#i tried to give him some scars but i suck at colouring. like i literally colour it on mu puter's touchpad. not even a mouse

[eight-pointed-star]

maidros

[babysizedfics]

janus trying to get child virgil to socialize and it ending in bullying

tw: angst, bullying (not violent) between children, ableism against an (undiagnosed) autistic child

janus always knew that it was healthy to get a child to socialize with other children especially since virgil was not enrolled in education in the mindscape, janus homeschooled him. so when virgil was 6 yrs old he started taking him to a playgroup at weekends (virgil was still mostly mute but occassionally said single words if he needed something like "hungry" or "sleep" or "change")

and janus stayed during the playtime for the first two or three weeks so that virgil got used to the nanny and the environment. janus informed her that virgil was still in diapers and she did look down on that a little and told janus he should get him potty trained ASAP but janus was trying his best.

but for all that time virgil refused to go and play with the other children and just clung to janus, so eventually janus was like okay Virgil, janus is going to go outside for a while then i'll be right back, dont worry this nice lady will look after you - and leaves virgil there for the hour, trying to encourage him to get used to being separated from janus

then when he comes to collect him virgil immediately runs back to him and clings so hard and janus is worried. he asks the nanny how was he did he throw any tantrums did he ask for me and she says he was fine, he did cry a bit at the beginning but then some older kids helped him feel beter - and janus is like oh!! thats amazing thank you!!

and as he carries virgil home virgil is completely silent but janus is like did you have fun? was it nice to play with the older kids? i bet you had lots of fun! and virgil would just cling to him and janus assumed he was shy from interacting with people

so that happened a couple more times, janus left virgil there and virgil wouldnt speak but he wouldnt cry and cling to janus or anything either, so he assumed it was just shyness - there was one time his white hair had clumps of various colours of paint in it and the nanny and janus chuckled over him having an artistic streak

until one day when he comes back a little earlier to pick virgil up just because they had to get to the store before it shut or something - so he shows up early and all the kids are running around playing with toys and stuff, and he spots virgil with a group of three older boys and he starts to smile - until he notices virgil sucking his thumb, which is mainly a sleepy or a nervous habit

so he frowns and steps into the nursery closer trying to swerve around giggling kids and toddlers running around, and he starts to hear the boys

"he wont do that hes only a baby" "no he's not, he's like 4!" "yeah but i seen he always wears a diaper!" *giggles* "i bet he wont do it!" "yeah he will, he will!" "go on tell him to do it!"

and little virgil is just curled into himself and sucking his thumb and looking at their feet because he doesnt like looking at peoples eyes.

and one of the boys says "hey, you gotta eat this!" and holds out a piece of modelling clay and janus' heart races in the few seconds it takes for virgil to start whimpering and step back and another boy quickly pull him closer and insist "the nany said you have to or you'll be in trouble! don't you wanna be good for your weird daddy?" and hear the other boys laughing as virgil sniffles and pulls his thumb out of his mouth ready to reach for the clay

janus RUSHES in and scoops virgil into his arms and coos "no virgil, no no shh you dont need to do that, darling" and virgil immediately starts to cry into his shoulder and clings tight, and literally all janus has to do is look at the little boys - with his pierced lip and his snake tattoo and his scarred face - and the boys run away.

and janus FURIOUSLY storms over to where the nanny was helping a little girl brush a dolls hair and demand to know why she didnt notice those boys trying to force his child to eat clay - and shes pretty flippant like ohh no those boys have always been well behaved, im sure they werent forcing virgil to do anything,

but janus insists and yells that his child was being manipulated by thise boys and she did nothing to stop it and she argues that maybe virgil was just a little confused and wanted to eat the clay - janus is incredulous "are you saying my child is stupid??" "no no not stupid. perhaps special?" she suggests quite condescendingly - and janus looks enraged but the nanny insists that he please leave in case he scare the children. he hisses "gladly." they never go back

janus never learns what the boys did to virgil/made him do in the previous sessions - virgil doesnt have the comminicative capacity to tell him - but he can obviously make an educated guess that the paint in virgils hair that one time probably wasnt his choice

and after that janus never tried to take virgil to that playgroup again. they tried some others over the years, maybe another couple, but they ended similarly, with virgil being picked on - mostly for his albinism or for not being able to speak or basically anything the other kids saw as different.

a few years later he took virgil to an older boys club - the club was maybe like a wilderness thing, where they learn to tie knots and use a compass and stuff - it was when he was about 11 years old and could finally speak in full sentences, so janus thought virgil being able to talk to the other kids would finally give him an opportunity to make some friends. though janus didnt yet realise that virgil was selectively mute, and still couldnt speak with strangers

so when janus picked him up from the first session, he found virgil shaking and tearful standing outside of the club with a big wet patch on his pants and a group of the other boys all sniggering and pointing and whispering a few feet away from him. virgil had gone mute at the club, which became an issue when he needed the bathroom but couldnt ask the club leader where it was or if he could go, and led to a very upsetting and humiliating accident in front of all the other boys.

at that point janus knew he wouldnt be bringing virgil back to that club either, and they basically gave up on getting virgil to socialize with kids his age since it kept ending in virgil being bullied for his differences

...

nowadays i think only janus and virgil (and eventually virgils therapist, dr picani) know about these incidents, janus would never tell anyone else abt them and virgil wouldnt want to relive them by telling his family. so janus is really the only one who realises that virgil being so affected by the cyberbullying he experienced in the past couple of years wasnt just about the cyberbullying, but it probably resurfaced old traumatic memories too

[90slevi]

Butterflies {Draco Malfoy x Reader} - Pt.2

Wandering down the corridors with nobody in sight was certainly scary. Although it wasn't night-time and you broke the rules often, there was nothing to say you couldn't be ambushed by Filch and Mrs Norris or, even worse, a magical creature that'd broke into the school (which unfortunately happened on multiple occasions). And, worse than all that was Umbridge would know for a fact you were missing, and you'd be given detention immediately. Glancing at your already-scarred hand, you didn't fancy going to another one of her hellish torture clubs.

You'd just have to say you were vomiting in the school toilets. If there was one thing Umbridge didn't like, it was vomit, and there was no way she could prove it, either. Most Slytherins were either the subjects of pranks (by mainly Gryffindors like the Weasley Twins) or dishing out the pranks, so it was highly unlikely you wouldn't be believed.

Almost as soon as you heard footsteps, you ducked into an empty classroom, hiding behind the closing door and holding your breath. It was one of the many Transfiguration classrooms, and there was nobody in there - except for Peeves, who was pushing over books to presumably piss off Mrs McGonagall.

Although it was unlikely that Peeves, of all people, was going to snitch on you, you didn't fancy your chances of being caught and just wanted to find Draco as soon as possible. Or go to the bathrooms to hide it out until class was over. Once the footsteps passed the door, you peered out, watching the creepy Mr Filch walk past with Mrs Norris at his feet as they disappeared around a corner. Sighing with relief, you tiptoed out of the classroom, carefully closed the door, and ran down the corridor to wherever you were going.

Soon, the stairs to the dungeons (and the Slytherin Common Room) appeared, and extremely relieved, you wandered down. There wasn't supposed to be anyone around, since everybody was supposed to be in class, but you were still on high alert with your hand discreetly tucked underneath your cloak and gripped around your wand.

"Y/n," you heard a voice say from behind, and your heart stopped for a split second before realising who it was.

"God, you scared the Hell out of me!" you exclaimed with a laugh, turning around to see Draco at the bottom of the stairs with a smug smile on his face and his arms crossed over his chest.

"My bad," he shrugged, glancing back up the stairs to make sure you hadn't been followed. "That Potter hasn't trailed you, has he?"

"Not that I know of," you chuckled, glancing up too just to make sure. "If so, he'd have been caught by Filch by now."

"That creepy squib threatened me," Draco said in disgust, rolling his eyes with a slightly wrinkled nose. "The bastard."

"Yeah, he almost caught me too," you grimaced, with as much dislike towards Filch as the blonde was. It wasn't because he was a squib; you didn't really care about blood-status and being muggle-born and all that. He was just... creepy. "I hid in an empty classroom. I think Mrs McGonagall is gonna kill Peeves when she sees the mess he's made."

"That little shit threw a book at my head once," Draco grumbled, slumping down the wall as he sat at the bottom of the wall, not wanting to go inside the Common Room in fear of being caught by Snape or another teacher. You sat in front of him, crossing your legs and hoping the floor wasn't too dirty. "If he wasn't a ghost, he'd never see the light of day again."

"I mean, you did insult the Weasleys," you grinned, amused at Draco's distain towards everybody. "And you know Peeves is pretty good friends with Fred and George."

"I have no idea what you see in those Blood-Traitors," he muttered in response.

He was referring to your friendship with Fred and George, whom you'd become good friends with in your first year after helping them pull pranks on their youngest brother and Snape. Of course, it was incredibly strange for a Slytherin to be friends with Gryffindor students, but you didn't really care for the norms. Due to being a half-blood witch (your mother being a muggle and your father being a pure-blood), you found blood-supremacy to be completely ridiculous and as long as you got along with somebody, you didn't care at all about what they were. This made it incredibly surprising that you were put in Slytherin, but hey.

Draco wasn't the most pleased to find out one of his best friends was a half-blood, as you hadn't brought it up in front of him and he'd found out on his own in May of your second year. But, since you were already good friends at that point, he tried to brush it aside (he didn't speak much to you until your third year, but by then he'd at least matured a tiny bit and befriended you again).

Although... your prank on Snape wasn't exactly the best idea, because he hasn't liked you since.

"They're really cool, Draco!" you exclaimed, giving up on trying to convince the blonde that the Weasleys were genuinely nice people. It caused enough arguments, anyway. "You need to give people a chance, y'know? Although, I doubt they'd be willing to give you one..."

"Whatever, I don't care," he shrugged, looking away and at the stone wall that entered into the Slytherin Common Rooms. You pouted, unsure how to continue the conversation but not wanting it to go silent in fear of an awkward tension appearing in the air.

"So, why did you want to meet me here at dinner?" you asked, cocking your head and scratching the back of your head. "And why did you skip Defence Against the Dark Arts? I thought you liked that class."

"With Umbridge in charge, it's boring," Draco sighed, dreading another lesson of just sitting there and flipping through pages of a textbook. Not only was that woman abusive, but she was a terrible professor with no idea of how to teach a class. "I want to learn how to blast Potter out of the building, not read about who created what spell."

"Ah, so even you dislike her," you replied, and his lip curled. "She's absolutely horrific."

"At first, she wasn't too bad," he muttered, and you knew he was trying his best not to admit how bad she was. Mainly because he was one of the few Slytherins trying to find other students breaking her rules. "But then I saw some of her punishments and it made me feel pretty uncomfortable."

He glanced down at your hand. The white lines of scarring were still extremely visible, and although the words had blurred together to just create more of a blob, it was still clear you'd endured something nasty.

"Just wait until you're the victim of it," you laughed softly, tracing the back of your hand with your finger. "It sucked."

Draco took your hand in his and examined it, his eyebrows furrowed. "I can't believe she did that to you."

It was surprising that he was being sympathetic. Whenever you injured yourself, he laughed and teased you. Usually, you never got into serious accidents and were able to laugh it off too, Draco even making fun of you when you fell down the stairs once and broke your elbow. Although, he only did that AFTER he'd taken you to the infirmary, almost too stunned to move at first and only helping when Lucy was freaking the hell out.

"Did it... hurt?" he asked, and you raised your eyebrows at him.

"Of course it did, dumbass," you chuckled, taking your hand away and putting it in your lap, the sleeves of your robes covering it back up. "Lucy didn't suffer as badly, so hers hasn't scarred, but I had about a hundred or so lines to do. I literally had to grab dinner right after in fear of passing out."

"It's surprising you ended up in that position. She was a Slytherin too," Draco stated, and you nodded. "Although... you did curse at her."

"She's a bitch, what did you expect?" you grinned, and he almost snorted. "Fred and George have done worse, though!"

"Potter also got that same punishment," he added, and you cocked your head, wondering how he knew that. "I overheard Weaselbee and Granger talking about it. I would've laughed if I hadn't remembered you'd got the same thing done to you."

"Yeah, like I said, it's not fun," you sighed, knowing for a fact that Draco would never receive any of the punishments you'd get. Due to his high blood-status and his father's position of power (plus Umbridge's obvious bias towards him), there was no way in hell he'd get abused by her. The most he'd get is a slight slap on the wrist, and it frustrated you to the maximum. You'd also overheard the teacher-in-pink's utter dislike to 'half-breeds', including half-bloods such as yourself. "Anyway, you didn't answer my first question. Why did you want to talk to me at dinner?"

"Ah, yeah," he muttered, much quieter than he'd just been talking and a hint of colour appearing in his very pale expression. You cocked your head with your eyebrows furrowed, wondering why the hell he'd suddenly become so timid. "That."

"What's wrong?" you asked, reaching your hand out and putting it on his knee. Clearly something was on his mind, and surprisingly, he didn't swat you away this time. Instead, he placed his hand on top of yours, and he cleared his throat. "Draco?"

"You know how I asked you to the Yule Ball last year?" he asked, and you nodded, beginning to feel a bundle of butterflies appear in your stomach at the thought. You'd worn a stunning blue dress that made you look and feel like a fairy, and Draco had absolutely adored it, talking about how good his date looked for weeks on after (he hadn't planned for you to find out about it though). "Well... there was a reason for that."

"Well, I'd hope there was," you chuckled, and a small smile appeared on his face. "I was hoping you hadn't just gone 'Eh, got nobody to go with, gonna go with Y/n as a last resort'."

"Yeah, that wasn't what was going through my mind," Draco answered, unable to hide his smile from your comment. It was nice to know he found you funny and didn't just raise his eyebrows in distaste. "Look, I'm not exactly... the best at things like this but..."

He took a deep breath, looking up at you with as much confidence as he could muster and trying to maintain eye-contact (which really wasn't going well).

"Y/n, I really like you," he said, scratching the back of his neck and looking back at the ground. For someone who claimed to be so confident and acted like he was all that, he certainly wasn't. Which, of course, you didn't mind. You were glad he wasn't as cocky as he made himself to be. "Y'know, really, really like you. You're funny, cool, easy to get along with and pretty, and you're not a weirdo, which is a bonus."

You were stunned. You'd known for a while that a rumour of Draco liking you was going around, but you'd never believed it, and for him to just confess to you, just like that, was shocking. And it wasn't that you were angry with no feelings back. In fact, ever since the third year, you'd gathered feelings for him. Although small at the time, knowing Pansy absolutely adored him, they'd managed to grow a lot more, especially when he asked you to the Yule Ball.

"F-for how long?" you stammered, unable to keep your composure as your own face went almost as red as a tomato. You would've been more embarrassed if it wasn't for his last comment, which almost made you laugh.

"I dunno, maybe two years now?" he said, raising his eyebrows. "I didn't really mean to. It just happened, y'know."

"What would your father say if you were dating a half-blood?" you asked, half-joking yet half-serious. You knew Draco wasn't the biggest fan of those who weren't pure-blood, and you dreaded what his father would think about you being... well, who you were. "Would he even let you?"

Draco shrugged, a shimmer of hope in his eyes as he realised something. "Wait, we can think about that at a later date. I just need to know, do you like me too? Or, at least, what do you think of me?"

"I like you too," you mumbled, a mix of sudden shyness (that really wasn't like you) and enthusiasm in your voice. "Since our third year. I thought... you liked Pansy, though."

A wide, confident smile appeared on Draco's face, satisfied with that answer, only to pull a face of disgust at the last bit. "Absolutely not. Just because she's obsessed with me, it doesn't mean I feel the same."

You couldn't help but smile, amused by his comments at one of your friends. "Self-absorbed, much?"

"I can't help it," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "How can I not be self-absorbed when I just found out you like me back?"

You laughed out loud accidentally, making the blonde chuckle too as he watched you. There were so many more things he loved about you, including the way you laughed and the way you weren't cruel but didn't take shit from anybody, but he didn't have the confidence yet to tell you. Maybe he'd tell you another day.

However, the laughter stopped when another voice echoed down the stairs, and Draco put his hand over your mouth. Your eyes widened, noticing how close his face was to yours - he'd jumped up in surprise and done the best thing to shut you up.

"Oi, who's down there?" Filch's obnoxious voice echoed down the stairs, and Draco visibly recoiled. "You can't stay there forever. I heard you, you see, and if it was up to me, any students skipping class would be hanged upside down in my office!"

"Hex me," you whispered, and Draco raised his eyebrows in disbelief, mouthing the word 'no' as if you were insane. "I'm not about to get murdered by Umbridge. Just... I dunno, make me eat slugs or something. I can stomach it. It gives us reason to be out of class."

Draco was conflicted. If it was anyone else, he would've done it straight away. But because it was you, he really didn't have the heart to. However, Filch was coming down the stairs, and he didn't want to watch you get punished AGAIN by Umbridge. So, quietly, he took out his wand, whispered the incantation and watched as you were knocked backward. His eyes widened, and thankfully, the flash disappeared before Filch saw.

"Now, what do you two think you're doing?" he asked, a sick smile on his face as Mrs Norris peered out from behind his legs. Before either of you could answer, he continued, "You're in big trouble now. Professor Umbridge told me two of her students were missing, and I'm sure she'll give me permission to do what I want with you."

"Can't you see, you idiotic squib?" Draco exclaimed, standing up to his full height. He was taller than Filch, and although the older man wasn't intimidated, it still came off as threatening. As if on cue, you vomited up a slug, almost actually being sick at the sight and feeling of the fat thing leaving your mouth. Why the hell had you chosen that curse, out of all things? "She's sick. I was about to take her to the infirmary but due to her stupidity and clumsiness, she fell down the stairs."

"Wow, thanks," you groaned, throwing up a second slug. Draco looked at you with a sympathetic expression, but he didn't want to let down his regular attitude in fear of Filch getting suspicious. The blonde wasn't stupid, and he'd do anything to get out of trouble, which included insulting you. "I got cursed by a stupid second-year brat. When I get my hands on that little shit-"

"Oh dear, you're all going to be in a lot of trouble, aren't you?" Filch said, completely ignoring your story. You glared, only to burp up another slug and gag at how disgusting it was. Your face had gone incredibly pale and sunken, and Draco helped you up off of the floor, putting his arm around your waist as yours went over his shoulders.

"Try not to vomit on me," Draco chuckled quietly, walking straight past Filch and up the stairs. You nodded, giving him a weak smile as you tried to walk as carefully but as quickly as possible. The caretaker simply stared at the two of you, either giving up on giving you punishments or believing the story. "Also, sorry for insulting you."

"It's fine," you mumbled, more bothered about the slugs coming out of you than being called stupid. It was also quite surprising that he'd apologised; it was a rather... out-of-character thing to do for the boy. "Just get me to the infirmary. Please."

Draco nodded, feeling incredibly guilty for having to hex you, but you kept assuring him it was fine and that you'd asked for it. Although you wished you'd hexed him instead.

"I never thought I'd confess my feelings for someone and then hex them straight after," he chuckled after a while, finally reaching the infirmary. You giggled, watching as Madam Pomfrey rushed out, her expression clearly frustrated with the state you were in. "Madam, she was hit with a slug-vomiting curse from a stupid Gryffindor second-year. Is there anything you can do?"

"Not really," she answered, ushering you to one of the beds. Draco followed, watching as she passed you a large bucket as you sat down. Next to you was a Ravenclaw girl in her fourth year who'd been hit by a bludger and fallen off her broom in a game of Quidditch, and you assumed by the large cast on her leg that she'd broken a few bones. "We'll just have to wait until the effects of the curse wear off. Which should be in about ten minutes."

"Word of warning, there's quite a few slugs wandering the school grounds now," you said with a depressed grin before throwing up again. Draco grimaced, glancing from you to Madam Pomfrey, who was sighing deeply and shaking her head. "Damn, what a shame. I was so excited for Defence Against the Dark Arts too. With Professor Umbridge, as well!"

Madam Pomfrey actually laughed at that, clearly disliking the new teacher as much as you and the other students too. It was obvious that teachers such as McGonagall and Flitwick didn't like her, as Umbridge had been incredibly rude and offensive to the two of them, but for Pomfrey to show extreme distaste towards someone was surprising.

"Shame you were cursed, then," she answered, before wandering off to attend to an older Hufflepuff student who appeared to be suffering from some sort of curse. Draco sat beside you, trying to avoid looking into the bucket of slugs.

"Bad time to ask you this, but do you want to go to Hogsmede next weekend?" he asked after a minute, and you raised your eyebrows at him.

"Really?" you chuckled, vomiting again and groaning. "You decide to ask me on a date while I'm throwing up?"

"Why not?" he asked with a grin, shaking his head and wondering why he'd asked at such a stupid point. "I guess it'd be funny to other people if they asked how we started dating."

"True," you giggled, slime dribbling from your chin. This wasn't exactly the most attractive thing ever, so you were surprised Draco was even asking you out. "So... does that mean we're a thing?"

"If you want it to," he answered, and you smiled.

"Sure!" you beamed, clapping your hands together and watching a slug try to escape the bucket. "I'd love to be your girlfriend, Draco."

And with that, you vomited another slug into the bucket.

[kuzocho]

Scarred. | Kaminari Denki x Reader

I’m not even sure what this is, lol. But my boy Kami needs more love. So here’s some h/c with him.

tw: scars (not from self-harm)

Kaminari moaned when your hips rolled against his and it took all his will power not to go any further than this heavy make-out session. Your hands pulled harder at his hair from the sound he made and with half-lidded eyes, you breathed his name. Feeling his blood rushing through his veins at that, his grip on your waist got stronger. He couldn’t help but crane his neck to kiss you once more. Your fingers left his hair and wandered down, cupping his face for a second before they found hold on his shoulders as your hips moved again.

A sight left both of your lips, yours leaving to trail down kisses along his jawline while he closed his eyes. The feeling of your kisses on his neck send shivers down his spine and the way your fingers touched him was intoxicating. They roamed his shoulders, taking in the warm skin of his arms before they explored his lean muscles on his chest. He quietly moaned again when you draw a slow circle over his crotch and your digits left patters on his stomach and with his name falling from your lips again before they sucked at his neck, it felt so good that he almost missed how your fingers played with the hem of his shirt, leisurely finding their way under it. His eyes flew open and you nearly fell from his lap when he pushed himself up to grab your wrists.

“Stop”, he said, his voice was pressed and full of panic.

Leaning back on your heels you asked, “Are you okay?” Your hands moved away from his shirt and he let go of them. Instead, he intertwined one of them with yours and gave it a gently squeeze.

“Yes, baby, it’s all good. I’m just not in the mood, y’know?” The lie left his lips in an instant, given that it was not the first time he had told you that.

“’kay…” You didn’t buy his answer. Hell, how could you after you felt his arousal just mere moments ago.

But as much as Kaminari wanted to tell you, he couldn’t do it yet. He knew that with the direction you two were going, he had to at one point, but because of his own selfishness, he wanted to delay that as far as possible. When he had literally run into you in that cute little ramen shop close to his work a few weeks ago, he had been immediately smitten by you. Fortunately, you had been interested as well, giving him your number and he had taken you out for some coffee the next day. On your second date a couple of days after, he had kissed you.

Ever since then, he had met you regularly, either eating dinner somewhere, cooking together at your place or playing video games at his, but always ending up with locked lips and roaming hands. And every time he had to end it. Along the way of all this, Kaminari had developed feelings for you which only made it harder for him. He was certain that you would react like all the other women and after the last few weeks, he wasn’t ready for you to leave yet. So he was being a dick, telling you lies why he stopped you when your hands found their way under his shirt, because he wanted to have more moments with you, even though the guilt made his stomach turn.

The feeling was even worse today, seeing you chewing your bottom lip and knitting your eyebrows together.

You turned your head to the side. “You know, you can tell me if you don’t find me attractive enough.”

“W-What? No, that’s not it!”

“I won’t throw a tantrum or be mad at you, just tell me.” Your voice was quiet.

He squeezed your hand. “Hey, cupcake, look at me”, he gently demanded. When you did, he added, “I swear, this has nothing to do with you and everything with me.”

His heart fluttered a bit as you chuckled. “That’s such a cliché, Kami.”

“It’s true though. I wasn’t lying when I said you took my breath away the first time you smiled at me, sweet cheeks.” Kaminari tried to give you one of his cheeky smirks, but it felt weak and shaky.

“But you’re lying every time I try to initiate something.”

It was his turn to look away. “I know.”

“Why?”, you asked as you kept looking at him. There wasn’t any anger in your voice.

Pressure formed in his chest, making his heartbeat faster as he realized that this was the moment he had tried to run away from. Of course he despised lying to you. But leaving you with the feeling his behaviour was your fault? He’d rather got beaten up by Bakugou. Despite thinking about it a lot beforehand, he didn’t know what to say and the first thing was, “You’re not gonna like me anymore after you’ve seen it.”

He sounded like a whiny teenage-boy, making the pressure worse. He felt like he was choking on the air.

You leaned closer to kiss his cheek and oh god, this would be the last time you would do this, he knew it. “Kami, I’m sure that’s not possible. It is about your body, isn’t it? I know that everyone has some parts that they don’t like about themselves, but from what I’ve could feel and see so far, there is nothing wrong with yours. Nobody is fla-”

The bubble in his chest exploded like a balloon being picked by a needle and he blurted out, “I’m scarred!” Warmth crept up his cheeks and the need to hide was almost unbearable. That was definitely not the way he had wanted to tell you.

You quirked and eyebrow up. “You are a hero, of course you would have some scars.”

He licked his lips, his eyes searching the room for something they could focus on. “It’s worse than that.”

Placing another kiss on his cheek, you mumbled, “Sunshine, why don’t you just show me and then we can argue how bad it is?”

His gaze wandered back to you and your relaxed complexion. Maybe it won’t be so bad this time, a tiny voice in his head said and suddenly he nodded. Sensing that nothing would come out if he tried to speak, he waved his hand to gesture that you should get off him. Letting go of his other fingers, you sat next to him on the couch. Kaminari took a last glance at your face before he turned away, his back facing you. Taking a deep breath in a weak attempt to calm himself, he resisted the urge to just run, grabbing his shirt with trembling hands at his neck and pulling it off. Once he was out of it, he let his head hung low.

Your shocked gasp filled the room for a second and Kaminari closed his eyes. He memorised the picture that you saw a long time ago.

Dozens over dozens over dozens of scars littered his whole back. They were small, each only less than an inch long, but there were so many that it didn’t mattered anyway. Some of them were straight, some cracked ironically like a lightning bolt and the white colour and shiny surface only added to that even more. It was the worst around his spine. They gathered along it, covering almost every part of skin of it before they spread out. In two years or so, his sides, shoulders and neck would be coated with them as well. And after that, his front and his arms would be next, maybe even his legs. At least they didn’t hurt or made his skin tight.

“How?”

“Every time I short-circuit myself.”

It had started to happen at the training camp during their first summer break. While he had changed in front of his friends, Sero had spotted them. On that day, Kaminari hadn’t bothered, thinking that they might be scars from his childhood since they weren’t that many. It only had occurred to him that they could be quirk related when Kirishima had pointed out more of them the next day. When they had been back at school after the incident, he had overused his quirk on purpose, confirming his theory. There had been nothing Recovery Girl could have done to remove or undo them and he also hadn’t minded, assuming that he would solve the problem of going into his yay-mode quite fast.

But he had forgotten that he had been at UA, so they had pushed and pushed and pushed him, always going plus ultra. The self-awareness had kicked in when all of the boys had started to send hidden glances at his back and as the cherry on top of it all, Bakugou had stopped calling him stupid and dunce face.

Now, a few years later, they didn’t increased as frequently as back then, since he actually managed to raise the limits of his quirk ridiculously high. The damage had been done anyway, especially on his confidence, masking his insecurities by being even more awkwardly flirtatious. When there hadn’t been that many, he could still explore intimacy with girls, but even that had changed after the scars had covered all of his lower back, making him feel the need to either warn them beforehand or not anticipating anything at all. He bad become used to the different reactions, so much that he could foreshadow them based on the personality most of the time and slowly finding peace in never finding a significant other.

But then you came, knocking him straight out of his Pikachu socks and he wanted nothing more for you than to stay. And now he was sitting in front of you. He felt naked in a way that had nothing to do with clothes. It was as if you could look right through him, like his soul with all his insecurities he developed over the years laid directly in front of you, ready to get stumped on again. At any moment now, you would get up and tell him that you couldn’t to this and that it’s dis-

“Can I touch them?”

“What?” His head whipped around and he saw your face out of the corners of his eyes. Your hand was already hovering in the air, mere inches away from his skin. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint your emotions; there was sadness, maybe a hint of anger – but he felt that it wasn’t towards him – and something softer, calmer, something he had seen before in your eyes when you looked at him. Your question threw him off guard, obviously. No one ever wanted to touch them willingly, but before he could think about it further, he nodded and turned his head back, missing the reassuring smile you gave him.

His heart was beating a mile per minute and a shiver ran through him as your fingertips tenderly touched a scar on his right shoulder blade. It wasn’t bad per se, but a completely new feeling. He experienced sensory overload as the pads of your fingers followed the thin lines. The silence buzzed violently in his ears and the clock was ticking so loudly, leaving him suddenly wishing he had put some music on before you came over and your breath fanned his neck, making him feeling hot there while the rest of his body was cold from his anxiety.

And then you kissed one of them and his heart missed a beat at the feeling. It was gently and warm and loving. His vision blurred.

“That”, you started lowly, pressing your lips on another scarred patch between the words, “doesn’t change a damn thing.” Your arms came around his waist, pulling him closer. Embracing him with all his flaws and he barely could hold a sniffle in. “And you know why?” Another kiss, this time closer to his neck. “Because you’re still beautiful.”

He pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes, forcing the tears back with a mess of white dazzling dots behind his eyelids, pleading, “Please, stop.”  

But you would have none of that. “And that has nothing to do with your looks. I fell for you, because you’re funny and smart and adventurous and so unbelievable lovable.”

There were more kisses and it got too much. The last word ripped a sob through him. One of your hands were on his chest, pushing him down with you while the other was waving through his hair as he let himself fall. The tears were streaming freely now and Kaminari couldn’t tell if it was because the anxiety had deflated the second you had hugged him or because your words had awoken an emotion deep within him. Either way, he didn’t hold back, couldn’t bring himself to do so anymore and you didn’t seem to mind as you cooed at him.

God, how long had he been longing to hear these words? Not the ‘you can still be a hero, bro’, the ‘it just means you’re pretty strong’, the ‘don’t worry, with your face and chest you’re still sexy’, but the simple confirmation that he was enough. That he wasn’t his scars. That he was more than that.

At some point, you turned him around and pulled him even closer and he pressed his face into your neck, babbling incoherent words about all the pitiful looks with the reassuring pads on his shoulder afterwards and the countless rejections he had gotten over the years, because yes, he was nice, but that’s not what they were looking for.

Eventually, the sobs stop wrecking through his body, turning into sniffles and after a while they were gone too. Your hand drew small circles on his back and just the sheer thought of such a tender affection on something he despised for so long had him almost bawling his eyes out again.

He closed his eyes, whispering, “You meant that?”

“All of it”, you answered, giving him a kiss on top of his head.

Thinking what to say next to express his feelings, he sat up. His back was turned to you again, this time however, he felt comfortable. It was still weird, of course, but he had nothing to hide anymore. You’ve seen everything, you’ve seen him – and you were still here.

“I���ll go and get you some water”, you said quietly and stood up. You were right, he really needed that. The headache grew with every passing second and he probably looked like shit with blood-shot eyes and reddened cheeks and god knows whatnot, but he grabbed your wrist, looking up to you. Your gaze and smile were warm and there wasn’t any need to ask, but, “So you’re going to stay?”

You leaned down to him again, faces mere inches from each other. “Yes, Denki, I’m staying. Takes more than that to scare me away.”

He ignored the wet patch on your shirt – you could wear one of his shirts soon, he definitely wouldn’t mind - and the fact that he absolutely needed to wash his wash as he cupped your face to press his lips onto yours. He hummed into it, smiling. He really liked the sound of you saying his name.

[currentlylurking]

Phic Phight: Have Your Kingdom and Eat it Too

Danny goes to investigate a disturbance at Pariah’s Keep. There he finds a ruined sarcophagus, a broken ring, and a very confused man who apparently doesn’t remember his multiple evil deeds.

(Based on prompts by @ghostlyhabato and a lil bit of one by @imperfection-at-itsfinest)

Word Count: 5614

Have Your Kingdom and Eat it Too

Officially, Danny was not the Ghost King.

That was mostly because the Observants hated him, but the fact that there hadn’t actually been a Ghost King prior to Pariah also played a part. Apparently, he’d just up and declared himself the Ghost King and then tried to murder the Observants when he was told he couldn’t do that. While Danny thought they kinda sucked as an organization (reasons A through X were just how poorly about ten of them treated Clockwork), he was well aware how many lines that crossed.

All that aside, while Danny may not be the Ghost King, most of his allies wanted to deal with the Observants even less than he did. So they made him a ‘representative’ for their lands. A few of his enemies had even jumped on board, like Skulker and Walker, who hated the Observants way more than Danny did. It was kind of impressive, considering they didn’t even know Clockwork and how he was treated, but whatever. Government was weird.

Anyway, the point of this whole ramble was that Danny was not the Ghost King, but he was as close as the ghosts he knew could get him. So when something exploded at Pariah’s Keep and scared the nearby ghosts, who did the Observants arbitrarily decide had the stupid thing in his territory and had to investigate?

It was Danny. It was always Danny.

He floated in front of the stupid ugly building, about an hour and a half after said explosion. Nobody had run out and gone on a murderous rampage, or summoned an army of skeletons, or done any normal ‘world domination time’ things, so he was pretty sure he was safe. It had probably just been some teenaged ghosts, poking at stuff they shouldn’t. It happened a lot. Danny, who was also a teenaged ghost, was a prime example of it.

He flew through front door he’d smashed open last time he’d fought Pariah, briefly shifting to human form to dodge some of the traps that had managed to reset. It took him maybe ten minutes to invisibly reach the throne room.

Problem one was super obvious; the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep was destroyed. The top front had been smashed inwards and crumpled into the sarcophagus itself. The hinge was barely keeping the door attached. Scattered around it was ectoplasm and broken stone.

Someone had tried to punch Pariah through the sarcophagus, and then there’d been a fight. Because of course there had.

Still invisible, Danny floated a bit closer. Pariah wasn’t in the sarcophagus, and there wasn’t enough ectoplasm around to suggest that someone had destroyed him. Not that he knew anyone who could – he was pretty sure the only actually surviving Ancient was Nocturne, and that guy was a dick. Anyway, it had taken seven of them and Clockwork just to seal Pariah up that first time. Even if Pariah was still drained from the sarcophagus’ powers, he was not weak enough to destroy.

Danny lifted a chunk of rubble between two gloved fingers, examining it. Bits of blue ectoplasm dripped off it – so, not ghost blood. Leftovers from a parried attack, maybe? He snapped a picture with his phone anyway. Sam and Tucker were better at the detective stuff, he was better at punching stuff.

He set the rubble down, and continued poking around. The Keep was still far too quiet. He rolled a fallen column to the side and revealed one of Pariah’s gauntlets, with the now-smashed Ring of Rage still under it.

“Dope,” Danny said, and snapped a picture of that as well. The Ring of Rage sucked, and Valerie was still super invested in getting ‘a ring that proclaimed her a real ghost hunter’ despite the fact she knew that thing had belonged to an evil ghost. But whatever, Danny had just gotten shot when he asked her if a ring of bruises was close enough. Some people didn’t appreciate quality witty banter.

He shoved the column aside a bit more, revealing plenty of ectoplasm. The image of Pariah getting his hand crushed by a column was so funny that Danny couldn’t help but snort.

“Who’s there?!” Someone shouted. Danny snatched his invisible hands away from the column and glanced back where, unfortunately, his ‘where is Pariah’ question was answered.

The tyrant seemed… smaller now. It wasn’t a perspective thing; he was just closer to the height of a dude with giantism than a literal giant. His hand was also smashed, just like Danny had imagined, and wrapped in bandages. He was covered in other injuries, too; aside from the multitude of scrapes, when he tried to move up the stairs, he did so with a clear limp.

“Who’s there?” He demanded again. That was another thing – his accent wasn’t as pronounced.

What type of accent did he even have? Scottish? Why did the King of Ghosts who’d been in a deluxe sleepy sack for a thousand years have a Scottish accent? Was this one of those ‘pay more attention when Lancer speaks, Fenton,’ things?

Not important. Pariah came closer. He looked more scared than angry up close, though it was almost hidden by the fact whoever had broken him out had chopped up his face pretty badly. He looked like he’d been caught in a lawnmower, and also incredibly terrifying.

He hadn’t noticed the invisible Danny, though. That was nice. Danny used it to float back, over the column, in case he needed to use the good ol’ hand smasher for cover.

After a bit of poking around, Pariah huffed. “If there is anyone here, I just want to talk.” He said, and despite how funny it was that he thought anyone would fall for that, Danny did not snort. Pariah faced the opposite way from him, and looked over the pockmarked walls. “My – my name is Alric.” What. “I just want to know what’s going on.”

Okay, that was past the weird threshold. Danny sat cross-legged on the column and popped back into visibility. A shield was already half-formed in his hand. “Last I heard,” Pariah whipped around, “your name was Pariah Dark, King of Ghosts.”

Pariah stared at him for a second. He didn’t attack. “Are you the one who let me out?”

Danny scoffed. “No. I just had to investigate a disturbance in my territory.”

Pariah frowned. “I… see. I am Alric, and yes, I am the Ghost King. Who are you?”

“Danny Phantom. Your replacement.” He waved, “Sup?”

“Oh.” Pariah’s frown grew. “You’re a child.”

“And you’re a child murderer,” Danny shrugged. Pariah’s face turned ashen. “So, are you going to try and kill me now?”

“I – I’m not a murderer,” Pariah said, and gripped the side of his head with his uninjured hand. Danny hummed in disagreement. “I’d never hurt a child, much less kill one!”

“Yeah, no, I still have a scar from last time we fought.” Pariah gaped at him, then gripped his head harder. Danny watched impassively, shield still at the ready.

“Why did I assault a child?” He asked, and his unnecessary breathing started to get ragged. Danny floated up, watching Pariah for a second. “I – Spirits, why would I do that? Why can’t I remember? I –” he paused. “Clockwork.”

“Huh?” Danny said.

“Clockwork.” Pariah repeated, which was not comforting. “My friend. He – you said you were the next king,” he stopped for a second. Danny raised an eyebrow. “Do you know a man named Clockwork? Blue skin, scar over his eye, likes the colour purple?”

Danny had seen Clockwork last week for help with a history report. Clockwork was entirely unhelpful and had gotten personally offended at how ‘inaccurate and biased’ his history textbook was. He hadn’t mentioned anything about Pariah breaking out.

“No?” Danny said. He wasn’t a snitch, and after three years of ghost fighting, he’d gotten pretty good at not messing up simple lies. “Why?”

Pariah’s face, once again, turned ashen. “Do you… know the Observants? Did they make you Ghost King?”

“I – I’m not –” nevermind, Danny was still a garbage liar. “They didn’t make me anything, it was my allies, they sort of voluntold me to go be, y’know,” he gestured vaguely, “and the Observants had to go with it. There were a lot of them.” Nevermind the fact that he was not the Ghost King.

“But… you’re a child.” Pariah said. He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to keep bringing it up. Clockwork is – was my friend.” He had a bit of a weird inflection on the word ‘friend,’ which made Danny trust him even less than he did before. “There’s this item called the skeleton key, it’s very important to him. Do you know where it is?”

Danny raised an eyebrow once again. “Uh, dude, are you okay? I kind of expected you to try and kill me at least once by now.”

“I already said I – Spirits, what sort of things did I do to make you believe that?” He lowered his hands. “Danny Phantom, I give you my word that I will not harm you.”

Yeesh, could this day get any weirder? “Appreciate that, but Pariah, I really don’t believe you.”

“Alric,” he said. “My name is not Pariah. I don’t know why I would have changed it. I can barely remember anything between a dinner gone wrong and waking up not too long ago, my hand stuck under that column.”

“Uh-huh, I saw. Smashed your ring and everything.” Danny said, and pointed down at it. Pariah – Alric? Nah, he didn’t deserve a new name – frowned at the artifact. He took a step towards it. Danny threw up the shield he’d been holding. “What went wrong at the dinner?” He asked. He watched Pariah pull back a bit.

“I – I believe,” he said very reluctantly, “that it was a chef’s fault. My friend I mentioned, Clockwork, he was curious and went to watch her prepare the meal. I came in to check on the preparations as she began to call him horrible things. I was furious. I lost my temper.” He looked down at his hands. “I destroyed her, right in front of Clockwork. He was terrified. How did I not notice it then? Spirits, he must hate me…”

Danny, despite his best efforts, could almost sympathize – he’d nearly punched a few Observants after seeing how they treated Clockwork. The idea of other ghosts doing that was hard to handle. “Am I supposed to feel bad for you? You just admitted you killed a lady.” He said. He stood, dropping the shield. “Who let you out?” He pointed a thumb at the ruined sarcophagus.

“I’m not sure,” Pariah said slowly, and tore his eyes away from the ring. Danny kicked it down the stairs and quickly stepped away. “It was this ghost in a white cloak. I’m not sure what happened, I barely saw him. I think we fought, but after he pinned my arm he left. He didn’t say much. I never saw his face, but he threw these bandages at me when I asked him who he was. Once my mind had cleared I left to patch up my wounds and returned when I heard you.”

“Neat. No idea who that’s supposed to be, but I’ll tell the Observants to keep an eye out.” He caught the flicker of a scowl on Pariah’s face. “Now. If you’re not going to kill me or try and take over the world, what do we do now?”

“That’s your decision, my king,” Pariah said. Danny couldn’t help the face he pulled – Pariah didn’t notice it, though. “If I have any choice, though, I’d like to stay as far away from the Observants as possible.”

“Most people would, hence why they make me deal with them instead.” Danny shrugged. He looked over Pariah’s injuries again – whoever that cloaked ghost was, he had done a number on one of the most powerful ghosts ever. Danny didn’t know if he should be impressed or terrified. “How hurt are you?”

“Quite injured, I think,” Pariah admitted. He examined his bandaged hand. “I have a rather high pain tolerance, but the damage I suffered was significant.”

“Right. So, I’m going to take you to a guy who knows how to ask the right questions to figure out what we do with you, and also fix you up. We should probably make a sling before we do that, though…” Danny trailed off, examining the walls. “We should also disguise you so that other people don’t see you and panic.” He hummed, then snapped his fingers. “Oh, I know!”

.-.

“Great One, what is that?”

“Hello,” Pariah said, from under the tapestry Danny had thrown over him. He looked like a bedsheet ghost, although he wore an evil looking moth-eaten tapestry instead of a white sheet. His broken horn half poked out of a hole, tangled in red thread.

“Good question,” Danny said, and pulled the tapestry off. Frostbite took a step back, closer to the exit of the ice cave they’d been waiting in. “Sorry to drag him here but, uh,” he gestured vaguely to all of Pariah, “help.”

Frostbite continued to stare at Pariah for a moment longer. Pariah, for his part, stayed silent. “Come with me, Great One.” He frowned, “And… you.” He led the way. Danny flung the tapestry back over Pariah as they passed by the other yetis. A few bowed, but more simply waved. Danny waved back and gave wider smiles to the ones who didn’t bow.

Pariah watched the exchanges with a frankly disturbing look in his eye, which Danny decidedly ignored.

Eventually, Frostbite led them to a hospital-like room. “Sit,” he said, and Pariah did. Danny helped pull off the tapestry once again as Frostbite produced some ectoplasmic gloves. “Now. I would like an explanation, please.”

Danny shrugged. “Observants told me the keep was in ‘my territory’ and that something blew up there. So I went to investigate, I found him and a smashed ring of rage, he says he’s not evil anymore and that he won’t hurt me, also that some white-cloaked weirdo broke him out.” Danny frowned, and ran everything over in his mind. “And… yeah, no, that’s about it. Any advice?”

Frostbite frowned and turned to Pariah.

“Your king sums it up quite well,” Pariah said, and Frostbite grinned.

“Oh, so you’ve abdicated and passed the throne on to Danny Phantom?”

Pariah frowned. “I…” he glanced at Danny, and very reluctantly sighed. “I suppose?”

Frostbite whoop’d, and Pariah leaned away from him. “Excellent! I will spread the word, and we will have the biggest party in centuries! This is a wonderful day that will be remembered for ages!”

“Great!” Danny said, despite the fact this was not great at all. “Real neat! Can we focus on this first?”

“Of course, my king,” Frostbite said, and Danny did not sigh. “When you say Pariah is no longer –”

“Alric,” Pariah corrected once again. “Please, I don’t know why I would ever change my name to something as absolutely stupid as that. I –” he stopped, frowned, and squinted past Frostbite. Danny followed his gaze, and watched Pariah look himself over in a wall of shiny ice. “What the hell am I wearing?”

“Armor,” Frostbite offered, and began to unwrap Pariah’s bandaged hand.

“I noticed that part, I just – this is actually revolting. I look ridiculous.” Pariah huffed, ran his unbroken hand through his hair. “Why is my hair so long? And am I –” another pause, and more squinting. Pariah sounded particularly horrified. “Am I wearing eyeliner?”

“Huh,” Danny said, and watched as Pariah rubbed his eye. The raccoon effect around them confirmed that yes, the king of ghosts, a super evil mass murderer, had been wearing cheap eyeliner. He watched Pariah stare at his hand in abject horror. “I mean, it helps you look threatening.” He offered. “My friend Sam likes her eyeliner wings sharp enough to kill a man. And Vlad wears eyeliner whenever he’s out doing evil stuff, says it makes his eyes pop.”

“I don’t want to do anything evil!” Pariah protested. “Is it off?”

“Sit still,” Frostbite scolded. “You can wash your face after I’m done, if that is such a big issue.”

For a moment, Pariah sat there like a pouting child. Danny couldn’t help but snicker – his weird tolerance had been smashed to pieces, now it was just funny. Pariah had nearly killed him and Valerie, severely messed up the Ghost Zone, and now he was sitting on a bed complaining because he’d put make-up on at some point. How did this happen to people?

Frostbite paused his examination of Pariah’s hand. “Huh,” he said thoughtfully. He set the hand down and began to try and comb through Pariah’s hair. “Pardon me for a moment.”

“Like, officially?” Danny asked, grinning. From the look Frostbite shot him, now was not the time for royalty jokes. Not good. He floated over. “What’s up?”

“Do I have lice?” Pariah asked. “Feel free to shave my head if you must. I have no attachment to whatever atrocity happened to my hair.”

“Forget your hair,” Danny said, “what about your hand?” With the bandage gone, Danny could see that Pariah’s ring finger looked black and necrotic, with spiderweb-like black veins curling across the skin. It was also just messed up in general, but those were normal ghost-limb-got-crushed injuries. The weird veins were not.

“I genuinely have no idea,” Pariah offered, “it was like that when I came to my senses.”

“It’s not alone,” Frostbite said, and parted a section of his hair – there were more of those veins across his scalp, centralized at the top of his head.

“Huh,” Danny said. “That’s… huh. I think I have to up my weird tolerance. Do you know what that is?”

“Generally,” Frostbite said slowly as he pulled back, “marks such as that are leftover after a malicious curse has ended.”

“Why would they be on his head and hand, then?” Danny said. It clicked as soon as the words were out of his mouth. “The ring and crown!”

Frostbite frowned. “Great One, are you implying what it sounds like you are?”

“I mean, I would hope so.” He shrugged and pulled back. Pariah watched him, vaguely confused. “Where’d you get the ring of rage and crown of fire, dude?” Danny pulled a face. “Seriously, the names sound super evil. Why would you put those on?”

“I just thought they’d make me more powerful?” Pariah said, and rubbed the side of his head with his good hand. “I don’t understand. I didn’t have them on all the time. I would take them off when I wanted to rest. My memories cut off well after I got them.”

“Curses take time,” Frostbite said thoughtfully. “I could take an ectoplasm sample, and have one of our labs examine it, but it does seem likely Danny Phantom’s theory is correct. The crown was destroyed by the Observants two years ago.”

“And the ring was destroyed two hours ago,” Danny said, and pulled up the picture on his phone to show Frostbite. “So… the curse is broken because of some weirdo in a cloak who wanted to try out property damage, and you’re no longer evil?”

“The Observants cursed me,” Pariah said, quietly.  

“I would not pin the blame on them,” Frostbite said warily, “or on anyone at all. You should do your best to move past this.”

“No.” Pariah said, a bit of a growl burning through his throat. Danny and Frostbite both took a step back. “They did this on purpose.”

“Oookay,” Danny said slowly, keeping himself between Pariah and Frostbite. “How about you take some deep breaths and calm down. I know you’re a ghost, but those help.” He shrugged. Pariah started to scowl. “It’s probably best if you don’t spend your first day as an uncursed dude repeating a murder rampage on the government.”

That gave him a moment of pause. “When did I murder Observants? By the time I had reason to, they were all in hiding.”

“Uh, when you attacked their house?” Danny said. He glanced at Frostbite, who nodded. “Yeah. Early on in your kingship, they said you weren’t a real king, so you tried to kill them. It’s Ghost Zone History 101.”

“No. I never tried to kill any of them.” Pariah’s scowl was more pronounced, but less directed at them. “They did denounce me publicly, I remember that. But I went there to talk, like a normal person, to see if we could find some middle ground.” He scoffed, “That lasted for all of five minutes before they decided it’d be easier to destroy me. I defended myself, but I made no effort to kill anyone. When I returned the next day they were gone, so I raided their artifacts. That is where I got the ring and crown. It was a backup plan, in case their murder attempt failed.”

“Or,” Frostbite said, “it was an unlucky coincidence. As far as I know, the Observants’ view of the timestream is limited. They would not be able to predict that.”

Pariah huffed. He was silent for a second, but Danny stayed on edge. “How long has it been since I was locked away?” He asked.

“A bit over a millennium, I believe,” Frostbite said. “One of my ancestors was part of the ancient seven who sealed you away. I should have the exact date recorded in our history wing.”

“It’s super cool,” Danny said as Pariah leaned forwards, head in his hand. “They have some really neat cave paintings and stuff there.”

“I… I’ll have to take a look at that.” Pariah said. His voice was strained. He sounded a bit like he was three steps from a breakdown. “Is there a list anywhere? Of the people I – I hurt?”

“Of those you destroyed, yes. I don’t believe injuries were registered.” Frostbite said. He guided Danny aside and returned to tending to Pariah’s hand. “It is not with me, but I could request a copy.”

“Thank you.” Pariah said. “Would you – do you know if the name Clockwork is on it?”

Frostbite glanced back at Danny. He’d met Clockwork once, sometime after the revelation that Frostbite’s ancestor had been an Ancient and that Clockwork had helped them. They’d gotten along okay, Frostbite was a – pun intended – super chill guy, and Clockwork, as awkward as he was, had easily found common ground with the yetis. He’d also been impressed that they were nice to him since, apparently, Frostbite’s ancestor had been a real jerk.

Danny shook his head. Frostbite gave a small nod and refocused on Pariah. “I can’t say that name is familiar. Why?”

“He was my friend.” Again, Pariah said friend super weirdly.

“Ah,” Frostbite said. He’d moved on to examining Pariah’s limp and copied the weird tone. “A ‘friend.’”

“Yes, a friend.” Pariah said defensively. He hissed when Frostbite adjusted his ankle. “He was closest to me after the events with the Observants. Physically and otherwise.”

“I’m sure,” Frostbite said.

“I just want to know if I hurt him.” Pariah said, his bowed head coloured by a blush Danny almost missed. “There’s something else that’s just as important. There’s an item called the skeleton key. Do you know where it is?”

“No,” Frostbite lied. He knew just as well as Danny did that it was with the Observants. “Why?”

“It’s important to Clockwork,” Pariah said, and left that incredibly vague statement at that.

“How so?” Danny asked, and floated closer.

“It’s important,” Pariah stressed. “I know it opens any lock in the Zone. I don’t care about that anymore, certainly not if I used it to hurt people. But it belongs to Clockwork, and I had it before the curse took effect. I was closer to him than anyone. I could have hurt him.”

Danny said nothing. He wasn’t sure what he could say that wasn’t just Clockwork’s personal business. But he didn’t like the picture this was painting – Clockwork had, however reluctantly, admitted that the Observants used the key to control him. Danny didn’t know the specifics. He didn’t like the idea of Pariah knowing them, ‘previously cursed’ and ‘friend of Clockwork’ or not. Besides, Clockwork had helped the Ancients seal Pariah away. He wouldn’t want anything to do with him. Even if they’d been friends once, Clockwork definitely wasn’t one now.

Despite Danny’s best efforts, he was about the only friend Clockwork had.

The silence hung for a bit longer. “If, by any chance,” Pariah spoke up, “you’re lying because you don’t trust me, I understand that. I just want Clockwork to be safe.”

“Mood,” Danny said. Pariah frowned at him. He backtracked. “I’ll ask around. See what I can do.”

“Be sure to use your Kingly Sway when you do so!” Frostbite said, apparently delighted by the topic change. He turned to grab more disinfectant.

“Is that even a thing?” Danny asked. “Also, pretty big flaw if it is. Considering, y’know, the thing.” The ‘not actually being the ghost king’ thing.

Frostbite laughed. He stepped over and slapped Danny on the back. “That’s not an issue anymore, Danny Phantom! The Observants have no say in this!” He gestured to Pariah, who just looked confused. “Not when the previous king has passed the throne on to you!”

Pariah and Danny stared at each other for a second, and it was impossible to tell who was more confused.

“He’s a child,” Pariah said.

“I’m only half dead,” Danny said, at somewhat the same time.

“What?” Pariah asked.

“Both can be worked around until they are no longer issues!” Frostbite said. “But this is wonderful news! You should be happy, Great One – finally, the Observants will leave us alone!”

There was a soft ahem. The group looked to the left – a portal had been cut through the ice wall, and in front of it floated a white-cloaked figure. It waved a clawed, green hand, and poorly hidden under the hood was one red eye. “Is this a good time?”

“You’re an Observant,” Danny said. Frostbite guided him closer.

“…Well, I suppose the disguise was pointless then. That’s groovy.” The Observant said. He took off his cloak and slung it over an arm. “Anyway. What’s shakin’?”

“You’re not allowed here,” Frostbite said. He kept his eyes fixed on the portal.

“I’m not staying,” the Observant said, “I’m just here to make a delivery.” He pulled the skeleton key out of his robes.

“You have it?” Pariah snapped, already on his feet.

“A delivery for Danny Phantom, sit down before you hurt yourself.” He floated forwards, eye still on Pariah, and pressed the key into Danny’s hands.

“Thank you?” Danny said. “Are you the one who released Pariah?”

The Observant seemed to frown. “His name’s Alric. If you can turn your back on him, you can call him by his name.”

“Don’t defend me,” Pariah – Alric – said. “I don’t want your help. Where’s Clockwork?”

“Funny,” the Observant said, and backed up significantly. “You needed my help earlier, when I knocked that column over and uncursed you. Oh, and before that, when I lobbied the Overseers enough that they gave in and destroyed the crown. Honestly, they’re artifacts of power that can only be wielded by an ‘evil spirit.’ Everyone involved with that division knew they had some sort of curse; it wasn’t like they were in the dark about it. Why did they need to keep those?” He paused. “This is a bad time to get distracted. Yes, I released him.”

“Why?” Frostbite narrowed his eyes. “Observants are not supposed to intervene, and they don’t act alone.”

“He’s right,” Alric growled, and came to join their line. “Whatever you want with me, I am not interested.”

“Yeah, you are.” The Observant said. “I know my history. You and Danny are the best shot.”

Danny pulled a face. Alric scoffed. Frostbite continued to stare.

“Why are you here?” Frostbite asked. “Where does that portal lead?”

The Observant shook his head. “I can’t tell you where it leads. I would rather not be murdered for doing the right thing. Take a chill pill, dude. You should have plenty of those lying around.”

“Okay!” Danny said loudly, “Observants aren’t allowed to say dude, that’s too weird! Why’d you release Pariah?”

“Alric,” the Observant corrected. “And the same reason I gave you the key. It’s the right thing to do, personal fears or not.” He focused on Alric, “He’s in the same room you found him in before. They shut him down once word got around you were out. Do what you have to.”

Danny looked back when Alric growled. When he refocused on the Observant, all he saw was a closing portal.

“Well!” Danny said, clapping his hand around the key, “That was weird!” Alric’s hand reached over his shoulder. Danny frantically passed the key to Frostbite and whipped around.

“I need that key,” he practically begged.

“No,” Danny said, “not unless I get a more concrete reason why you need it.”

“It’s for Clockwork,” he said, “Please. He’s with the Observants again, and I need to go rescue him.”

“You are not attacking the Observants again,” Frostbite said. Alric scowled, and lunged for him – two blasts of ice froze his feet to the ground.

Danny lowered his hands. “You heard him,” he said, “Why do you need to rescue Clockwork?”

Alric hesitated. “They use that key to control him. He’ll be comatose in a closet again, just like he was last time – I’m not going to kill anyone, I just need to save Clockwork! Please!”

“How am I supposed to trust that?” Danny asked, and refroze the bit of ice that broke when Alric strained. “What do you mean comatose?”

“Exactly as it sounds.” He scowled, “They use that key to shut down his consciousness, and he needs to be… be regularly wound with it, or it will happen naturally. As long as someone else has it, he’s bound to them. He doesn’t have a choice. I need to get him out.”

“No,” Frostbite said, “we cannot trust that. We –” Danny melted the ice at Pariah’s ankles. “What are you doing?”

“He’s right,” Danny said, and held out his hand. “That checks out with what Clockwork told me about his body. We’re going to go bust him out. Key, please.”

“Great One,” Frostbite said, “you can’t be serious. He is still injured and cannot be trusted.”

“Clockwork can.” Danny said. He glanced at Alric. “I lied, by the way. I definitely know Clockwork. He’s great. I’m coming with you.”

“Oh,” Alric said.

“This isn’t wise –”

“Dude,” Danny said, “if you want me to be king, then you need to trust me. Besides, you don’t like the Observants either. Come on, Frostbite.” He smiled, “Just trust me.”

The silence held. Then, Frostbite passed the key back.

“I’ll arrange a ride for us.” He pointed at Alric, “Do not leave without me.”

Alric frowned but made no effort to run down the open door. He looked Danny over. “You know Clockwork?”

“He saved me from the Observants once,” Danny said, “I owe him my family’s life.”

“Oh,” Alric said. “Good for him.”

.-.

In the second basement in the Observatory, Alric ripped the knob off a closet door when he tried to pry it open.

“Oh jeez,” Danny said, “he meant a literal closet.”

They hadn’t run into many Observants. The few they’d seen had taken one look at Alric and flung themselves in the other direction. Frostbite had followed them in, and still stood a few steps behind Danny and Alric as they pried open the door. The bottom hinge snapped with a final tug on the hole that used to hold a knob. Alric pulled it open, and Danny, in all his stick-thin, not-quite-five-foot glory squeezed through the gap.

In front of him was a crumpled form wrapped in purple fabrics, normally blue skin clear to reveal the still gears that made up Clockwork’s form. Danny knelt down and poked him with the skeleton key.

Nothing.

“That’s not how you do it,” Alric said, and took a knee in the small space beside him. Surprisingly delicate, he opened the glass of Clockwork’s case and placed the key in a grove between the gears. There was a click, and then the key lit up. Clockwork, too, lit up – his gears began to move again, and his skin clouded over, blue once more. Alric pulled the key out and took a step back. Danny stayed where he was.

Clockwork groaned as he cracked open an eye. “Danny,” he said, already obviously anxious, “you shouldn’t be here. The Observants –” He stopped. He’d sat up enough that he could see the other two in the doorway.

“Hello,” Alric said, softly, like he thought Clockwork would break. Frostbite raised his eyebrows and muttered something about ‘abuse’ and ‘legalities.’

By the time Danny blinked, he was back in Clockwork’s tower, a medallion hanging around his neck. Clockwork had his hands on his shoulders. Danny had the key in his hands.

“Danny,” Clockwork stressed, “what did you do?”

“Rude. Technically, I did nothing.” Clockwork’s frown deepened. Danny held up the key. “D’ya want this back now? An Observant went rogue and gave it to me. Also he uncursed Alric by breaking the ring, apparently.”

“Alric?” Clockwork repeated. He stared at Danny, eyes flickering over him. “…Yes, I want the key back.” Danny handed it over. “I need you to answer me honestly. What is going on?”

“Uh. Well. For one thing, Frostbite implied I’m actually the Ghost King now.”

Clockwork’s sigh was several seconds longer than it had any right to be.

***

Prompt 1: Pariah Dark got out again! Danny goes to take care of it, but Pariah is acting.... weird. Not-evil weird. Turns out something or someone else caused Pariah (If that is his real name) to be the raging tyrant history knows him as, but the influence has ended and he's a new (or renewed) person now. What changed, and who's at fault? (Ghostlyhabato)

Prompt 2: Danny ISN’T the ghost king. (imperfection-at-itsfinest)

Reasons to be my friend: when you tell me your lore I write you fics about it so you don’t have to! Nocturne doesn’t get to appear in this fic despite being an Ancient bc he’s gross and stinky. No one likes him. He sucks. 

[drethanramslay]

Chapter 2

Pairing: Cassian X MC ( for this chapter)

Warning: Slight swearing and violence

Word count: 3.2 K words

Chapter 1

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Song: Cross your Mind by Niall Horan

forgive if I make any mistakes

I am an early bird.

I love the period just before the sun rises. To see the sun slowly come out of the cover of darkness and illuminate every thing in its wake is truly beautiful. The chirping birds, the cool breeze which blows against my face and to see the sky slowly become a mixture of different hues almost makes it feel like it heaven on earth.

Dawn. The start of a new day. The chance to rewrite your slate. To have a fresh start.

Just like the way the sun paints the night sky with a variety of colours, I try to bring the different shades of happiness in my life. I have seen so much violence and gory as a US Marshall that I am still surprised I haven't gone for therapy.

I think it's because I try to find the happiness in everything? I know sometimes it feels like finding a needle in haystack but no matter how ever small that reason is, it's always enough to hold on to.

I was sitting on the beach, crossed legs as I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of the rising sun on my face and the sea breeze which whistled through my shoulder length brown hair. The feeling of the white sand in my hands and smell of the ocean made me feel alive. It's only during moments like this that I feel like the original me.

It's short, it's fleeting but a great reminder on how different I am now.

"Cassian?"

I turned and saw Adira walking towards me in nothing but my shirt and runner shorts. A smirk was pasted on her face as she sashayed towards me.

Being the lead on this case was... Interesting.

I learnt many quirks about her and the one which stood out the most was that, she was a grade A spoilt brat.

I am usually very respectful towards woman but damn, she drives me up the wall. Hell, she threw a fit when I tried making her wear a life jacket.

When we were on the houseboat to Nantucket, I debriefed her on the case and her identity. "So Adira, they finished putting together your cover. You'll be Adira aka Maliha Johnson, a working class girl who just lost her parents. The money your parents left you allowed you to purchase a small house on Nantucket, where you'll be working odd jobs to pay for the contractor helping you repair the weather damage on the place."

The look of aghast which painted her face almost made me wheeze. "Working class? Me?" I thought she was being comical and I just gave her grin. "What is wrong with that?"

I thought wrong.

"You want me? Adira Lockhart.. daughter of the CEO of Lockhart industries, the girl who has a motherfucking MBA, to scrub barnacles of yachts? Excuse me while I puke."

I observed her. Her hands were smooth with no callouses and her skin was flawless, with not a single scar. She was definitely one of those obnoxious rich people who thought that they were above everybody and that the poverty was a disease.

Yup, I hated them.

Serves her right, maybe she can learn a thing or two about humility.

"Yes, Adira that's how it's gonna be and I'm sorry you are going through this. We can't put you in some big place like your old job because that will be the first place they will look for you. We need to rework your entire cover identity so that it's completely different from what Adira Lockhart is."

She sighed and looked out on the ocean. "I was supposed to be settling into my new position at work... Not start a fresh."

I reached and squeezed her hand, conveying my empathy the best way I could. "It's hard to not feel like this is a punishment, but believe me you are doing the right thing. Not only will you be protecting yourself but, you will also be protecting the countless others when you testify."

She turned towards me, her hair whipping her face. "I hate it when I am not able to be in control of my life.." I turned towards her and gave a small smile our eyes meeting.

We stared at each other's eyes, the air between us cackling with lust and the need to be close to each other.

She was about to lean in when an icy gust ripped across the desk, spraying water all over her back.

She shrieked and I swear I momentarily became deaf.

"You need something to cover you up." As I was reaching for my jumper she stopped me.

"I'm fine without it." She said in a voice as cold as the ocean water.

"But, you are shive-" she stopped me with a hand up.

"No, I don't need it Cassian."

And it had been like that since the last week. The hot and cold moments. At one time she is all open, carefree and flirty and then suddenly like a flipped switch she will give Elsa a run for her money at being the coldest person. The silent treatment would be so harsh that it felt like my ears would ring.

She would throw major tantrums and I would have to end up doing maximum amount of work, but then she would profusely apologize by sucking my dick and ride me seven ways to Sunday.

Cassian, don't you love the challenge? The thrill of tasting the forbidden fruit? Don't be so harsh in judging her... She is going through shit.

But, it was surely a new experience. It felt natural to wake up next to her and it was natural to make breakfast in the morning, even if she didn't eat it. I felt like I was the mother hen, trying to make sure she ate and was physically fine so that she won't slip into depression.

And it's a proven fact that exercise get the endorphins rushing through your veins so, I have taken up the responsibility of teaching Adira how to fight so that if I'm compromised, she can at least defend herself.

"Good morning, your highness. Shall we begin?"

"I'm sorry I'm late... a certain someone kept me up till late night." She said with a smirk as she picked up the jumping rope near me.

I just rolled my eyes playfully and started skipping rope.

We did our warm ups which included running and basic stretching. There was teasing and playful shoving which made the entire thing fun. Her eyes would trail to my abs whenever I picked up my singlet to wipe the sweat of my face. And my eyes would trail to the sweat trailing down her chest into her cleavage.

I am not one to deny the view.

"Okay Adira, we have mastered basic punches and blocks but, it's not always gonna be that easy... Have you watched 'Knight and day'?"

"The Tom Cruise movie? Hell yeah."

"Great. So do you remember the part when the bad guy wrapped his arms around-" I went behind her and wrapped my arms around her chest tightly, trapping her hands there "-like this?"

She started breathing heavily. "Yeah.."

"Good. Hands like Houdini. Put your palms down and all at once, throw your hands to the ground and move your hips back."

She did that but, ended up falling on the ground with a smile.

"Nice. The other guy won't know what hit him."

I reached forward and held my hand out. She grabbed and stood up, dusting off the sand on her ass.

"Are you ready for work?" I asked as we started walking back home.

"Ugh nooo." She whined.

I chuckled. "Adira its-" a sudden crash and bang sounded from the house and I stopped in my tracks, my shoulders tensing.

Adira was going to open her mouth to say something but I help up my hand to quieten her.

"There is someone in there." I quietly whispered as I picked up the gun which I had buried in the rose bushes. I stepped in front of her. We entered through the back door and tip toed in.

"The place could be surrounded, stay close to me."

"What if it's them?"

I reached down and squeezed her arm. "I will protect you."

I grasped the gun tightly and Adira just clinged onto my arm. Stepping into the house, I noticed every nook, corner and shadow. Another bang resounded and Adira shrieked and my eyes narrowed onto the open front door.

Moving slowly, I led her to the door and checked the handle.

"No signs of forced entry." I said as I let go of the door.

"But why... Oh." As realization dawned on her.

"What do you mean by oh?" I asked as I turned towards her.

She looked away, guiltily and stared at her feet. "I may have opened the door for getting the newspaper... Guess I never shut it."

What.. the FUCK?

I take my hand down my face, trying to keep my anger at bay. Can't she understand that even the smallest mistake and she could die? Just the smallest feeling of security and she could be on the floor with her throat slit? Is it so hard to understand that this is WITSEC and not some fucking vacation in the Hamptons?

"Adira, how am I supposed to protect you when you're literally leaving the door wide open for the people who want to kill you?" I asked through clenched teeth.

She just crossed her arms and let out a huff of frustration. She just turned the other way.

How dare she have the audacity to get angry?

"Fine. Nice chat. Go for a bath and we are going to work."

She stomped up the stairs and shut the bathroom door so hard that it resounded throughout the entire house.

Well, annoying Adira is back at it again.

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I trailed behind Adira, trying to match her pace, but she just kept stomping on the sand, full steam ahead.

"Walking angrily on sand doesn't have the effect you're going for. Unless you're trying to look cute." I called out to her.

She just huffed and walked even faster. I ran a couple of steps and fell into stride with her. "UGH! Can you not?"

"I'm just trying to do my job ya know? Try to protect you from a mob that is after your life?"

"I hate this. I'm sick of being escorted around."

"But Adira-"

"Shut the fuck up Cassian." I raised my hands in surrenderance, not wanting to ruin her mood even more.

"I'm sorry Adira."

Apologizing will make it better, right? Even if it isn't my fault?

"And you should be." She said haughtily.

I could have given a fucking powerpoint presentation on how this wasn't my fault but I would really like to keep my balls intact so I just shut the fuck up. Avoid conflict, they say. The shit we men go through...

We reached the lobster shack but, Adira didn't slow down her pace. This resulted in her feet getting tangling in the fish nets on the deck. She let out a huge groan and stared at the sky as if to ask "Why is it happening to me?"

What a drama queen... But, I still like her.

"Do you want me to help you?" I asked, preparing myself for a brutal rejection.

She just sighed and looked up at me with her tired blue eyes. "Yes please."

I bent down and slowly untangled the net out if her ankle. After I was done, I slid my arm up her calf and smiled up at her.

"There."

She gave me a soft smile. "Thanks Cassian."

I was going to say something when Renata called out to us. "Why are you both standing there doin' nothin'? The lobsters aren't going to shuck themselves!!"

Adira rolled her eyes and said lowly. "Well, that shucks."

Barking out a laugh, we both headed to the shed to get on with our work.

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I was outside the shed doing my work when I heard Renata sigh with frustration. "This... Is really getting my goat!"

I couldn't help but snort. Who even says that nowadays?

"Anything I can do to help?" Adira's voice spoke up. I stopped my work so that I could hear how their conversation goes.

I heard a loud crash and bang which made me flinch. Renata really must be pissed.

"Rockport Dining needs fifty-seven ounces by tonight, and I keep losing track. Numbers have never been my strong suit."

Please Adira don't blow your co-

"Well, you're in luck. After years in finance, there's nothing I can't keep track of in my head." I heard her gleeful smile.

I sighed and pinched my nose in frustration. This is just like Jonah all over again.

I heard Renata's loud boisterous voice which I swear, the entire town could have heard. "Aren't you full of surprises!"

"Everyone has their surprises."

Yeah and your fucking surprises will be the death of me.

"I knew you had that smart look about you. Any other secrets locked away in that head of yours I should know about?" Renata asked in a teasing manner and my eyes started surveying the area, to see any suspicious activity.

You never know when your enemies can creep up on you and one stumble, boom you are dead.

But it was crowded and it was hard to narrow in on any suspects.

I creeped close to the door of the shed and peeked in. Adira had a fake smile plastered on her face and said, "No of course not. I'm an open book."

Renata laughed. "We'll just have to get our hands dirty together then Let me get you a new pair of gloves." She headed for the door and I blended myself in the shadows so that she couldn't notice me.

She leaves and I storm inside the shed and throw the bucket of crabs on the floor.

"Grab your things and tell Renata you are quitting." I said as I started taking my own gloves out.

"WHAT? Why?'

I took a deep breath, trying to prevent myself from breaking out. "She's going to start asking questions about how someone with your work history ended up here. Your cover is blown, Adira. Let's go." I reached for her hand but she just pulled away.

Rolling her eyes, she turned to her work station. "Nothing will happen, you are just being paranoid."

She. Just. Didn't.

I was just gonna speak up but Renata came in, bustling. I casually leaned against the wall, staring at Adira with hard eyes. "So tell me more about your talents. My son is finance so he might know more about this topic."

I smoothly cut in. "I'm sorry Renata but Maliha needs to leave. There has been a family emergency."

Adira's eyes widened before she played along, stammering." Yeah.. uh there has been an emergency. I have to quit."

She was heading out when Renata grabbed her hand, eyes full of compassion. "Maliha, I'm a mother too. And I know that look in your eyes is sheer fear. I don't know what it is, but I hope everything is okay."

Without saying anything, Adira turned and fell into step with me.

We biked back to the house, but I still couldn't shake off the feeling that we were caught. That maybe, just maybe they are on to us.

And that's because she couldn't keep quiet.

I saw Adira peek at me from the corner of the eye. She opened her mouth to say something but ended up not saying anything.

And I'm damn glad she didn't because I swear to god, I would have snapped so hard.

After a few minutes, Adira blurted out. "How many times have you done this? You must be an expert in helping other people leave their lives behind."

I sighed. "Don't get comfortable. The moment you do, you'll make a mistake you can't take back."

Adira stayed quiet as we peddled the rest of the way. We parked the bicycles and I bent down to put the chain on the wheels.

I entered the house and headed to the kitchen while, Adira went up the stairs. I sighed and started getting dinner ready. The sun was setting over the ocean and the sky was a mixture of pink and blues, as if it was confused as to which colour it wanted to show. The sun gleamed a vermilion hue and it painted the entire house orange in its wake.

I heard the shower run and I took out the cutting board to cut some vegetables. I was thinking of making stir-fry with a side of noodles. And I didn't care if Adira didn't fucking like it or not.

I cut the vegetables, pouring in all my day's frustration into massacring them. I took a break and grasped the counter tightly as I let out a sigh.

I stood up and looked out fo the window, to see the dying sun. But that's not what caused me to grasp the knife tighter.

A reflection.

A reflection that was not Adira.

I ducked and the crow bar whistled over my head. I turned and flipped the knife so that I could hold it tighter. Let's call the intruder Thing 1.

Thing 1 tried to go for my head again, but I blocked his hand and punched his face with my left hand.

Disoriented, his grip on the crowbar loosened. Seizing the opportunity I twisted his arm and disarmed him. A parry of blows were exchanged but I managed to stab him twice in the gut. Moving like water I ended up behind him and got him in a headlock.

"Lights out motherfucker." I said as I snapped his neck, ending his life.

But that wasn't the end of it.

I was tackled to the ground by another person. I ended up hitting my temple on the counter edge and I swear, I heard ringing. Things were blurry and I saw the guy lift a knife, trying to stab me but I was quick.

Making an 'X' with my hands, I blocked the knife and it stopped inches from my face. “Oh you just. did, not....Not the face asshole.” I reared my leg up and kicked him as hard as I could on the balls.

"Fuck." Thing 2 said with a thick Irish accent as he writhed on the floor.

"Take this you cunt." I kicked him hard in the ribs and picked up the crowbar.

"Say hello to Thing 1, when you meet him in hell." That being said I hit him hard on the head which ended with him having a cracked skull.

"ADIRA!" I called out as I ran up the stairs, tightening my grip on the crowbar.

The bathroom door was open but I heard the crash of the lamp and a high pitched scream from the bedroom.

I kicked open the door and there was Adira.

But that's not what made my blood boil.

The asshole was standing there, his arms around her, trapping her.

With a gun pointing at her head.

well well... guess who is going to have his ass handed

can we just say that angry Casian is hot yeah?

I will probably post the third chapter next week? because currently I'm taking writing requests for hitting 400 followers and to fill the void of Ethan Ramsey in my heart

maybe you might get to see the character I have been raving about next week?

like, comment and reblog!! tell me what do you think will happen?

[daffietjuh]

Five times Kyle tried to ask Alex out and failed, and the one time he succeeded

A/N: I blame this entirely on @likebadgal-riri! You put this in my head! I’ve never written Kylex before, but here it is. Here are our lifeboat babies for S2! Our emotional support ship. 

1.

Alex had just gotten back into town. Kyle even went to the parade. He wanted to go talk to him, but he chickened out. Alex had looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. It was the same look he’d had on his face when they were kids, and Kyle would coax a secret out of him. The same look, but on a much more deliberately closed-off face. He’d grown up since they were close, that part was obvious, but he’d also become so much harder to read. Kyle hated it.

He wanted to be close to him again. Be able to read his face like he used to. He wanted to be able to read his eyebrow raises and his sighs and the way he’d press his lips together.

But he was scared. He wasn’t like Alex, he wasn’t brave like he was. He was just the kid that turned his back on his best friend. The one that left a guy that already didn’t have much. The one that hit the kid that was already getting beat up enough.

The wave of shame made him feel sick. So he left. He walked away from the parade and headed to the Crashdown. He was going to eat some fries. He’d regret it later, but he didn’t care.

Arturo smiled at him knowingly when Kyle came in, but he didn’t say anything, which Kyle appreciated. He just brought Kyle his fries and left him to eat in peace. When the bell at the door signalled the arrival of a new customer and Kyle saw the wide grin on Arturo’s face, he knew immediately who it was. There was only two people that made Arturo Ortecho smile like that. Liz, who wasn’t in town, and Alex.

‘Alex, my boy.’ Arturo smiled brightly as he came from behind the counter and disappeared out of Kyle’s sightline.

‘Hi mister Ortecho.’ Kyle could hear the tell-tale tapping of Alex’s crutch on the linoleum floor. It made a swoop of dread dip through Kyle’s stomach and his fries suddenly tasted like ash. Alex almost died. He came so close to having to stand at the back of the crowd at Alex’s funeral.

He turned on his seat so he could see him. Almost like his mind demanded a reassurance that Alex was there and breathing.

He hadn’t been prepared for the wave of… something unfamiliar. Alex, despite his clear discomfort, looked great. A little more pale than Kyle remembered him being, but strong. His jawline was still sharp and his cheekbones still looked like those of a supermodel. The scar over his eyebrow was new and there was some colour high on his cheeks and his eyes were still warm and soft. Kyle wanted to stare at him over a candlelit dinner table.

Wait.

What?

Oh. That was new.

Alex’s eyes darted to him, and his smile turned harder and sharper. Anger. He still recognized that emotion.

‘Valenti, you couldn’t stare harder if you tried.’ Alex said and his voice was lower than Kyle remembered it. ‘Careful, people might start to get ideas that you’ve missed me or something.’ It was maybe a little bit of a low blow, not that Kyle didn’t deserve it. He would have said something snarky in reply, but his brain was still hung up on that dinner date he’d thought about for only a split second.

‘Good to have you back, Manes.’ Was what he said. Surprise flickered over Alex’s face for only a second before Arturo swept him away with the promise of fries and a milkshake.

2.

It wasn’t really breaking and entering if your father had owned the place, right?

That was what Kyle told himself at least when he approached the door of his father’s cabin with a block of wood, intending to just… break a window. That was all. He wasn’t expecting the voice behind him.

‘You know, you could just knock. It’s less of a felony, but it’s also less dramatic, so it depends on what you’re going for here.’ He wasn’t sure what his body did, just that he nearly dropped the wood on his foot and whirled around. Alex was there, looking like he hadn’t been sleeping well, crutch tucked under his arm. He looked calm though. Not like this bothered him much, but maybe that was just his poker face. Alex had always wiped the floor with him at poker.

He ended up inside with Alex, and the whole thing came out. His father left Alex this place. His father had seen that Alex needed someone, someplace and he’d given that to him. He’d been there for Alex, after his death. He needed Alex to understand, what his father had thought of him, what Kyle thought of him, now that he wasn’t blinded by teenage bullshit.

‘You’ve got it wrong, you know.’ He said. ‘My dad didn’t leave you that key because he thought you were weak. He would never have thought that about you.’ And neither have I.  ‘You’re the bravest person I know.’ He said without giving himself the time to overthink it. The way Alex looked up at him nearly floored him. Those eyes and that soft smile and the tiniest hint of warmth in his face. It was enough for him to want to try and coax that out more. He needed Alex to smile more. He wanted to be the reason for Alex to smile more.

So while they were bantering like they were kids again, “This is the part in the horror movie where the audience starts screaming no don’t do that”, Kyle had to fight his smile and focus on the actual, literal skeletons they may have been about to find.

They didn’t find skeletons, instead Kyle found a half-sister. One that had died ten years ago. He felt like he was on a fucking rollercoaster, and he’d never liked those very much. Alex was watching him closely with concerned eyes as he walked him out and Kyle felt like he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve Alex’s concern, his forgiveness, his love. Not that he had any thoughts of Alex still loving him like he’d loved him when they were kids. He had broken that, all by himself. It was on him to fix it.

And he would try, but not today. He’d ask Alex out to get some beers another day, as a friendly thing, with Alex, his friend.

3.

He accepted that he now had a thing for Alex when they ended up working together in the bunker for hours. When he had time to familiarize himself with Alex again. The way he’d tap his fingers on the keyboard, even when he wasn’t typing. The way he’d bite his lip in concentration. How he’d shift his leg every so often, but didn’t acknowledge that he was uncomfortable whatsoever. How the blue lighting of his screens made him look ethereal, otherworldly beautiful. Which was kind of funny because aliens.

He opened with “I know you don’t like me, and that’s cool, but all this is a lot” he nearly said that they could go have dinner. Instead he said they should go have a beer sometimes. Alex sighed, but he didn’t say no. It was a start.

He felt so off balance around Alex, it was almost hard to believe that Alex couldn’t tell. Alex who had eyes like a hawk and saw everything. Maybe that was why he suggested Alex should go talk to Guerin. He didn’t think Guerin was good for Alex, hell, he didn’t think he was good enough for Alex. Not with the way Alex had been looking every time Guerin was so much as mentioned. The guilt and the pain that was written all over Alex made Kyle want to snipe and sneer at him. But he also saw that Alex wasn’t at that point yet. He wasn’t angry, just confused and hurt.

Maybe a talk was exactly what they needed. So Alex could see that all Guerin would ever do was hurt him. He wasn’t even sure what exactly happened between them. All he knew was that the darkness in Alex’s eyes, the forced smile and the painful longing looks were Guerin’s fault.

Guerin, who was, apparently an alien.

So instead of asking Alex out to dinner, Kyle told him to go talk to the man he’d been in love with for ten years. He just wanted Alex to be happier, and if Guerin was necessary for that, he’d push Alex in that direction, but if it turned out he wasn’t the thing that would make Alex smile more? Kyle had other options.

4.

Caufield was a nightmare in so many different ways. Kyle found out his father had been killed by an alien, but also that he’d been a part of what was basically a war crime. The systematic imprisonment and torture of aliens. Kyle felt sick thinking about it.

‘Alex and you, huh?’ Guerin’s question was… slightly jealous? Which was fucking ridiculous. Alex had told him about Guerin sleeping with Maria. To his credit, he’d been exhausted and on his way to tipsy and Kyle had coaxed the story out of him because he’d looked wrecked. Guerin had gone and slept with the best friend of the guy he was supposed to be in love with. That didn’t really spell “love” to Kyle, that took away his right to be jealous as far as Kyle was concerned. Not that there was anything to be jealous off.

Alex’s brother had made Kyle want to throw his oath aside and bash him over the head with a fire extinguisher. The alarm going off was the only thing that stopped Kyle. Alex running further into the building about to blow made Kyle feel sick to his stomach. Would he have done the same for Kyle? Probably, it was just Alex’s nature. Self-sacrificing. He believed that he had something to make up for. Kyle didn’t believe it for a second. What their families had done, was not on them. His father’s crimes were not Alex’s to atone for.

Running away from a building about to blow wasn’t as cool as it seemed in the movies. In fact, it fucking sucked. Alex grit his teeth and Kyle refused to let him fall behind, he would have carried him out of there if he had to. Alex pushed him behind the truck first. The explosion was like a punch directly to Kyle’s heart. The look on Alex’s face was a second hit.

Alex didn’t really talk about war, or what it was like, so when he started talking, Kyle stayed quiet and listened. His hatred for Jesse Manes grew by tenfold. Alex had always had a kind heart. He had been a gentle soul. One that believed in love and that good would prevail, he’d believed in happy endings, and now he was questioning if he was the evil? Kyle hated it. He hated Jesse and he hated anyone else who had ever told Alex he was anything but kind and wonderful, himself included. He’d spend the rest of his life, as long as Alex would have him around, making up for his lapse of judgement in high school. Where he’d thought his reputation was more important than the boy with the soft eyes and the kind heart.

5.

Things just got worse after that. Every time he spend an extended amount of time around Alex, his brain would just start chanting “ask him out, ask him out, ask him out”. As it turned out, it was hard to focus when that happened.

Especially when things went from bad to worse to godawful and Alex ended up on his doorstep at noon, looking like he hadn’t slept in three days with the simple words:

‘He didn’t show.’ Kyle didn’t have to ask who he was talking about. ‘He said he’d come back and we’d talk, and he didn’t show.’

He just pushed the door further open and let Alex in. He looked as close to tears as Kyle had seen him in a long time, and if Guerin had shown up at his front door in that moment, he would have broken his nose. No one should ever make Alex Manes look like that.

‘How long did you wait?’

‘All night.’ Alex’s voice cracked and he followed it up with an annoyed cough. ‘I guess I deserve it. I left so many times, it’s only right he leaves me too.’

‘No.’ Kyle said and Alex turned, he looked almost surprised. ‘No. Don’t say that. You don’t deserve to get hurt Alex. If he cares about you at all, he shouldn’t hurt you like this, no matter what you have or haven’t done. Which, by the way, you didn’t have much of a choice in. You couldn’t have stayed, you would have been court-martialled.’ He could already hear Alex’s next argument coming. ‘And when you were seventeen doesn’t count. You were young and scared and you saw an opportunity to learn how to fight back, that’s not on you, that will never be on you.’

Alex watched him for what felt like hours. His frown slowly disappeared and was replaced by a shaky smile. It didn’t quite reach his eyes and he still looked like he was about to keel over from exhaustion, but he didn’t look quite as shattered anymore.

‘You’re a good man, Alex. You deserve to be treated like it.’ He added, just for good measure. He actually could have said something there, it was a good leadup. He’d treat Alex right. He knew Alex was a good man. He wasn’t going to sleep with his best friend (…..anymore). He’d take him on dates and hold his hand and love him and treat him like he deserved to be treated. But now wasn’t the right time. He knew that. So he just offered Alex a beer and kicked the voice in his head to the curb, now was not the right time.

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It had been months. The “relationship” between Maria and Guerin had fizzled out. Kyle was unsurprised. It was based on lies and at the cost of someone they both claimed to love. Maria found out about the alien thing. Kyle had seen them around each other, and they tried, he had to give them that, they tried to make it work. But it was clear that there wasn’t much there beyond liquor and trauma fuelled hook-ups. Guerin’s heart wasn’t in it, and Maria’s heart was broken. One half longing for a man she knew would never love her like he was supposed to, and the other half longing for a broken friendship, one maybe broken beyond repair.

And Kyle? Kyle put all his time and effort not spend trying to resurrect Max or get to know Rosa into helping Alex figure out who he was without the Air Force and without Guerin.

It was amazing. Hearing Alex laugh, warm and free at one of Kyle’s silly jokes. Watching him listen to old albums with Rosa. Watching as he taught Isobel how to defend herself, his proud expression when she kicked a dummy so hard it fell over. Seeing how he systematically dismantled project Shepard. How he used his powers for good, to take down evil, how he proved his father had created his own downfall. He’d treated Alex like shit, for years, he should have been broken or angry at the world, instead he made it a better place. He proved he was stronger than his father, stronger than Kyle, stronger than Guerin. He refused to give up. He took care of Liz as she worked herself nearly to death, he let Isobel cry on his shoulder and faced a screaming Guerin without flinching.

‘Why won’t you let it go!? He’s dead. Gone! Stop trying Alex, just leave it alone! You’re good at leaving, we both know that.’

Alex stopped Kyle from breaking Michael’s nose with a simple gesture and a soft “no”.

‘He’s hurt and terrified and he misses his brother. It’s okay.’

‘No it’s not.’ Kyle said, still seething. ‘Get out Guerin. Don’t come back unless you’re ready to apologize to Alex.’ Guerin had tears in his eyes when he stomped towards the ladder and climbed out of the bunker. Kyle couldn’t find much sympathy for him, especially not when Alex sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. He was upset. He hadn’t shown it in front of Guerin, but he was upset. He was letting Kyle see it.

‘Let’s go for dinner.’ Alex looked at him, question in his eyes. ‘You and me, let’s go have dinner.’

‘Like a date?’ Alex asked, his face wasn’t as unreadable to Kyle anymore, but he still couldn’t quite tell what Alex was thinking in that moment.

‘Yeah, like a date.’

‘If you’re just doing this because you feel bad for me-‘

‘No. That’s not what this is at all.’ Kyle said firmly. ‘I wanted to ask you out when I saw you on the day of the parade.’ Alex blinked at him, soft smile spreading over his face.

‘That long, huh?’ Kyle shrugged.

‘You weren’t ready, there was other things going on. So I waited.’ He simply said. 

‘You waited for me.’ Alex said like he couldn’t quite believe it, so Kyle stepped closer to him and took his hand.

‘Yeah.’ He said, squeezing Alex’s hand as a reassurance he was here and he was real.

‘Why?’

‘Because you’re worth the wait.’ Kyle had hoped for a fond smile and maybe some kisses, instead he got a solid punch to the chest and a Alex-Manes-special-eyeroll.

‘You’re an idiot.’

‘But I’m your-‘ Alex cut him off with a kiss and that might have been exactly what Kyle had been going for.

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The B/J fanfic of doom

Ok, so I asked for fanfics in which Brienne gives Jaime a blowjob and I didn’t find as many as i wanted to so decided to write my own. Anyway, it’s set right after the time in 8.04 when they had sex and I want y’all to be respectful cause this is literally the first time i’ve ever written a fanfic so if it sucks then it sucks, i might do better next time.  So without further ado here it is:

Brienne was sleeping yet he couldn't. He gazed at the ceiling and thought about what happened. Did it really happen or did he dream about it?! Yet Brienne was next to him, firm and strong and perfectly tangible and he wanted to touch her again to make sure she was real and that she wanted him, all of him, even the parts he rejected himself. He wanted her completely sober so he could convince himself their union wasn't just a drunken accident. But it couldn't have been, she was the one who undressed him so she must've wanted it. Wanted him. A part of him recalled "I'm strong enough" and a light chuckle escaped his lips. Gods, he really wasn't. Maybe back then, when he had both of his hands and the confidence that nothing in the world really matters, except for Cersei. But now, other things mattered. Things and people. And she wouldn't have undressed that Jaime. He felt like laughing because he had to give up his hand to feel whole again. She fumbled in bed and turned towards him. He didn't want to wake her but he couldn't help caressing her collarbone, softly touching the scars that bear left on her, back in that godsforsaken pit. She opened her eyes.

"Jaime..." she looked at him with inquiring eyes, waves that rolled and crashed on the shores of his desire. He looked guilty.

 "Go back to sleep, we can talk tomorrow " She gave him a quizical look. "What makes you think I want to talk?" she caught his hand and lightly kissed it , then to his surprise, started to roll her tongue around his fingers, taking turns into taking them into her mouth. 

 "Wench, what.. what exactly are you doing?" 

 She let go of his hand and rolled on top of him, her weight pinning him against the bed, so enchanting and erotic that he gasped. 

 "My turn!" she said, then turned her attention to his chest, planting wet kisses across his skin and softly pulling his hairs. He lifted his hand to her cheek, stroked it and asked 

 "Far from me to question or deny a knight of the seven kingdoms but please tell me Ser, what turn might that be?" 

 A fire lit behind her eyes, the way wildfire might colour the bluest waters. "Jaime, let me do this, enjoy and shut the hell up for once in your life."

He surrendered and her kisses went lower trailing on his abdomen towards... She’s never done this before, he thought. And maybe he shouldn’t let her. She could hurt herself. She could hurt me. But he chastised himself for even thinking that, he trusted her with his life and she was his protector. He trusted her with this. she’s already proven to be resourceful.  

She was there already and desire swelled in Jaime’s body. She licked his shaft shyly at first but after a few moments that to him seemed like eternity her laps became confident until she reached the tip of his cock and then she gave it a kiss. A strangely chaste one. 

He groaned and she understood what that meant.  She wrapped her mouth around his cock and swirled her tongue over his tip with almost the same motion she was doing when she’d kissed his mouth. She held him in his mouth with something that could almost be construed as piety, like she was whispering a prayer only his cock could answer. And oh, it did. Jaime had to fight hard against his instinct of thrusting himself into her mouth and down her throat so instead he tried concentrating on her light hair, stroking it with his good hand while she started to slowly move her mouth up and down his cock, taking him in deeper then letting him out just for both of them to remember how to breathe and then taking him in again.  

Her mouth was hot and wet and her enthusiasm made up for her lack of experience so he felt comfortable enough to start thrusting into her mouth, losing himself in the experience. He felt a surge of cold and mild disappointment when she let his cock out of her mouth but to his utter shock and delight she’d only done that so she could give his balls some attention. He pulled her hair and whispered  “Brienne” urging her to go back to his cock. She returned to it and in a few minutes Jaime felt desire building in him from the bottom of his feet all the way to the top of his head and he knew he had to put an end to it.�� “Brienne, you have to stop...I’m going to...”

But she pushed herself deeper on his cock, stubborn, beautiful wench and the pleasure envelopped him, almost feeling as if his undeserving soul was being torn up from his body as he came in her mouth. She swallowed all of it then gave him a bashful smile. 

“Come here, no need to be shy after what you’ve just done” her pale cheeks reddened. 

“Was I ...any good?” 

Jaime pulled her towards him and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue.  “You were magnificent. Anyone would be a fool to expect any less from such a formidable woman.” 

A shadow moved across his face.

“Ser Brienne, I don’t deserve any of this. I don’t deserve...you”

She stared at him in disbelief and then gave him a huge smile, the kind of smile that made his sun rise and made life almost worth living. The kind of smile she had for him after he knighted her. 

“You’re gonna take whatever I have to offer because I should be the one to decide who deserves me and who does not.” 

“Yes, Ser.”

And for a brief moment, Jaime forgot they were in Winterfell, forgot they’ve fought dead creatures, forgot that he was a Lannister and all that remained was the unspoken truth that hung between them, that he was loved and that one day he could, in fact, deserve all of it. 

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New/revised/whatever- List of stuff

Egos (Marks/Jacks) that I have written for or at least actually have thought about HCS/other universes for:  (Just some brief rambles about them, please don't hesitate to ask about them :3)

  -Anti,   Two takes really, I like him soft, like him mean, hes just fun to write, plenty of different ways to spin why he acts out, what he is and all that. My current fav way to portray him is a missing piece of Seans soul, which means hes unstable as a ‘person’ (cough, not really a human but not, not human either.)  And how he has static filled blue eyes but usually hides them with the scary emerald green...

-Jameson,  I will always stand by this kinda universe i created with a friend aages ao that Shawn took away Jamesons voice when being puppeteered by an awful ink creature that shares his body.  Giving Jameson a lovely fear of knives, some scars, and some very damaged vocals..

-Crank, Oh my fucking boi, a near dead human spliced with a bunch of robot parts..human skin tangled with wires and a heart incased in metal..hes a right mess, a voice in his head that makes him feel all sorts of bad.. He tries his best..he cries oil,  I hardly get to write  him but I love him.

-Blank, another big fav oi, black hollow eyes..a tendency to faint... My Hc involves him having been in an accident that almost killed him, leaving him with a very rare heart condition. He also has an aura which..kinda ties into him having a few abilities and stuff. 

-Nes.. He started off as my own kinda Ethan ego, basically Ethan who was mistreated and really lost his marbles..hes great for the real twisted messed up kinda stuff, so dependant on others, a minor murderer, and has been eyed off by a certain ice cream driver for quite some time...

-Were eth,  Okay granted this was literally just kinda an idea that..Eth became a were wolf boi, fangs, tail, ears. Hes just a fun lil pupper

-Eden. Succubus Ethan basically, but well, he again kinda turned into his own thing separate from Ethan. He's got a tail and wings, and hes a lovely lithe thing. He doesnt dare do things without consent, just gets a bit touchy-feely when hes gone without any energy for too long. Very wide stunning saphire eyes. 

- Jackie  Oh my lad..Buff, trans, adorable, sweet. I always love tinkering around with how/what powers he has tbh..and like- I’ve always had the hc that his eyes are lilac?? or gold. Depending on things.. and he works either at a comic book store, a gym, or at the counter of a gas station. Gives the best hugs. Also I love AUS where hes a phoniex because of uhm?? Big fucking red wings??? YES.

-Hen, Getting his accent right is tough but other than that I love writing about the tired doctor living off coffee and ignoring himself in favor of others. 

-Chase The fucking best dad, sunshine lad. Running a vlogging channel and doing his best while combatting depression..I hc him to have chronic fatigue so he has to push himself extra hard. but He does well in trying to get better and look after himself and only slips up like any other helpless human. Very fun to write. 

- Robbie.   Sof.t zombie lad. Drown in a sweater. Stutters and is v quiet. Slow with speech. Struggles to see sometimes. Loves soft textures.Loves attention. Overall soft fucking lad.

-KOTS, To mean known as Simon. Actually v smart, big brain, very scattered n shy and nervous and squirrelish. Loves books n plants, loves nature. Red is his best colour. Warm sweaters and nuzzling and cuddling up. I always get torn between him being a hybrid of human/squirrel or just a lovely soft guy. 

-Yan ! My fem nb/trans gal! They’ll kick ass with their katana, have the hots for Bim, and looove Japanese culture and stuff. Very adorable. Loves pink. 10/10 love to write. 

-Technically I do have a muse for Mark, or..idea? I’m thinking about shoving it into my own oc/thing..but basically he got tortured n abused by Authy so hes not quite like the real life markimoo..just a nervous mess whose dealing with his traumas..

-Bing, Skater lad, yellow/orange eyes, sunflower vibes. Tries his best, clumsy as fuck, great for a laugh when hes not cowering under google. 

-Edward iplier,  Gah my doctor lad.. I have a hc that he Lost arm. In fire..or by dark n wilf.  He has heterochromia too!! One cho ceye one blue one. He is a fucking nerd (Minor adhd lets be honest) He fucking loves space and science and space/science related lights. He has a bat plus with spacey wings. He likes reading, likes being clean and is quite a quiet indulger in food which has left him with a big of a softer figure. Super gentle nature..nothing like the arrogant portrayal we got in some videos. 

-Angus   I love this man!!! Part Aussie, part irish, a whole lot of gruff old dad with a soft spot for nice people and animals, has his own big place, next to a large ass forest. Loads of scars. Loves boots and cameo coloured clothing. A lovely guy when you get past the rough edges. 

Aand onto all my ocs as of writing this (cause you name well know I be writing new ones like..all the time.) 

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OC’S (My original characters!)

-Jessy, Cowboy-   Choker with gold bell. Lil ears/horns. Spots. Shy but sweet. Hands and feet different colour to rest of skin. Kinda  fur ish feeling rather then just straight-up skin.  Pear shaped figure. Shy lad. Likes to take lots of naps, anxious easily but a big people pleaser too. 

-Ailan and Keros. Moth n butterfly boi.  (Literally just made up with a friend, just a random soft pair of lads tbh nothing too fleshed or spesh)

- Louie - Followed by a dark being/creature/spirit... Yet to determine what else about him, but hes got brown hair, pointed ears and looks lovely in green.

-Quinton  A Hybrid of Demon and Angel otherwise called a Guardian. Quirky, Pan as shit, great dress sense. Extremely calm. Can see auras. Lovely black feathered wings. Bright blue hair.  Kind smile. Works at a little coffee shop in his spare time.

-Ori  Very pure angel boy, previously owned and not very well treated by a god, came crashing down to earth with no memories but his wings intact. Some help him. 

-Lumi  Ghost boy! Died years ago under awful circumstances..now lingers around on earth, sometimes meeting humans who happen to be able to feel or see his presence, he has the ability to make himself solid for short periods of time. 

- Lucio Witchy..dragon soul something or other- Deaf.Paralyzed? In the arms??They might use alot of energy trying to hover around instead of having to use a chair..(I mean how many witches do you see with chairs??).. Although they could not have use of their arms instead, like..paralyzed from the shoulder down- they still have them but theyre effectively useless and easily sore.. (which might make magic really hard, cause theyd have to master it again without their hand gestures.)

- Eztli, Bit of a prick. Basically got cursed to have really weird blood that replished and rejuvinated too fast/too much by a witch he angered. So he turned the curse into a good thing and basically goes out offering himself as a human blood bag for vamps willing to pay in info, items, cash or uh..other services..  

- Gallio Photographer, has hypocalcemia. Haven't really done much else with him tbh.

-Aomi Warlock/witch in training. Downright awful at it. Young and lives in a nice lil cottage outside of the village he was abandoned in.

- Lucas A moonstone gem perma-fusion, he kinda has SPD/DID but he doesn't, cause..hes two gems that became one but not fully. Leaving him to be a bit of a mess and not as strong as other moonstones. 

- Kiyan. A little assistant android!! Created to assist, he can make portals!, He works at a post office. Hes under surveillance by the company that made him and isnt yet aware of many human customs/emotions.. 

- Alex  A very confused, overly optimist Alien who doesn’t know what they are. Come from the planet Eutychia, 4'3. They fucking glow. You know  Kilowatt from space chimps? think that. But hair n freckles and more human and just as  bubbly and energetic. 

-Locus  Mer/Fish boi!  Transparent fins, glowy patches, plays harp + loves music.

-Lir  A Tiny Octopus/Human hybrid lad. Makes little burble and trill noises. Quite harmless. Needs a home. 

Benji (Strawberry shortcake boi- Cursed tape /bandages. Demi half god.? One eye. Uses notes. To communicate but also sign. Really. Good sweets maker)

 Small bois (A collection of tinys because G/T is fucking great okay?)

- Tobias. Literally Made of hair gel. cleary, adorable, aaand Eats soap..amoung other non food items he probably should not ingest but does..

- Hinto  Guy made of foam slime. Very chill n laid back.

- Glowstick bubs. (Alo/aloke -  Green and blue  +  Siro - Yellow n pink.  + Mavi (Vi) Red and silver. + Roxy (Ro) - Orange and  purple )  They’re a cross between glowsticks and lava lamps and its epic- asides the fact they have like.half a brain cell each. Lots of sleeping n lazign around.

- Theo  A tiny ink creature.  A clever little lad, who likes to drawn and write n paint in ink and leave cheeky little black splotches everywhere. A very good writer companion tho. 

- JellyBubs! A collection of tiny sentient jelly babies, hungry lads will raid your cupboards. 

-Miel A tiny little bee boy! Loves flowers <3 

Apocolyse Squad:

The planet Keres,  Left uninhabitable after the invasion that ruined the air and killed almost the entire race.

Sameal o’Ceirin (Being of smoke- partly blind.)

Mallory Thomas (Part cat. Vet, partner to Sam who ends up dying in the canon of their story)

Hamrish Benat  (Hayden. 4 eyes, soft tongue. PTSD. extra tiny heart in wrist. Quite fem/soft. Likes soap cutting vids and stuffed toys/teddies.)

Joshua who cares (An asshole. Staight up. He dies. Fuck him. He sucks ass.)

Andy peters (Strong, kind. Kinda like Tyler shied. Big, tol, but actually pretty soft.)

Adrian  Géarán  (Tail, fire abilities, likes to make little robots. Very weak n has a couple of disabilities that leave him tired n such, which aint great for his esteem or his team when the apoc hits.)

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Wyatt ???? ?????????????????

Pace- Nerdy. Finds a cat. Observer for the aliens. Is immune to black goop. 

Four - buff. Scary. Deadly. 

Apocolypse Squad Part 2  Small lads who dont derese to be in danger: 

  -Apep, Naga boi  Legs mutate into a cool tail. Hisses, fangs. Adorable loves the sun. bout 20 years old. 

Chris. Camp leader! Biig dad type, redhead, buff, likes gardening and camping, very outdoorsy. Little awkward but great.

Small child Talise- nickname tails? ..   Blind and slightly traumatized by the car crash that killed his mother and ended up with glass in his eyes, very sensitive to noise n textures.     Ends up mutating tails.  6 v young n smol  blocks n colourin

Shirin Parvis. Crystal boi .. trained solider/ royalty.  Tried to warn people before the apoc hit and failed. Now tries to protect the small group of surviors he stumpbles across. 

 Zephaniah, mutation turns him into a  Chameleon basically, just.. a human one. He  Prefers Zeph. Big gamey Nerd-  gets a pet gecko.  16. Quiet. Loves Lazar skirmish and lazers. 

Moyachi, Cactus boi!! Plant bab. Loves water and has clear/lime green tinted aloe/herbal helpful blood. Spikes up at defense from bad people 18/ 19   likes drawing. Pretty grumpy and needs a break.

Colin, nicknames: Coco,  Lady bug lad, who is baby trans  mutation resulted in a weird Red/Orange skin condition basically.  Can predict weather v accurately.       Ballet/dance, 14   Likes cooking. 

Hotaru , Firefly bby  - Glowy bub with antenna,  possibly mutates wings.. Sassy and tired. Turns nocturnal as the apoc progressed. Also becomes Colins first love <3

Zeno  A Siren of sorts.  DC/ hip hopper/   Lost his arm in apoc.  He loooves music alot. Very purple aesthetic and checkerboards.

Liren Pichi, deaf peaches n cream aesthetic boi- Nickname Pichi.  He is alone during the apoc, sneaks aboard and ship and goes missing..

Neighbours AU:

They all live on the homeworld, Ermioni.

Lesbabs:

Blake Aglaia  A human with a gift of being able to put emotions into glass balls.. Red head, quite fem, but gay, sweet, but not mousy. 

Lynx ?? An alien and human, the alien somewhat resides inside its host but they coexist. Sometimes goes feral.  Alien half likes to go by Perse  (Percy)  They have cool looking saliva- viens that run down their arms that are pretty cool- sharper nails/claws. Tendrils. Large ol mouth. Lots of pointy ass teef. Lynx likes to train,go to gym, and kick ass. Big ass butch energy.

Demon fam:

Hyacinth  A six-armed demon with serious parent energy. Big gardener, his body grows flowers depending on his moods/strength of emotions. Purple neck length hair. Great at comfort and cooking. 

Rhys  A Demon with a great curiosity about humans has a sibling, Feri.  Rhys is a big nerd, but very hard to get to know. Not great with emotions, comes across a tad distant and cold without always meaning too. Loves candles and lots of autumn aesthetic. 

Anthos, AKa Ant. Rhys and Hy’s accidentally created/summoned a toddler.. and hes fucking adorable. 

Vato - V   Hy has another bub later on who's more purpley blue with red curled horns and 4 arms.. No tail.. 4 eyes. V cute and inquisitive. Less noisy and wreckless than Ant. 

Roommates:

Douglas Connelly  A regular chubby human bean! Learning to become a chef. He loves food, loves cooking and also loves dancing. Hes a big guy, big cudddler, but a little shy and akward at times. 

Donovan Amores  Real fricking cool and smokin hot Bartender with a love for dogs. Dougs roommate. Has glowing fuckin orbs- donates his heart to a fucking god is smooth as fuck, background heavily Spanish, moved when young.

Haris Alaksim Real name (lost in translation, Huitzilopochtli God of sun and war) ) - A god whom Dono is very close with and donates his heart two one every 3 years during the day of the highest sun. He is a god / Mouros.    Donovan refers to him as “Dios gentil”  or “ Viejo colibrí sabio”   (“El viejo colibrí sabio es un dios gentil” (The old wise hummingbird is a gentle god.)

Donovans Family

Rem (Looks after magical creatures- Cane is from Haris)

Oscar  (Not sure what trinket or power but He’s just a casual store worker w/ good arms. Surprisingly good with knives- perhaps has one from Haris?)

Nicole  (His only sister Makes clothes..possibly got some ability to do with seasons..?  Perhaps earrings or a bracelet from Haris)

Javi  (Makes jam, cute boy, wears cloaks. Maybe has a cute little jar necklace or magic jar??)

Luca (Trans bookkeeper- Talks to Haris most often and likes to ask questions..Has precious books...Possibly a special pen..) 

Forest bois!!

Cypress The soul of the forest - Mentor of Rem. Very calm, very wise. Kinda like master oogway type. 

Unicorn boi, Hes rare, missing a chunk of his horn. Dont hurt him. He doesnt even have a name.

Fyn. Mushroom boy. Protects a gate. Lost his twin during a human-caused fire. Very mad about it. 

Fie. Bat boy. Loves fruit. 

Moh. Fairy/incubus hybrid.  

Tucker. Bunny boi, Best friends with Ainsley. Got some like, punk vibes about him, piercings n such. Not as soft as one would expect but still nice at heart.

Ainsley. Fawn boi, clums, shy, round glasses,  Looks smart but doesn't always know stuff. Very unsure of self. 

Experiment AU: 

Izekiel Iris A being of Paint. Hes made of paint. He has trauma from being experimented on. Slightly depressed. Loves art, loved creating. also regresses to try to deal with said PTSD.  Hard to get to know at first. 

Matty  (Matthew Libelle)   An experiment, part human, part lizard, part dragon. Much smol.  Hes fucking baby and i adore him alot please do ask anything and everything about him. 

Cult bois:

-Nero Aakil   (Means Genius/Orange blossom)   Orange bub  - Leader. Smart. Telepathic link with all cult members.  V corrupted…  (Parents were rich and ignorant)

-Mao Cerise   Pink - Ditzy, Looks after their ‘little bird’ (aka Jey) 

-Jey Michael Cherubim   Fallen angel -  Corrupted..desaturating and weak.. Was summoned by the cult and captured as a trophy. 

-Jaden Hirav  Looks after a garden of plants both harmless and some not for master. Previously Neros old pet..His  The family was alright but he was moreso raised by like his mum and bro. He was kidnapped from his garden and never seen again. The cult ritual to initiate him into the group failed and he was spliced with plants making him near useless to the cult.

-Rowan maverick - Now known as  Rogue- Red. Lost their tongue. Does Not follow orders to the T but gets their job done.   Has another voice/god/soul looking out for them… Very assassin ready, very perceptive. Wants to get out the cult but knows theyre too far in.. Cool glowy words in the air because they don't have their tongue. Possibly only lives of medication and vitamin pills..possible OD? Possible addiction. They struggle alot with it. 

P - Pax -  God who watches over Rowan. Was killed by the Master but their spirt lives on.

Cato.   Purple - Another smart one.. Possible Wiccan?  Sadist. Mean. Tall.  Scary. Abuse. Twisted. Loves being in the cult. Eventually wants to host Masters soul.. 

Gin Short for Ginger but the real name is Xanthe.  Blind. Also another assassin like Rogue but more obedient.  Doesn't talk often out of fear. 

Benjamin Brandy  (Benji. B) is Gins friend, Gin is trying not to get him involved in the cult but was too late as B had previously already been cursed and dealt with mythical beings..

 Silver bub. Demir. A demon summoned by the cult to complete the collection. Wants out, very stressed.  

Adopted AU: (This is like a mess of some of the boys but younger and in a different timeline to their universes smushed together intoa kinda cute school/adoption au idea.)

Matthew is smol autistic, malnourished and heavily abused both mentally and physically, leading to selective mutism and being a small fragile easily tired bab.  He loves hanging in the library once he gets used to going to some schooling. Gets tutored by Chris? Goes to camp and helps around n has fun..

Jaden, loves the school garden, and likes science class. His family is alright, However he ends up mostly raised by his sister? Or brother? 

Iz is the lil art bab, also in foster care of a big family, not so much abused but semi neglected. Quiet.

Nero is the gifted nerdy child..Parents ignorant. They love history and fictional books and reading and learning.

Benji is the slightly older kid whos possibly maybe a little behind or delayed or..something, they help out with other kids as a buddy? They like to do cooking classes.

DA AU

So this Au was like..the Septic tank births all the egos.

Angus first- He has..some kinda strength I imagine/..

Then Anti, Hen, Jackie. Marv. 

Chase -  He kills himself because of Glitch- also falls in the tank a second time and ends up with odd powers. 

Glitch Starts off as very bad and misunderstood. Turns out they were just highly unstable and required medical treatment.  Their real name is Arius and they cant stomach solid foods all the time. Mostly a liquid diet. They have glitchy fits/static seizures. Very unpleasant. Can enter tech, and its not so great, can get trapped. Can absorb certain amounts of electricity because of this they Got hit by  ightning once and has epic lighting scars!! Up arms..some on neck. All over his chest and back. 

Septic clone AU

Sean giving up bits of soul to make clones ends up in coma

Experiments and torture and odd shit with the egos ensues??

Minecraft AU??  

Yeah i had weird ideas for a cute minecraft gang of minecrafters who had accidents involving getting merged/recded with other creatures traits ect. 

Vail.  -Vex / Human

Snow golom hybrid? Or Blaze?

Slimey boi

Kitsune

Panda lad.

Pokebabs au

Mainly for Matty, Iz and Blank.. were they have pokemon forms and when bonded with a human long enough can evolved into human forms?? 

Horned AU  (With Troiseh/Glitch-in-the-static)

Shiro  -Prince lad  (This is their lad :3)

Junji - Battery..whump/slave/lost prince 

Isao Asuka -  Shiros Royal Guard 

Alien AU

Hami if he were..alien instead of being a human in an apoc basically. 

Angel AU stuff: 

Good omens inspired boi

Leo Halvar   Part..humany..demon..Cambion are according to google "In late European mythology and literature, a cambion is the offspring of an incubus, succubus, or another demon with a human, or of an incubus and succubus"

Ryan  Hot archangel guy: One wing, demon hunter thing.. Good kinda reforming from a less nice lifestyle previously. 

Mute angel possibly demon idk- -   Latif? Emmet? Evan? 

Long fringe shy boy-  Cael / Lox

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🌼Get To Know Me Tag🌼

Thanks @satans-helper for tagging me!!! This is gonna be a long one so if anyone feels it’s necessary, please tell me to shut up! oke doke les do it❤️

1. What’s your middle name?

Olivia!

2. How old are you?

20, very cool and very funky years..

3. When’s your birthday?

January 8th

4. What’s your zodiac sign?

Capricorn 🐏 also an Aries rising, Libra moon if anyone cares lol

5. What’s your favourite colour?

Rn it’s yellow!

6. What’s your lucky number?

Ok I rlly gotta pick one soon cuz I just don’t have one lol

7. Do you have any pets?

Used to have a chubby brown lab but she was an old girl:( BUT recently I have fed a stray cat enough for him to come back everyday so he is now mine by Ricky Law™️

8. Where are you from?

Toronto, Canada baybee

9. How tall are you?

5’5

10. What shoe size are you?

7 and a half? I think?

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Not that many like 5 tops lol

12. What was your last dream about?

Last night I dreamt about going horse back riding?? I woke up like ...she’s a horse girl, I knew it..

13. What talents do you have?

I can draw/paint?? Also I’m a pretty snazzy photographer

14. Are you psychic in any way?

I’m definitely intuitive...I’ve experienced some very strange coincidences in my life...

15. Favourite song?

Jimi Hendrix’ Voodoo Chile

16. Favourite Movie?

Moonrise Kingdom

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

*stares in Josh Kiszka yearn*

18. Do you want children?

Erm not sure yet

19. Do you want a church wedding?

Lol I want whatever the opposite of a church wedding is..

20. Are you religious?

Nope.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yes. I’m so clumsy I am a danger to myself at this point...

22. Have you ever gotten in trouble with the law?

No I’m literally a baby chicken and will cry if u raise ur voice at me

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

Not formally? I’ve seen a lot of random celebrities just walking around tho cuz I live in a big city

24. Baths or showers?

Showers, practically but I love me a good bath now and again

25. What color socks are you wearing?

Im not wearing any ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ;-) Sam Kiszka tease ;-) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

26. Have you ever been famous?

One time my painting was put into a community art gallery and they took my photo for the local newspaper except they made the centre fold of the page fold into the picture around my face so it got all distorted and it was like when Mike Wazowski was in the Monsters Inc commercial...

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Not rlly..

28. What type of music do you like?

Rock, folk and indie but I will listen to anything

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Yes. Me and my friends do it every year as a cottage tradition!

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

3...I need to be snuggled AND supported

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

I don’t sleep unless I curl up into the smallest ball possible like a friggin cat

32. How big is your house?

She smol

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

Literally just coffee most days. I love anarchy

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

Nope. Don’t have the desire to either.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

I have not but I’ve always wanted to!

36. Favourite clean word?

Cozzy

37. Favourite swear word?

Cunty but like as an adjective

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Not rlly sure...probably only a day. I’m a very sleepy person

39. Do you have any scars?

Yep

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

If I told you, they wouldn’t be secret ;-)

41. Are you a good liar?

No not at all. My face gives it away so badly

42. Are you a good judge of character?

I like to think so. My first impressions of people tend to be true.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

Ya but not well ahsgag

44. Do you have a strong accent?

I don’t think I do, but my family from the states always says we have the stereotypical “Canadian accent”.

45. What is your favourite accent?

I loooove Irish accents. I find them very pleasing to hear!

46. What’s your personality type?

INFP-T to be precise

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

My prom dress I think? I got it a Free People for 90$ and at that store, that’s a steal...

48. Can your curl your tongue?

Yeth

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

If this is referring to my belly button then, innie

50. Left or right handed?

Right handed

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Ew ya

52. Favourite food?

Ok my fave food is also my fave foreign food and it’s Indian!

53. Favourite foreign food?

^

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

messy...ITS CAREFUL CHAOS OK?

55. Most used phrase?

I really am not sure...

56. Most used word?

probably ‘like’. Yes I’m gen Z, yes I have trouble articulating my thoughts. And what about it???

57. How long does it take you to get ready?

I need at least an hour...I like to plan

58. Do you have much of an ego?

I don’t think so??

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

If you bite lollipops, you’re in jail now, I don’t make the law.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

Yes, I’m the funniest person I know.

61. Do you sing to yourself?

Yes, funny you ask, I’m not only the funniest person I know, but also North America’s greatest entertainer!

62. Are you a good singer?

No! But I will preform for myself and the spiders living in my room. Yes, we exist!

63. Biggest fear?

Losing the people I love, being trapped.

64. Are you a gossip?

No yuck i hate it.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

this is too broad and difficult but The Witch. It’s spooky and dramatic.

66. Do you like long or short hair?

I don’t rlly have a preference...

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Probably if I try really really hard lol as a Canadian, this is a good road trip game

68. Favourite school subject?

Art or English!

69. Extrovert or introvert?

Introvert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

No but something about makes me anxious

71. What makes you nervous?

I would really love to find something that doesn’t make me anxious. Let’s start with that.

72. Are you scared of the dark?

No! I find it comforting sometimes actually

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Depends. I hate confrontation so I only do it if it really matters...

74. Are you ticklish?

Ok I wanna know who isn’t! Like whomst is not ticklish??

75. Have you ever started a rumour?

I hope not...I would feel very stinky

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

If by authority you mean telling my sister to get out of my unassigned-assigned spot on the couch even though my voice cracks a little as I do it causing her to laugh even harder, than yes.

77. Have you ever drank underage?

Yes. *police sirens grow closer*

78. Have you ever done drugs?

I have done a weed or 2. Yes

79. Who was your first real crush?

My neighbour lol

80. How many piercings do you have?

3! My ears and also my cartilage! Used to have my septum, but it caused me too many problems so i let it grow over :(

81. Can you roll your R’s?

Ya!

82. How fast can you type?

So fast *spongebob voice* wanna see me do it again?

83. How fast can you run?

I would probably be the first to go in a horror movie

84. What colour is your hair?

Dark brown

85. What colour are your eyes?

Brown

86. What are you allergic to?

Nothing substantial.

87. Do you keep a journal?

Ya I do!

88. What do your parents do?

My mums a school secretary and my dads a fraud investigator

89. Do you like your age?

U know what, ya..I can’t complain.

90. What makes you angry?

Injustice and rudeness

91. Do you like your own name?

Ya I don’t mind it

92. Have you already thought of baby names if so what are they?

I mean I have names that I like but it’s not something I write down so I always forgot lol

93. Do you want a boy or a girl child?

I really couldn’t care less

94. What are your strengths?

Physically, I’m a sack of bones with the upper body strength of a new born baby but I like to think my sense of humour makes me tolerable *finger guns*

95. What are your weaknesses?

I am one frightened human bean.

96. How did you get your name?

Tru story: throughout my moms whole pregnancy, everyone including the doctors were convinced I was gonna be a boy because they could never get a clear look at me in the ultra sounds so my parents had only picked out boy names until I was born to which they changed their choice of “Eric” to Erika :))

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

Not at all lol

98. Do you have any scars?

Did I already answer this one? I think I did?

99. Colour of your bedspread?

White with pink floral pattern! (From ikea lol)

100. Colour of your room?

It’s an off-white

Ok I wanna tag these lovely beans @pe2chie @turntonightfirelight @camomillacatalina @witchgoddess @blackdressedtinyone 💗💗💗

[why-this-kolaveri-machi]

Klaus Hargreeves, scars

3, 8, 10, 14, 16, 18.

hey. you ever see a ghost pop out of absolutely nowhere, right in the middle of the street, and not fall on your ass? weirdly, you know, you never get used to it–mainly because when i’m sober, there’s not a lot by way of ominous music or weird headaches or change of colour filters before the next guy i bump into turns around with half his face missing, or is, y’know, literally on fire. 

so i’ve fallen a few times, collected a few scars along the way. this one time, i cracked my head open on the sidewalk–it didn’t hurt; really, nothing’s hurt for a long time… don’t look at me like that! it’s true! anyway, i looked up and the old lady with the knife in her throat was gone and vanya was standing there, screaming for somebody to help but not touching me, like even then, she thought she wasn’t supposed to. and–i wasn’t thinking straight, but she wasn’t touching me, i was fourteen, and one of my brothers had just disappeared for good. i thought she was dead, you know? i cried for days, even after dear old dad found me and got me stitched up. and i decided… i decided i couldn’t stand the thought of looking at somebody and not being sure if they were dead or not anymore. i still kept falling, though.

1, 6, 9, 12, 19.

siblings fight. i mean, it sucks if they’ve got super-strength, or super-knife-throwing, or super-suggestion, or super-portal-to-eldritch-horror and you, uh, you swipe their candy bar before they know how to control themselves, y’know? 

… mm, what? yes, dave, the candy bar was fucking worth it, thanks for asking.

7, 11.

… oh. um. i don’t know if could explain it even if i wanted to. let’s just say… you stay long enough in this little non-space between life and death, you get, um, curious about the other side, yeah? not my proudest moments, sure, but i’m not going to pretend they never happened.

… hey. hey. it’s all right. things change; i’ve changed. sometimes it happens over a really fucking long time, and sometimes it happens all at once. life’s bonkers like that.

2, 4, 5, 15.

you’d think that after having spent an entire childhood either fighting crime or training to fight crime, i’d have more scars that i can reliably trace to being thrown into a wall because i can’t ghost-whisper a bad guy into submission? but the others, they looked out for me. when they weren’t, y’know, the ones accidentally knocking me into a wall. or when i wasn’t high, or alive between 2014 and 2018.

you’re looking at me like that again. you don’t have to, you know–all of us were fucked up. we’re still fucked up, worse than any of the others want to admit. 

17.

yikes. let’s just say that shower sex? totally overrated. trust me. trust me, dave.

20.

oh, this was this morning. i cut my hand on your jaw it’s so damn sharp… just kidding. i tried cracking open a can of beer in the middle. what? i thought it was a good idea at the time? pvt meyers was very impressed!

13. 

i’ve only tried clawing my way out of a mausoleum once. it fucked up my  hands something awful, and my nails grew crooked and broken for a while. allison lent me her nail polish to cover them up, which was nice of her, come to think of it. also, speaking of things that’ve just occurred to me, i never did give it back to her. 

… dave? dave? are you even listening anymore?

-

dave’s looking at klaus like… like he’s a fucking miracle, which is ridiculous, because if anything it’s this man that’s curled up next to him, warm and beautiful, in the midst of a war and a time that feels like hell on earth that’s a goddamn miracle. 

“no more,” dave says, twining klaus’ scarred fingers with his. it isn’t a plea, he says it like it’s some common, bald truth; like it’s their future.

klaus believes.

-

-

( headcanon prompts! )

[tumblunni]

Okay I know that kingdom hearts has a bad reputation for sticking crucial plot information on obscure spinoff games but HOLY SHIT I just finally watched a lets play of the fuckin digimon tcg game and found out it ACTUALLY HAS A GODDAMN CONCLUSION TO ANALOGMAN FROM DIGIMON WORLD 1

like 90% of the damn game has no plot whatsoever let alone indicating its a digimon world sequel! and then suddenly in the last battle without being foreshadowed whatsoever analogman returns and gets possibly the best boss battle ever IN A GODDAMN TCG GAME

holy shit his whole fight is framed as ‘this is literally the same guy from digimon world 1, hacking another game’, the interface wigs out and a bunch of fake command windows pop up with rapidly scrolling code of the game supposedly falling apart. And then his boss battle flips the entire gameplay system on its head by giving him fourth wall breaking special moves that pull overpowered effects by “hacking the engine”, with cool animations to fit. Fuckin badasssss!!

and it also fuckin FINALLY EXPLAINS THE DAMN PLOT LIKE GEEZ

digimon world’s conclusion was so rushed, you never even meet the villain until the final battle and it ends all weird with just “something” going wrong that causes him to get sucked into a portal or something while screaming dramatically in weirdly high resolution terror faces??? the tcg game confirms that this was him attempting to flee back to the human world after you defeated him, but one of the stray attacks from the battle damaged his machine and it caused him to essentially commit accidental suicide when he turned it on.

and HOLY SHIT MY FUCKIN OBSCURE HEADCANON IS TRUE????

the game had some sequel bait hints that maybe analogman is somehow still around and that the portal explosion just turned him into “corrupted data” so he can never return to the human world. and i always thought it would be super ironic if he actually got turned into a digimon aka the thing he hates more than anything

WELL OKAY I GUESS CRITICAL LORE IN A TCG GAME IS OKAY WHEN ITS A BIG YES BUNNI U THEORY BE CORRECT

he appears in this game as a malomyotismon who does a damn good vexen face during the fight, lol. And he’s all “gahh that stupid kid ruined my plans but this accursed body at least improved my hacking abilities!” Tho its implied that his corrupted state is more like a bodyless cloud of data that can possess/copy different digimon, which would be REALLY FUCKIN CRITICAL to explaining the goddamn plot of Digimon World Next Order!

Seriously wtf is up with this series? Digimon World 2 is not the sequel to Digimon World 1, all the numbered games are entirely separate individual stories with wildly different genres from pet sim to roguelike strategy. The real sequel is fucking DIGIMON THE CARD GAME THE GAME and then Digimon World Next Order a bazillion years later for the ps4. In which i am STILL REALLY SALTY that they have a FUCKIN RAD remix of analogman’s boss theme yet he doesn’t appear in the game. The added context of this damn tcg game confirms once and for all that the Ambiguous As Fuck Ending actually WAS him appearing in the game, this unexplained “oh wait the villain was good all along and he was just possessed by an evil virus” was supposed to be corrupted-digi-analogman and seriously WHY DONT THEY JUST FUCKIN EXPLAIN IT!!! this tcg game wasnt even released in europe!! and even american fans probably had no clue it was linked to this entirely separate subseries! You have to friggin piece it together with context clues like the battle music and the fact analogman’s signature mon was machinedramon. I mean vjesus christ Next Order is a litera; sequel with the grown up version of Digimon World’s protagonist as a badass home ec teacher who still defends the digital world in his free time yet you couldnt spare ONE LINE OF DIALOGUE mentioning the name of the villain?? and summarizing the fuckin tcg game everyone missed??? AND CONFIRMING THAT THE VILLAIN IS INDEED MAKING A REAPPEARANCE POSSESSING THIS GUY??? oh god everything makes SENSE, thank you terrible card game adaptation. ehh but i do still love Next Order for making Hiro/Mameo’s canon partner Mamemon, he’s even more badass as this big tough bishie version of himself with a tiny adorable pal that can shoot rocket fists through space and time. (its funny tho cos the DW1 intro movie showed metalmamemon and metalgreymon and the american boxart flipped a coin and decided metalgreymon must have been the one the protagonist was using in that scene. Whoops!)

anyway even with the added context that IT WAS INDEED GODDAMN ANALOGMAN, the final boss fight in Next Order was as terrible as the rest of the plot. So I’m glad trash gramps got a suitably badass boss fight after all, even if it was a CARD GAME VERSION! lets all celebrate the awesomeness of this obscure fuckin spinoff game’s obscure fuckin intercontinuity cameo with the boss fight music that other game wasted

seriously fuckin hell the biggest challenge in that final boss was that i was so distracted by SHEER OFFENDEDNESS at the cool music not matching it that it was hard to keep focused

its not just a great boss theme for a terrible boss, its a really fuckin EMOTIONAL song for anyone whose childhood was fuckin defined by the first game!!!

and look you had a PERFECT FUCKIN EXCUSE for a REALLY GOOD boss battle against MY MAN GRUMPY GRANDPA OF THE COOL DAMN NAME. Seriously guys analogman was THE FIRST digimon villain! digimon world came out before the anime, digimon world was the BETA FOR THE ANIME! this was the first place they had the ideas for file island, so much of the areas in the game are awkwardly mistranslated versions of stuff that would later appear in the anime in a different form. before this digimon had never been anything more than a fuckin 2-bit graphics tamagotchi and this was (after the manga) only the second goddamn time these monsters had an actual full colour character design! all of those charmingly janky 90s gross out show styled tcg illustrations? that was concept art that this game was working from! fuckin hell this game thought up the idea for metalgreymon’s changed design that ended up becoming the iconic partner of tai in the anime. (you can also see beta tai in the manga with a beta veemon as a partner instead! o_O)

SO LIKE...

JUST....

I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT ANALOGMAN OKAY!!! he’s a badly written guy with only like five sentences across all the videogames but fuckin hell he was such an Iconique part of the development of this series that they named him fucking ANALOGMAN

like dude you could have SO EASILY made me scream at my tv in a more positive way by bringing him out as the surprise villain and showing us wtf his deisgn is even supposed to look like cos god all we have is a blurry faceless early ps1 model buried under the glow filters of Mt Infinity’s funky background effects.

AND FUCKING

IF IT IS CANON

THAT MY FUCKIN

STUPID THEORY

IS CANON

slap a fuckin O on this man and LITERALLY LET ME BEAT HIM UP

like dont even give him a team or anything, just let me fight THE MAN HIMSELF

you canonically fuckin said he’s a digital ghost now and basically the same as a digimon

let me beat the shit out of a regular businessman in a suit and tie while he pulls his badass ‘i’m hacking the game i’m in’ bullshit from the GODDAMN TCG GAME THAT WAS MORE CLIMACTIC THAN YOUR SHITTY CASH GRAB FAKE SEQUEL

man god i didnt expect a fuckin TCG GAME to revive my righteous fury from back when i first played that piece of shit. i hate it cos Next order is so pretty and its gameplay is so good and i really loved my twin digis but there were SO MANY bugs and cut corners and missing content and really bad writing and GOD it made me so sad that the dub team really really tried, they tried so hard that they got fuckin renamon’s original voice actress back even though the renamon in this game has nothing to do with the anime one. THE DUB WAS REALLY GOOD BUT IT COULDNT SALVAGE THAT SCRIPT!! THE MUSIC WAS REALLY GOOD AND THE ART WAS REALLY GOOD AND THE DIGIMON THEMSELVES WERE MY BEST DAMN FRIENDS FOR THAT MONTH OF MY LIFE BUT THE GODDAMN FUCKIN SCRIPT!!! the postgame was MORE FUN because FINALLY everything opened up like the sandbox of the first game and you could just fuckin hug u digis without being distracted by constant cutscenes butchering your childhood nostalgia

man i wanted to write a fic/draw a comic about my headcanons on how to fix it but i never managed to do it cos holy shit it was basically “throw everything out and make a different game geez” I COULD RAMBLE FOR HOURS ABOUT THE ENTIRELY DIFFERENT SEQUEL THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN!! and a fuckin!! tcg game!! was closer to that sequel!!!

and fuckin MY THEORY WAS RIGHT AND MY BETTER GAME IDEA ACTUALLY WOULD WORK IN CANON

fuck it im gonna do draw myself decking business gramps in the face

oh! and the female protagonist design! thats another rare good part of that thing! i loved the pixellization effect on her ponytal, way better than the male equivelant having a very ordinary costume design just with a pixel corner taken out of his jacket. also why did the plot never actually make a thing out of that? like you’d think that ‘unlike every other digimon tamer i’ve got this scar of my digitization’ would be a plot point. like they didnt give everyone else a cool pixel squares mark! they could have at least used it as an excuse why the protagonist is the Only Chosen One who can do all this plot shit. or if it was me i would have made it early foreshadowing for the Return Of Business Gramps, like you were partially infected by the Oooo Mysterious Unexplained Digi Virus (seriously why did they not just have ONE SENTENCE explaining its the fuckin original villain returning????) during the prologue and i dunno somehow that gives you powers to break analogman’s control on the digimon he possesses. or maybe the pixel thing is like a tracking device he put on you? or just give that cool design trait to the protagonist of digimon cyber sleuth instead, whose entire plot is that theyre a digimon human hybrid with literaly the power to pixellize themself into computers.

ALSO!!! actually do something!!! with mameo!!!

they really fuckin hyped up in all the prelease materials that the digimon world 1 protagonist was gonna be in this game and he’s all grown up now. and then he does NOTHING in the plot except babble exposition and stand around your home base. and has one line about how he’s a badass teacher now and his partner is mamemon but hey we made a bullshit excuse for why his digimon is sealed away and he never gets to fight :<

give me an actual cool teamup of new protag girl and her cool teacher dude beating the shit out of business trash with their bare fists and also their digimon’s bare fists while THE BEST DAMN MUSIC GOES UNWASTED

...fuck i sure do Feel Intensely about nostalgic games lol. i wonder if i’ll be so rambley when i play kh3? maybe itd be a really shitty lp, aaagh...

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Ekaterina Lvovna Smirnova

Tumblr Url & Your Real Name: @peakytoms // Kat

Character Full Name: Ekaterina Lvovna Smirnova

Nicknames/Alias: Kitty (only by Tommy), Katherine for all the other english people, some (Arthur, Alfie) call her Kit

Face Claim:

Backstory for nicknames/alias/names: Tommy is the only one who can call her Kitty because he’s the only one that has made her purr

Gender: Female

Gender Role: if you want a backstory for this add anymore necessary info here as well for the gender prompt

Sexual Orientation: She’s whatever she has to be but mostly hetero

Age: 19

Birthday: August 21 1900

Deathday: I mean I don’t want her to die, but honestly you guys are the writers and do what you do

Birthplace: Anapa, Russia

Ethnicity: Russian

Family Members: Orphan-  mother (Nadezhda) died on the way to England from russia,  father (Lev) was killed in a bar-fight when she was 16, she has a brother (Pyotr/Peter) who moved to Scotland for work but they are not close

Children: none

Face shape: Heart Shape

Eye colour: Green

Hair colour: Black

Hairstyle: long curly hair that is normally down but pinned up when needed (especially when I was on the street)

Skin tone:  she was born close to the sea so she tan easily, but because it’s England she is now quite pale

Complexion: a light olive (like mila kunis/penelope cruz) but shes hella pale rn

Body type/Build: slim (but she’s got some hips)

Height: 5’4

Weight: 90-100 lbs

Breast size: 34B (they seem bigger on her since she’s so tiny but its a good handful)

Facial Hair: none (well-eyebrows and like baby hairs)

Scars/Birthmarks/Prominent Features:

Scars

She has a scar about 5 cm on her chest from when she was once attacked with a bottle while on the streets (but really it happened when she killed her dad…oooh plot twist), and a few cigarette burns on her arms from her dad as well

Birthmarks

She has a tiny one in the shape of a heart on her cheekbone- like scarlett Johansson

A birthmark the size of Tommy’s palm on her right buttcheek—its light brown (Tommy says it was a sign that he was meant for me because it’s the perfect size of his hand)

Preferred hand: Righty,

Health: she was malnourished as a child and teen so she’s slim and has a problem with eating food- like she likes to store food cuz she’s always worried she will one day have none

Phobias: she is kinda afraid of the dark, but the fear dwindles the longer she lives with tommy

Addictions: she eventually becomes addicted to cigarettes after living with Tommy

Mental Disorders: slight anxiety but nothing too maladaptive

Attitude: she seems pretty meek and quiet when you first meet her so many underestimate her (also because of how small she is). but in reality she has a non-nonsense attitude and is not at all afraid to speak her mind. she’s kinda like a less exuberant Tatiana

Expressions: when she’s nervous she scratches at the scar on her chest and nibbles on her lips

Residence: she used to live on the street and would get a room when she could afford one, now she lives with Tommy and his wife (Erika)

Political Affiliation: she doesn’t know enough about politics since she’s not educated and hasn’t worked in any organization or legitimate place. plus she’s an immigrant (came to England as a child)— but probably more communist since she hates Imperialism and the imbalances of capitalism

Friends: Erikas character is one of her friends (she found her on the street and took her in since she was so young (but really, she was 19 just looked so young since she was so malnourished), she’s also pretty close to Finn, and Isiah because they are close in age (eventually Michael but she doesn’t really get good vibes from him and so avoids him) but she doesn’t spend much time with them since she’s so busy

Enemies: she HATES the Russians because they’re the bourgeoisie and ran the Jews out of Russia

Boss: Erika is kinda her boss (She help look after the kid and work around the house to earn her keep) but Tommy also sometimes uses her to help in business (he once tried to set her on Kimber and Erika bitched him out for it, but she’s still willing to help because she’s cunning and has a good eye for who tommy should/should not trust)

Pets: She has one dog (Nochka) who was a stray that she found and bonded with, Nochka is like her little guardian (She is a mutt and kinda like a scruffy collie; see picture)

Finances: PISS POOR, she’s living on the streets, stealing when she can (which she doesn’t like but a girls gotta eat), she wants to work but finds it hard since all the men came back, so sometimes she has to work the streets out of sheer desperation)

Marital Status: not married

Sex Life: HECK YES. I want her to smash Alfie cuz she’s a Jewess and Tommy sets them up (he figured since Alfie is such a loud mouth and she was Jewish, he would tell her all his secrets- which he did since its Alfie)

Lovers: so eventually she is going to become Tommy’s mistress (but not at the beginning since she’s young and he doesn’t trust her), though eventually as they spend more time together (because she starts to work for him) he starts to trust herm talk to her about business, and develop feelings (he’s an older man though and feels weird about it at first and doesn’t want to take advantage, but she makes it clear that the feelings are reciprocated)

Turn-ons: she’s kinda a masochist (her abuse from when she was young left her kinda damaged so she likes pain, but she also likes giving it since she sometimes also has a power kink

Turn-offs: she hates men with dirty hands since they remind her of her father (she makes sure Alfie washes his hands thoroughly before the bang bang)

Dom or Sub: she’s a switch– usually she’s more sub cuz of her masochism, but she knows when Tommy is being to hard on himself and needs to take the reigns herself)

Fantasies: if you want this written or at least known go ahead but i can’t promise it will be apart of the story, there is only so much time and so many episodes y’know!

Occupation: she’s worked as a seamstress and a prostitute, but now she’s whatever she needs to be for Tommy and his wife (babysitter, maid, trojan horse— meaning that Tommy sometimes uses her to get info from his enemies, kinda like lizzie in season 2)

Income: she doesn’t have one for the beginning since she’s getting to live with Tommy for free, but eventually he starts paying her because he knows how much she needs to have money saved to feel safe

Work Experience: seamstress, factory worker, child-care worker, prostitute

Religion: she grew up in Judaism but she doesn’t identify with it (If a god put her through what she went through then it’s not a god she wants to worship)

Criminal Record: she’s been arrested for theft and solicitation but because everyone thinks she’s so young she’s never been to jail for long

Morals: she tries her best to be a good person, she doesn’t like picking on the little guys, but doesn’t mind knocking the big ones down a few pegs. She also knows that morals sometimes get in the way when you need stuff (she would steal and sell herself when she needed to) so she’s not fused to her morals

Main Goal: she just wants to get out of her destitution and feel safe somewhere. Once she feels safe in Tommy’s home and begins to trust him, she becomes loyal as a dog (Russians are fiercely loyal). She just wants to be happy and healthy and safe

Ambitions: her only ambition is to better her life and protect the ones she loves, she is willing to kill if she has to

Regrets: she doesn’t really regret anything, she believes that things happen as they will happen and it’s pointless to regret and worry about things (she’s a total Russian)

Secrets: her dad died “in a bar fight” but in reality she killed him. After the mum died, her dad would get drunk and mistake her for her mum and assault her, her brother used to help but when he went off to war it was just the two of them, and she killed him and that’s how she became homeless. No one except Tommy knows what her dad did to her, and what she did to him.

Best memories: anything to do with her mum, her and her mum used to garden and go to the beach, so when she moves in with Tommy, she asks very kindly for a small garden in memory of her mama.

Also the first time that Tommy smiled at her (she was admiring his horse one day when she thought he wasn’t around, and she fed the horse an apple, and she heard Tommy chuckle because of how amazed she was with the horse eating it, and it was the first time she saw him smile at her– this was back when she first moved in and Tommy didn’t trust her)

Worst memories: literally all of her life from when her mum died to when Tommy’s wife took her in

Hobbies: she’s started smoking since she’s moved into Tommy’s (it’s silly but she started smoking so they would have something in common, she was always smitten by him)

Skills: she’s really good with knives (duh she’s Russian), she’s also really good at languages and picking them up, accents etc. (but this isn’t like essential i guess), she’s also very stealthy and sneaky

Likes: LOVES READING and gardening so much, and just hanging out by water and laying down on the grass and just relaxing and feeling safe, she loves the sun (which sucks cuz lel it’s Birmingham and England), LOVES baths (and loves having them with Tommyboy)

Dislikes: she hates when people are rude to those who have less than them,

Superstitions: SO SUPERSTITIOUS SHE’S RUSSIAN (but not superstitious about anything to do with cats, she loves all animals)

Quirks: she talks to herself a lot

Guilty Pleasures: she LOVES sweets. Like if there is a sweet in the house for Tommy’s kids, she’s eating them. She saves up what she can just to buy sweets and when Tommy is feeling kind, he brings her back some and just acts all chill and non-chalant about it, but loves how excited and happy she reacts every time)

Strengths: she’s strong and capable, she’s smart and knows how to read people really well

Weaknesses: she doesn’t trust anyone really

Languages: Russian, English, Yiddish/Hebrew, she’s picked up French from Erikas character and thus find its easy to pick up other romance and Slavic languages- at least she has a rudimentary knowledge of understanding (she cant speak most but she can listen)

Accent: English, Brummie

Speech Impediments: none

Voice:

Reputation: she has a pretty poor reputation, since she was a nuisance to most of society while on the streets, now she has a reputation for being Tommy mistress, which means people fear and ‘respect’ her (at least to her face, but to her back, they think she’s just a gold digging whore)

Backstory: KAY SO, what I was thinking was, Ekaterina and her fam, emigrated from Russia (though really they were like forced because they were Jewish) when she was like 10, and her mum died when she was 11 before they got to the UK. Since her mum died, her dad has been abusing her when he gets drunk (which was very frequent) because she looked like her mama. Her brother used to try to protect her but papa was big and when he was drunk it would be one helluva mess to fight with him. When brother went to war, and it was just her and her dad, it was awful and one day she snapped and she killed him (and everyone just assumed it was some barfight). She stayed in the house for a bit but eventually was thrown onto the streets when the men came back from war and she lost her job. Now homeless, she had to steal, and sell her body to live. She befriended a stray who would stay with her and cuddle her for warmth on nights that she spent on the streets, and the dog became her guardian and security. One day Tommy’s wife saw her and the dog curled up in some corner on the street and legit thought it was a dead child (because she was so tiny), so she took her in to her home (and the dog to since it refused to leave Kit (it was barking like mad until it was let in). Tommy’s wife was nice and at first Kit lied about her age figuring it would be easier to get pity if she were younger and not an adult). Tommy was mad as hell that she let some stranger into the house, but he couldn’t force her to throw Kit out, so she stayed and started helping out around the house (baby-sitting, housework, etc). Tommy, who was suspicious of Kit, ignored her at first, but then started ‘asking’ (read: manipulating, psychological coercing) her to help with the business (used her to sweeten the deal with Alfie and get some deets, wanted her to seduce some potential enemies etc.).

Eventually, as she spend more time with Tommy, they get used to one another, and he begins to trust her and see her worth as a business advisor kinda. He knows that she’s good at reading people and he trusts her to help him out so they become close. Tommy has known that she has been lying about her age for a while and as they get closer, he becomes more and more attracted to her, but feels awks about it since she’s like the young hot nanny, and he’s older (so modest and insecure for someone so beautiful sigh). She obviously feels the same (since Hello it’s Tommy Shelby and god those eyes????), so eventually she just flat out asks him if he’s attracted to her “because I am attracted to you”. And badda boom badda bing, they get it on. She at first feels kinda bad about it because she genuinely loves his wife and owes her her life for taking her in, but she’s still Russian and so thinks that things happen for a reason (so the universe wanted them to all be together because it brought them together). Kitty is definitely the one that gets Tommy the most, and helps him out with the business. She understand him and why he does what he does, but she isn’t afraid to give him shit when he’s being unnecessarily awful.

Her and Tommy’s relationship is very unique– like they are friends and confidantes first and they share everything with one another and trust each other completely. But they also get down and dirty and that’s where Tommy lets out all his kinks (she’s Russian so she judged nothing in the bedroom…nothing).

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If You Believe In Magic (KakaSaku, Rated T for now)

@meliss-cake​ made this beautiful thing right here:

from here, reposted with permission for context, please go check out the other “magician” KakaSaku art

And it inspired me to write a thing which was (everyone say it with me now) supposed to be a one-shot but. There are no one-shots in yunyu land. There is only Zuul.

Focus, Sakura. There is an actual and literal winged man, possibly a fairy or demon, standing in your condo. Who speaks Japanese. You need back-up, and also confirmation that you are not experiencing a psychotic break.

If You Believe In Magic on AO3

or read below :3

Sakura picked up her smartphone and mimed throwing it, then visualized it shattering against the wall of her condo into a thousand pieces. She had an excellent imagination and this technique allowed her to indulge her terrible temper without constant property damage.

She set the phone back down, sighed, and tried to draw the mystery kanji from the book into the input reader again.

“Why do you care whether you have the right words anyway, Forehead?” Her roommate Inocencia said. “It’s not like anyone in the audience will notice or care. By the way, your roots are showing.”

Sakura jerked up to look at the mirror and then scowled as Ino began to cackle. “Don’t scare me like that! I have a show tonight!”

Ino perked up at that. “What, really? Is this your show, your big break?! Why didn’t you tell me?! Geez I’m gonna have to call Sai and cancel—”

“No, it’s just the Amazing Ninja Magic Show again,” she said with a sigh. “But I still need to have my pink hair perfect. You know how particular Sasuke is about his colour coordination.”

Ino huffed. “Has Special Sauce found himself a new blonde yet to replace me?”

“No, he’s still looking. Every girl who tries out is either ‘too haole’ or ‘not blonde enough’, oh my God. I don’t think he even listens to the words coming out of his mouth sometimes.” Sakura shook her head and tried to draw the kanji again.

“Does he know you’re developing your own show?”

“Yes he does and he thinks it’s a waste of time.” She bit her lip. “Let’s not talk about him. The point is, I want this to be fusion, but authentic details are what sell the fusion. And don’t forget how many Japanese tourists come to the shows. I don’t want them snickering over my crappy fake Japanese.”

“Don’t you always say your Japanese sucks though?”

“Do you believe in me or not, Ino?!”

Ino waved her hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright! Geez. Call Ramen-boy if you want someone to tell you that you can do anything you put your mind to. I’ll probably be home before you leave for the show, but just in case, break a leg. If you sabotage his shuriken trick so that Sasuke takes one in his dopey red eyes, I’ll pay your bail.”

Sakura snickered despite herself. “He got a new contact design, did I tell you? Trying to one-up his brother again. I admit it’s a really cool design but you can’t see them even from the front row so I don’t know what the point is.”

“Oh my God, what did I ever see in him. What do you still see in him, Sakura?” She waved her hand. “Don’t try to convince me, I’m gonna be late to class. When you hit the big time you can book me for your European tour. Adieu.”

“Sayonara,” Sakura retorted, then sighed to herself as Ino left. Well, at least her Japanese pronunciation was on point.

It was Saturday morning, and ordinarily she’d still be sleeping off a Friday night show, but today she had risen ungodly early to check out an estate sale. A certain Mr. Fujiwara had died with his affairs in a hell of a tangle. In fact, there were actually a few estate sales going on at the same time, with various chunks and bits of his possessions. She had gotten a tip from a friend that worked for an auction house that the deceased had a great interest in the Japanese occult, and that with the hubbub and confusion surrounding the directions for disposing of them, this particular sale was happening last minute and mostly unadvertised. Therefore, Sakura might be able to pick up some real bargains to use as props in her stage show.

If she ever got to have her own magic show, beyond local amateur nights.

“Real bargains” were still mostly out of her price range, but she had picked up a few things, and one of them was this neat nineteenth century book of onmyoudou, a Japanese occult practice of divination and magical elements, particularly yin and yang. This particular volume was apparently about various spirits, and had marvellous hand-painted illustrations of gods, ghosts, demons, monsters, and all sorts of other paranormal beings, as well as what appeared to be instructions for dealing with them, avoiding them, inviting them, banishing them, identifying them, etc.

The illustration for this particular incantation balanced grotesque and crowded detail with sweeping blank space in a classic asymmetric way. At first glance it was an ordinary rural scene: a rice field, with a mountain in the distance. In the field, on the same side as the mountain, was a scarecrow, but it did not appear to be doing its job, as not only was a bird perched on it, but its “legs” were surrounded by dogs. Upon closer examination, however, the birds, the dogs, and even the scarecrow itself appeared to have some more than natural power to them. The wide, white wings of an overlarge bird fanned above the scarecrow’s head like a strange crown. The expressions of the dogs seemed too wise, uncannily human, with postures a bit like trained circus dogs. What at first glance she had thought was meant to be a pile of dirt or a dark background behind everything was actually another dog of monstrous size and a baleful expression.

Not to mention that instead of the friendly henohenomoji face she had expected, the face was blank except for a rip where the left eye should be. Disturbing.

Finally, she turned all the kanji into the correct kana. At least, into what she hoped were the correct kana for the kanji. Why did kanji have to have multiple readings, anyway?

Sakura tapped the back of her pen on the notebook page, closed her eyes for a moment, opened them, and reached for a gunbai war fan. She had picked up a few of them, because they made very effective wands for a stage show, even better at catching and redirecting the audience’s attention than a regular wand. Sakura quite liked wands to begin with, so she had indulged.

This one had a diamond pattern on it, and she practiced a few movements with it as she gave the text a try.

When she finished the last word, Sakura got an enormous shock. A literal shock.

The fan in her hands convulsed with electricity, spasming her muscles so that she was unable to open her hand and release it. The lights went out and there was an enormous boom like thunder. Just the lights going out shouldn’t have plunged everything into darkness, but it did, except for the light from the power arcing around her body. After an initial horrible pain she felt absolutely nothing for about ten very long seconds, during which she had enough time to realize that she had been electrocuted—somehow—and it didn’t matter how because clearly her heart had been stopped and oh no oh no this must be the last faint few seconds of oxygen in her brain and she was dying she was about to die and this is how to feels to die and—

The lights came back on and the fan fell out of her hand onto her dining room table, where it made a very ordinary clattering sound before it became still.

Sakura took a couple of gasping breaths and ran her hand through her hair. It wasn’t singed, but it was all fluffed out. She turned to check herself in the mirror.

She was not alone at the table anymore.

Where Ino had been sitting not long before, there was now a man, standing on the chair, stock still.

Well. Was it a man? It wasn’t a woman—Sakura was very sure of that—but he somehow didn’t seem like a man either… not a human man, at least. The enormous silver wings sprouting from his back, the feathery tip of the right one threatening to knock brick-a-brack off the side table, weren’t the only reason for that either. One eye, with an angry red scar bisecting it, was closed. The other was dark and burning like charcoal. He was tall, so standing on a chair, his head nearly hit the ceiling, and around his head like a halo was a great deal of silver hair. Sakura stared up at him wide-eyed.

The silver-haired man looked down at Sakura and reeled off a very dramatic-sounding monologue in, unfortunately, Japanese. She continued staring at him in bewilderment.

He looked at her again, frowned, and repeated part of what he had said, a bit slower. Sakura could just about recognize the structure of what he was saying (prepositions and conjugations and so on), but basically nothing of the content.

“Baka ja nai no?” He finally said, not without amusement. She understood that one. You’re an idiot, huh?

Sakura bristled at that. “I’m not an idiot! I…” She swallowed. She’d lived in Honolulu all her life, so she knew exactly the phrase to reel off from countless run-ins with Japanese tourists. “Gomen nasai, nihongo ga sukoshidake hanashimasu!” I’m sorry, I only speak a little Japanese!

“Omae no namae, nan to iu no da?”  What’s your name, but she knew enough Japanese to know what his pronoun choice meant. Hmph. Apparently he was a rude mysterious winged man.

She opened her mouth to say it, then abruptly shut it again. Wait. She wasn’t supposed to give fairies her real name, right? She vaguely remembered that from fairy tales. Was it the same in Japan? Better not to risk it.

But being rude to fairies also made them upset, right? That part she was definitely sure would be the same in Japan.

“Anata no namae… ichi,” she said, pointing to him, then to herself and adding. “Ni.” An attempt, at least, at saying “your name first, mine second.”

He seemed amused. “Kakashi,” he said, pointing to himself.

“Kakashi,” she repeated. “Sakura desu.”

Now that amused him very much, and she could see how he was looking at her pink hair. She bit her lip crossly, incensed by her inability to tell him exactly what she thought. She blew out a breath. Focus, Sakura. There is an actual and literal winged man, possibly a fairy or demon, standing in your condo. Who speaks Japanese. You need back-up, and also confirmation that you are not experiencing a psychotic break.

“Koko de matte kudasai,” she said firmly, please wait here, another well-used phrase whenever she went to fetch an actual Japanese speaker. But who was she going to get? Not her parents, for sure…

“Hai, hai,” he said lazily with a smirk as she hurriedly gathered together her purse and put on her sandals.

Just then her phone buzzed. She looked down and read the text from notifications. “Is something up with Sasuke? He’s not answering my texts. My flight got in early and he was supposed to pick me up.”

———

“If I’m crazy, you’ll forget this ever happened, right?” she said, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she drove them away from the airport.

Itachi, sitting in the passenger seat, looked exhausted, but he always looked exhausted. “If I thought you were crazy, I would not get into a car you were driving.”

She darted a glance at him. He was neatly folding his coat to place in his lap with precise, elegant movements. “When I said a man suddenly appeared in my condo while I was practicing, I didn’t mean an intruder.”

“So I presumed,” he said. “I would think you would have called the police.”

“He suddenly appeared.” She glanced at him again. “And… when I said he looked odd…”

His well-manicured hands were redoing his ponytail. “Yes?”

“He had wings.” Sakura kept her eyes on the road this time, but waited for his polite, cultured voice to calmly request her to pull over and let him out.

Instead, there was silence. It lasted about five minutes before she darted a look at him again. Itachi was simply looking out the window.

“No comment?” she pressed.

“Ah, well, I thought it might be something like that when you mentioned you went to the Fujiwara estate sale,” he said. “That whole thing was handled abominably… You haven’t mentioned anything to my brother, have you?”

“No…”

“Good. I’d rather he not get involved. He doesn’t have the kind of personality that knows where to stop, you know.” Itachi sighed. “Better he stick with his little stage show…”

“I think I am going crazy,” she muttered.

He smiled slightly at her. “I’m sorry. It goes against my training to say much. I know getting mixed up with youkai must be overwhelming.”

“Youkai? Like Inuyasha?!”

“What is that?”

“Uh… it’s a Japanese cartoon.”

“Ah. Possibly. In any event, don’t be too worried, Sakura.”

“Don’t be too worried?! You’re telling me I have a Japanese demon in my condo and I shouldn’t be worried?”

“Well. Not too worried. If you had summoned something really harmful, you wouldn’t have been able to leave.”

“How reassuring!”

“Demon isn’t the right word either,” he said. “Youkai are simply another form of intelligent life, one that generally avoids humans nowadays. Almost all the human eating spirits are extinct.”

“Almost?!”

He sighed. “I see I am making things worse.”

“How do you know about all this? Aren’t you just a stage magician too?”

“Akatsuki is kind of a front,” he said vaguely. “So you weren’t able to communicate with him at all?”

“Well, he said his name was Kakashi. And I told him I was Sakura. Oh God, I didn’t like, give him my eternal soul or something when I told him my name, did I?!”

“No,” he said, but he sounded distracted, and when she glanced over at him, his eyes were closed and lips slightly pursed.

Her mind reeled back temporarily. “Wait a minute, the most popular show in Vegas is a front?! A front for what?”

“I shouldn’t tell you.”

“What, you could tell me but you’d have to kill me?” She said the cliche line lightly, waiting for him to laugh, but there was no laughter in the car but her own, slightly hysterical giggle.

The rest of the short ride to her condo was silent. This is the craziest dream I’ve ever had, she told herself repeatedly as she locked her car. The wheels of Itachi’s little roll-aboard suitcase made the only noise as they walked to the elevator.

She unlocked her door and opened it, but the winged man wasn’t immediately visible at the dining table. Itachi stepped around and past her, pulling off his shoes swiftly and heading in. “Itachi—wait—” Sakura hurried to get her own sandals off and chase him into her bedroom.

The winged man was lying on his stomach on her bed, chin propped on his palm, reading one of the erotic romances she hid in a box in her closet. He looked up at them and made a little wave. “Yo.”

Itachi bowed and began, “Kuebiko-sama—” but Sakura cut him off.

“Where did you get that?!” she demanded. “That is private! You were digging in my things? What are you even doing reading that if you can’t understand English?”

The spirit grinned, his eyes crinkling into happy half moons.

“Oh my God,” Sakura said, incensed, “You do understand English! Why didn’t you say something?”

“This way is funnier,” he said mildly. “And look at what an interesting consequence it has led to already. I haven’t dealt with an Uchiha for a while.” When he said that, he opened the scarred eye, revealing a swirling pattern of black and red. Sakura stared at it transfixed.

“Kuebiko-sama—” Itachi tried again. This time the spirit cut him off.

“She knows me as Kakashi,” he said.

“Is that a fake name? Is Kuebiko your real one?”

Itachi raised himself out of his bow and elbowed Sakura in the ribs, jolting her into remembering that despite her anger at Kakashi’s delving into her box of guilty pleasures, he was not exactly someone she should be scolding.

But Kakashi spoke up cheerfully. “Maa, neither of them are fake names, Sakura. You know, my first impression of you was… not good… but I think I’m going to like you very much.”

[chocobo-sunshine]

I'm surprised you haven't been flooded with requests because you're a good writer. But if this hasn't been done already, if the main four turned evil/against the Light, how would they be? Would they still be able to love, etc?

First of all, thank you so much for your request ~.You see, I started this blog just three days ago, and I’m not even sure on how should I run this little piece of my soul. I only had two requests, and that was because I asked for it — still, I’m so happy I did because, as I said, I love to write, but it feels so much better when I get to do it for others, in order for them to read that.I’d like to apologise once more for my mistakes and repetitions, for English is not my first language.Thank you, again, I hope I don’t disappoint you in this. ♥(It took so long I didn’t post anything else in my blog today, I’m really so sorry. ;;I hope you like it, even though this is EXTREMELY harsh, I believe. Feel free to say to me “That sucks!”, ‘cause it really does.)

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• PromptoI think he would be the most likely to fall in darkness. He has suffered so much in his life, all that pain and loneliness, but I feel he was at the limit of endurance. What if his heart stumbled for a moment too long? What if, in the moment where he was the most vulnerable, he decided to stop fighting and re-joined what was once fated to be his destiny?

He would succumb to his own mind tricking him, making him join the forces of Nifleheim as a Magitrooper, as he was once created for. He would be the most powerful of all those soulless robots, still carrying a sparkle of conscience within him, the one thing that makes him the most dangerous. For he was once human, he knows how to make them suffer, and cry, and scream, all under the freezing cold blue gaze of his eyes.

This would not be the real Prompto, though. It would be just as if he was trapped in a dark and cold cage, as if he found shelter in his own suffering. His mind would be quite entirely sealed away, letting his body and actions completely controllable. A puppet slipped in the grip of the wrong side of the chessboard.

Though he seems to have abandoned all trace of humanity, his heart would still be the one of the cheerful guy who smiled at his dark life, bearing it all without complaining. The strength deep inside him would never abandon him, or betray him. Just as his friends.

They would never cease to search for him, for their joyful Chocobo lover. They know they have to be four, the four of them, to be complete. Even when his actions began to slowly reveal his identity, they would never stop to care for him.

I believe Prompto’s heart would continue to love, if allowed to. And I believe his friends, his dearly beloved friends, would come up with a solution to bring him back, because that’s what, deep inside, Prompto wishes the most: his wrecked heart just needs to feel the joy of the sun again.

• IgnisThe gentle and clear-minded Ignis would not have turned against Light in his past, never. He was the most loyal, faithful to Noctis’s cause, and ready to give all he has to fight for it. Until the day he loses his sight.

Even if he never speak about it, even if he never, never, complains about it, it must be so hard for him. It must be difficult to rely only on his other senses when sight was his favourite one, it must be so painful to be forced to abandon the crystal clear sense of him, it must be so wrecking to feel to be a burden for everyone else, causing them so much trouble. It could have destroyed his mind.

The deep depression in which he fell when he realises he will not be the same again is nothing to be taken lightly. He is proud of what he did to fulfil his duty and let Noctis go on with his journey, but all that darkness around him is just too much. Not even his friends’ words can help him, nor the last glimmer of hope inside him can relieve his pain, and it just fades away.

His bad condition, though, never lets him go. He would just abandon the group, at some point, letting himself rest somewhere far from all kind of human contact.

He might be approached by Ardyn while living in his own suffering, and offered a brand new pair of fully functioning eyes. What does he have to lose, now?

Without anyone knowing it, or even suspect it, he would follow him, and get his new Magitek eyes — a dark crimson colour, but cloudy, reflecting his hollow soul.

He would start working for him. Ardyn surely knows how to talk to people, even more how to evaluate those whom he needs. Ignis, or what’s left of him, would just accept it, as he accept passively everything that happens at this point.

Not even when his life companions, always concerned for his condition, find him in Zagnautus, he turns back. He’s changed now, emptied from deep inside. He would never return the same again.

• GladiolusWhen he left the group to find a new strength, nobody ever thought he wouldn’t come back. Not the way he did, at least.

He never came back to his friends. They didn’t even try to contact him. But why would they? Gladio was the first one to leave, after all.

When Gladiolus, the ever courageous and fierce big guy, intended to protect the Prince, but also his friends, felt insecure and worthless for the first time in his life, he decided to leave the others, in order to became even stronger, and be able by then to protect his family.

Still, it felt strange. It was a brand new sensation for him, a horrendous sensation. He tried to get rid of it, fighting back the urge to scream and run away from everything, slaying every creature that happened to be in a bad place in the worst of times.

The irreparable happened when, travelling alone, he pushed himself nearly at the end of the known world. Nobody knows what occurred back then, but sure is that Gladio faced an incredibly strong and relentless opponent, who left tremendous scars painted on his whole body. He even nearly lose an arm for that fight, and only the Six know how he managed to stay alive at that juncture.

He prayed the Gods, as he never did before, but found himself neglected and abandoned. Nobody ever answered his angered screaming calls.

Once recovered, in the urge of becoming stronger, of proving his worth to the world, he lost sight of what was his first purpose. He became like a wild animal, careless of any living form. Only through slayer, he would relieve his anger, and that same anger pushed him even far beyond humanity, making him kill a hunter in his mission. He laughed on how easy it had been.

Darkness inside him started to take over him, and he became a true beast.

A true Daemon.

He now ravages the whole Eos, sowing dread and horror wherever he pass. The world now surely knows his strength.

• NoctisHe starts feeling himself falling when Luna dies.

He could bear the loss of his dad, his town, all he has known. He really could, he managed to. But when he hears Ignis stating her departure, he can’t help but feeling himself cracking. Literally.

Nothing is the same from now on, his thoughts constantly directed to the things he lost, more than those things he needs to take back.

He would continue on his journey, though, but he keeps failing. Ignis’s ruined, because he failed; Prompto’s lost, because he failed; Gladio’s in anger, of course.

Why would anyone have all those high expectation for him? He was chosen by the Crystal, yes, but was he really the Prince of Light that everyone awaited? “All this journey is just a swirl into pain”, he thinks, but he has to go on. At least, to regain what’s his.

… Even if not in the right way.

He’s determined to let it all come to an end, but he doesn’t believe in the Six nor in the Crystal anymore. He just loses faith in them, it’s not something that can be explained. Everything that happened to him conducted him not in gaining strength, but in accumulating regret and sorrow.

When it comes to take back the throne, he does defeat Ardyn, but… He just can’t feel like bringing back the dawn. Actually, there’s barely no one to enjoy it, so instead of dying, why don’t just live his life as the King of the Eternal Night? 

OH EM GEE This tourned out so much longer then expected

[0mint-tee]

some questions ive found

Sunrise or sunset? Sunrise

Are you mentally ill? I think so

Are you physically ill? No

What is the most expensive thing you have bought? My laptop

Do you have a job? No

Are you in school? No

Are you a dropout? No

Are you in college? No

Introvert or extrovert? Introvert I think

What do you think when you look at your body? Its getting better

What have others said when they look at your body? Its so good

Do you have a particular song that you feel deeply? Right now its Amar Pelos Dois or Dont Come Easy

Talk about a time in your life where you have felt most alive? Probably when I had my first love or when i actually had a social life

Are you confident wearing a bikini?  i think i will this summer but I wasn’t before

Can you look people in the eyes while talking? Yes, depends on who im talking to

Has anything terrible happened to you?  A lot of times

Has anything wonderful happened to you? Yes, few times

Favorite part of your personality? I think it’s that im cheerful and caring

Least favorite part of your personality? I like arguing a lot

Favorite part of your body? Legs or back

Least favorite part of your body? Tummy and boobs

Favorite quote?  ‘‘We’re our own enemies’‘

Do you have friendships with all genders? I don’t have friends now but i don’t mind gender

Do you have a good relationship with your father?He’s not part of my life

Do you have a good relationship with your mother? Kinda, but it’s very superficial and we’re disconnected from eachother

Do you have a good relationship with your siblings? Depends on him, he’s very difficult person

Have you ever been hurt physically or mentally by a family member? Yes both

Have you ever had a near death experience? Probably yeah

Do you know anyone who has taken their own life? No

Have you ever tried to take your own life? No but i’ve had thoughts

Biggest lie you have told?’’ Im fine’‘

Do you follow any conspiracies? Some

Do you believe in a New World Order? I don’t think itwill happen anytime soon

Do you respect your government and the way your country is run? nope

Is there currently any strife in your country? i have no idea

Have you ever been displaced within your country? no

Are your friendships healthy? I don’t have, but i think they were somehow

Are you currently fighting with a friend?no

Are you jealous of a friend? Why? no

Do you believe in the Illuminati? Probably

Do you think any celebrities are associated with the Illuminati? Who?I have enough work to do with my present life to be worryng about that

How can people tell you are nervous? I bite and lick my lips, sometimes i bite my nails, my body is on tension, i can’t concentrate

How can people tell you are sad? Im not talkative, im very quiet, calmed, i don’t care about stuff, i lose interest in general

Do you ever express your true feelings? I wanna do it more

Regrets in your life? Few

Achievements in your life? Few

What did people say about you in school? I have no idea

What did you say about people in school? They all suck

Is there something you have never told anyone? probably there is

Have you committed an illegal act? Im sure i have

If you had two days to spend one million dollars how would you spend it? Probably traveling, buying a house, buying clothes and stuff

What were your aspirations at age 5, 10, 15, 18? I think being happy and having a boyfriend when i was little, then just finishing high school, and recently its developing myself

Describe your first kiss? Was it how you imagined? It was very sweet

Growing up were you in a wealthy, average, or low income household? average

Are you from a broken marriage? yes

Have you been raised by a solo parent? no i wish i was

Do you know both your parents? yes

What colour eyes, hair and skin do you have? black-black-cinnamon

Have you abused drugs or alcohol? alcohol sometimes

What languages can you speak? spanish and english

Do you conform to your societies standards? nop

Do you cry often? yes

Do you tell people what you think of them? yes

Are you comfortable accepting compliments? i feel weird

Are you comfortable giving compliments? yes very

Is any mental illness hindering your life? yes

Is any physical illness hindering your life? no

Do you keep up with current events? no

What’s the latest news in the world you have heard/read? the manchester attack

What have you done today? literally nothing

Do you sleep well? sometimes

Do you sleep badly?yes

Have you ever hurt anyone because you were hurting? yes

Has anyone ever hurt you because they were hurting? yes

Have you ever had to end a friendship/relationship? Why? because i felt like i wasnt belonging there no more

Have you ever stopped someone from hurting themselves? i dont now,i hope

Has anyone ever stopped you from hurting yourself?yeah

Do you like your laugh? yes

Are you preparing for an apocalypse? And what kind?no i have enough with my life but i hope so,would b nice

Do you have any funny family stories? no

Are you religious? yes

Do you like to watch true crime shows or movies? nnno buti think its interesting

Are you interested in cults? kinda

Would you like to raise a family in your country? no

List some things you wanted in your childhood but never got? being a veterinarian, boyfriend ,having a decent life lol

Is there a large age gap between you and a sibling? 10 years

Are you from a blended family? no

Do you believe in marriage? Why/Why not? no because a marriage is just signing papers

What is the nicest thing anyone has said to you? that i mean a lot to them...

Do you keep a journal? sometimes i need to write but no

Would anyone be hurt by reading it? yeah

Do you have children? nooo

Have you been pregnant? nop

List your favorite movies? i dont have i like a lot of them

List your favorite people? right now,,, vanja

Talk about the birthmarks and scars on your body? i have a skar on my right hand one i was skateboarding and i messed it up, and then i have a scar in my right eyebrow because i hit my head when i was little

Do you look after yourself? i try

Do you put yourself or others first? i think mine

Are you happy today? no

Are you loved? i dont  think so