actually stand a freaking chance, so we're playing this or I'm going home.") Yes. This is my Among Us AU. Hi. They play Among Us. I'm justifying this one as prime AU territory however because A) Among Us has to exist in this universe, and even more pressingly, B) I found a way to force Phoenix to have--for at least a period of time if not moving forward in perpetuity--an actual smartphone instead of a Nokia-type brick cellphone. Which even under the wild but somehow plausible considering Ace Attorney circumstances I contrived, is just automatically a complete AU lmao. Fun Fact: I am so mad this one wasn't just totally finished day-of, lol. Why I ever thought I could give myself run of an entire WAA 4-person conversation and NOT get instantly derailed is beyond me. (And I want to get the prosecutors there, too?? Someone take the characters away from me.) Anyway. No, I have not written ANY of the actual Among Us part yet. Sigh. Also I haven't personally played amogus since like, 2021? maybe? And I know (now) that it's been pretty updated since then, but, ehhh, I'm just gonna run off like, lockdown-era amogus rules and vibes, lol. If I can get to the game part.

16 - Hobby Drama - conceptualized

I'm going to go out of order this time to say: Fun Fact: I have ALWAYS wanted to write a Reddit-style fic!!! I absolutely love them and I've read some REALLY, really good ones, so I've always wanted to try my hand at it. So theoretically this is the perfect time to make that a reality and write a r/HobbyDrama subreddit fic, buuut I got stuck before starting because I'm torn on two possible routes to take it (I can easily foresee myself caving and just doing both lol). - Option 1: Steel Samurai fandom discourse, always a fun/funny thing to think about, definitely would enjoy having Maya and Miles post some stuff for that. - Option 2: courtroom law fandom discourse, because come ON, how are those galleries ALWAYS SO FULL. The little wiggling rabba-rabba onlookers have GOT to have investment in this shit. And why WOULDN'T they, honestly. I've seen those trials and I have, in fact, spent a Lot of time thinking about them, not that any posts I've made lately would reflect that in any way or anything. Like I know it's hard to tell, but if I can be invested in the Lawyers Fandom, who's to say the people in the courtrooms aren't????? And I LOVE an outsider POV fic actually, I think they're so fun. So anyway. Reddit fic. You will be mine. Just as soon as I can hone my energy

And, what the hell, since it's so late now by the time I complete this "Heh This'll Be So Quick To Throw Together" post, I'll include today's, too:

17 - Flower Shop - conceptualized (at work earlier today. lol)

AU where Daddy Hawthorne is like, 97% less shitty. And the Hawthornes have a flower shop instead of like a gemstone industry or whatever. And he takes both Dahlia and Iris with him instead of dumping one of his daughters at a fucking secluded mountain temple and seemingly forgetting about her forever. On second thought, maybe what I actually mean is he's like 999% less shitty, lmfao. Anyway, Iris POV, but Dahlia (while not a "nice" person by any stretch) is not pushed to such extremes or nearly as desperate as canon, so Valerie lives, Terry Fawles lives, Doug Swallow lives, and Dahlia gets to live a good life overall--because as much fun as I love using her as a villain, she's really such a product of the absolute worst circumstances and I really do find her interesting so I've been kind of wanting to explore her in a less cartoonishly evil light, haha. (Don't get me wrong, I do love the cartoonishly evil light too, but I like spicing things up sometimes.) Like, she does (more) normal teen rebellion things ("Look at my inappropriately older boyfriend, Dad" "I'm going to talk my way out of speeding tickets and petty shoplifting as a bid for attention" etc.) and she still totally orders Iris around and Iris still totally does whatever she asks very much to her own detriment and has to learn to break away and be her own person. Fun Fact: I have a very passionate love for Iris/Adrian Andrews. Is that. Um. Is that a ship anyone else has ever considered before? Is that just me? I'm not sure but very possibly I'll just make this a rarepair fic as a treat, for me alone, teehee. (Like... it's about the becoming the master of your own destiny it's about breaking out of codependent cycles it's about how I genuinely honestly think they'd be each other's type and have chemistry even though they've obviously never interacted lmao... idk what to tell you.)

AND THATS MY AU-GUST UPDATE POST!!!

If you made it this far, take a sprinkle of my undying affection, and may you be blessed with AU inspiration if you so desire it!! (If you do not desire it, hopefully you are not cursed with it. I do not take refunds if you are. Sorry.)

Wish me luck with completing some more fics soon!!! Unfortunately weekends are actually my least free time because I work the most and the earliest hours so I have less time and am more tired, but also on Wednesday I'm leaving for a family vacation, which will either be the BEST thing to happen in regards to AU-gust or the WORST thing lmfao. If nothing else I have 2 flights, and I actually Love writing on an airplane, so fingers crossed for it being Good. <3

EDIT: Now with part 2 for the rest of the month here!

#au gust 2024 #au gust #ace attorney #ace attorney spoilers #OH this post is so long. i did not. mean for that to happen. but i had fun with it and now I've got all my ideas in one place! yay #i kind of feel bad about clogging the tags though so idk what even TO tag lol #wrightworth #narumitsu #lanamia #gumbyrde #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #mia fey #lana skye #larry butz #maya fey #dick gumshoe #maggey byrde #apollo justice #trucy wright #FUCK IT WE BALL im just tagging it all. i put enough time into this to justify clogging tags lol #i typed wrightworth so many times here despite liking narumitsu aesthetically more but in technicality im definitely #writing the localization characters and not naruhodou and mitsurugi.... so. meh. I'll survive lol #aaau-gust 2024 #welcome to my patt ttalk #patt's prattle #idk why i have so many ramble tags when i am so bad about using this blog haha #i feel like I'm forgetting smth but if i am I'll get back to it later #I'll be posting everything else to the same ao3 series!! if you want me to ramble forever more about any of these literally #i will do it at the drop of a hat this is my entire personality lately lol. minimally ask me and I'll write you an essay

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megidonitram · 10 months ago

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Everyone's Running From Something (ch. 4)

A Baldur's Gate 3 University Professor AU

Rating: M

Quick Summary: Astarion and Gale are two University English professors precariously mentoring a troubled 19-year-old and falling in love.

💖Main Pairing : BloodWeave,(Astarion/Gale) 💕Side Pairings: Shadowheart/Nocturne, Karlach/Dammon, Wyll/The Dark Urge, Tav/Tav 💔Past Pairings: Gale/Mystra, Astarion/Sebastian, Astarion/Tav

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**Please see Master List Entry for Full Content Warnings**

⏰Chapter Warning⏰ None

The all-hands meeting for the beginning of the semester went the same way every all-hands meeting at the beginning of semesters go. Every professor and TA in a humanities field got squeezed into a conference room that wasn’t quite big enough, had a powered sugar donut or a couple cubes of assorted melon with half a Styrofoam cup of burnt coffee, and listened to the departmental dean give an un-rousing speech about being on the same page with the other departments. Then he talked at nauseam about school policies and ran a quick training session over a new time-tracking software that would be implemented in 3 weeks’ time.

Gale scribbled down notes on a big yellow legal pad and tried to ignore Jen and Astarion, making faces at each other as he wrote. He’d been in academia long enough to know they’d both be crying to him in a few weeks when they messed up their timecards.

As the meeting drew to a close, a dapper man with slicked-back chestnut hair and a car salesman smile stepped into the room. Astarion went stiff like a cat puffing up to defend itself. The dapper man just gave him a plasticky, knowing smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

The dean perked up a bit as he noticed the man lingering in the back of the room. “Raphael, what a pleasant surprise! I had no idea you would be joining us,” he exclaimed, “We were just finishing up. Are there any words of wisdom you’d like to impart to our humanities faculty?”

“Oh, nothing so important,” Raphael said, and suddenly Gale understood why Astarion was so on edge. Everything about the man oozed with a disingenuous charm that made Gale’s hair stand on end. “I just realized I forgot to send out a notice about the upcoming donor gala the next coming Friday. I realized you were all in a meeting right now, so I thought I’d pop in and remind you in person.”

Raphael’s eyes landed directly on Astarion as he spoke his next sentence. “There is a reasonable expectation that faculty attend these events.” Out of the corner of his eye, Gale saw Astarion’s expression go steely. “After all, we want to show up and show out for the people who allow us to do so much.”

“Of Course!” The dean chirped. “I know I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The meeting adjourned, and Astarion immediately made a break for the door. Gale hurriedly gathered his things in one arm, instinctually following after the only person in the room he really knew, like a baby duck.

Raphael stepped into Astarion’s path before he could get out of the meeting room. “Ah, we meet again, Dr. Ancunín!” Raphael’s voice dripped with sugary contempt. “I will see you at the donor gala, won’t I?”

“Perhaps. Are you thinking about calling in that favor I owe you?” Astarion’s voice was clipped, his face unnervingly blank.

“I think I’d like to wait on that a little longer, but I would like you there in case I change my mind.” Before Astarion could respond, Raphael’s gaze slid off him and onto- “Dr. Dekarios! Wonderful to see you. Are you settling in well?” He reached out a hand to him.

Gale stuffed his legal pad into his work so he could shake Raphael’s hand. “Exceptionally well!” he replied. “Everyone’s done their utmost to make me feel very welcome!”

“Oh, you don’t have to fib on your new colleagues’ account, Dr. Dekarios. I’m more than familiar with how surly certain members of the English department can get.” Raphael laughed congenially, but Astarion shot him a poisonous look.

“I’m not lying to you, sir,” Gale replied. “Astarion’s been nothing but professional.”

“Well, perhaps he’s going a bit soft.” There was a flash of something dangerous behind his eyes. He turned to Astarion. “I shall see you next Friday.” It was a command more than a farewell, but he walked away all the same.

Astarion muttered under his breath. Gale didn’t catch what he said but could make an educated guess. Astarion exhaled a deep breath like he was equalizing pressure.

He turned to Gale and said, “Thank you.”

Gale blinked. “Of course.”

Astarion opened his mouth to say something else, but the words couldn’t or wouldn’t form.

Shadowheart stepped in between them, too concerned with responding to a text message to notice the weird tension. “Karlach wants to get drinks.” She said. “She got stuck in traffic and doesn’t want to drive all the way down here for nothing.”

“Roveer’s?” Astarion asked, a very weary resignation in his voice.

“Yes, probably.”

“Nothing like running into your students at a sports bar a week before classes start…” Astarion grumbled. “Fine. Let me finish here, and I’ll meet you there in, oh… 15 minutes.” He turned to Gale. “Are you coming?”

“To the office?”

Astarion gave him a perplexed look. “To the bar.” He clarified. “You should take the opportunity to meet Karlach.”

Gale could feel himself going bright red as Shadowheart snickered. “Right. Yes. I would love to.” He replied.

“I’ll let Karlach know you’re coming. She’ll be thrilled.” Shadowheart replied, giving Gale a warm smile. “I’ll go lock up. See you in a bit.”

“Come on then.” Astarion replied, nodding for Gale to follow him.

***

The all-hand meeting was on the third floor, so by the time they’d returned to the basement and back up a floor to leave, Gale was starting to fear his knees wouldn’t survive the week- let alone the semester. “There has to be an elevator in this building.” Gale huffed and puffed as he hoofed it up the last flight of stairs. He didn’t want his new colleague’s first impression of him to be of him on his hands and knees wheezing. “I can’t take much more of this…”

“There is, but personally I don’t like chancing it unless I really don’t want to be in a meeting.” Astarion slowed to a stop at the top of the stairs to wait for him. He didn’t seem any worse for wear, but he also seemed much trimmer than Gale was- or at the very least, his shirt accentuated the pleasing nip of his waist. Gale wondered if Astarion was a swimmer. “A history adjunct got stuck in it overnight a few years past, and it still reeks a little bit when it gets hot enough.”

Gale laughed, but Astarion very pointedly did not.

The conversation lulled a little bit.

“Do you mind if I ask you something?” Gale asked.

“That entirely depends on what you want to ask.” Astarion stepped into the hallway, taking a moment to slip into his grey wool peacoat before they ventured outside.

“Raphael, is he always…”

“Such an ass?” Astarion finished his thought. Gale wouldn’t have used such a strong word, but Astarion had gotten the spirit of the question right, at least. “He’s usually much worse.”

“Oh?”

“He’s a glorified middleman with too much power and time on his hands.” Astarion scoffed. “He enjoys putting things in people’s way and watching them try to wriggle their way out of problems he created. My advice is to deal with him as little as possible.”

“Is he who you went to talk to earlier?”

Astarion gave him a poisonous look that only confirmed Gale’s suspicion.

They walked across campus in uneasy silence. The bitterly cold wind whipped and whistled, tossing the last remnants of fall leaves across the concourse. The few student residents who’d gotten in that morning had either decided to hold up in their rooms or were enjoying their free time in more exciting corners of town. Gale found himself wondering what Xenia was doing... He hoped she wasn’t all alone in an empty dorm.

“Does Xenia have many friends?” Gale asked as they approached a crosswalk leading to the block of shops across from campus.

“Hm?” Astarion tapped the pedestrian-call button, which commanded them to ‘wait!�� in a mechanical voice. “I think she probably has more friends than she realizes she does. Kids like her tend to think they’re alone in everything.”

“Poor kid… Seems like she’s been through enough.” Gale sighed. There was something heartbreaking in the phrase ‘kids like her.’ It was sad to think that there were more 19-year-olds out there carrying emotional burdens far too heavy for their age- sadder still to think that if there weren’t, then Xenia would be alone.

“She’ll figure herself out eventually. She’s not like…” Astarion paused, seemingly a little shocked by what he was about to say. He leveled a wary glance at Gale. “She’s not a quitter, I mean.”

“I’m sure she’s not. I just hope she doesn’t run herself ragged.” The walk light flashed, and they hurried across the street.

***

They were comedically out of place in Roveer’s Roadhouse. A group of grown adults in Oxford dress crowding around a sticky Bud-Lit branded high top surrounded by a bevy of flatscreen monitors playing every sports broadcast under the sun. Shadowheart was already nursing a syrupy cocktail out of a chipped margarita glass.

An extremely tall woman with a red tipped mohawk and smiling eyes bounded over to Gale and clapped a firmly friendly hand on his shoulder. “You’re the new Adjunct, I take it?” She asked. “I’m Karlach, Professor Cliffgate, if you’re nasty.”

“Gale Dekarios.” He reached out to shake her hand. She fist-bumped him instead, and Gale got a glimpse of a nasty burn scar peeking out from the sleeve of her jacket. “It’s a pleasure!”

“Aw, I have a great-aunt named Gale!” Karlach replied.

“I get that a lot…” Gale sighed. “I like your hair!”

“Thanks!” Karlach tussled her own hair. “Told my kiddos they could pick what color I dyed it if they all passed their benchmarks.”

“Does Balduran give benchmarks?”

“Oh, no. Teaching university is my side gig,” Karlach replied. “I’m actually a full-time middle school teacher.”

A spindly girl with bleach-blonde hair pulled into space buns sidled up to the table, clutching a notepad. “Can I take your order?” She seemed quite put upon being asked to do actual work on a slow day.

“Vodka Soda,” Astarion replied, holding his ID out to the server.

She took it and dropped it in her apron, jotted something down on her notepad, and turned to Gale with an expectant look.

“I’ll, uh, take a Corona,” Gale replied. He’d never ordered a Corona in his life, but it seemed like an acceptable ‘getting drinks with colleagues’ kind of an order.

The server stood there staring at him a moment long before she asked, “ID?”

“Oh, um…” Gale patted for his wallet and realized he left it in his desk drawer. “I didn’t realize I would need it…”

“You didn’t realize you’d need an ID at a college bar?” Astarion asked dryly as he turned to the server. “Just put it on my tab.”

The server nodded and walked away without asking if they needed anything else.

“Wow Gale, just one day on the job, and you’re already bumming free drinks off the department chair.” Shadowheart teased. She took a sip of her drink crinkling her nose at the taste.

Gale flustered. “I-I was going to pay with my phone, I swear! I wasn’t planning this.”

“Relax. We’re not so underpaid that I can’t afford to buy you one beer.” Astarion rolled his eyes. “You can return the favor when you get your first paycheck.”

Gale blushed. “Alright.”

The server brought them their drinks without another word, then plopped down at the end of the bar to scroll on her phone. Gale pushed the lime through the neck of his beer bottle and watched it fizz as it sank to the bottom of the dubiously golden liquid.

“So, did I miss anything important at the all-hands?” Karlach asked idly, stirring her bourbon and coke.

“You know you didn’t,” Shadowheart replied. “We’re changing timecard systems, and Raphael and Astarion are in another one of their weird power struggles-there, I saved you an hour and a half.”

Karlach’s eyes lit up, and she turned towards Astarion. “Before the semester even starts?” There was a conspiratorial glee in her voice. “What the fuck could he have possibly done this time?”

“Why spoil the mood by ruminating on that rat bastard?” Astarion said. He picked the lemon slice out of his drink and laid it on a napkin. “I’ll tell you later.”

“Fair.” Karlach shrugged. She turned back to Gale and fixed him with a warm smile. “So, Gale, what brings you to the wonderful world of higher education?”

Gale had thought a lot about what he would tell people when they asked him why he wanted to teach college. He’d written little speeches in the shower about the joys of teaching language and the satisfaction of helping students reach their goal, but sitting in a group of other English professors, that suddenly all felt very trite.

“I was a public librarian, but I had to step away from my last position when I got divorced.” He admitted. “I found a job at a community college teaching database management, and I realized I’d just always missed teaching.” He took a long pull of his beer. The sour of the lime battled with the bitterness of the beer on his tongue.

“Library science might be a harder industry to break into than academia. It must have been tough to leave that behind.” Astarion mused.

“I do miss it terribly sometimes… but my ex helped me get into graduate school and got me my first library job. If I stayed, I would never be able to make anything that was truly mine.” Gale sighed. He could see the wheels spinning in Shadowheart’s head as she tried to figure out his age.

“You talk like you’re as old as this bag of bone,” Karlach pointed a thumb at Astarion, who glared daggers at her. “But there’s no way you’re that old.”

“I’m 35.” Gale clarified.

“That’s a little bit older than I thought, but still nowhere near as old as Astarion,” Shadowheart said.

“You are barely two years younger than me.” Astarion snapped.

“Barely a decade older than Gale, too.” Shadowheart shot back.

Astarion rolled his eyes and muttered something into his drink. “Did you go to get your master’s straight out of undergrad?” he asked.

“Yes, why?”

Astarion shrugged. “That’s just quite young to be with someone that well-established in their field.”

“Oh, we didn’t get together until I graduated.” That wasn’t entirely true. They didn’t get together publicly until he graduated. He didn’t know why he was still defending Mystra. It wasn’t like any of his new colleagues would ever meet her.

“I wasn’t trying to imply anything…” Astarion lied.

“Of course not.”

They both took a sip of their drink, holding awkward eye contact.

“Well, here’s to making something for yourself then,” Shadowheart said, holding her drink out to Gale for a cheers.

Gale clinked the neck of his beer bottle against her glass. “I’ll drink to that.”

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rabbitphone · 4 months ago

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YHS College (University) AU I posted on Twitter a while ago and am now posting here!

I had so much fun coming up with this AU Oml, originally it just started out with me wanting to give Sam a fun outfit, thinking like, ‘well, college in movies is supposed to be like, all about self-discovery and doing new things so’ and wallah there was Sam! Then I realised if I’m drawing Sam, I should draw the others right?

Grian’s outfit was pretty simple and not too far from canon, a lot of contrast against Sam’s very very different styling, but I think of Grian as a nerdy kind of dark academia type?? Probably using that wrong but still - he’s trying to move past his parents but it’s all he really knows

Taurtis I wanted to draw kind of sceney - similar to himself but still different so you can tell it’s not really him but him from another universe - same but changed, i’ve kind of forgotten most of my thought process on him haha

Then I really got into thinking about the lore aspect - should it just be an au where nothing went wrong or should I drive off of canon? And after some thinking I went into the latter, Tokyo soul, world ended but with some convincing Sam managed to get Cthulhu to go back in time and have the world not end, they graduate, and they get into university with some cool new powers.

Powers I gave to them based on what I think Sam would want - since he’s cthulhu’s favourite (unless I’m remembering wrong LOL but it’s my au so whatevs!!) - Sam has future vision so he can make sure to prevent the world from ever ending again, Grian is alien-esc due to that one scene where his mic messes up and they play into it and say he was taken over by an alien/angst reasons you could say he doesn’t need to breathe anymore so he can eat chip packaging easier, Taurtis is near invincible so Sam doesn’t have to feel the guilt of stabbing/losing him again, and because Sam and Grian’s Taurtis is dead.

Chan was kind of a last minute add-on decision, but I wanted to add someone else from the og cast and I thought it’d made an interesting plot line if chan remembered Taurtis but he didn’t even know her/ especially with the witness protection program and her having thought the main three were dead or missing

#samgladiator #yandere highschool #yhs sam #yhs taurtis #yhs grian #samgladiator yhs #yhs #yhs fanart #yhs chan #yhs au #i yapped and forgot half of what I was going to say #Sam having cats is so funny to me #he’d be either the worst owner ever or.. no actually I think that’s it #grian is trying his best #fellas is it gay to share custody of two cats you found in the middle of a basketball court while it was raining #sam has lightning scars because he was struck by lightning that one time #and I thought it’d look cool #not outright said but low key… Griam #trying to not show favouritism towards your friends but it’s hard when one of you is the replacement of a friend who died #mfw when I get stolen from my universe the new universe ends and I keep getting treated like the friend of two strangers who have #my own friends faces and I can’t blame them for treating me that way because by almost all technicalities I am

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whumpshaped · 1 year ago

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I just read your tiny whump academia drabble and 👁👁 boy oh boy do I love little guys being crushed very near to the point of death where they think their bones are bending but I also started thinking hey, i wouldn't continue to trust such a small and wiley pet in a shoebox even if he is a puny nerd, I think the only way to soothe my worries about an escaping little mouse is to make sure it cant move at all shehfh- Or put it in a cute little leash and harness like a domestic rat :3 specifically a retracting leash so you can yank him back with no effort, and it makes them easier to show off for some friends or benefactors~

OKAY UM. OKAY. LET ME GO INTO A WHOLE RANT ABT THE POISONED IVY TINY AU.

tw some nsfw talk, tiny whump, bullying, academia whump, dehumanisation

so idk if u know the context for the story, but bryce is basically blackmailing nate already. nate is being mercilessly bullied and exploited by him in private, while in public nate basically "joined bryce's friend group". bryce has some compromising photos of nate that hes holding over nate's head and basically forcing him to do all of his schoolwork instead of his own to ensure 1. he doesnt have to work much 2. nate cant keep up his own first place on the college leaderboard academically. bc bryce used to be outperformed by him in just this one aspect, and he thought hm... two birds, one stone

so yeah theres already an insane power dynamic going on when nate shrinks. and bryce is like holy fucking shit this is amazing. yes i'll have to go back to doing my own schoolwork but u know what i came to love even more than not working? bullying nate. and then another aspect of it is that..... how do i say this. turns out bryce has a kink for this sort of thing and now hes just horny. theres rly no better way to phrase this. hes not even gay but hes looking at tiny nate and hes suddenly very horny abt the prospect of this helpless little creature who also happens to be his ex academic rival who was already helpless- u get the picture. i wont go into detail but that has consequences. anyway bryce is obsessed w tiny nate. he also has immense cute aggression! hes restraining himself from crushing nate's tiny bones 24/7.

moving on, this also means bryce is incredibly possessive. he's not gonna show it off to anyone, because honestly he already reported nate missing and he doesnt need anyone trying to steal nate or whatever. what he does is he keeps nate in his pencilcase for a while until he can go out and get a little custom glass box with a detachable lid. its very nice <3 it has some padding at the bottom, tissues and cotton and cloth, whatever bryce could find. tiny food and water bowls are separate and never placed in the box, because controlling when and how nate eats and drinks is another aspect he enjoys a lot. the box is shoved in the closet whenever someone comes to visit.

that being said bryce looooooves to mess w nate, looooooves to mess with immobilising him completely w clear tape for example. very fun stuff. loves how exposed and vulnerable nate is. im sure he also makes little DIY harnesses and collars and stuff, basically just imagine him tying some thread or cloth around nate and yanking him around by it. dangling nate from high places it also fun bc he has a fear of heights. the closet is also fun in itself bc nate Also has a fear of the dark! and bugs. which leads bryce to pick up earthworms and shit and lock them in the glass box w nate. hes a menace and he loves tormenting nate so so much.

but at the end of the day bryce doesnt want to kill or seriously harm nate physically. if he threatens a knife or smth, he never rly goes thru w it. maybe the lightest little scrapes. but he mostly stays away from that. hes also afraid nate will one day turn back to normal and he doesnt want a full sized nate running around without an arm or smth. (he does eventually turn back btw but by that point hes so afraid and so conditioned and bryce has told him so much abt how everyone has moved on that hes just like...... ok. i guess i only have u bryce. sure i'll stay in the closet all the time hidden away until you graduate and can take me with you to your cool new house. its ok i'll stay soulless and very obedient as always.)

bryce treats nate like a toy, and nate never gets over it. nate already felt quite dehumanised and humiliated and small and powerless when he was normal sized. going thru that ordeal being tiny and violated and hurt in so many ways just cements it in. he feels like property, he feels like a toy, he feels like he doesnt have a life outside of being bryce's thing. and he rly doesnt. whenever bryce isnt playing w him, hes locked away in a dark place that makes him feel afraid and claustrophobic and honestly as horrible as bryce is, he doesnt have any other sort of life than the hours bryce spends actively teasing and bullying him.

#asks #poisoned ivy #citrus scale #tiny whump #bullying #academia whump #dehumanisation #nathaniel #bryce

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angelsandemons · 7 months ago

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LTOLOXA AU

Sixty degrees that come in threes. Watches from within birch trees. Saw his own dimension burn. Misses home and can’t return. Says he’s happy. He’s a liar. Blame the arson for the fire. If he want’s to shirk the blame. He’ll have to invoke my name. One way to absolve his crime. A different form, a different time.

This is an AU that takes place after the conclusion of Gravity Falls, and by extension, after Bill Cipher’s death. Given the above (very much canon) poem from the Axolotl himself, and the fact that Bill’s very much did invoke his name, I’m taking a few liberties and saying that after some time, he is essentially reincarnated in a human form. That time can be one year or 20 years, it can vary from person to person, I’m not terribly picky. Though I would like to keep it within that range, probably.

That said, his powers are all but non-existent, and he’s very much stuck in this “meat sack” of his own. And he has all the limitations that come with being a mortal as well, from not being able to float around, to simply needing to eat and sleep. I still hold this fic as basically canon to my blog, so it’s not like Bill hasn’t done this stuff before, but it’s sure been a while. Also, his memories will of certain events depicted in said timeline will likely come back during the course of this.

Where I go with this AU can vary widely too. This can lead to an actual redemption arch of sorts (long term, don’t expect miracles) or it might just be another way for me to fuck around with Bill. It depends a lot on the things he experiences, the people he meets, and whether he lives long enough to make any real change.

INFO ON HUMAN BILL

Hair: Long, messy blonde hair, usually falls in front of one of his eyes.

Skin: a dark tan, largely as pictured

Eyes: Pretty much just as pictured – visibly yellow with elliptical pupils, like that of a cat. It’s possible that certain lighting conditions might mask the yellow color though, that’s context-dependent. On rarer occasions, his eyes will turn red when very angry, just as they did in his triangle form, but when that happens it will be indicated by icons, in text, or both.

Teeth: pointed, sharp, shark-like teeth

Height: 4'11’’

Weight: 100lbs with some minor variation

Age: His true age is still over a trillion years old, that hasn’t changed. This is the same world from before, he’s just reborn. In terms of appearance though, he’s physically somewhat ambiguous. I’d say proportion wise, he just looks like a very short teenager/adult-ish person. His build is probably more on the scrawny side.

Faceclaim(s): The icons I make mostly use edited versions of Viral from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, Lapis Lazuli (pretending to be Amethyst) from Steven Universe, Sucy Manbavaran from Little Witch Academia, and Yuri Katsuki from Yuri on Ice. There are also a few icons I might have that are drawn specifically for Bill by a variety of generous other users, and if I use those, you can be sure you will find the credits here. If for some reason you DON’T see an icon I use there, assume it was made from the previous mentioned sources, with some considerable recoloring/minor editing on my part. Becasue of these variations (as well as some occasional laziness of my part), some icons might have small inconsistencies. When in doubt, refer to the traits described above. That trumps all else.

Voiceclaim: Human Bill’s voice is very, VERY similar to his canon triangle voice, but without the voice distortion elements. Basically the closest you can possible get to Bill Cipher’s voice without editing software, so something like this. The only exception is any dialouge written in bold – the rule for that still applies as normal. If you see something written like this, read it in his deep, eldritch horror voice he uses when angry. It will happen a lot more seldom in his human form, but it still might happen.

Additional Notes/Warnings:

Bill is very much mortal in this AU, can be hurt, and CAN die. I do ask that you talk to me before killing him, but I’m not inherently against it. I figure he’s bound to die in at least one of these threads.

Just as in canon, Bill is prone to sadomasochistic tendencies. In his human form, he most likely WILL attempt to hurt himself for his own amusement, via cutting, burning, etc. Depending on how the AU progresses, he might also get genuinely suicidal, possibly to the point of attempting it. I will, of course, tag all of these things accordingly as they come up, but if you are RPing with me in this AU and are uncomfortable with themes of self-harm or suicide, YOU NEED TO TELL ME.

#LTOLOXA AU Info

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candycandy00 · 9 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for tagging me, @scary-grace! This was a lot of fun!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

18, though I’ve only posted a fraction of my BNHA stuff on there and there’s even some JJK stuff I haven’t posted there yet.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

217,870. And wow it took me way too long to find that lol. I didn’t even know about the Statistics page!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, Jujutsu Kaisen and Boku no Hero Academia. I wrote for a ton of different fandoms back in my “previous era” I’ll call it lol. I wrote for One Piece, Naruto, Final Fantasy (mostly 7 and 12), Death Note, Gundam Wing, Harry Potter, Durarara!!, and lots of other things (almost all of it featuring non canon ships like Cloud x Yuffie and L x Misa). I’d like to try writing for Bungou Stray Dogs and Demon Slayer at some point.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Doll House (2,280)

Human (390)

The Offering (377)

How to Seduce a Gamer (300)

Little Miss Nobody (234)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! But sometimes if it’s a comment on an older chapter of something I might not or if I got several close together I miss a few and then I’m too embarrassed to go back and respond later. Or if they just comment with an emoticon, I’m not sure how to reply lol.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

In my current era, it’s definitely the Mr. Compress chapter of The Dark Carnival. I have other fics that end badly for Reader but this one felt very tragic to me.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of mine have pretty happy endings!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Current era, I occasionally get people complaining that certain Readers are wimpy or stupid or whatever. I even had one person on AO3 write out a huge wall of text about how one of my Reader characters was a Mary Sue (they simultaneously complained that she was too weak and useless in a fight but also too perfect). But I tend to shrug off those comments. Readers are supposed to be Mary Sues. They’re literally Reader/Writer self inserts! Part of the appeal of x Reader fanfiction is the fantasy of Reader being an idealized version of yourself. So yeah she can hang out with the League of Villains and be the only girl Dabi has ever liked, or she can be old high school buddies with Gojo and Geto and they’re both crazy about her. It’s all fantasy.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes! And I write pretty much all kinds that don’t involve my three “big no’s” (minors, animals, or scat/pee/vomit).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not since I was a kid, writing Sailor Moon/DBZ crossovers lol.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not in my current era, not that I know of. In my previous era, I wrote a Gundam Wing fanfic that got really popular in the fandom and was ripped off twice. Not exactly copied word for word, but very close in both cases. They basically changed the wording around a bit but kept the entire plot the same (and it was a very unique AU with a big, sprawling plot).

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Like 20+ years ago a friend and I were co-writing a very fucked up DBZ fanfic together. It was actually pretty good, but it was unfortunately lost to time. I’d give anything to find it and be able to read it again, but she’s the one who was posting it and she deleted her account a few years later.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I’m just gonna go with my current fave ships of my two main fandoms: BNHA (Spinneraki) and JJK (SatoSugu).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably The League of Villains Heroes. I love it dearly but it gets practically no notes so I have little motivation to keep working on it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve always felt like dialogue is my strong point. Probably because, until I was up into my 20’s, I rarely read actual books and almost exclusively read comics/manga (which tend to be dialogue heavy). I think I’m pretty decent with plotting as well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions! 😩 I am so bad at describing things. Or rather, I’m bad to just… not do it. I literally forget to. I’ve had friends read my work and be like “what does this place look like?” Or “what does that guy look like?” And I can see it all so clearly in my head that I forget readers can’t see it as well.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I sometimes toss in some honorifics just because it seems weird to have certain characters not use them. Other than that, I try to avoid throwing in random Japanese (the only other language I would even consider using, just because these are Japanese characters). I did have Sukuna say his famous “Gambare, gambare” line once but it’s just too iconic!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First I wrote for: Sailor Moon. First I actually posted a fic online for: Dragon Ball Z.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I’m going to pick one from each fandom, only among completed fics.

BNHA: Trending Topics

JJK: The Offering

Tagging @missrosegold and any other writer friends who would like to do this!

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itsmotivatingcara · 2 years ago

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All your wips sound very similar to fics that other writers have been very public about already writing.....i miss when your fics were really original tbh. Now it feels like you're doing this intentionally because I've seen it happen like 3x now

Have you considered that we’re all getting exposed to the same content and prompts? And that you’re getting fed a concept, but not my plot outline?

Every concept can be basic (assassin AU, romcom vibe, Dark Academia), I’m very vague with what I’m doing for a reason - because I like the twists my work takes and I enjoy keeping my readers on edge. There’s no such thing as originality, we all write what we’re inspired by, and more often than not people are allowed to be inspired by the same thing. Especially in writing. Take a walk around a book store, specifically the romance and crime sections. That should give you a general idea.

Furthermore, everything I’ve written has been inspired by something I was moved by or encouraged by. I’ve had fandom authors be inspired by my work and write something similar. I’ve been inspired by other authors as well.

Are you writing fics too? If you are, is every concept original and can you assure - even if you don’t have a connection to every author in the fandom - that YOUR work is 100% original? No? Then why do you expect me to know what others are doing and move around them?

You don’t know my plots for my work in progresses. You don’t know my writing process. You don’t even know how much I’ve written or if what I’ve told my readers is even the full scope of what’s being planned. You’ve formed an opinion on something you haven’t even seen yet, and you’ve done so in such a baseless and offensive way. Maybe that was your intention, to discourage your authors. I wish you well.

Have a nice day ✌️

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misscrawfords · 2 years ago

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@underordinarymoonlight wanted:

Dark academia inspired (or just set) Northanger Abbey drabble….? or just anything Henry Tilney, one of the best fictional men

Not sure I can match dark academia, but here's a scene that I've really wanted to write for ages from my as-yet-unwritten pan-Austen university AU.

At the campus gates with a good view down the hill, was a desk where the official welcomers were waiting to greet the new freshers and show them to their halls of residence. Hurrying towards this desk was a student with a shock of brown hair. He approached another student, also with a shock of brown hair but wearing a high vis jacket over his t-shirt.

"Hey, Ed! I didn't know you were helping out today," the high vis wearing student hailed him before immediately looking Ed up and down. "What on earth are you wearing?"

Ed leaned his hands on his legs as he got his breath. "I was sorting out the chapel warden rota forms."

"And you needed to wear a suit to do that? God, I am really letting the side down here!"

Ed looked up and then his face creased in puzzlement. "Henry, never mind me, what is that?"

Henry chuckled and pulled back his jacket to reveal a "Canon Jesus is better than Fanon Jesus" t-shirt. "Oh, you like?"

Ed opened his mouth and then thought better of it. "I'm not staying to help out. I was looking for a girl."

Henry raised his eyebrows. "Finally! I thought it would never happen! Guys, wonders never cease - our Edmund is becoming a man!"

"Oh, shut up!" replied Ed, turning pink around the ears. "She's an old friend from home starting here today and I promised I'd look out for her. She's very shy. Where's your signing in form?"

"Caro and Louisa have it over there. Hey, is that her maybe?" Henry added as Ed headed over towards another desk. He was looking at a girl who was valiantly marching up the hill, a large camping rucksack on her back, dragging a suitcase in one hand and carrying a large cricket bat over the other shoulder, a tennis racket slung across her chest.

Henry ran forward to meet her. "Hey, you need any help with that?"

"Thanks!" she replied with a grin. Her cheeks were pink from exertion and tendrils of messy dark hair that had once been in a pony tail were sticking to her face and neck. She handed Henry the suitcase and the cricket bat and paused to roll her shoulders before they continued up to the desks.

"Bloody hell, what do you have in this? A stash of stolen gold ingots? Should I be reporting you to the police?"

The girl laughed breathlessly. "It is heavy, isn't it? But I'm doing English and I just couldn't leave these books behind. How could I possibly choose between my favourite editions of Tolkein and Pullman?"

"Very valid, I approve, even if we do actually have libraries here, you know, being a university. But I have to ask, why didn't you take a taxi from the station or wait for one of the shuttle buses?"

She shrugged, a little embarrassed. "I might have underestimated what they meant by 'hill'. It doesn't look far on the map. But it's fine! I always walk everywhere."

They had reached the desks where Ed was pouring over the sign in sheet. "I missed her," he exclaimed dolefully to Henry. "She's already signed in. I can't believe it! I had one job."

Henry clapped him sympathetically on the back. "Cheer up, old chap. She's here for the rest of the year now. But you're hogging the sign-in sheet. Let's find out where..." He looked expectantly at the girl, who had temporarily dropped her rucksack to the ground.

"Catherine. Catherine Morland."

Ed ran his finger down the list. "There you are! Oh! You're in 12 Mansfield. You're going to be flatmates with my friend, Fran. She's so lovely. I'll come with you and show you the way."

"Brilliant, thanks so much." She was starting to heft the rucksack back on when she suddenly noticed Henry's t-shirt. Her eyes went round.

"Wait, is that what I think it is?"

Henry pushed back the high vis vest so Catherine could take a good look, which she did with unconcealed delight.

"Oh my God, oh my God, this is so brilliant! This is the most hilarious thing I've ever seen!"

Henry shot Ed a very smug look.

"Ahh, would you mind if - that is, may I take a photo for my dad?"

"You want to take a photo of me for your dad? Unusual, but I'll grant it."

"No, no, you don't understand. My dad's a vicar and he would just love this so much. It's right up his street." She fished out her phone.

Henry removed the high vis jacket and struck a pose. "Would you like me like this?" He moved to another pose. "Or would you prefer this?"

She waved him away. "No, just stand still. I don't want your head anyway."

"Ah, like a statue. Got it. Chest only. No face." He was somehow managing to keep a straight face but his eyes were dancing.

Catherine took the shot and smiled down at her phone. "Thank you, really. It will relieve my dad so much to know that there are good people here."

"You're welcome," said Henry, more gently, understanding the motivation behind the odd request. "But it occurs to me that my sister hasn't seen this t-shirt either. Could you send me the photo so I can send it to her?"

Catherine's eyes went wide. "Of course, what a good idea! What's your number?"

Henry solemnly dictated it to her and in a moment he received a WhatsApp message with a picture of his own headless torso from an unknown number.

"Thank you, Catherine," he replied solemnly. "That's very kind of you."

"You're so welcome. I hope your sister likes it." She hoisted the rucksack back onto her shoulders, allowed Ed to take the suitcase and picked the cricket back again and lead the way to 12 Mansfield. She turned around and gave Henry a cheerful wave before following Ed with a bouncy step, unaffected by her strenuous climb.

Henry waved back and then saved her number in his phone. He forwarded the picture with the comment "Can you believe I got a girl's number with this t shirt?"

A few minutes the reply came back: "More plausible than your looks or personality. 😘"

Henry grinned at his phone and put it away in time to welcome the next fresher.

#rose writes #northanger abbey #mansfield park #fanfiction #modern au #henry tilney #catherine morland #edmund bertram #jane austen

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24-hours · 1 year ago

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Ayup! I have never sent anything to this blog! So here I am!!

Could I please get an MCIM!Quackity stimboard with themes of libraries, lakes and forests? Dark academia style :O?

Also, I got a picture you can use if you do! Hopefully sending a link is alright, might be hard to find the au just searching so! Tiny link :]!https://www.tumblr.com/poggersbastard/724767218043355136/showfall-media-presents-a-tabby-cat-mystery

(And assuming future activity, bonus anon tag woo!) -🥀

Thank you very much for the link to the picture! I probably could've found something, but I'll be honest with aus I get all finicky about finding stuff cause I always get in my head about somehow using art from the wrong thing! Anywho I have heard of my cat is missing in passing, think one of my friends sent me something from it once or twice! Looks pretty neato, might have to properly look at it now lol seems interesting.

Anyway um I had no clue what you meant by dark academia style? put some lil dark academia adjacent like clothes stims? I dunno thats what my brain gave me so that's what I did. I think its neat but yeah shrugging so bad I'm not great with piecing together what people mean by things. -Mod B

#boo speaks #🥀 anon #accidentally posted instead of queuein again raghgh. enjoy this posting early ig lmao

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What kind of academic disciplines do you think prof keigo, touya and tenko would enjoy the most/be very good at in the DA AU??

awesome question anon!!! they’re all in the humanities in one way or another. professor keigo is a classics professor with a specialization in ancient literature and ancient philosophy, though because he is the youngest faculty member he also gets stuck with the massive intro to classics class, which touches on and covers a broad area of topics—basically an overview of classics as a whole. he is also very interested in the role of food within ancient civilizations and cultures, though he does not do much academic work on that topic.

this anon suggested psychology for touya + history for tenko, which i love, but i have always seen touya as a philosophy major first and foremost. he is extremely intelligent and loves to debate and theorize, and nothing beats that pretty, sharp glint in his eye and that rush of pride that gushes through his chest whenever he talks someone into a defeated, shameful corner with only languid words + intellect as his weapons. so he is majoring or specializing in philosophy and minoring in psychology (purely to help him better understand how to manipulate others. he finds matters of the mind fascinating).

tenko is a history major with a minor in business—the minor in business is a half-assed attempt to pacify his father, who is intent on him inheriting and taking over the family business, even though tenko has no interest in that whatsoever. he desperately wishes he was a computer science major—that’s what he truly enjoys, that’s what he’s truly good at—but his father threatened to not pay for his uni tuition unless tenko chose something more ‘sophisticated’, and threatened to pull his inheritance completely if tenko refused to go to university at all. irregardless of how much he hates his studies, tenko is still in the top five percent of most of his classes.

#thank you for your question anon!!!!#i miss my dark academia au very much :(((#i hope you’re having a lovely friday bb!!!#stay safe and drink water!!!#inky.darkacademia #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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yourstrulyaiko · 2 years ago

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o𓆩♡𓆪; MY HAPPY ENDING PT.4 | HEADCANON 𓆩♡𓆪

╰┈➤ featuring; boku no hero academia! drummer! bakugou katsuki! x lead singer! fem! reader

જ about; Heartbreaks. Aches. Dreams shattered. You feel like there was no bridging between you and your goal as an artist. Especially since the bridge that connected you that was your ex-boyfriend, Shindo, who you met at club. Now, that you’re separated. You thought, that was it. No more. Well, you thought wrong.

જ contents and warning; profanity cause bakugou is on it, asshole bakugou, cigarettes, smoking, angst, drummer bakugou, band au, fluff, romance, drama, paparazzi, cheating, break ups, toxic relationships, getting physical (the bad kind) and many more that I have definitely missed.

જ author's note; I actually have a lots and lots of chapter about band au which needs to be revised and re-written. unedited. THIS IS GOING TO BE A DARK ONE. Please proceed with caution as this portrays ab£s3 and toxic relationship in general. If you’re ever in a similar situation. Please. Seek help. Immediately. Bakugou’s reaction is an effect of being in a toxic relationship, you tend to push people around you. So, if you are in this kind of ‘relationship’. LEAVE. YOU DO NOT DESERVE THIS. I will defo write this as an entire series in more detail cause I acc like it lololol.

LET’S TALK ABOUT BAKUGOU NOW SINCE WE’RE TRYING TO ESTABLISH YOU FIRST

So, Bakugou plays drum really well.

He was planning to go to University and work his mother and father’s company.

But, Kirishima was the person who brought up the fact that they’re forming a band and invited Bakugou along.

He was pretty excited.

Not he’s going to tell anyone that.

They were constantly practicing and juggling their part time jobs.

Once, they’re off rushing to Bakugou’s garage practicing.

Bakugou worked at a music shop.

He started working there at the age of 17.

The band formed when they were 16.

They were still little scrawny kids trying to navigate what they wanted to do

They were working hard to achieve their dreams.

Denki eventually introduced Jirou

She started composing songs for them to play.

They were having so much fun.

Mitsuki would always bring them snacks and drinks too

Not too long after that, Mina was introduced into the group.

She was the one who kick started them into playing in clubs.

Because she work at that very club.

They were playing simple tunes and rhythms that everyone dances too.

These guys are amateurs but the practice and dedication they have for this band

The club owner would pay them a huge amount of money

They brought in a lot of customers because people heard about this amazing club with the live band.

Now the problem is, what do they call themselves?

They were throwing around random names.

King Explosion band suggested Bakugou

Nope

Ladies Magnet says Denki

Definitely a nope.

Then Sero,

“How about Tokyo Lights? I mean, we live in Tokyo and there’s a lot of fluorescent lights here.”

“That sounds dumb.” Bakugou snorts.

“I mean, it’s better than King Explosion Band.” Kirishima pats him on the back.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHITTY HAIR! IT’S BETTER THAN DUNCE FACE OVER THERE!”

It was fucking perfect.

With the money from gigs and part time jobs,

Mitsuki and Masaru didn’t have to worry about their little boy anymore.

His part time job also heard about him playing for a club so, his boss paid gave away a drum set.

SO NICE

A much better kit than his current one.

This gave him the opportunity to start saving up for his first tattoo.

At 18, he did manage to.

It was the big red dragon one.

HE WAS STOKED.

He has been wanting one for a long time and he had it all planned out.

So, when he finally got it.

His confidence and ego shot up a ten fold.

This only led caused a snowball effect of Bakugou wanting to get next one already.

Instead he got his tongue pierced instead.

Needless to say, his friends wanted to get piercing and tattoos too!

As their band grew and grew more popularity. They were all 18-19 at this point,

They’re asking when they were going to get a singer for their band.

This is how Bakugou and Camie met.

After they played for the club.

Camie approached Bakugou offering to buy him a drink.

Started talking and they found Camie could sing.

They offered for her to join the band.

That’s the start of skyrocketing to fame. People started talking about this little band

Tokyo Lights

Not too long after that Camie and Bakugou started dating.

It wasn’t open out there in public but their friends knew.

They continued to climb up in fame. They started getting inviting to bigger events.

This was it, they needed to record their song.

No, fuck that let’s go for a debut album.

Thankfully, Jirou was there and her parents are musician.

So, they all had the equipment they needed.

They took a break from playing at the club.

They quit their jobs.

They focused on being a band.

Then, their debut album was published.

LET ME TELL YOU.

IT BLEW THE FUCK UP.

THEY ACTUALLY GAINED A LOT OF ATTENTION. LIKE THEY DIDN’T CHART

BUT THEY HAD A GOOD AMOUNT OF LISTENERS.

It was amazing

They were having a great time and celebrating.

They were on cloud 9

Katsuki especially since he was living his best life, on the path of his dreams and has a great girlfriend.

The band also gets to be a open up for much bigger singers and bands.

This skyrocketed them even more.

They bought an office and recording studio

THEIR VERY OWN ONE!!

YAY!

The happiness wouldn’t last for long.

Camie was starting to act weird.

The fame was getting to her head.

She wanted the upmost perfection. Unrealistic even.

How bad was it getting?

Well, any single error? That would get you Camie screaming your ear off

For, “Being fucking dumb”, “How can you be a professional fucking musician and be this fucking dumb?”, “I don’t know what’s worse you guys claiming to be this big thing and still slow. Oh wait- Nothing could be worse than that.”

That just didn’t stop from her degrading the other band mates.

Nope.

That extended to her boyfriend, Bakugou.

“What the fuck was that?”

“It’s the beat for-”

“No, the fuck is not. Get it the fuck together or do you want me to do your job for you?”

It’s even worse because-

Camie would get mad at something out of their control and her own mistake.

When Denki’s bass guitar string snapped, Sero forgot to plug his keyboard and was about to, Kirishima electric guitar wasn’t plugged to a amplifier, Mina got the wrong size for her top for their upcoming show and Jirou accidentally playing the wrong melody when it comes to recording.

It’s bad.

Bakugou wouldn’t say anything.

He just follows along and nods.

But, he’s weirdly quiet about the whole thing.

While that’s happening? Camie was whispering all kinds of things to his ear.

“They’re pretty shit, aren’t they?” Camie blows smoke into the air and hugs him from behind, “Why not just kick them all out? Tokyo Lights would be better with just the two of us.”

“I don’t get why you formed a band with these people.”

“I think everyone knows, I made this band anyways.”

“Quit it.” Bakugou growls.

Camie pretends to be confused and she didn’t say anything wrong,

“What? I don’t know what you’re getting mad. I’m only helping you.” “You can’t be wasting your talent. I care about you.”

THE AUDACITY OF GAS LIGHTING OF IT ALL

She wasn’t hiding her thoughts.

Camie publicly said it too. This band wouldn’t be where it would be if she didn’t join.

It was terrible. She always found ways to tear people around her and put herself up.

Bakugou was being drained by this.

But, he didn’t know how to go about it.

Bakugou still remembers the first time it happened.

He was 23.

Camie struck him across the face.

Right, in front of everyone.

That was it.

“Get out.”

Camie looked at him in disbelief,

“Are you fucking serious?” She’s jabbing her finger on his chest, “You’re nothing and fucking worthless without me. Now, you’re telling to get out.”

It was a never ending cycle.

A push and tug situation.

Camie would manage to convince Bakugou to let her back in.

Then, she would end up hurting him. Mentally.

Sometimes, physically.

And, Camie would pull some shit.

Like, “You know, I would never hurt you.”, “I didn’t mean to do that.”, “But, you just push me to the edge.”

She always made it seem like he was at fault.

Kirishima had to pull him aside and tell him this isn’t right.

It’s not good for him at all.

Listen, it isn’t easy leaving a toxic relationship or friendship.

Sometimes, friends and family will be the one encouraging you to do it.

Bakugou was facing a lot of dilemma because yes, it ain’t good for him but, he knows his attitude.

He can be brash.

He feels like no one can love him the way Camie does.

As she said, “Who would love you if I wasn’t here?”, “A lot of women would find you so annoying and wouldn’t be able to stand you, that’s why I’m here.”, “I’m the only one who could ever love you.”

I mean, he’s very self aware that some people will never get along with him.

Bakugou doesn’t know how to control his emotion.

So, he stays. Cause deep down he was right.

Even if, he’s working on himself. Everyday.

When they finally broke up and she is set to leave the band

He remembers what she said to them,

“They were no good for her.”

The years of pulling and pushing accumulated.

Bakugou was lost.

It’s like he didn’t know how to live.

For him, leaving this toxic relationship felt as if he was lonely.

Bakugou starts to question whether what Camie was telling him was true.

There’s no one that is going to love him like Camie does.

He still clings onto the thought of her coming back.

Work things out.

Then, you came along.

You.

You who is going to take her place. You who was the reason for Camie will never come back.

To him, you are barrier between Camie and himself.

He was slowly destroying himself and his friends.

He goes out drinking often.

Smokes so much more now too.

That’s why Kirishima was always telling him to go to therapy.

Because he will regret the road he’s go down in.

He did.

It was a lot.

Extremely uncomfortable.

He didn’t understand why Camie was at fault.

To him, he was always at fault. Camie had enough if him.

That’s why she left.

“This is your your way of not opening that space in the hopes that Camie comes back.” His therapist Hayakawa, “This is what a lot of-”

“I don’t want to talk about this, right now.” Bakugou stood up quickly.

“That’s fine. Do note, after your first therapy session. It can be extremely overwhelmed. So take a walk by yourself and digest everything we discussed today.”

He leaves and kept what his therapist said,

Bakugou pulls his hoodie up and wears his mask to conceal his identity,

He walks around the city thinking about what his therapist said to him.

He’s so confused.

Was it really Camie’s fault all this time?

The next week, he appears back at his therapist office.

He spots you.

Just staring off into space.

The hell are you doing here?

“Oi!” He barks, “The fuck do you think are you doing here?”

“Well, what the fuck do you think I’m here for? A tea party?” You scoff.

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minimomoe · 3 years ago

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C l a i r d e L u n e

Pairing: Suguru Getou x black y/n (College AU!)

Summary: The crush you have on your piano teacher is getting in your way, but what happens when he feels the same way about you?

Word count: 4k

“Let’s start from the beginning, again,” Suguru huffed out. He placed the violin to his chin and started to play. You were technically supposed to start for him, but you couldn’t focus at all. It wasn’t your first time playing the piano quartet in E-flat Major. In fact, it was a piece that you have practiced with him a millions times over. It should be second nature to you by now.

But you fumbled over yourself again, your fingers running into each other, mixing up the notes on the pages in front of you. The first time you did it Suguru ignored you, gliding over the mistake you weren’t even sure you played it incorrectly. But you did, and you did it so badly enough the second time he couldn’t ignore the disconcerting keys mashed together.

“Are you new here? Why are you playing like this?”

You shrugged your shoulders and picked at your chipped nails. “I’m tired.”

Suguru stared at you incredulously. “Tired? Tired ? So what, now we’re done? Lesson’s over?”

You shrugged again, “I guess so.”

Suguru scoffed at you as he rested his violin on his knee. “Okay, spill, because clearly something is wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong,” you picked at the hem of your skirt. You felt very exposed with your outfit choice today. It was something that you would have chosen on your own, except if your skirt was any shorter it would be considered as a belt. You did have Suguru in mind when you paired your pleated skirt and tweed jacket together, You tried to do a dark academia look, and now you felt like an imposter. “Like I said before, I’m tired.”

“You have a concert soon. Now is not a time to be thinking like this,” he admonished.

“Then shouldn’t we practice my concert song? This piece is a quartet , and there’s only one person playing the violin right now.”

“This is your favorite piece. You said it’s relaxing to play when you’re stressed out.” Your heart fluttered when he remembered the fact that you mentioned off handedly years ago. You shook the fuzziness out of your head.

“Used to be. Now it is just as stressful.”

Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose and gave a dry laugh. “You know, out of all the people I have taught I thought I had finally met true talent with you. Guess I stand corrected,” he slapped his hands on his thighs and got up. “If you’re so tired then you can leave.”

You looked up at Suguru and was surprised. “Just like that? You’re not even going to ask what the problem may be?”

“I just did! And you gave me nothing!” You flinched at him raising his voice at you.

“You don’t have to be so mean, you know,” you mumbled while picking at your nails. How were you supposed to come out and say that your crush on your piano instructor was getting too much to bear? You sighed and stood up from the bench and smoothed out your skirt and fixed the top of your thigh highs.

You went to gather your stuff from the couch behind you, unplugging your phone to check your messages. You had missed calls from your ex boyfriend and you rolled your eyes at the notification.

You hastily texted him to leave you alone and then promptly blocked his number. You shoved your phone back into your bag and whipped around to leave only to land face first into Suguru's chest.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong with you know or do I have to drag it out of you?”

You took a dry gulp before meeting his eyes. “How about we drop it for now? I’ll see you in a couple of days,” you said, sidestepping to leave the studio.

“Then I’ll drop you.”

You stopped in the middle of your path and slowly turned around. “What?”

“I’ll no longer be your teacher,” he shrugged.

“I’m paying you. What do you mean you’ll just drop me?”

“You go to the top music school in the country right now. I’m just supplemental help, that you are obviously not utilizing anymore. You’ve been playing like shit for weeks, making mistakes you haven’t before. Something is taking up your time, and I will gladly get out of your way.”

“This feels racist.” It was a low blow and you knew it. Suguru narrowed his eyes at you, not amused in the slightest. He crossed his arms over his chest and you had to train your eyes on his face to not stare at the way he was stretching his button down out.

“I can assure you, I wouldn’t have taken you on at all if I was racist bigot. Go figure out whatever it is with your little boyfriend and I’ll put my efforts in a new student who actually has substance.”

Suguru’s words felt like a slap to your face. You stood there clenching and unclenching your fists as tears pricked your eyes. You didn’t have to take this from him, or anybody really.

“Fuck you. As if you’ll find someone as good as me.”

Suguru took steps closer to you until he was standing right in your face, his dress sure echoing in the acoustic room. He had the nerve to put his hands on his knees to be at eye level with you.

“Do you really believe that?” You looked deep into his purple eyes and your stomach was doing back flips. He had no right to be this sexy. His wire framed glasses were perched precariously on the bridge of his nose, his hair in a very loose ponytail. It was ultra black and there wasn’t a flyaway out of place. He looked at you with a gleam in his eye, like he knew the effect he had on you.

You slowly shook your head, your sudden arrogance waning away. You were better than most but you weren’t dumb. Of course there were exceptional people out there. There will always be someone better.

“So you’re not dumb. That’s nice to know,” he said as he straightened himself up. He turned around to start putting up his violin and moving the other stands.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“What? Mumbling is for the unimportant. Speak up.”

“I said I don’t have a boyfriend! I… he broke up with me.” Suguru stilled for a moment before continuing to tidy things up.

“And why would he do that?”

“Because I spend too much time here! With you! He accused me of cheating on him with—“

“With me? How stupid,” Suguru chuckled to himself and your heart sank. “But it makes sense. Is that why you have been coming in here with shorts and skirts that are constantly riding up your thighs?” He threw a look behind his shoulder. You suddenly couldn’t speak anymore. He came to tower over you once again, lifting your chin up to look at him.

“I remember mentioning that I like the scent of jasmine and suddenly you change your perfume? Or how you constantly have your curls out now because I said I liked it natural instead of straightened. How about when I said my favorite color is black and now you have black pieces in your wardrobe, despite your favorite color being pink? Was your boyfriend really wrong to assume that there was another man?”

Blood was rushing to your ears as you tried to look anywhere else but his eyes. He gripped your chin harder and brought his face closer to yours. “Tell me, how would you feel if your boyfriend was catering to some supposedly random girl’s preferences? What would you do if your boyfriend had a crush on another?”

“Wha- who said I had a crush on you?” You stuttered. Have you really been that transparent this whole time?

Suguru raised his brow as he looked down at your lips. They had a soft shine on them, and he knew they would taste like strawberries because of the lipbalm you put on earlier. “So if I were to kiss you right now, you wouldn't kiss me back?”

“No, I wouldn’t,” you shot back.

“Let’s test out that theory,” he said, and his lips were on yours. His aggressiveness took you by surpise but it wasn’t unwelcomed. You threw your arms around his neck and fell deeper into the kiss, standing on your tiptoes to taste more of him. Suguru groaned into your mouth and leaned back to remove his glasses before attacking your lips again. He was licking and sucking your tongue and you could feel your knees threatening to give out. He snake his arm around your waist and walked backwards until he bumped into the grand piano.

“So soft,” he mumbled as he trailed his hands all over your body.

“Mumbling is for the unimportant,” you chided. Suguru bit back a smile as he nipped at your neck.

“Cheeky brat. I haven’t forgiven you yet. You’ve been messing up for weeks because you were unable to control your feelings. Now it’s time for me to have my fun.”

He let go of you and left you breathless as he went to his bag and pulled out a small black gift bag. He pulled out a pink contraption, like a weird rubber plane of sorts. He sat on the piano bench and gestured you over to stand next to him. He placed his hand on the back of your thigh, idly running his fingers up and down. A shiver went up your spine as you looked down at him.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” The affirmation came out before you had the chance to process what he said. He smirked as he ran his hands over his lap. “Bend over.”

You stared at him in bewilderment but he was dead serious. You conceded, slowly dipping down to spread your stomach on his legs. You felt the cool AC air over the back of your thighs, now regretting early morning you who went without shorts underneath your outfit. Despite the goosebumps forming on your skin, your body felt hot wherever Suguru’s fingers were, his touch leaving fiery trails in their wake.

He abruptly smacked your ass, making you jump forward and look back at him. “Count each hit and I will give you a reason for every one of them.” You were about to protest before he raised his brow at you again, your tantrum dying behind your lips.

He smacked you again, harder than the first one, the slap echoing all around you. “One!”

“That’s for being with that god awful, good for nothing ‘boyfriend’ you had for all this time. It was painful to watch,” he berated as he soothe the area he hit. You knew that you settled for your ex, not wanting to delude yourself into thinking you could get with Suguru one day. He smacked you again and you bit your lip to keep from shouting out. “Two!”

“That was for fucking up practice today. Have I not told you to use your words if something was bothering you?” He went back to rubbing your backside. Though your butt was stinging, you couldn’t ignore the heat growing in between your legs. “M’sorry,” you murmured.

“I don’t think you are, but you will be soon enough,” he said, then gave you another resounding smack. “That was for making me wait so long,” he said, then slid your panties to the side and ran his fingers over your heat. “Do you know how long I wanted to do this with you? How many nights have I fantasized about the sounds of your moans?” He ran a slender middle finger through your folds, keeping his other hand flat against your back before slipping it in.

“How indecent. You’re so wet down here. Tell me, Y/N, how long have you wanted me?”

“I don’t– I don’t know,” you moaned, pushing your hips back to meet his fingers, which was now two pumping inside of you. “A very long time,” you whined. Suguru twisted his hand to scrape your g-spot and you cried out loudly.

“Shhh. No one is in here now but you never know who will come up here. You know how people love to come early for their lessons, just like you do,” he crooned. He now had his thumb on your clit, circling it slowly as he stuck his other hand in your mouth to muffle your moans.

“It's a surprise to no one. You are my favorite instrument to play,” he said, speeding up his fingers in your cunt. He stretched his fingers out wide to pull more of your moans out of you. You were drooling around his fingers, fighting the urge to bite him so he would let up just a little bit.

This was the first time Suguru has ever touched you and he marveled at the responsiveness of your body. It was like you were already broken in just for him. He scissored his fingers as he applied more pressure to your clit, the vibrations of your moans going straight to his dick. He felt you begin to flutter around him, and he started to talk you through it.

“Come on, pretty girl, what other sounds do you make?” You shook your head, not even sure why you were doing it, but it was proving to be too much. You felt your legs start to shake as he prodded you faster.

“Waitwaitwaitwait. Please, wait,” you pleaded through his fingers but there was no way Suguru was going to stop. This moment has been in his head for years now. He curled his finger one good time while pressing on your clit firmly and you fell apart beautifully. His name fell out of your mouth in a low groan, and it took everything in him not to fuck you on the piano right then an there.

“That’s enough. No more. I’ll be good, I promise,” you said weakly, as you watched him lick your arousal off of his hand.

Suguru tutted as he shook his head. “You’ve been anything but good, but I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself.” You heard him shuffling behind you but you couldn’t strain your neck far enough to see what he was doing. Suguru pulled your panties down and placed the pink toy that he had bought in the center of your underwear. The magnetic flaps clips together and he slipped your panties back on and helped you to sit beside him on the bench. You shifted around with the toy in your pants, gasping when it hit your clit. “What are we going to do?”

“You are going to play a song. Any song of your choice but you can’t make any mistakes. You haven’t been able to complete a song today, and I am still your teacher,” he said giddily. You raised your brow up in suspicion. “That’s it?”

“That’s all. Like I said, you can choose any song you want. You just have to be sure to finish it through. I’ll go ahead and sit on the couch so you can concentrate.”

He got up and settled behind you on the green velvet couch. He sat with his arms stretched out over the top of the chair. Suguru was manspreading before deciding to cross his legs but all you wanted to do was crawl over to him and please him with your mouth. He had even put back on his glasses and it only made you ache more. You didn’t believe him, still on edge from your first orgasm. Your fingers hovered over the keys as you debated what song to play. You landed on Clair de Lune. It was a song you mastered in elementary school, and you were now in your mid twenties. It was muscle memory more than anything else.

Suguru should have known you would play that song. It was your favorite piece for years. You played well, swaying to the rhythm and was almost halfway finished before messing with the remote to the toy. That was when you felt a vibration in between your legs. You faltered for a split second but regained yourself quick enough to not mess up completely. You took a deep breath as you got to a new measure, slowing down to stay within the time signature. Just as you were starting the bar the vibration was much more violent this time, making you press all your fingers on the keys at the same time.

“Oh no. You almost had it,” sighed Suguru. You glared at him viciously, and he had a slight smile on his face. “Do it again. Try not to fuck it up this time.” You huffed out a frustrated breath and turned back around. You glided over the keys again, getting back into the groove of the song, but Suguru didn’t even let you get to the tenth measure of the song before blasting the toy again. You faltered, hunching over the keys as the toy worked itself right over your clit. You crested over before you knew it and you heard a low laugh from behind you.

“Please!” you gasped, “I— I’m trying!”

“I know, baby, I know. But it’s clearly not enough,” he said as he sat next to you on the bench. He still didn’t turn off the toy and you were writhing around trying to relieve yourself. You looked at him with such wide, pleading eyes, and he wanted nothing more but to break you so you would only look at him like that.

“How about this, I’ll play Clair de Lune, and you listen? All you have to do is sit there,” he offered. You already knew there was more than what he was letting on. “With the toy still on?”

“So smart, pretty girl,” he patted the side of your face. You groaned as he turned the toy on to the highest level just for fun.

“Just play the fucking song,” you strained.

“That’s no way to talk to your teacher,” he pouted, but he lowered the intensity and played the song from the beginning. You tried to focus on his fingers and pay hyper attention to the notes, but the low buzz was too distracting to pretend to care about anything else. You pressed your thighs together as you gripped his shoulder as he serenely closed his eyes to play.

“Please. Please, I’m about to come again,” you whispered. You screwed your eyes shut as you counted your breaths. Your whole body felt hot as another orgasm was tumbling towards you at an alarming speed.

“You still have two minutes left of the song,” he hummed. You gripped his shoulder harder, then gripped the wooden bench beneath you. You fought the urge to grind your hip into the toy to just get it over with but you knew if you did that you’d be in for it. Tears were gathering in your eyes as Sug somehow turned up the intensity once again.

“Stop, please. Or fuck me. Just do something!” You cried out.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he growled as he slammed the piano shut and kissed you harshly. You quickly straddled me over his legs but then he lifted you up and walked over to the couch where he dropped you unceremoniously. You stretched out wantonly under his gaze while your hands pinched your nipple through your clothes. Just as he was about to dip his head you placed your hand on his belt. “Can I?”

Suguru cocked his head to the side but understood once you removed his belt to pull him out. You looked up at him and fluttered your eyes as you stroked him with both hands. You felt like you hit a jackpot with your crush. He was insanely attractive, a musical prodigy, and had a big dick? Not many people could say the same for their lovers. Gingerly you took licks at the tip, swirling around the head, licking the underside, flattening your tongue as much as possible. You maintained eye contact with him, and to see him breath in heavily while looking down at you with his glasses only made you put on more of a show. You hollowed out your cheeks and attempted to pull him down deeper. You tried not to gag as you pulled his hips closer to you. Suguru hissed and put his hand on the back of your head, slowly bucking his hips to your movements. “Just like that. You’re so pretty with your mouth full,” he crooned. You blinked up at him, his praises going straight to your sex. “You always have something smart to say but I think you look better this way,” he teased. You pushed him further down your throat, your nose almost touching his pelvis.

“God, I would love to come in your mouth but I need to be inside of you, now ,” he groaned, pulling you off of his dick and laying you out on the couch. You grabbed his ponytail and gave him a lewd kiss, swapping his arousal into his mouth as his hands went back into your panties to tear them apart, then he leaned back to look at his handiwork. “Do I need a condom?”

“No. I’m on birth control and I…” he raised his brow at your hesitation. “I want to feel you.”

Suguru’s face broke out in a smile, leaning over you so that your foreheads touched. “Who am I to deny you?” He gave the tip of your nose a chaste kiss then lined himself up with your heat. The anticipation was killing you so you wrapped your legs around his waist and lifted your hips up to meet him. You both groaned when he bottomed out. “Fuck, Y/N. I don’t think I can ever let you go now,” he muttered.

You tightened your legs around him even more. “Then don’t,” you whispered, and Suguru started to move. You lamented the fact that you were both still wearing clothes, but the thought quickly dissipated as he sped up his strokes. “Too much. It’s too much,” you whimpered into his shoulder. Suguru slipped one hand under your knee to open you up more, almost pushing it up to your chest as kneeled to fuck you harder. “This is what you wanted, hm? Wanted someone to fuck you this good, right?” He was panting hard. There was a rosy blush overlaying his face and sweat shining on his skin. He looked so beautiful like this, breathless and fucked out, you couldn't help but to reach out for him again to feel him closer.

“I’m about to come, Sug,” you warned, feeling your stomach tighten. “I know, I can feel it,” he moaned, biting your shoulder so hard you could feel it through your jacket. He leaned back again, not slowing down with his strokes but ran slow little circles on your clit. You whimpered at the sensation knowing that the end was soon.

“Please,” you moaned again for the umpteenth time as the tears in your eyes swelled again. Your nails grazed his pelvis in a useless attempt to slow him down. “Go on, pretty girl. Come all over me,” he murmured. He grabbed your hand that was pushing him away and kissed the inner part of your wrist while thrusting in you relentlessly. You tried to steady your eyes on him but you came and your vision went blurry, effectively blocking out your view of him. Your legs shook violently as you went through your high and he watched you in amazement. If he could he would replicate the sounds of your moans with his violin and play it incessantly.

Suguru couldn’t last long with your wails and you pulsating around him. He seated himself deep inside you and filled you up to the brim. You felt ribbon after ribbon of come inside of you as your brain turned static. Suguru gave out on top of you, resting his head on the crook of your shoulder. Suguru shifted after a few minutes to try to pull out but you gathered the little strength you had left to pull your legs together feebly.

"Stay." Suguru chuckled but didn't move any further. You stoked the nape of his neck as you basked in the afterglow, not sure how to continue this relationship from now, but concluding that you wanted this, wanted him, more than ever before.

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DPxMHA AU - PT AU - My Phantom Academia

DPxMHA au where the Fentons live in Mustafu because of some massive tragedy that happened there at some point over the last 200 years since quirks first appeared & it's said to be haunted. They're still ghost hunters, so they're still considered outcasts in society. Dina also exists in this au. Dina being Diana Selena Fenton, Danny's twin sister whom I made up.

Anyway, the Fentons have lived there since a little after Danny & Dina turned 4. Same with Tucker's family. Meanwhile, Sam had only just moved there from America in middle school.

Jack has a basic strength-enhancement quirk, Maddie has a basic intelligence quirk, & Jazz has a memory quirk.

Danny is quirkless, while Tucker has a basic metal-bending quirk & Dina has a sort of 'healing' quirk. I'll explain further in a little bit.

Sam has perfect dark vision, the ability to see people with invisibility quirks, & spirits, but she's actually considered quirkless due to her toe joint. She also has tapetum lucidum much like Danny & Dina after becoming hanyuu (halfas). She's also an advocate for the quirkless & people with quirks that are considered either weak or villainous.

I call Dina's quirk Injury Exchange. It's a stronger form of one of her grandmothers' quirks.

Her quirk would allow her to exchange someone else's injury for her healthy equivalent. So, if someone had a cut on their hand, she'd be able to take that cut from them, leaving unblemished skin behind.

This works no matter how severe the injury. Meaning that she can even exchange missing limbs & organs. This process works via the manipulation of cells into energy, exchanging the energy, then turning it back into cells, but the difference being that those cells, right down to their molecules, would be that of the recieving person's cells. So, there is no risk of the body denying the new part.

Now, Dina can also give someone else her own injuries, but she's very much against that sort of thing.

She can also divide the severity of the energy between herself & the other person, but only after years of practice.

She is unable to heal scars though.

However, it was quickly discovered that while this came with a slight healing factor (it's actually due to a mix of her Fenton-Nightingale dhampir qualities & full ecto-liminality), but she has no regeneration factor at this point to go along with it, so she was urged to only use it for non-severe injuries.

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Since Jack has difficulty speaking most languages, including Japanese, the Fentons regularly speak English at home. This sorta bleeds into Danny's relationships with his friends & they generally talk to each other in English when they don't want others to understand what they're saying. As a result, Izuku quickly becomes fluent.

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On the other hand, Bakugo goes outta his way to learn English just so he can understand them whenever they do & will be an asshole about them "thinking they're better than him" just for trying to have a private conversation.

Jazz has an entire dissertation written about that boy's many issues.

Either way, Izuku is part of their group & had been since a little after everyone learned he was quirkless. He'd been getting beat up by Bakugo when Danny, Dina, & Tucker came in to save him. They've been friends ever since. Then, in middle school, Sam moved there & their quartet became a quintet.

Because of this, Izuku is more confident in himself & no longer considers Bakugo his friend. He knows what friends are now & Bakugo isn't one. Thanks to his friends, he doesn't develop the pseudo-Stockholm Syndrome that we see in canon. So he doesn't call him Kacchan anymore & to be honest, the first time the greenette called Bakugo, Bakugo it stung them both. It still gets on the hot-headed boy's nerves but he can't react to it because people would get suspicious.

Tucker & Dina even suggested that Izuku could be the Analyst Hero because of all his note-taking. That he should try analyzing villains & using the information against them when he's a hero.

Either way, Aldera doesn't exist here. Casper Middle does in its place. The only teacher there that's worth a shit is Lancer as he doesn't allow discriminatory rhetoric, including anti-quirkless bullshit, in his class. He's a good, if flawed, teacher, but he's surrounded by horrible ones & he tries to be there for the kids targeted.

His quirk is the ability to remember every word of every book he's ever read. Very useful for an English lit teacher. Especially since he enjoys literature so much.

The A-listers are still a thing, but only in middle school. Bakugo's considered one of them, but he honestly hates the lot of them.

In this story, Danny & Dina's accident happens on the first day of their second-to-last year in middle school & Izuku was there for it. At first, they try to pretend that the accident just gave them quirks or something, which prompts Izuku to start writing about it since he'd never seen anyone with multiple quirks before Dina. However when these ghosts, real freaking ghosts with similar abilities to Danny & Dina, start coming out to terrorize people, they begin to get a sick feeling in their stomachs as to what that could mean for the twins.

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This is the start of the Danny Phantom arc & it goes relatively the same as in the show, just plus Midoriya.

However, this also means that Reign Storm takes place.

Now that Dina & her brother became Phantoms, she's got super healing & regeneration.

From then on, she was able to take much more severe injuries with little-to-no issue. But it wasn't until after TUE & the development of her ability to heal others with her hands (she calls it her Lay On Hands) that she began to really experiment with the possibilities.

Even still, it wasn't until someone lay before her dying with a hole in their lung that she recklessly used it on them. At first Danny thought Dina would die, but it turns out that their cores act as an ectoplasmic memory bank containing blueprints for their body. Because of this, they are both able to regenerate almost any body part near-perfectly. Scars remain, but they do eventually fade. Though, not completely.

She can heal from things like broken arms & whatnot in a matter of hours. Sometime minutes if she regularly drinks bone broth & 3-bone tea. But missing organs can take a week to heal, but again, she can minimize that time with the right food intake.

However, when Dina uses her quirk, the more severe an injury, the less her ghostly self-healing factor works. It still heals, but at a slightly slower rate than other injuries.

She recommends that people consume appropriate foods for up to a week beforehand to help along the process as it puts less strain on her & her quirk. Things like drinking 3-bone tea when you have a broken arm.

Using her Lay On Hands at the same time can mitigate the adverse affects she receives even further.

Again, she has to have specified diets in these situations to help specific missing or injured body parts to heal.

At the same time, her quirk doesn't work on body parts that she doesn't have. So, if a guy lost his... you know... her quirk wouldn't work on him because she doesn't have one.

She also discovers that she has x-ray vision, but it's nowhere near the efficiency of Superman's version. Really, it acts more like an internal x-ray machine, all black & white & slightly fuzzy. Not to mention that she's unable to see through walls.

However, despite it's lack of efficiency, it majorly improves the efficiency of her healing of others by showing her exactly what she needs to heal, which allows her to guide the energy right where it needs to be.

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At the same time, the appearance of these Ghosts (also called Hereafter Ghosts, Eku-Yuurei, & Zumu-Yuurei) will prompt the appearance of youkai & regular yuurei (Earthbound Spirits of Japanese descent) which is another issue entirely. While Danny & Dina can fight the hostile ones back, their ghost powers aren't especially effective against youkai that aren't yuurei as well. They still work, but not as well.

Not to mention that they can't really use the thermos on the Earthbound spirits or youkai because they aren't made purely of ectoplasm like the Eku-Yuurei are. So, they have to figure out other ways to fight & contain them, or in the regular yuurei's cases, help them move on, which will sometimes eventually involve the use of magic, as well as old school Shinto & Buddhist methods.

Magic for them specifically being Danny's cryomancy & asteromancy & Dina's hydromancy & lunamancy. But for the old school Japanese methods, they need someone with reiki. (To be determined.) Turns out that many of the more humanoid youkai had been hiding amongst humans as people with mutation & emitter quirks since quirks came into being & had been masquerading as regular humans before that since a little after the Sengoku period, around the Meiji era. Of course, no one knows this except the youkai themselves & the hanyou descendants of them, not to mention families of miko, kanushi, hoshi, & taijiya that actually follow the old traditions. It is kept a closely guarded secret by the Nippon Magical Division.

Halfa is the English term for half-ghosts, which means that it wouldn't be the word used too often for Danny, Dina, & Vlad here. Instead, the word used most often would be 'hanyuu' which literally translates to 'half' & 'apparition.'

Here, people are struggling with the idea that these things could be yuurei (spirits) & try to come up with other, quirk-based answers, but are unable.

For Bakugo's part, he had at least one encounter with an Eku-Yuurei & it sorta traumatizes him because his quirk does nothing at all. He may or may not be kinda, sorta... afraid of ghosts now because they can't be blasted away by his quirk & that scares him, but never in his life would he ever admit to it.

For a while, Shouto is the only one to really believe that the Ghosts (Eku/Zumu-Yuurei) are actual Ghosts.

Moving on, because of Izuku's influence, he's able to convince the rest of his friend group to take on hero personas to hide their identities & still help their friend fight ghosts. At first, they just use them when actively patrolling, but Danny (the one with the hands on experience & knack for engineering & science), Tucker (the hacker, coder, & programmer), & Midoriya (being the one to come up with a lot of ideas for support equiment & power usage) eventually work together to study Danny's ability to change clothes when he transforms to build rings that do something similar, but only with clothes, by using ectoplasm. (They don't realize that they basically just revolutionized herowork, because if Heroes don't need to take the time to change then they can get a lot more done. Especially, if they can just low-key it around town on their days off, then immediately be ready with this ring's help. It's even more useful to Underground Heroes.)

They don't really have names, but they opt for a uniform that resembles Danny & Dina's suits & masks. Sam's is a 2 piece with the top being a purple tunic with black racing stripes down the sides & where the neck part is triangular instead of circular. The gloves & boots also have triangular ends. Her bottoms are black & she wears combat boots with steel toes (shaped like a jawless skull). Her mask is black & bat-shaped much like Damian Wayne's mask.

Tucker's is white with orange accents with blue, camo cargo-like bottoms, a bulkier belt for more ghost tech & instead of a mask, he wears a blue visor to hide his features. (Eventually, it'll be more than just a visor, but for now it's just for aesthetics.) No beret, instead a little bit of dread action like when he went goth for a bit, & the tips of the fingers on his gloves & the toes & ankles on his boots are blue.

Izuku's is just basically Danny's, but it's the same color as Izuku's hero costume will be with a basic domino mask to match.

When the Fenton Phones are invented, they each have one as part of their suit before they're built into the masks themselves.

When the Ghost Gloves are made, they become a standard part of Izuku's suit along with the Boo Staff which is an anti-ecto bo staff. When he eventually realizes that he's better with his feet, the team build Ghost Boots for him too. (At some point, the gloves & boots are made more streamlined by Danny & Dina, creating gloves & combat boots with circuitry in the fabric, metal studs on the knuckles, & metal toes. At which point, they become standard for Sam & Tucker too because they're less bulky now. Though, Izuku's will become more bulky once the rest of the team forgives him for keeping OFA a secret from them in order to better withstand his new power.)

Sam is the best shot & is the one with the most anti-ecto guns as well as a Fenton Whiplash, which is just an anti-ecto whip.

Tucker has the most anti-ecto gadgets, in-general.

Tucker's visor links to his pda & has thermal imaging, infrared, night vision, & a Fenton ectographic lense that allows him to see an outline of ghosts even when they're invisible. It takes a good while to make the parts compacted enough to all be used in the others' masks. Years even. (Upon gaining access to nanobots, he & Danny manage to build a spectrometer so compact it actually fits in Tucker's visor. This allows him to see those with invisibility quirks.)

Vlad is an outright villain, one well-known in the criminal underground of America but is too slippery for the authorities. Plasmius, that is. No one knows that Plasmius is also Masters.

However, he is a businessman & was unable to build a full portal from the proto-portal on his own until the Fentons' portal was finished. As such, he only has personal experience with blob ghosts & Skulker. Most of his business in the Infinite Realms was done via a middleman until then. Typically, Skulker himself, as he was the only intelligent ghost able to fit through the proto-portal. As such, keep in mind, all his abilities either came with age or training at home. So, his irl experience in fights are very little & he prefers fights that he knows he will win at & his battle style is to overwhelm opponents with raw power. Occassionally, playing with his food. Not only that, he had no reason to be constantly fighting ghosts & his most basic powers already give him a leg up against quirked individuals. Put these things together & it seems like, though he'd be stronger than in canon, he likely isn't that powerful compaired to his actual potentional. As such, once Danny & Dina start going to U.A. Vlad's gonna realize that not only do they not need him specifically to train them, but that the younger half-ghosts will catch up to him quickly.

Vlad was also born quirkless, so that sorta just added to his overall bitterness in-general. Upon learning about the Twins, he began preparations to take up residence in his Tokyo home to better be able to pester Danny & Dina before setting up a new place of business for VladCo in Musutafu. Walter Weston & his sons moved there for his work.

Ember does eventually show up, but not until she goes on her Japan tour after taking America by storm. This, however, makes her a much more powerful opponent than in canon because she'd technically already accomplished her goal in Fanning the Flames without Danny there to stop her.

Spectra is a wraith & goes wherever there is misery to be had. It just so happens that Casper with all it's quirkist bs is the perfect place for her.

The other important events such as Fright Night, Shades of Grey & every other episode with Valerie, Kindred Spirits, Reign Storm, Ultimate Enemy, Frightmare, Urban Jungle, & D-Stabilize also occures. As well as several other episodes with characters introduced as a result of Vlad's meddling such as Vortex. Control Freaks also happens, but it's due to Freakshow being run out of America.

While Clockwork does appear here, he does so as Daikoku, but with Clockwork's middle age body type & coloration & he doesn't switch between ages here, just staying in his adult form because the age shifting is specifically a quality of his American form. He also goes by Daikoku here because despite Danny, Dina, Sam, & Tucker being originally American, they've lived in Japan for a good while. Not to mention that Izuku is just straight Japanese.

Danny & his sister still manages to find the Far Frozen & Frostbite. Though, I imagine that they originally find a different island of ice first where a tribe of dead yukionna live & they send the pair to the Far Frozen.

Izuku tells Danny & Dina that they should apply for the Hero Course at UA because he's convinced that they'd make for amazing Pro Heroes, but Danny has all kinds of anxiety over that, especially after the Ultimate Enemy. Besides, he still wants to be an astronaut. On the other hand, though Dina wants to be a marine biologist, she has also seen where things are going & has decided that she might as well go whole hog on this hero thing.

Eventually, the beginning of My Hero happens. Izuku had been a vigilante for 2 years, but he's excited to become a hero because he knows that if he can fight ghosts & youkai, he can sure as hell fight ordinary villains. He's even fancying being the first quirkless hero in Japan with a focus on analyzing villains. He had convinced Team Phantom to take up Mrs. Fenton's offer of teaching them karate. However, upon discovering his personal aptitude for kicking, he later takes up taekwondo or kickboxing as well & this allows him to come up with Shoot Style much sooner.

When Bakugo burns his book. Instead of being depressed, he gets angry. He tells his friends to go on because he wants to think. Once they're gone, the Slime Villain attacks. Izuku actually reacts quick enough to dodge out of the way, immediately analyzing him for weaknesses. The villain tries to grab the kid, but no luck. This is when All Might appears & once the villain is taken care of, Izuku has a moment of vulnerability & asks All Might the same question he does in the show.

All Might becomes Small Might & answers much like in the show. Izu becomes depressed at first, hurt by his hero, but then Izuku remembers his friends & becomes determined to prove even All Might wrong.

The event with the Slime Villain & Bakugo happens & Izuku handles it much the same, if more composed & with reflexes honed by ghost fighting & taijiya work, karate with Mrs. Fenton, & taekwondo/kickboxing. When the Pros get onto him, he's honestly offended & thinks to himself, 'at least I did something, you hypocrites.' He becomes angry, seeing Bakugo get praised for basically causing the problem by shooting off his quirk willynilly. Don't get me wrong, Izuku still feels guilty for being the one to accidentally let the Slime Villain go, but he can't help but judge the double standard here. It's part of why he appreciates Sam getting him to help her with advocating for quirkless & 'villainous/weak' quirks' rights. It helps him to better see & identify these wrongs in society & not just think that it's normal.

All Might asks him to be his successor, but then tells him that he can't tell anyone & this creates a problem for Izuku. While he's suspiciously okay with not telling his mom as he knew that she'd always secretly hoped that he'd give up his dream eventually despite how much she loved him (like, she's a good person & a good mother, but she can't help but want her baby safe), he was decidely not okay with keeping his friends in the dark. They'd supported his dream since the very beginning & he didn't want to betray their trust.

Then, summer comes & Reality Trip occurs. The locations they go to are, instead, Tanegashima, home of the Tanegashima Space Center, for Danny, the Churaumi Aquarium in the Okinawa Prefecture for Dina, Akihabara's just entirety for Tucker, & Tokyo for both Sam & Izuku because of the International Conference of Gothic Fashion & All Might Tower.

However, Izuku was unable to go on the road trip because of his training with All Might, but is unable to tell them that so he just makes up an excuse & feels especially guilty about it afterwards because of what happened. Upon learning that the twins' secret was out & that they & the team were on the run, Izuku left too but is captured by Freakshow.

His previous training & experience as a vigilante does lessen the amount of strain on his body & he's able to finish the beach much quicker than in the show. This allows him more time to acclimate to the power of OFA & he doesn't have to rely entirely on the 60 points he got in canon. But that's getting ahead of ourselves.

After that is over, not long after, Dina starts looking to apply to the Hero Course & she's struggling over whether to apply as Fenton or Phantom until she decides to play it safe as Fenton, but that means that she can't go ghost & has to rely on her quirk & her enhanced human capabilities as well as her mother's training. She can make it out to seem like her quirk mutated so that it allowed her to use her healing energy as kinetic energy & increase her physical attributes as well as woke up a dormant regenerative property. These things are at least related enough that she can get away with saying that they're all the same quirk. Even so, she does very well on villain points & racks up with hero points. So, she gets a really high score.

Tucker applies for the Support Course where he actually gets himself a girlfriend in Hatsume. Sam is in Gen Ed, but is determined to make it into the Hero Course through the Sports Festival just to prove she can.

Eventually, during the rest of summer Phantom's caught by Nezu, who'd been studying him ever since he first appeared, & offers him a full scholarship to U.A.'s Hero Course. The little creature knows who his civilian self is & promises not to tell anyone.

By this point, everyone is aware that the ghosts are real ghosts & heroes in Musutafu are required to have at least 1 piece of anti-ecto equipment made by the Fentons & to have basic hunter training (the sort of hero they are tends to determine what sort of anti-ecto weaponry they get; All Might gets Ghost Gloves, Snipe gets an anti-ecto gun, Midnight gets the Jack-o-Ninetails & Fenton Whiplash, that sort of thing; all have thermoses of their own), but even still Phantom & his team are far & above more effective than the Heroes at it & this causes further strain between Heroes & society. Part of why Nezu opted to try & enroll the other twin was to help smooth over this problem at least a little.

At the same time, most Heroes are unable to do much in regards to the regular yuurei & youkai. They can at least knock most youkai out with their quirks, as ones that don't directly affect the quirk factor work just fine, but trying to contain them without specialized equipment that is specifically made to do so, is a fool's errand.

Nezu eventually convinces Danny to attend partially. He gets his parents to let him take classes online, when he's also gonna be attending U.A. as Phantom because he doesn't want anyone to know he's Fenton. So, his regular classes are online & the ones that pertain to heroics & science are at U.A. This allows Danny to better maintain his grades & still be able to go out & fight ghosts.

Danny then informs Nezu of Izuku's analytical abilities & this immediately piques the principle's interest. He eventually takes Izuku on as a personal student, giving him private lessons to improve his analytics. He adores the boy!

Danny & Dina both pass the entrance exam, Danny with a higher score than Bakugo & this tickles the ghostly twins positively pink. They hate that asshole for all the grief he'd given Izuku as much as Danny hated Dash & Dina hated Paulina. Bakugo also picked on Danny & Dash would occasionally mess with Izuku, however it was well-known in Casper that while Danny was considered Dash's punching bag, Izuku's was Bakugo's. Anyway, Bakugo hates the ghost kid for one-upping him. He especially hates that he was hanging out with Deku.

During the exam, Izuku's battle-honed instincts cause him to react immediately when Mic says go & he uses his new quirk to destroy a few robots before saving Uraraka. This lands him third on the board, right behind Bakugo. This only further pisses the pissy little pomeranian off.

By this point, the Phantoms & their Team are famous & is a hot topic of debate & controversy amongst all walks of life, especially teens. Everyone knows that the twins are ghosts (but not that they're Danny & Dina) so they don't know if they should be held to the same standards as humans & be considered vigilantes or not. As the terms 'hero,' 'villain,' & 'vigilante' are all defined, in law, by the use of quirks in this day & age, but only Dina uses her quirk as Phantom & everyone just assumes that it's a ghost power as the Fentons have proven that ghosts can't have quirks because quirks are bound to the organic body.

The same could be said of the human members of Team Phantom. In fact, many of their fans insist that the humans don't seem to use any quirks & only use equipment. As such, they aren't breaking any laws since the law against vigilanteism has long since been redefined to refer to the illigal use of quirks to perform herowork.

As such, even when Team Phantom does involve themselves in herowork, they can't really be arrested because they haven't broken any laws as far as anyone knows. In all honesty, the ones who complain the loudest tend to be corrupt heroes & cops, people involved with the Commission (because they can't control them), the radical left, the media, the Fenton parents, & the GIW. So, basically no one else.

The Fentons are adamant that the Phantom Pair can't be judged by human standards & are simply menaces & pests, but there's much debate over this.

Danny takes Hagakure's place because they have, essentially, the same power, but Danny has even more. So, she ends up in Class 1-B instead.

Because of Izuku having better control of OFA than in canon, Aizawa doesn't feel the need to target him specifically & so Izu scores higher than Kirishima, but lower than Bakugo, who, again, scores lower than Danny.

During the quirk assessment test, it's discovered that, when Phantom put on the school's exercise uniform, that rings automatically appeared around his waist &, initially he panics thinking that he's turning back to a human in front of his classmates until they all realized that the blue in the uniform had just turned black. This puzzled him & Iida scolded him about the uniform policy, but Danny defended himself, saying that he didn't do it intentionally. He tried to make it turn back, but he couldn't before it was time to leave & meet their sensei outside.

Of course, Aizawa noticed immediately & told him to change back, but Danny informed him that it happened automatically upon putting on the gym uniform & he'd been trying to change it back since then. This interested most of the class, especially Izuku, who figured that they should look into this new aspect of Danny's powers later when they had time. He especially wondered why it didn't do the same when he put on the school uniform.

Upon experimenting with this, they discovered that the same happened with Dina & that it only happened when the outfit didn't conform with their ghost form's color scheme & that whatever was determining this must've thought that the school uniform was close enough that it only changed minor details like the color of the tie & the buttons.

This moved on to Team Phantom trying to figure out how to permanently change the twins' costumes for upgraded suits. It was eventually discovered that the Phantoms' suits were part of their ghostly auras. This aura connects the suit to the Phantoms themselves & not only gives the clothes regenerative properties, but even if they're cut off of them, should they transform back into Phantom later, the old suits will disappear & reappear back on them again, good as new.

Also, if they focused on it while holding their new suit, they can shift their aura from their old suit to their new one. This results in the old suits' colors reversing & becoming a normal hazmat again (though, the original suits become fried to a crisp & gives the Team momentary PTSD as they remembered what did that), while the new one takes on Phantom's color scheme & gains the old suits' ghostly properties. Izuku & Dina both find it very interesting.

Either way, Aizawa has to let the matter go. If Phantom can't control it then what can he do?

Anyway, during the USJ, Danny learns that Shigiraki's quirk only works between 25-50% as well on him in ghost form. The reason turns out to be because, in ghost form, a hanyuu's cells are constructed from ectoplasm which works as an alternative to matter. Shigiraki's quirk only works on matter.

So, while it's not as effective on halfas/hanyuu, Danny & Dina have to be careful because it eats away at their human halves while leaving their ghost half in-tact. For whatever reason, their ghostly healing doesn't work as well on areas affected by Shigi's quirk & they're forced to heal at a somewhat regular speed.

Later, the grape shit is transfered out of class for repeated sexual harassment offenses because Danny & Dina make a point to report every offense that they witness & after the Sports Festival, Sam is transferred in to take his place because she got farther than Shinso.

Sam & Shinso become good friends & they end up dating for a while before the Gregor thing. It doesn't last, but they enjoy themselves & it ends amiably between them.

Izuku takes Ochako's words from the beginning of the year to heart & uses "Dekiru" instead of Deku for his hero name.

Neither Danny nor Dina is there for the Stain events, because Danny is working with Ectoplasm to learn how to duplicate because it turns out that Ectoplasm's quirk actually works via ectoplasm, making him ecto-liminal. However, this means that Ectoplasm is practically the only Pro able to do anything about the Eku-Yuurei in the beginning.

As a result, Jack & Maddie are initially suspicious of him for it & demands that he submit to rigorous testing to prove that he really is just a human with an ectoplasm-based quirk rather than a Ghost impersonating a hero or being possessed by one. They also demand to be there for it to make sure there is no ghostly tomfoolery involved & as the people with the most knowledge of Ghosts, they are allowed.

At the same time, because Ectoplasm really is just a human with a ghostly quirk, all tests show this & while it took a while for Jack & Maddie to come to terms with the idea that there are instances where organic matter can interact with ectoplasm without the organic matter breaking down, this means that they aren't as skeptical of the kids having ghost powers once Doctor's Disorders comes around.

Jack is the one who comes around quickest, siting that it opens up so many new possibilities. However, they keep a wary eye on Ectoplasm as they aren't sure if this means that he'll eventually become an obsessive evil monster like other Ghosts. This also interests Izuku & Quirk Researchers as it suggests that quirks can interact with things previously considered myth.

It brings into question whether Ryukyu's transformation quirk is just turning her into something that merely looks like a dragon or if it turns her into an actual dragon. Which, if the former, would indicate that dragons are real!

It turns out that her actual quirk performed something like draconic atavisim on her, turning her into a draconid because she had a dragon ancestor. Learning this, she tries to learn more about this aspect of herself & learns that she has something like aerokinesis & her scales can reflect ectoplasm, giving her some form of defense against Eku-Yuurei.

Despite this, Ectoplasm actually works closely with the Fentons to learn as much as he can about his situation & how best to fight these Eku-Yuurei.

On the other hand, Dina is interning with Recovery Girl & is looking into becoming a Rescue Hero. Because she initially starts off hiding the fact that she's a Phantom, she has to rely on her quirk & physical abilities in order to help out.

Sam, Tucker, Jazz, & Izuku are all ecto-liminal to a degree, Jazz far & above more so than the others, but it doesn't start showing itself until later.

The class does eventually learn about Danny's identity, but not until, like, after they all move into the dorms. As soon as that happens, Dina reveals herself too. Bakugo has a bit of a fit over not only Deku hiding his quirk & mocking him behind his back all those years, but also the twins.

However, that sets both of them off. Dina informs the asshole that not only did they only get their powers a couple years ago, they weren't even a quirk. They're ghost powers that they only got when she & her brother died & were ripped back to life. Danny shows the jerk the massive lichtenberg scars that start from the palm of his hand, goes up his arm before finally ending over his heart. So, Bakugo could fuck the hell off!

A week after the USJ & before the Sports Festival, Dina begins dating Iida for a few years. Which means that Iida gets pretty stressed out when Dina just up & decides to use her quirk on people with particularly severe injuries.

After a very serious talk about this after a near fatal use of her quirk, Dina stops just using it on such severe cases & begins to go through a process where she uses her ghostly healing powers 1st until it's much less severe & has medical assistance on standby before she uses it. This helps to alleviate some of Iida's stress as he knows that he can't stop her from trying to help those in need. She's a hero-in-training afterall.

In case none of you know, this will also be DFO.

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Instead of moving to Musutafu to become mayor, Vlad just moves there to set up a new branch of his business & uses that as an excuse to keep messing with his little badger & kitten, as well as their little friends.

While Danny is a fan of Thirteen, he isn't as big of one as Uraraka simply because Thirteen, despite being a space-themed Hero is just a Rescue Hero. As such, they don't actually work with JAXA. Like, they support the program, but aren't really trained as an astronaut or astrophysicist or aerospace engineer or anything like that.

If Danny has to be a Pro Hero, he's determined to instead actually work with the Space Program.

Danny, due to his experience helping his parents out around the lab, has a lot of experience with their tech & has quite a natural talent for engineering. This eventually comes to Power Loader's attention & he asks if the kid would be willing to transfer classes, but Danny turns him down. Despite the fact that doing so would give him a leg up on other applicants trying for the Space Program later, Danny feels like he has a responsibility to keep to heroics. Power Loader says that he can dual major later if he gets his grades up. Power Loader himself is a Support Hero after all. If nothing else, Danny should at least consider joining the Support Club as it will also give him credit towards engineering which can be applied to a space-oriented career. The teenage ghost boy said he'd think about it.

Dina, on the other hand, is a major fan of Gang Orca & Selkie.

Many of the teachers recommend several different types of hero work to Danny & Dina, from rescue to underground, because of just how versatile their powers are.

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Dina actually goes through a series of extreme medical complications starting from the Stain incident & ending after the Overhaul arc.

While she wasn't there for the Stain arc, she was there just after. Seeing how much it hurt Iida to see his brother like that, she offered to try & heal him. While she didn't guarantee that it would work, she at least thought it was a good idea to try.

So excited was Iida that he entirely forgot about the other aspect of her Quirk. Specifically that it was Injury Exchange. It worked, but both Iidas were shocked & terrified when she couldn't get up from the seat she very specifically took before performing the process.

In the end, Iida is extremely grateful, but insanely worried for her health. Luckily, she reminds him that her quirk also has a regeneration aspect to it, which calms both Iidas down somewhat. Iida becomes flustered & lectures her about recklessness. To which Dina replies that recklessness implies that one didn't think things through. To the contrary, she thought quite a lot about the choice, weighing the pros & cons. It's simply that she came to the conclusion that it was worth more to help a hero back onto his feet when she, herself, would recover from those same injuries just fine with a little aid.

Needless to say, Iida was a little blindsided by this explanation & blushed, chastised.

After Kimino Ward, Dina uses her quirk on All Might, surprising & horrifying him as she falls to her knees coughing up blood.

She's rushed to the emergency room.

Toshinori is eternally grateful, but begs her to never do such a thing again. That she shouldn't have done so to begin with. To which, she responds by saying that he spent his whole life giving up everything for society. The least he deserves is to be able to live the rest of his life healthy.

To this, Toshinori is stunned.

As a result of this, she's out of commission for a while until she recovers from losing a lung & her stomach.

When she later hears about Nighteye, she stumbles to his room & does the same, nearly dying again right there, but saving his life.

This is the incident that leads to Iida & her having a serious talk & Dina taking more safe measures when using her quirk on severe injuries.

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𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 (𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖝 𝕱𝖊𝖒𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

Title: Worship

Pairing: Chrollo x Femreader

Warnings: Smut, minors DNI, 18+, explicit content

Word Count: 3116 (I promise it is worth it. Oh god is it worth it)

Note: This is from my cross-published fanfic called Hunter University! It is available if you click here on Wattpad and AO3. My fanfic is x OC, but I upload x Reader versions of some chapters here on Tumblr. In short, it is a dark academia college AU with Chrollo as the main love interest.

Background: You are an artist in college and Chrollo is your fellow classmate. You just returned from a night out at a ball, drunk. Chrollo appeared at the door to your dorm room as he promised he would after you danced with one another at the ball.

Chrollo was surprised you looked so intact. He was sure you would come waddling to the door in pajamas as you did the last time he visited your room. Although it had been an hour since the ball ended, your makeup hadn't smudged a bit. Sure, it was faded, and your hair was significantly messier, but overall you looked as remarkable as you did at the start of the ball.

Your tired eyes widened with surprise at the sight of him. He was just as unimpaired as you were. Though now he was missing his suit jacket. His hair had become slightly disheveled, losing its styled waves. He still had on those signature silver rings and little cross earrings.

You attempt to soak in his sight with your intoxicated brain. He looked even more captivating in this particular state.

“Hi…” was all you could utter.

“Can I come in?”

You realized he was waiting for your permission. He didn’t need it.

You stepped aside to let him in and shut the door. Your room was the same as the last time he saw it, with your drawings hung on the walls and lights strung above the desk. Their small bulbs reflected against the night-stained window.

Upon shutting the door, the tension noticeably rose. It was dark in the small space and you were alone. Chrollo took his black dress shoes off near the door, placing them neatly side by side.

So he plans on staying. You tried to hide a smile. The hour of his visit was surely suspicious. There could be only one thing on his mind.

"So what're you doing here?" you spoke nonchalantly, acting like you didn't just fantasize about what could happen in the next few minutes.

Chrollo opened and shut his mouth, his response escaping him. He turned back to you and used his eyes to convey a craving far deeper than any words could admit.

"I said I would come to find you, didn't I?" He said lowly.

He had begun to walk around the room, absentmindedly stopping at a piece of art from time to time. You were too tired to care. The collection included nature scenes, portraits of people he didn't recognize, anatomy studies, and...

He paused, noticing a drawing on the wall behind the place where the door would otherwise be covering.

It was a full-body anatomy study of yourself. To be specific, it would fit further in the category of a glorified nude. It was on a miniature piece of parchment sketched in charcoal. It was obviously you: the woman had your (hair color) hair and distinct mouth and nose. The paper was hardly noticeable amongst the scatter of papers. You wouldn't see it unless you had a careful eye such as that of Chrollo.

You hardly noticed when he reached the particular spot on your wall. Your tiredness had waned significantly with Chrollo's entrance, but it still fogged your mind.

Additionally, you had long forgotten about your secret behind-the-door location for your drawings that were not meant to be seen by a single soul.

Chrollo attempted to hide a mysterious smile. He turned to you, “You draw wonderfully.”

“Thanks?” you reply, with more question in your tone than you hoped to show.

The heat in the room shot through the roof. You were sure if you checked the temperature it would be well above its normal chilly state. Perhaps it was the heat in your cheeks that was causing such a change.

“So…” he began.

“So,” you replied, trying to avoid eye contact. Please, just let it happen already.

You thought you had a good idea of why he had come to your room at one o'clock in the morning after a night of drinking and questionably close dancing. You couldn't be certain, though, because that was just how he was: unpredictable and exceedingly complicated.

You didn’t think him so complicated as to not be able to admit why he was at your room, though.

You waited as he thought about what to say next. This is taking too damn long.

Luckily, you prepared an excuse. You never failed to come ready for something you could expect. And this, the direction in which your encounter is headed, is inevitable. You had been rehearsing the line in your head for the duration of their conversation like reviewing terms for a test.

This was the only way to test if your assumptions are correct.

Blame it on the champagne if I am wrong. But I really hope I'm right.

You look directly at him. Time to be daring.

You took a breath and did your best to look directly at him, "Well, I actually do need some help. You see, this dress is quite difficult to take off by myself..."

Walking towards him, you place a hand at the hem of your dress. Your delicate fingers wrap around its lacy fabric.

Chrollo looked amused. He sizes you up, looking from your hand holding the hem of your dress to your unfazed expression. Unfazed, yet your cheeks were slowly turning a shade of scarlet. Nice try, Chrollo thought.

He gestured, "Turn around."

You obeyed. You desired something far more than the unzipping of your dress, but you were not presumptuous enough to say it. The expression on Chrollo's face told you that he was hoping for the same thing. He hid many emotions well, but being turned on wasn't one of them.

Chrollo brushed your hair away from the zipper, delicately placing it over your shoulder. His fingers purposefully grazed your back as he did this, causing your breath to hitch slightly.

His hands moved to the zipper, carefully pulling it down. It went past the clasp of your bra to your lower back. There was complete silence. Both of you were still. Are we still hesitating?

Chrollo was the first to move. He pulled you close to him so that your back was touching him. His left arm wrapped across your chest possessively, holding you in a tight embrace. With his other hand, he brushed your hair back from your ear. He smelt of sweet alcohol. Clearly, he was slightly drunk as well, for the next words he said couldn't be uttered by a sober man.

His whispered breath tickled your neck, husky with the threat of sleep, "I want you so bad right now."

You tensed with a sudden surge of desire. Your impression had been right. He let his strong arm remain around you, patiently waiting for a response.

You choked out your reply, "The feelings' mutual."

Under his touch, your streak of audacity from earlier dissolved into compliance. You suddenly wanted nothing more than to submit to his words.

With complete control, Chrollo took your shoulder and turned you around. Your dress was now loose on your shoulders. He placed his hands around your hips firmly. He looked at you under his thick eyelashes and slowly leaned in. The pressure was growing to an unbearable level, but he still wouldn't go all the way.

Then his lips crashed against yours with the force of weeks of pent-up desire. This kiss didn't speak of courtesy, of patience. This was raw passion. It was furious and messy. you preferred this to sensitive steps around the intensity they both craved.

"You must still be drunk," you said playfully as you both pulled away to catch your breath. You held your hand to Chrollo's chest. His heart was beating surprisingly fast.

"If I'm drunk, then what are you?" Chrollo said with a lazy smirk.

"I'm drunk as well."

Chrollo threaded his hands through your hair, pulling the long strands through his fingers. He pulled you in close again with his hand at the back of your head.

You opened your mouth to allow for Chrollo's tongue to slip in. He lessened the intensity and slowly moved his tongue against your own tongue and lips. You couldn't help but let out soft moans that made Chrollo weak at the knees.

He pushed you against the wall to deepen your kiss. Drawings fluttered down, becoming detached with the sudden movement. Including that drawing.

Chrollo pulled away, much to your shock. You were left panting with reddened cheeks. Please don't let this end now.

He displayed a shit-eating grin. Even with his ego, in the current moment, his expression made you melt. His face was inches from yours, looking down into your (eye color) eyes.

He shifted his gaze down to the floor and said, "Nice drawing you have there."

You finally noticed what he had been so smug about. Shit. Your face flushed ten different shades of scarlet.

Chrollo leaned in as he did before and murmured in your ear, "I wish I could see the real thing."

You failed to not show your excitement. The way your eyes lit up exposed you. "I can arrange that."

At that, Chrollo leaned in again, this time moving to your neck. His lips fluttered down your throat to your collarbone. You leaned your head back and tried to control your uneven breath.

His lips reached the edge of the neckline on your dress. He raised his eyes to meet yours, asking for permission to go further.

You let out a breathy, "Yes. Please."

What you wanted to say was, Please, take me now.

It could be too soon for him. But based on how this was going, you expected it was leading to something more. Whatever that was, you wished you could know right now. The growing tension between your thighs began to ache.

Chrollo slipped his hand across your skin to the hemline of your dress, moving it completely off of your shoulder and down your arms. Your black see-through bra was now in full view. Your nipples grew hard at the sudden exposure.

At least I went with my fancy bra. You suddenly grew very shy. The last time you went even this far was years ago.

He evidently liked the lingerie for his hands immediately traveled to your breast to caress it as he continued to kiss you.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against your neck. Your heart fluttered at his words.

Chrollo then moved his lips progressively further down as he slipped your dress off of your body. Soon your underwear came into view, then your feet. He helped your step out of the dress.

"Your turn," you said, unbuttoning his shirt. All the while he continued to distractingly leave lazy kisses upon your face, one on your forehead, your cheek, your lips.

After an agonizingly long time, you pulled off his shirt. Fuck.

You knew he would be defined. But him, this boy standing in front of you, resembled more of a greek statue than an actual human. It looked like his body had been sculpted by the finest stone on earth. He had a six-pack, defined pectoral muscles, and prominent collarbones. His biceps flexed as he leaned his hand against the wall, bracing himself. It was you who needed to brace yourself. Your breath hitched again at the sight of him.

You ran a hand up his firm body as you planted your lips upon his once again. This time Chrollo put his hands beneath your thighs, his fingers pressing into your soft skin. He picked you up easily.

You wrapped your legs around him as he brought you to the bed, kissing him all the while.

He dropped you down gently, releasing his grip off of your thighs. You took this time to look up at him and admire the beauty of his aroused state. He had a dangerous and wild look, with tousled hair and a constant smile playing at his lips. His heavy-lidded eyes were lazily focused upon you.

You continued to make out on the bed, its white silk sheets creating an angelic halo around you. Chrollo couldn't stand looking at you like this, underneath him. It was far too much power for one man to hold.

You reached to your back to undo the clasp of your bra. You threw it to the ground. Chrollo immediately began to touch your naked tits in a way that made you want to dissolve. He moved in circles around your nipples first, watching as they grew harder under his expert touch. Then he moved his mouth to the sensitive area, playing with you and biting slightly. You audibly moaned at the gesture. Damn the neighbors.

Chrollo sensed your desire to take it further. He looked up, grey eyes filled with lust, "Y/n...let me pleasure you."

It wasn't the suggestion you were expecting, but you were satisfied nonetheless. You didn't care about anything in the world besides what he could do to you at this moment, whatever it may be.

"If you say my name like that you can do anything you want to me," you said breathily. It was exactly what he needed to hear.

Chrollo smirked and moved to take off your soaking underwear. Under his pants, his dick grew visibly harder. He threw the underwear onto the floor.

Gently placing his finger at your throbbing core, he began to stroke. Upon receiving his touch your back arched involuntarily. You were beyond eager.

"Fuck... Chrollo..."

This served as encouragement for him to insert his finger deeper into you, curling it slightly. It hit your g-spot repeatedly, eliciting ungodly sounds from you.

As he was doing this, he slowly positioned himself on top of you, grabbing onto the bed frame with his spare hand. He just wanted to look at your face as you opened your mouth in delight.

He inserted one more finger which caused your arousal to heighten. God, he really knows how to do this.

Just as you felt the heat in your core escalating, he slid his finger out. You whimpered in protest.

Chrollo looked down at you with a wicked smile. "Beg for it."

Oh fuck.

You gladly would. It was more your instincts speaking than any coherent thought.

"Please... Chrollo..." you said between breaths.

You wanted to not only plead for him, you wanted to worship him.

"More."

This is what you had been missing out on all those weeks. And oh god, did you eat it up.

"FUCK please do that again," you exclaimed.

It was enough to convince him. Chrollo moved his face towards your slickened pussy.

Is he about to...

He pushed his hair back out of his face with his clean hand, his forehead tattoo revealed. For only a second, he raised his eyes to gaze into yours. You fell for him all over again at that simple glance.

Then he entered you. His tongue made you want to weep. He devoured your insides, soaking up the salty juices. You couldn't help but hold his head, pulling it closer to your body. You ran your hand through his soft black hair. There was so much heat between them that you were both perspiring.

You began to shudder." I'm going to... oh... fuck," you gasped.

You felt the sweet release of cum spread below you onto the sheets and Chrollo himself. You felt self-conscious for a moment. That is until Chrollo began to lick up your juices. He ran his tongue up your soft thighs.

"You taste so fucking good, darling."

Chrollo looked at you like he had fallen all over again as well. You grinned back at him. Your cheeks grew even redder, if possible. Your heart screamed to continue but you were too physically exhausted to move. Still, wouldn't Chrollo want his turn?

You laid there, naked and panting on the silk sheets. Chrollo flopped next to you, unaffected beside his flushed cheeks and a wide grin.

The lights were still low in the little room. Looking out the window, you saw that the sun had yet to rise. This was a positive fact because the only thing you needed to do now was to sleep. And preferably, cuddling with the boy next to you. You hoped he would stay. It was more than hope, really. Your body couldn't spend any more time away from him after that.

Damn. He was good. He was really, really fucking good.

He knew his way with words, to begin with. He said exactly what needed to be said to escalate your arousal. You wanted to worship those fingers, the way he so expertly felt around you like he had memorized a map. And his tongue was even more worthy of revere.

You flipped over to your elbows. Your breasts brushed against the bedding, noticeably making Chrollo gulp. You boldly reached to touch the front of his pants.

"You don't want a turn?" you smirked.

"This was more than enough for me."

He stared into your eyes as if he was calculating a complex math problem rather than looking at the person who just received the best head of their life.

You yawned, despite yourself. Your body ached with all the action of the night.

"Go to bed, sweetheart. I'll be here."

Those were the last words you heard before your eyes drifted shut. Exhaustion stilled your naked body. Chrollo reached over you to turn off the bedside lamp.

He wasn't nearly as tired. He could've gone for a couple more rounds, perhaps take it a step further if you so desired. But he knew you needed the sleep. Most of your makeup had rubbed off, displaying the dark circles under your eyes.

He slipped off his pants and threw them onto the floor with the rest of the clothes. He found the soft sheets and pulled them across you and himself. The bed was small but cozy. His strong chest was flush against your back.

Your (hair color) hair smelt of a summer day, like sunlight and wildflowers. He took this opportunity to feel up the rest of your glorious body. He ran his hand lightly from your shoulder to your hips, to your thighs. All of it was angelic to him.

He moved you closer with his arm, protectively wrapping it across your front. Somehow holding you like this felt far more intimate than any sexual activity. The way the moonlight graced your skin was majestic.

How had he fallen so hard, so fast? It was unlike him to act with such recklessness.

Through it all, he still had his mind. you had no way to tell the extent of his feelings. He made sure of this. His libido could act one way, that was clear from tonight. But he was an expert at controlling his outward emotions. You would never know. If you did, it would be over for him. All the planning will be for naught.

He closed his eyes before he could fall upon any more worries. He had already pondered the issue for many sleepless nights.

He fell into a dreamless slumber with you safe in his arms. You both slept soundly until the sun peeked through the window.

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