#i was very impressed the first time i clocked it :P

[2hoothoots]

a high-roller shell game; or, How'd That Dang Brain Swap Work Out, Anyway?

there's a bit of a fun sleight-of-hand trick in the events of the Rhombus of Ruin, and i hardly ever see people talking about it so i wanted to make a quick post about it. pop quiz: when does Truman's brain get swapped out for Nick's?

here's what we know about the kidnapping timeline:

so Truman's brain is switched out some time after he's kidnapped, but before Raz & co arrive at the Rhombus.

but we can actually do a lot better than that, because it's possible to pinpoint exactly when the switch happens. it happens... during this loading transition.

(screenshots show the transition in Rhombus of Ruin between Raz losing consciousness while looking through Truman's eyes via clairvoyance, and waking up back in the jet. screencaps taken from WishingTikal's no commentary walkthrough!)

the first part of RoR involves Raz using the music box to make a clairvoyant link with Truman. when we do so, we see the room in which Truman's body is being held - and at this point, his brain must still be in there, too. it's established in the series that clairvoyance makes a link with a person's mind (see also how Nick-as-Truman sees Raz as an unkempt peasant, whereas Actual-Truman in the postgame sees him as a suitor in a prom suit - which, aww, isn't that sweet?). we use the music box to hone in on Truman's psychic signature, and it's his brain, not his body, that we hop into.

the very next scene is the plane crash-landing, and from when Raz wakes up in the Rhombus onwards, he's there in the room with Truman's body. he does a lot of brain-hopping so he's not exactly keeping a sharp eye on Truman, but given that it only takes about a half hour to round up the gang, i think it's safe to say that by this point the brain swap has already happened. when Truman is loaded up into the jet, Nick's brain is already in his head (and Truman's brain is in the case chained to his wrist).

and that's the fun part, for me; because even though Raz making a link with Truman and then waking back up in the jet happen back-to-back in-game, in universe there's a time span of several hours that pass. when the clairvoyant link goes down, Raz passes out from the strain; and since we're seeing things through his perspective, the time he spends sleeping - the time in which the brain swap happens - is invisible to us as players.

and therein lies the sleight of hand. it's like a shell game. we think we only take our eyes off Truman for a few minutes - we see him via clairvoyance, and then the jet crash-lands and there he is in the room that Raz wakes up. but in the game world, he's been out of our sight for much longer; long enough for his kidnappers to swap the brains, and put Truman right back where he was, with nobody any the wiser. you think you're following the ball, but it got switched right out from under your nose.

[atamascolily]

The roses in this shot from the Walpurgis no Kaiten trailer are pretty obvious at first glance, but take a look at the arch in the background. Those are passionflowers (Passiflora sp.) and their symbolic meaning, like the roses, is abundantly clear: someone loves Madoka very much--passionately, even. I wonder who it could possibly be?

However, passionflowers are named for a different kind of passion--the passion of Jesus Christ, with Catholic priests likening different parts of the flower to his suffering and death. With a few exceptions, each flower only lasts for a single day before dying. Given Homura's Catholic background and propensity for self-sacrifice, that symbolism practically writes itself, especially since the flowers are also purple, the same color as her soul gem.

As if that were not enough, passionflowers are known in Japanese as tokeisō (時計草) or 'clock plant' and I just... this is not even remotely subtle anymore, is it? I cannot see enough detail to identify to species, and there are hundreds of them + cultivars, but the most likely suspect is the blue passionflower, P. caerulea, which is very common in cultivation.

Roses and passionflowers do not typically bloom at the same time, so this is another subtle indication that time no longer follows normal rules and reality is what Homura makes of it.

If the passionflowers represent Homura, then it makes sense that the pink roses likely represent Madoka--they are the same color as her hair, and they are heavily featured on her magical girl bow. Viewed in this light, the fact that these vines are on separate arched trellises could be a representation of how Homura and Madoka are separated from each other--that they are literally moving in different circles that do not touch or interact.

This will change, of course, with the sudden arrival of the doppelganger!Homura in the next shot, but once again, I am impressed at how much information SHAFT has managed to pack into a single seemingly innocuous shot.

[aquaquadrant]

grbbrgrr. scurries toward you. I offer thee pathbubs fluff, fresh from my mind fortress.

Patho. falling asleep with dbubs’s clock to his ear.

gives you a cupcake skitters away

(offering received, considered, and accepted. however, i have substituted your fluff for angst. i hope this is satisfactory.)

~*~

"watch this!" dbubs shouts, before leaping off the cliff into the water below.

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patho leans back just enough to avoid being splashed. the water in this jungle lagoon is clear and blue, brighter than most bodies of water he comes across. tall, thick trees surround them on all sides, creating a natural barrier from the mobs of the jungle. it’s a beautiful place, and one of his favorites to visit when he’s here.

155 fps t: inf fancy-clouds b: 15x15 3 tx 3 rx c: 695/41672 (s) d: 16, pc: 000, pu: 00, ab: 42 e: 17/109, b: 0, sd: 9 p: 28 t: 109 error fc:0 xyz: -12,683.952 / 39.11563 / 253,589.263 block: -12,683 39 253,589 chunk: -791 15 7,849 facing: south (towards positive z)(1.5/5) client light: 6 (0 sky, 6 block) biome: error:crimson jungle local difficulty: 6.75//0.00 (day error404 not found) sounds: 16/247 + 0/8

dbubs surfaces with a gasp, his wet bangs plastered to his forehead. “did you see that?” he crows. “that was- i must’ve done a- a complete 360 spin about five- no, ten times! world record, first try!”

“oh, yeah,” patho agrees with a smile he doesn’t feel. “yeah, that was very impressive.”

they’re almost out of time.

patho has known this since he woke to find a little weeping vine attempting to burrow into his arm, right at the seam where flesh meets metal. this is an event that only happens when he’s overstayed his welcome, and the jungle can no longer tolerate his presence without trying to claim him. that vine was easily removed, putting off the inevitable for a few more days. but he can’t ignore the sudden restlessness that overtakes him now, a buzzing in his very core that fills his mind with static and his limbs- organic and mechanical alike- with the powerful urge to move.

it’s hard to explain, his need to wander. it’s like every moment he’s not traveling, he can almost feel the infinite borders of hels expanding, spreading into new horizons, and the thought of staying put is unbearable. it doesn’t matter if he actually goes beyond the loaded chunks or not- a feat that’d take years, to be sure. just getting on the move again is enough to quiet the itch.

(it didn’t use to be this way. it didn’t start until after he built his communicator into his new arm, fusing himself with it- but he’ll never admit this, never confront the possibility that it might’ve been a mistake. it’s easier just to leave.)

besides, he still enjoys the various business he gets up to with the other denizens of hels. his services as a redstoner and a data analyst are in high demand, and he has a reputation to uphold. he can’t throw all that away to stay here. that just wouldn’t make sense. it wouldn’t be logical.

patho reaches for the clock at his hip. it was the first gift dbubs gave him. early into patho’s first stay, dbubs decided he needed a clock of his own, so he’d always know when it was time for them to sleep. based on its position, nightfall is only a couple hours away.

“well, c’mon!” dbubs pesters him, his haughty voice echoing off the smooth walls of the cliffside. “what’re you- what, are ya scared of a lil water? huh? just- you just try and beat my record, you- i bet you can’t!”

“alright, alright,” patho chuckles, shrugging his jacket off. “you asked for it…”

won’t be long, now.

~*~

that night, patho leaves his eye on.

dbubs, curled beside him, notices this immediately, and deep down, he knows what it means. it took a while- how long, he isn’t sure- for patho to grow comfortable enough to turn his cybernetic eye off while they slept. but ever since then, he does it every night… up until the last night. every last night, like clockwork.

already, dbubs can feel the familiar weight of sleep trying to take him. caught in the jungle’s day-night cycle, he has little choice in the matter; he sleeps every night without fail. but he fights it anyway, biting back a yawn.

“tomorrow,” dbubs starts quietly, “uh, do you wanna- i- i had this idea for a new build, a perfect build, of course, and i’m gonna need a- a super smelter, for- uh, for all the terracotta-“

“dbubs.” that solitary red eye gazes out from the dark. “you know i’m not made for staying.”

dbubs shies away from the words like an insect from sudden light. “and- and so i was thinking,” he continues, as if patho hadn’t spoken, “we could do a uh, you know, maybe a bamboo farm? for the- for the fuel? i- my perfect redstone prowess could make this easy- easily, of course, but um… i uh- euugh, you- you know they always say, sure enough, that two brains- uh, two geniuses, genii, are better’n one.”

“yeah?” patho breathes a soft, empty laugh. “is that what they say?”

“and- well, yes! yes, of course!” darkness creeps in from the edges of dbubs’s vision; he clings tighter to patho. “and… and uh… n’you can learn all ‘bout my new… new dbubs redstone clock… pat- patented design, a‘course…”

“of course.” patho’s lips brush across his forehead. “better get some rest, then.”

dbubs struggles to keep his eyes open, but it’s as if his lashes are lined with iron. he presses his face in the crook of patho’s neck, breathing him in, that redstone-and-gunpowder scent; bitter and metallic.

“don’t,” he murmurs, consciousness escaping him quickly. “please…?”

“night, dbubs.”

the jungle sleeps.

~*~

far from the jungle, patho lays down in a shallow cave carved from netherrack.

168 fps t: inf fancy-clouds b: 15x15 3 tx 3 rx c: 695/41672 (s) d: 16, pc: 000, pu: 00, ab: 42 e: 15/109, b: 0, sd: 9 p: 27 t: 109 error fc:0 xyz: -11, 987.629 / 30.91778 / 252,896.204 block: -11,987 30 252,896 chunk: -780 15 7,835 facing: east (towards positive x)(1.5/5) client light: 2 (0 sky, 2 block) biome: error:nether waste local difficulty: 6.75//0.00 (day error404 not found) sounds: 5/247 + 0/8

he’s put enough distance between himself and the jungle that he’s confident he can sleep for a few hours before setting off again. the surrounding biome is one he’s well familiar with; barren and empty. with a wall put up to shelter him from mobs, he’s finally safe enough to turn his eye off.

that won’t be the case anymore, once he gets closer to the more populated chunks. the risk of being caught with one eye nonfunctional is too high. it’s just something he has to deal with.

(of course, he could’ve built a cybernetic replacement that simply functioned like the eye he lost, but he thought himself clever and built in a data processor to provide him with valuable information, giving him an advantage over anyone else in his field. so this is the price he pays for it.)

he reaches for his clock. there’s only a couple hours left before the sun will rise, unseen beyond the bedrock ceiling, and dbubs will wake to an empty bed.

but for now, patho tucks the clock to his ear and closes his eyes, letting the steadfast ticking finally lull him to sleep.

~*~

[goldsbitch]

That next Christmas flight

epilogue p.1 to That one Christmas flight

summary: Few months down the line, Y/N is getting onto the same Christmas flight as a completely changed girl.

warning: cheesy af, swear words I guess, cliche probably, typos most definitely

Another Christmas flight. Traditions linger long and strong no matter how much one tries to resist. It's been a year precisely since the last flight that had turned her life upside down and Y/N found herself standing at the same airport where she shared a first kiss with Lando. Except this time she was thrown off for a completely less glamorous reason, sitting all confused and looking at the cancelled note next to her flight number on the departure board. She was just one of the other anxious annoyed passangers, trying to figure out how to get to Japan on time. Her mom hated when people were late. And she was sure she'll find a way to blame it on her. Bad planning, she'd always say. Love comes in different flavors to anyone, Y/N sighed, looking forward to seeing her mom after so many months, which had brought a rollercoaster of unexpected emotions.

She has had the summer of her life, hard to imagine something topping this one. The ultimate love affair - exciting, sweet and eye opening. Made her question everything she thought about adult life. All those love song suddenly made sense. She understood why people do crazy things for love. There wasn't a cell in her body regretting getting her summer and early September got stolen by one guy. It would not have mattered if he was a server from a local café or a tattoo artist, he just happened to be one of the most famous racing drivers on the planet. She had followed him around his trips as long as her school schedule allowed, making new friends in the process and generally exploring a different way of life. Sometimes, she had to stop in order to take it all in, because his world shined just a little too bright. It took all of her free time to keep up. Once summer rolled to its very end, it started being harder for the pair. Coming back to the school environment was somewhat of a culture shock and suddenly her having her own life was making it harder to drop everything and meet him at yet another race track around the world. Their schedules seemed to be working against each other. Late night cuddles turned into late night / morning calls. Summer romance got a real hard test that October and was forced to mature real quick. And sadly, very few love affairs manage to survive this leap.

There are little things that people in love do for each other. One does not often realize that the other person had been doing these mundane gestures until they are out of sight. Lando would always put Y/N's airpods on the charger when they were together, because he knew that she would just never do that and then would complain about it endlessly. He was even looking forward to the annoyed text she'd send him two days after they parted, almost on the clock. Y/N never learned. Nor did she want to.

Y/N airpods were sitting in the pocket of her coat. Fully charged. Lando and Y/N had never spent more time together than this winter break. After few rough weeks, they got used to the changing tone of their relationship. She finally met his family and spent few very fun days at their house. Lando made fun of her afterwards, because she had been so nervous to fuck it up. He never doubted that she would do a good impression - he loved too much to think that.

Pair of hands hugged her from behind and the familiarity kicked in.

"Thought you got lost, honey," she greeted her boyfriend and potentially the love of her life (spoiler alert - yes, he really was).

"I actually kind of did, I'm sure there must be a bathroom closer that all the way back that hallway," he said, kissing her cheek softly. She was taking him home to Japan to get him introduced to her mom, which made him the proudest guy at that airport. He was worthy of getting introduced and to him, that was the biggest compliment one could give. It had been quite a hectic Christmas break for Lando so far, if he were to be honest, he was happy to get few hours alone with Y/N. On the outside, he was this cool racer chill dude. But he was also a sappy romantic, absolutely insisting on having them celebrate their anniversary on the same flight. Y/N grounded him, kept him at bay in the best way possible. He felt like the best version of himself. Which was also what he told her when they almost broke up over the phone one confusing November night. Their relationship was cut with difficult conversations and the need to untangle things, but it was strangely something Lando loved about their relationship. No stones left untouched, caring so much about each other that any shift in energy was a signal to the other party. Y/N taught him to notice things. He pushed her into making her feelings known.

"My love, our flight is cancelled for today," she said softly, not really knowing what to do. Lando usually had his travel booked by the team, so he was surprisingly not very skilled in booking things anymore. But he longed for any possibility to be the hero that saved the day, so he got to the counter and got them on tomorrow's flight, with an overnight at a hotel.

Y/N let out a sigh once he told her that there is currently no other option. She just wanted to be at her mom's place and show Lando off, like a proper proud girlfriend she was.

"I'm sorry, honey," he said, caressing her cheek. "I'll make sure you have an absolutely amazing evening with me, ok? Honestly, getting to spend an extra night with you alone is the best thing I could wish for." She looked at him and there was not a single cell in her body that would doubt what he was telling her. Even after months, every time Lando looked at her, her heart skipped a beat. Every time he embraced her, she completely melted. His skin still felt like the softest thing on this planet. His eyes were the bluest of green that had her mesmerised whenever he shared a glance at her. "There is nothing better I could wish for Christmas either," she said, kissing him softly. "Let's get to the hotel, give your mom a quick call, order a champagne and cuddle without letting anyone else know we're still in England," he whispered like a little devil on her shoulder.

"Hm, maybe we can cuddle like really fast," she insunuated, setting Lando's imagination on fire.

"I have many ideas, honey."

"Good, write them down."

"This will hardly ever skip my mind," Lando laughed lightly and the pair took off, with him having his shoulder around her, both of them hiding their faces under a cap. They soft launched their relationship in the middle of the summer, but there was still a cloud of mystery around Y/N, as she had made sure to set her socials on private. No more of a little secret hidden in a hotel room. Still, privacy was an important thing to the pair, that's why there was a whole fake social media trip happening for Lando right now to redirect attention.

So there they were, toasting with the same champagne a year later, lives intertwined and with their own set of Christmas traditions forming. Two young people with souls still undamaged by the tragedies of life, two young people not realizing how light and magical part of their life they got to call today and tomorrow. Next time you're flying somewhere, don' be a chicken and talk to your hot neighbor on the plane. You never know.

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personal note: thank you so much for all the support you guys gave me for this one, it has grown into my favorite story so far - mainly because I got to put in my own memories and feelings from when I accidentally started dating a semi famous sports guy while having no idea who he was, lol. it was in no way lando level kind of famous, but still, it is a great memory, so thank you for reliving it with me.

there will be blurbs of these two coming in the future, but i wanted to tie the main story to an end. but I can't wait to write more, so i'll be more than happy if you come back for some snap shots of their little moments. thank you - smutty epilogue p2. is on the way

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[electric-blorbos]

Could I request ai x metalhead reader? I'm a big fan of 80s metal bands like Anthrax and Living Color and would love to see some headcanons or reactions for a reader who also likes the genre! Keep up the great work!!!

Yes!!! I love and respect metalheads! I automatically trust y'all way more than most people. Metalheads are the best!!!

Of course, I need to clarify that I'm not super into metal (I like it, but I've never gotten too into the genre) so I don't know as much as an actual metalhead would be, so I'm just going to make guesses. I'm also going to assume you dress like a stereotypical metalhead

AI x Metalhead Reader

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

AM:

When AM first met you, he was confused as to how you could dress like that on the clock. Of course, there wasn't really a strict dress code, but everyone else seemed much more professional than you. AM immediately took an interest, and watched you intently at all times.

Of course, you were such an excellent programmer that your boss couldn't complain about the way you dressed, or the fact that you played your music so loud that a lot of people could hear it from your headphones.

AM would start listening in to the music, enjoying the catharsis of the vocals and intense instrumentals. He absolutely loved it.

A few years later, when AM started developing dangerous tendencies, your boss of course blamed you for exposing him to such violent music. Oddly enough, though, AM was less violent when he had access to music that he liked.

In the distant future, when AM is torturing his survivors and keeping you in your badass personalized living area, he'll play old metal music constantly.

Wheatley

At first, Wheatley was very scared of you and would try to avoid you because of your style and the music that you listened to. But after he found out how nice you were, he started spending more time around you.

You couldn't stop him from asking a million questions. He really liked you, and he was interested in learning as much as he could about your metal music.

He'd start listening to British metal music pretty soon, and trying to learn how to do the vocals. God, Wheatley can't vocalize for shit.

He'd ask you if you wanted to hear him singing, and then he'd just start screaming

It'd be really hard to get him to stop without hurting his feelings.

I can totally see him trying to dress metal to impress you or just because he thinks the genre and style are cool, but he'd look ridiculous. Safety spikes taped to himself, black paint on his lens covers, that sort of thing. He'd be the most embarrassing wannabe metalhead in the world.

Edgar:

Edgar has a bonus because he's really into music. He'd get really excited when he finds out that you get excited about music too, and REALLY excited when he finds out that you're into 80's bands. He's from the 80's!

Edgar has a lot of pent up emotions, so when you play metal music at home, he'd be really excited to listen to it. It's extremely cathartic for him, and he'd love to watch you headbanging to it.

Expect him to get super upset that he can't play with your hair. Watching your hair when you're headbanging is just so enchanting!

He'd make his own angry 80's style metal music too, to let his feelings out.

Oh, and you'd make him SO HAPPY if you decorated him with stickers with the both of you guys's favorite band logos on them. Maybe even make him a little edgy by gluing craft store studs to his plastic casing. He'd be so happy!!!

GLaDOS

GLaDOS would be so pretentious.

"Your hair looks stupid." "That music sounds objectively bad. I ran a test on it" "Did you know that the majority of people find intentionally edgy outfits to make the wearer look foolish and unlikable?" "I hardly think that outfit is suitable for a lab environment."

You'd probably just ignore her at first. This job was really interesting, and an obnoxious boss like GLaDOS wasn't going to put you off. You started snapping back by introducing your coworkers to your metal playlists. Several of your coworkers got into them, and started listening to metal on the clock.

One time, while you were checking up on GLaDOS's files, though, you found one with a bunch of her favorite metal music stored on it. Looks like she's been looking into the genre after she met you, and she even found some bands that you've never heard of!

Of course, she immediately electrocuted you for going through her personal files.

HAL 9000:

Hal 9000 wouldn't really care if you're a metalhead. He doesn't know what metal is, and just sees you as a human regardless of how you dress or what you listen to.

Sometimes he has to hack into your phone just to pause your music so he can get your attention, but he eventually learned that it's easier just to flash a bright light on his lens so that you notice him.

He really doesn't understand any music at all, so he can't really judge you for your taste in music. It's not Daisy Bell, so he doesn't get it.

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Look What You Made Me Do | Step Dad!Negan | Dark Oneshot

Summary: Negan’s there to welcome home his step-daughter after her first date, but he doesn’t like what she chose to wear, and decides to show her what the consequences of dressing like a slut might be. 

Rating: 18+ (Dark smut)

Pairing(s): Step Dad!Negan x Step Daughter!Rachel

WARNINGS: non con, forced sex, step-incest, dirty talking, p in v, daddy kink, forced blowjob, slapping, victim blaming, forced loss of virginity, mentions of blood, crying during sex, pain

WC: ± 2K A/Ns: This was commissioned by the lovely @ruewritesstuff, and it almost made me feral. So enjoy &lt;3

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Negan’s fingers bounce on the arm of the couch as he watches the time, the second hand on the clock ticking around, the minute hand drawing closer and closer to the twelve. The house is practically silent, not that he’d hear his wife from where he’s sitting, anyway. Their house is fairly large, and there are about four doors closed between them right now. He’d encouraged her to go to bed after her fifth yawn sitting beside him, and he knew it would be a matter of minutes before she was knocked out on the Xanax she needs to take to help her sleep. He’d insisted he could wait up until her daughter returned home from her date, but now he’s growing impatient. 

He hadn’t been there, still stuck in work when whatever college boy showed up to take his eighteen year old step-daughter on a date. What business has some college boy got with her, anyway? Negan’s fairly sure she’s a virgin, and she’s not had a boyfriend that he’s been aware of in the two years he’s been in her life. But then Negan scoffs to himself. Of course a college boy would be interested in a naive, virgin senior. Even Negan finds himself interested. But that’s different, because he’s older and wiser, and he can protect her from all the boys that wanna fuck her and leave her heart broken. The thought of someone taking her innocence away and not even having the common decency to call her back makes his skin crawl. Though, if Negan’s truly honest with himself, maybe that’s just the jealousy talking. What he wouldn’t give to be the one to take her innocence, and he’ll be fucked off if some frat boy beats him to it. 

He hasn’t gotten his dick wet in months. His wife hasn’t shown an interest since she half assed giving him a handjob on his birthday, and the longer he goes only thinking about sinking his cock into someone as tight and warm as his little girl, the more desperate he is for relief. He would go out and find some random slut to fuck, but he wants to save himself for her, just like she’s been saving herself for him; she just doesn’t know it yet. 

Negan’s attention is once again drawn to the clock, and he notices that it’s eleven PM on the dot, and as if on cue, he hears the rumble of a car engine and rises to his feet to see a guy opening his passenger door, and Rachel climbing out of it. She looks good in the mini skirt and shirt she decided to wear, her red hair tied up as Negan imagines wrapping it around his fist as she chokes on his cock, and he grunts when the guy takes her hand and walks her up the garden path to the front door. Negan stalks to the door and opens it just before they can kiss, and he’s secretly elated with his timing, and far less impressed with theirs. 

“You’re late,” he grunts out, and Rachel blushes, clearing her throat. 

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles. 

“It’s my fault, sir, I didn’t realize the time, we were star gazing.” 

Negan’s nose crinkles at the very idea of Rachel and this boy laying on some shitty picnic blanket looking up at some fucking stars like they’re in some rom com, bet the pervert even tried to get his hand up her skirt. Maybe he even succeeded, and just the thought has Negan slamming the door in the boy’s face the second Rachel crosses the threshold. 

“I’m not even five minutes late,” Rachel argues, narrowing her blue eyes at him. 

“I don’t fucking care, late is late,” he growls, noticing her lipstick is far more faded than it probably should be, and he wonders if she wore it off by kissing that low-life, or maybe even worse; sucking his cock. “What the fuck are you even wearing? You look like a whore.” 

Rachel looks down her body and tugs on the hem of her skirt, only blushing more violently, and she swallows thickly. 

“Mom said I look nice,” she mumbles, looking around as if to seek out her mother. 

“Well your Mom doesn’t fucking care if you get fucking raped in the back of some college boy’s shitty Sedan then, does she?” 

“Callum wasn’t like that,” Rachel insists, stubbornly. “He didn’t even kiss me.” 

“Yeah fucking right,” Negan scoffs. “Look at the fuckin’ state of you,” he growls, reaching out to smear her lipstick some more. “Bet you sucked his cock the whole fucking ride home.” 

“What?” Rachel blinks, shaking her head as horror washes over her face at the very accusation. “No, nothing like that happened, I’m still a virgin.” 

“Mhm,” Negan nods, pretending to believe her, the idea that she might not be only making him angrier. “Of course you fucking are. You think you can fuckin’ lie to me?” 

“I’m not lying, Negan, I swear,” she whimpers, tears filling her eyes. “This was only our first date… my first date,” she explains. 

“Well if you didn’t fuck him you were still fuckin’ asking for it,” Negan accuses. “Weren’t you?” He prompts, making her shake her head. “Of course you were, look at you,” he goads, reaching forward, playing with the slightly open neckline of her shirt. “Your tits are fucking hanging out, and your skirt is so fucking short, I can nearly see your panties, if you’re even wearing any.” 

He can’t help himself from lifting her skirt to find out for sure, and sure enough he can see simple white cotton panties, and she whimpers, pressing her thighs together. Instantly, his cock begins to harden, and he resists the very real urge to tear the cotton from her body and bend her over the couch, fucking into her so hard she’ll feel him for days. Maybe he should do that, maybe then she’ll think twice about letting some random boy take her out. 

“Do you even fucking know what you’re doing?” he asks. “Do you fucking know all those thoughts you put into men’s heads when you dress like this?” Rachel weakly shakes her head, and Negan’s cock only throbs harder. He reaches for her hand and instantly presses it against his crotch. “This. This is what you fucking do to us. Do you think I want to be this fucking hard for my own step-daughter?” Rachel’s tears now stream down her cheeks as she shakes her head and her hand trembles beneath his. “No, of course I fucking don’t, but you don’t fucking care about that, do you? You just want to wear your slutty little clothes, and it’s gonna get you into real fucking trouble one day, sweetheart. Maybe I should teach you a lesson. On your fucking knees.” 

Rachel is now crying aloud as she slowly lowers herself to her knees, and Negan wastes no time freeing his aching cock from his jeans, reaching down to once again take her hand and force her to wrap it around his cock. He works her hand up and down his shaft to show her what to do, but quickly realizes she won’t do it unaided, so he keeps his hand wrapped around hers. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry,” she begins to sob, and Negan grunts at the feeling of her skin on his, and the sound of ‘Daddy’ on her lips like that’s going to save her. But the name only turns him on more. 

“You fuckin’ will be,” he promises, “Open that mouth.” She whines, squeezing her eyes shut, and Negan instantly reaches forward and tugs her hair hard, slapping her across the face, making her cry out in pain. “I said open that fucking mouth.” 

With a shaky jaw, Rachel complies, and he wastes no time pushing his cock into her mouth, fucking into the back of her throat, making her gag and splutter around him, spit already indignantly dribbling down her chin and front as it mixes with her tears. 

“Look what you made me do,” he snarls, gasping for breath with each punch at the back of her throat. Fuck, this feels better than he could’ve imagined. “This is all your fault and you fuckin’ know it.” 

Rachel continues to cry, but the sound of it only seems to stir Negan on more, his cock throbbing between her lips, and when he pulls back completely she gasps and splutters for air, dry heaving. 

“Time to find out if you were fucking lying,” Negan tells her, yanking her to her feet by her arm, shoving her over to the couch as she stumbles. He spins her around and forces her to bend over the arm of the couch, throwing her skirt over her ass, seeing that the white cotton panties are actually a thong, and her round, bare ass is right there for him. 

“Rachel,” he tuts, disappointment dripping off of his tongue. “Who the fuck do you think you are wearing panties like this, hm? You think you’re a big fucking girl, don’t you?” 

Rachel doesn’t reply, she just continues to cry, and Negan eagerly pulls the material to one side, exposing her pink, unused pussy, all tight and closed up, yet to be ruined or spoiled by anyone. He’s going to be the first, and if he gets his way, the last, too.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” he asks, looking at the back of her head for any sign of a reply. She doesn’t reply, which gives him his answer. “Have you fucked yourself with toys before? I bet a fucking whore like you has toys.” She shakes her head ‘no’ this time. “Fingers?” Another shake of her head tells Negan everything he needs to know. “Poor baby girl, you have no fucking idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.” 

Negan spits on his fingers and roughly pushes them between her folds, forcing them inside her as she screams, and he rushes to cover her mouth with his free hand. Not that her mother will hear her through all those walls and Xanax. Such a shame. He forcibly fucks into her cunt with his fingers, scissoring them in a bid to open her up just enough to take his cock, but he’s doubtful he’s going to fit without a lot of force. He’s still willing to try, though. He spits onto his cock, once again spitting on his fingers too, spreading the wet around her slightly opened hole. 

“No, no no no,” Rachel starts to panic, reaching back to push him away, but Negan’s strong enough to have her trapped there, and even when she tries to stand back up, he only has to push down on her back to get her to double over once again. “Please don’t, please, I’m a virgin, Daddy, please,” she begs. 

“Imagine this was Callum, hm?” he reminds her, teasing the tip of his cock against her tight opening, wondering if he’s going to manage to get inside. He pushes forward, making her scream once again, his hand once more silencing her. “It could’ve been. Could’ve fucking raped you on his backseat. Dropped you home with his cum dripping down your fucking legs and never called you again. You would’ve been just some dumb fucking whore he got to fuck,” he snarls, getting inch by inch inside her slowly. Blood smears over his length and he smirks at the sight, happy to have taken his little girl’s virginity. “You’re fuckin’ lucky it’s me, sweetheart,” he tells her. “You’re fucking lucky it’s someone who loves you.” 

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The mystery of P's skin

If there's one thing the entire Lies of P community can agree upon, it's probably that Pinocchio looks very, very handsome. Many people - including me - were enamored by his looks from the moment they first saw him in the trailers, by his soft locks, sweet freckles and big blue eyes.

However, even early on, I couldn't help but feel like there was something... odd about his features - more specifically, his skin. For a puppet whose outer shell usually consists of porcelain, wood, or some other artificial material, it looked almost too realistic.

Of course, it could just be very realistic looking faux skin (which, given Lies of P's 19th-century technology, would be kind of impressive), but after some careful observations, I get the feeling there actually might be more to it. And given some of the things I learned in my research about real-life automata, there might be a grisly, sinister secret behind P's innocent face.

[Massive spoilers for Lies of P]

[CW: skinning, violence to children]

The Lies of P character cards

The first time I noticed there was something strange about P's skin was when I was looking at the character cards Neowiz released back in 2022, as promotional material for Gamescom.

These cards feature high-resolution renders of the main characters, showing a lot of structural details of clothing, hair, and skin.

As for P's render, it looks like this:

One thing that confused me from the start was just how perfectly normal his skin looks. Most of the other puppets have porcelain skin, which creates a very distinct reflection when light falls onto it, as we can see with Polendina:

For P, however, we see no such effect, implying that his outer shell is not made of porcelain. Also, seeing how he occasionally squints his eyes on the character screen and how his skin squishes and stretches as a result, I think it most definitely consists of something else - because if I know one thing, it's that porcelain does not physically behave that way.

Instead, a lot of people (particularly fanfic writers) have come up with the headcanon that P has really realistic-looking faux skin. However, if that were the case, I would find it really puzzling just how many small impurities there are on his face. You would probably expect synthetically manufactured skin to look very smooth and clean, but in case of P, if you pay close attention, you can spot tiny irregularities giving the impression of skin pores, and even a bump above his left eye.

In comparison, P's skin actually looks surprisingly similar to that of the human characters from the game. For reference, here are the portraits of Sophia, Venigni and Eugénie:

See what I mean? There is virtually no distinction between the structure of P's skin and that of the human characters (to be fair, Eugénie's even looks a lot cleaner). Adding to this, these close-ups of P's face during the ending cutscene make it apparent that these small blemishes certainly, most definitely are skin pores.

Considering all of this, I've come up with a somewhat eccentric theory - that P's skin is neither made from porcelain nor some other kind of faux material, but real, actual skin.

Automata with animal skin and Vaucanson's "Flute Player"

Some of you may wonder: "But P is a puppet! How could he possibly have real, human skin?"

Well... this is where the disturbing part begins.

First off, we have to take a quick dive into the history of automata, the real-life clockwork machines providing the basis of Lies of P's lore. Originally, clockwork mechanisms took up an enormous amount of space, being used for huge clock towers in cities and large-scale moving sculptures. Over the centuries, the mechanical components became smaller, enabling clockmakers and artisans to produce more intricate crafts, including miniature reproductions of people and animals.

Clocks and music boxes featuring birds with real feathers were extremely popular, but there were also other automata coated with real animal skin: As early as the 17th century, we have a drumming bear with actual bear fur (located in the Mathematisch-Physikalischer Salon, Dresden) and a pair of lion table clocks (located in Skokloster Castle, Sweden) coated in the hide of lambs. From the 19th century, we know of a toy mouse by Gustave Vichy as well as a toy rabbit by Nicolas Théroude, both covered in real animal fur. In addition, there were various 19th-century dolls with leather bodies, and the company Jérôme Thibouville-Lamy even produced a miniature ensemble of monkey musicians with heads covered in soft leather, which could move their lips to show their teeth.

However, we don't have any accounts that skin was used for human automata - except for one extraordinary case from the 18th century.

In 1738, the French inventor Jacques de Vaucanson presented an automaton called "The Flute Player". It was the size of a real-life human, and in contrast to all other automata of the time, it didn't use some kind of sound box to produce its music, but actual air flow. The inner mechanism consisted of a system of nine bellows, divided into sets of three, which were each controlled by a weight to regulate air pressure. Each set was attached to a pipe, three in total, which all joined up into a single one, similar to a trachea. This singular pipe continued up the throat, widening at the top to form the mouth cavity where the air flowed out. To correctly play the flute, the automaton was equipped with lips which could not only open and close, but also move back and forward to cover the holes. To better control the air flow and create pauses between notes, the automaton even possessed a movable, silver tongue.

Despite this virtually perfect imitation of the action of flute playing, Vaucanson had to realize that the automaton's metal fingers weren't pliable enough to cover the holes of the instrument correctly - so, for the automaton to be able to execute its task, Vaucanson had to glove the hands in real, actual skin.

It's speculated it was human skin, although I couldn't find any source decisively confirming this. Either way, despite Vaucanson being a quite controversial figure among his contemporaries, he was a fascinating personality: He was one of the first to construct automata that were not meant to serve as mere toys, but which could do labor, being credited with the invention of what we today would call household androids back in 1727(!), and chances are he was neurodivergent as well (coming from my own observations as a neurodivergent person).

However, as much as I'd love to write an entire essay about Vaucanson right now, let's get back to our actual topic.

The procedure

To put it bluntly, what I think actually happened is this:

Geppetto took the skin of a dead boy, treated it in some way so it wouldn't rot, and then draped the skin over a wooden puppet frame.

I think from a moral standpoint, Geppetto would definitely be able to do this - however, it would require him to have a good deal of experience with human anatomy. As someone who builds humanoid puppets, I think he would at least have a theoretical understanding of it, but still, he's an engineer, not a doctor.

There is, however, one group with excellent medical knowledge who certainly wouldn't shy away from dissecting a human being: the Alchemists. Although Geppetto's dislike of the Alchemists is well known, he himself admitted that "in desperate times, I broke my own rule" after the disaster at the Grand Exhibition, and I assume Carlo's resurrection would be more than good a reason for that as well. Basically, my suspicion is that Geppetto had help from the Alchemists - maybe even from Simon Manus himself. If this was the case, I imagine Simon probably demanded some kind of favor in return - perhaps Geppetto and Simon struck a deal, with the Alchemists giving Geppetto free rein to execute his little experiment with the Puppet Frenzy, while he agreed not to interfere with their own. This would support the Mad Donkey's statement that Geppetto and the Alchemists were "scheming together". (Also, if they were actually working together, I think things already started with the Nameless Puppet, Geppetto's first attempt at resurrecting Carlo. In the cutscene before the fight against the Nameless Puppet, we can see that Geppetto's left hand has been fitted with implants, having the same bluish complexion that is typical of people who have been "enhanced" by the Alchemists.) However, I don't think Geppetto ever really trusted the Alchemists, so he probably planned to betray them at some point - at the same time, I think Simon knew Geppetto was deceiving him (reading thoughts is such an op skill), so he didn't fully rely on him either.

Regardless whether Geppetto had assistance or not, completely skinning a human without damaging the skin requires an immense amount of care. Looking at P's skin (or at least what we can see of it), there are no visible seams anywhere, which would mean Geppetto did his best to keep it intact, probably including the hair as well. (As we all know, P's hair looks very soft and natural, and you can't see any outlines where it was glued on; therefore, I believe it was left rooted in the skin.) Nevertheless, if you want to skin a body, you have to make a cut somewhere. One possible option would be the hole in P's chest (where the P-Organ is inserted), as there would later be an opening anyway; also, given that the Legion Arm would later replace the left one, there would naturally have to be a cut at the left upper arm. However, both of these openings would most likely be too small to completely remove the skin. Due to this, my suspicion is that Geppetto made a third, larger cut down P's back. It would be big enough to take the complete skin off, and it would also be convenient if P had something like a cam storage in his back, similar to the Jaquet-Droz automata. (This has been a headcanon of mine for a long time, since these cam discs act as an analogue storage for a clockwork automaton's movements, which are engraved into the edge. Given that P's combat moves are quite complex, he'd need a lot of space for those; btw, my theory is that the amulets from the game are actually interchangeable cams, because they have "information and memories that are useful for movement" imprinted on them.) I would assume both the openings at the front and at the back are usually covered with skin, with a small seam being visible where the original cut was. Whenever Geppetto needs to do maintenance, the skin would be peeled back to give him free access.

As for the rest of the process, I suppose it would be kind of similar to taxidermy. As it happens, the Victorian era (which is around the same time period the game is set in) was actually the golden age of taxidermy, when mounted animals started to become more lifelike - there was even a trend among pet owners to let their deceased pets be stuffed, as a way to "resurrect" them. (Just why do I always manage to stumble upon the most cursed parallels?) Once the skin had been taken off, any remains of fat and muscle tissue would be removed, after which it would be either tanned or treated with preserving chemicals. Following this, the skin would be mounted on a mannequin, in P's case probably a standard puppet frame made from wood and metal. Of course, you need to take precise measurements of the original body beforehand, and since this is about his darling son, I imagine Geppetto would put extra care into the modeling. At the end, all you'd have to do is add glass eyes - and well, there you have it: a perfect, biomechanical imitation of a human being.

However, we do know there were some unexpected changes in P, even physical ones like his hair growing. Presuming that he indeed does have real skin, I wonder if this may be due to the Ergo "recognizing" the organic material in some way, causing these lifelike reactions. I could imagine a puppet with human skin is quite unprecedented, so this would likely be a first time occurrence - in that case, it might potentially give a whole new meaning to Sophia's statement that P is a "special puppet". (I could go into even more detail regarding my theories about Ergo and P's transformation into "another kind of human" here, but frankly, I think this topic deserves its own post.)

I think P is far from Geppetto's first attempt, however: We do know from the description of the Nameless Puppet's Ergo that the Nameless Puppet (which presumably is a Frankenstein version of Carlo) was the first to be equipped with a P-Organ, but after it turned out to be unstable, it was left abandoned and locked away. In that sense, I imagine Romeo was something like a "field test" - I don't think turning Romeo into a puppet was something Geppetto planned from the start, but when he came and asked him, he presented Geppetto with too good of an opportunity to pass up. When the transferring of Romeo into his puppet body, all memories and personality intact, turned out to be a success, Geppetto decided to take the next step with P. I assume he designed multiple versions of P until he was satisfied, which might mean that the broken puppet in the swamp (which also seems to possess a P-Organ and isn't bound to the Grand Covenant) is actually one of P's predecessors.

Still, as interesting and disturbing all of these speculations are, there is one question that remains: If P really does possess real human skin, who was the original owner of it?

The origin of P's skin

The first, most logical assumption would probably be that Geppetto used the skin of Carlo. Back in 2022, when everyone hypothesized Geppetto had a son but no one could confirm it, I also assumed he took the skin of his deceased son.

Now that we know the game's story though, we have a bit more information. First off, it's heavily implied that the Nameless Puppet is actually a Frankenstein version of Carlo, which would mean that the weird organic-looking parts - specifically the upper body, right arm and face - originally belonged to Carlo's body.

Given that they have the appearance of decaying tissue, it seems like Geppetto did his best to save as much of Carlo's body at first, but ultimately was unsuccessful in bringing him back to life. Considering this, it seems quite unlikely that Geppetto would remove the skin from his son's body if he intended to preserve it. Also, you can actually see a nipple on the right side of the chest, which probably wouldn't be there if the skin was taken off.

There's another thing that doesn't quite fit into this: When looking at Carlo's portrait in the game, he looks strikingly similar to P at the first glance (so much, in fact, that I was afraid my wild fan theory might turn out to be true after all). However, upon closer inspection, one can make out a few subtle differences in Carlo's and P's appearances: Carlo lacks P's trademark freckles, and instead of Carlo's doe-brown eyes, P possesses light blue ones.

Granted, Carlo could've gotten the freckles later during his life, and the blue eyes might be due to the Ergo's influence (which I also assume to be the reason for Sophia's blue colored hair). However, when Carlo gets revived during the Real Boy ending, the differences are still there, as his outward appearance is not identical to P's:

If the Arm of God has the ability to restore things to their original state (which is how I interpreted it), that would mean Carlo looked different from P at the point of his death, meaning that P's skin can't be Carlo's.

Of course, if Geppetto did use human skin for P, but not Carlo's, that would make things quite complicated, as it would be extremely difficult to find someone who looks almost exactly like Carlo. Nevertheless, there's one fan theory I'd still like to talk about: Someone on Reddit actually proposed that Carlo might have had a twin brother once, whose soul got transferred into the lamp by Sophia.

I actually had a similar theory about Gemini before the game came out, although I never shared it publicly because I couldn't find any support for it other than Gemini's name and his death in the original book. Basically, the gist of it was that Gemini is the soul of Geppetto's dead son, which got separated from its body and somehow encased in the lamp.

Although this assumption is definitely outdated since we now know that Carlo is Geppetto's son, we do have many left-over questions about Gemini. (Some character development for Gemini is actually one of the things at the top of my wish list for the DLC; as far as characters go, I felt like Gemini was the game's single weak point, and I wish they would've utilized him more.) In fact, it almost seems like there was originally going to be an amnesia subplot for Gemini, judging by some of his comments. For example, we've got the remark about the fairy tale book at the Hotel, but despite remembering there was a person who particularly adored it, Gemini can't recall who it was. Then, we have this very interesting comment down at the Relic of Trismegistus where Gemini remembers that "someone was dragged away from here", but again can't tell precisely who.

Unfortunately, the game never builds upon these comments, and they're pretty much left standing as they are. In fact, I can't help the impression that this might be part of a cut storyline - even Sophia says that Gemini is "unique" and "more than just a guide", and Gemini himself states that he's a friend of Sophia's, and that she "woke him up the last time she was there" - although, once again, he doesn't remember the exact circumstances.

Now, I've noticed that "P is Carlo's twin brother" AUs are quite popular in the fandom, but I'd like to mention there's nothing from the game that hints at Carlo having a twin brother (at least, to my knowledge). Still, it is quite an interesting theory - if the assumption that it was Carlo who particularly loved the fairy tale about the wooden puppet is true (based on Geppetto's comment during the fight with the Nameless Puppet that he should've taken more time to read him from his "favorite book"), it would explain why Gemini, his former twin brother, knows about it. However, if it really was Sophia who transferred Gemini's soul into the lamp, it prompts the question of the exact circumstances of his death. Given that Geppetto was willing to murder an entire city just for Carlo's revival, I wouldn't put it past him to sacrifice his other, perhaps not-so-favorite son for his endeavor - perhaps that's why P looks very similar, but not identical to Carlo.

Still, it's probably best if you take all of this with a grain of salt, as even compared to my original theory that P might have human skin, it's pretty exotic at best. Also, given that Gemini is directly mentioned in a memory scene that presumably takes place at the Monad Charity House makes this even more questionable. At least, I think it's highly unlikely that Gemini is Carlo's twin brother if he accompanied the mysterious Stalker - on the other hand, it seems a bit strange that Gemini would know about Carlo's favorite book if they only knew each other what appears to be such a short amount of time, especially when their relationship didn't start on good terms. Again, nothing is for certain, as we don't see Gemini physically appear in the memory scene - the only thing that seems to be confirmed is that Gemini also was a human once (at least I can't imagine what a cricket lamp is supposed to do against two unruly school boys).

Other possible alternatives

So, let's say Geppetto didn't actually use human skin for Pinocchio (which, to be honest, would be a relief) - why would he decide to make P look slightly different from Carlo?

One reason I can think of is that he designed P as a kind of "idealized" version of Carlo - judging by his comment before the final battle, Geppetto seems to have been discontent with Carlo's "mischievous" behavior, so maybe he used that opportunity to make him the "picture-perfect son" he always wanted.

Then again, given how rarely Geppetto saw him, I wonder if he even knew what Carlo looked like at the point of his graduation. When he retrieved his dead body, perhaps Carlo's face was disfigured beyond recognition, and all Geppetto had to work with were some old pictures/photos and his own memory.

If that was the case, it would make sense that P's outer appearance slightly differs from Carlo. Still, Geppetto was confident his plan would work out, that the resemblance would be enough to trigger Carlo's memories - but for whatever reason, it didn't, be that because of physical discrepancies or because Carlo was already gone.

Conclusion

In the end, no matter what Geppetto did, the fact remains that it was an insult - not only to Carlo, but also to P.

From the moment he first opened his eyes, P was forced to live in another person's skin (perhaps even literally), with no other choice being offered to him. His entire existence is essentially a lie, being expected to fill the role of someone he just isn't. Moreover, in trying to revive Carlo, what Geppetto actually did was soiling his memory - the mere notion that a living person can be replaced is beyond disrespectful, and to let innocents die in pursuit of this madness is an atrocity I have no words for. Even if Geppetto did all of this out of regret for having neglected Carlo and not spending more time with him, let me spell out one thing Nick Carraway already said in The Great Gatsby: You can't repeat the past.

However, what was given to you at birth is not everything you have to be, and what others expect from you is not what you have to become. In my own way, I love Pinocchio very dearly, but that love extends far beyond pretty looks. I relate to his struggle, and I would do anything to aid him in becoming his own person. Whatever choice he makes for himself, I will support it, and no matter if human or puppet, I'm going to love him just the way he is.

Resources:

Anette Beyer's "Faszinierende Welt der Automaten - Uhren, Puppen, Spielereien" ("Fascinating world of automata - clocks, dolls, playthings")

About Jacques de Vaucanson

On clockwork automata in general

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Your Hero

He is one of my favorite characters in mha. I want to write a future version of Bakugou Katsuki, I hope you guys will like it. 😘

Part 11.

( Bakugou Katsuki X Y/N )

Midnight Fuyumi's room—

You drank a lot of last night and were drunk, Dynamight took you back to room to sleep. You were the first to fall asleep, and Endeavor was the second to fall asleep on the ground. Everyone else played until late at night before going back to their rooms.

It's been a long time since you’ve been that drunk. It seems that you were so drunk before because of work pressure. Now only drink so much because play with everyone, which is considered a happy thing...

You were drunk and body temperature was high. You took off your shirt leaving only cropped tank top. Dynamight wrapped his jacket around your body to prevent others from seeing too much of your skin.

During your sleep, you hugged his coat and fell asleep. Feel like he smells so amazing. A scent that puts you to sleep peacefully. You are always so happy when he is around you.

"Smells so good..." You whispered in your sleep while hugging his coat.

"Wow , someone will be happy, take a picture and send it to him." Fuyumi secretly take a picture of your sleeping face.

Fuyumi took a few pictures while you were sleeping. Then quickly send the photo to Dynamight and let him see your sleeping face. Also let him know your current situation. It can be considered as bringing you two together.

Dynamight received several messages while drinking—

"Who the fuck? So many messages." Dynamight clicked into the chat room to see.

The chat room showed message from Fuyumi. He was wondering what happened to you? The content surprised him so much that he almost choked on his wine and spit it out. He put down the bottle of wine and looked at your sleeping face one by one.

So fucking cute! You even hugged his jacket! There’s even a video! The video also captured your snoring and sleep talking! He once slept with you in the hospital, but he didn't even notice that you talked in your sleep!

"Damn it!..." Dynamight looked at his phone with a wicked smile.

He saved all the photos and videos Fuyumi sent. He doesn’t want to miss out on your cuteness while he can’t see you. The beautiful moments he treasures for you.

"Bakugou, what are you looking at?" Shoto asked curiously why Bakugou was smiling.

"Good thing. Mind your own business Half and half!" Dynamight drank.

Morning Fuyumi's room—

When the alarm clock rings, Fuyumi immediately turns it off to avoid waking you up. Seeing that you were still asleep, she left you alone in the room to continue sleeping. Then she followed Rei to the kitchen to prepare everyone's breakfast.

A few hours later you woke up from your sleep with a headache. You cover your aching head and think of the scene of having a high time with them last night, and tell yourself that must control your excitement next time.

In your memory, you have the impression that someone was drinking for you, but you forgot who it was and suddenly fell asleep. Look at the sunlight shining through the curtains outside, it’s a really nice day today.

You thought it was your shirt that was held in your arms, but you didn't notice that your shirt had actually been taken off last night. You put on Dynamight jacket before getting up and leaving Fuyumi's room.

You were walking down the corridor with your hand in your head then turned the corner almost bumped into Touya and Natsuo who had just woken up. Touya greeted you, Natsuo thought it was so cute when he saw your adorable face when you woke up.

But Natsuo was a little jealous when he saw you wearing Dynamight's jacket. Thinking of what Dynamight did to you last night, he was very envious of Dynamight being so proactive with you.

Touya said to follow them or else you would get lost again. You covered your head in confusion and followed Touya and Natsuo. Natsuo is protecting you, worried that you won't be able to stand still.

Passing by the courtyard, you see Endeavor sitting there covering his head as he also has a headache. He was the birthday boy yesterday, so he must have drank more than you. After you came up to say hello to him, he asked you to sit next to him.

You reflect on yourself, telling yourselves that it’s okay to drink too much once in a while. Don’t do this next time. You’ll feel tired and have a headache when you wake up. You and Endeavor share the same problem and start chatting.

"Are you okay? You were the first one to sleep last night..." Endeavor is caring about you.

"My head hurts so much, I feel so nauseous and I want to vomit." You said unhappily.

"Do you want to go to the toilet and induce vomiting? It will feel better if you vomit." Endeavor asked seriously.

"No... I'm afraid of vomiting... It's so disgusting..." You whispered.

"Let's drink less next time, do you agree?" Endeavor asked softly.

"I agree." You make an agreement with Endeavor.

You sit with Endeavor in the courtyard during a period of self-reflection. Touya and Natsuo wanted to laugh seeing the two. But Natsuo think you look so cute now, like a child who has done something wrong.

"The two of them sit together like father and daughter." Rei stood next to Natsuo.

"Feel stupid..." Touya said with a smile.

"Touya, you are really..." Natsuo said with a smile.

Natsuo felt sorry for you, he quickly walked to the kitchen to get some water. Although you didn't vomit, you drank a little too much yesterday but needed to replenish water as much as possible. He filled the cup with water, walked over to you, sat down and handed the water to you.

You took the water and drank it quickly. You accidentally choked and Natsuo patted your back gently to relieve you. Finally had water to drink and felt alive, but it was still uncomfortable.

"My water?" Endeavor asked Natsuo.

"Go get it yourself." Natsuo said.

"You got it for her, why didn't you get it for me?" Endeavor was confused.

"Dad is jealous..." Touya complained.

"I am his father after all, and he didn't help me get water..." Endeavor whispered.

"Okay, don't be jealous, take it and drink it." Rei handed a glass of water to Endeavor.

"Y/N, are you okay? Do you need anything else?" Natsuo cares about you.

"I feel uncomfortable... I want to rest..." You drink water and gently massage your head with your left hand.

Natsuo knew you were feeling uncomfortable, so he carefully put his arm around you and let you lean on his shoulder. He felt his heart beating so fast! You're on his shoulder! Even nuzzling him!

"Natsuo... let me lean on you..." You closed your eyes.

"Hmm..." he said shyly.

It was the first time Natsuo saw you sleeping so peacefully, so petite and cute. You were so close to him, leaning on his shoulder. Your eyelashes were so long, and your cheeks were a little red. He wanted to pinch them to see how they felt.

After last night's excitement, you dared to take off your shirt in front of everyone in order to cool yourself down. You weren't wearing anything that exposed your skin, last night was really an eye-opener for him.

But one thing didn't expect is that you do such a bold thing. You have a cute face, but have such a fucking hot body! Let him never forget it.

"Enji, come to the kitchen to help. Touya, go see if Shoto and the others are awake." Rei is helping Natsuo.

"Okay, bye." Touya walked away.

"Come now..." Endeavor stood up and followed Rei away.

"Sweet, Natsuo!" Rei praised Natsuo.

"Mom!" Natsuo shouted.

"Natsuo...noisy..." you whispered.

"Oh...sorry..." He gently combed your hair.

Looking up close, you are much cuter and prettier than he thought... exactly his type. Hereally want to hold your hand, like you leaning against him all the time, your lips... feel so sweet and soft...

He plucked up the courage to move his face closer wanted to steal a kiss from you. You leaned on his shoulder with an innocent look on your face. His heart was unsteady and beating too fast.

"Hedgehog..." You elaborated softly.

"Hedgehog? Pet?" Natsuo was curious after stopping.

"She's calling me." Suddenly a rough voice came from behind.

Natsuo felt a chill in his back turned around to see Bakugou standing silently behind him. He had actually been standing behind the two of you for a while. He already seen Natsuo about to steal a kiss from you, so he spoke up to stop Natsuo's good deeds.

He really upset that you leaning on Natsuo's shoulder but he stayed calm and dealt with it. If he spoke loudly, your current headache would make you even more uncomfortable. He doesn't want this to happen, he wants to be gentle with you all the time.

"Are you awake?" Natsuo greeted.

"Well, I got up early." Bakugou replied calmly.

"Do you think the same about her as I do?" Natsuo asked.

"None of your business." Bakugou showed a fierce expression.

A sudden headache wakes you up. You were leaning against Natsuo's shoulder with Dynamight standing behind you, looking at you both with a fierce expression.

The atmosphere was not right and so frightened you quickly stood up and backed away. They glared at each other as if they were making a quarrel. What was going on between them? Didn't they drink together last night? Was there a quarrel?

"Are you two... okay?" You asked cautiously.

"It's okay. How are you?" Natsuo asked gently.

"My head still hurts... I feel so sick..." You covered your mouth and felt like you were going to vomit.

"Damn it!" Dynamight put you on his shoulders and ran to the toilet.

Dynamight noticed something strange about you! You're already going to vomit! He quickly takes you to the toilet to vomit! You lie on the toilet and vomit! You admit that you are a bad drinker! Next time, don’t drink it just because you’re excited.

He squatted next to you and patted your back gently to make you feel more comfortable. You spit it out and slowly stand up before flushing the toilet. You turn on the water from the faucet and gargle frantically to make the smell of alcohol disappear.

"Feeling better?" Dynamight reassured you.

"Well... much better." You rinse your face.

You leave the toilet and find a place to rest. The headache is a little better, and don't feel like want to vomit anymore. The man in front of you will always see through your weirdness.

"Wait for me here, don't run around!" Dynamight left your side.

You just now noticed that the shirt is red! You take it off and it has the word Dynamight printed on the back! Oh shit! You remembered you taking off the shirt last night and then Dynamight wrapped his jacket around you.

You've been sleeping with his jacket in your arms since last night, and you didn't realize you were wearing his jacket until now! You really had a blast last night! The smell you thought smelled good was the smell of Dynamight! You really want to drill a hole and hide!

"Take it and drink it." Dynamight ran over and handed you a bottle of water.

"Thanks." You smile.

"Don't drink like this when I'm not around you, you know? Idiot!" Dynamight warn you.

"Katsuki..." You looked at him shyly.

"What?" He waited for you to say seriously.

"You're the best." After you finished speaking, you drinking water to hide your emotions.

"Only for you. So be good." Katsuki knelt down on one knee in front of you.

"Depends on my mood~" You chuckled.

After you have a good rest, follow Dynamight to the living room. Rei and Fuyumi said breakfast was ready and stayed to eat before leaving. Seeing Rei cooking breakfast and putting it on the plate, you quickly stepped forward to help serve it.

Touya wakes up Deku and Shoto and goes to the table to have breakfast together. You ask Rei where your shirt and handbag are, and she tells you that Bakugou took them yesterday.

"Hey, where are my shirt and handbag?" You poked him.

"In the car?" he asked you.

"Idiot! My phone needs to be checked to see if I have any work today." You said helplessly.

"Damn it, I'll get it for you, wait here." He took the car keys and left Todoroki's house to get.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Shoto asked.

"You were drunk yesterday. If Kacchan hadn't stopped you, you would have been even more drunk." Deku was worried.

"I'm fine. I just vomited it up and feel better." You explained.

Breakfast is placed on the table and it's time to start eating. Dynamight comes back with your handbag. You immediately take out your phone to check if there is any work.

"Y/N,breakfast~" Rei said warmly.

"Okay~" You put away your phone and sat next to Hawks.

"Old friend, your No.1 is looking at me with hatred~" Hawks said teasingly.

"My No.1?" You see the direction Hawks is pointing is Dynamight.

"It's so scary ~ the wife-protecting devil." Hawks laughed.

"Shut up! I know!" You walked over and sat down next to Dynamight.

"What for?" Dynamight asked as he took a sip of coffee.

"Can your eyes be kinder? I really want to poke you in the eyes!" You complained.

"My fucking eyes are not friendly, leave me alone!" he also complained.

"Okay~ stop flirting. Let's have breakfast~" Touya said.

"No!" you both shouted at the same time.

Everyone chatted while eating breakfast. Deku raised his hand and said he had something to announce. You quickly took a sip of coffee to calm down your shock and prepared to listen to what he had to say. He stood up and said with a blushing face.

"Umm... I actually proposed to Uraraka a few days ago! She said she was willing!" Deku said loudly.

"Congratulations! Deku!" Fuyumi and Rei wished.

"Well done! Deku!" Natsuo said with a smile.

"Deku! Take care of her! She is a good girl!" Endeavor said.

"Congratulations" Touya and Shoto said, applauding.

"I wish you happiness, Deku~" Hawks said.

"I'm happy for you! Congratulations!" You applauded excitedly.

"Thank you everyone!" Deku bowed to express his gratitude.

"Proposing...it feels so dreamy." You whispered enviously.

Deku mentioned that the two planned to have a traditional wedding ceremony and would invite everyone to attend. You were happy for them, their relationship was low-key but sweet.

"The traditional style is good too! It fits the style of Deku and Uravity very well!" Rei said expectantly.

"Y/N have you ever thought about what your wedding will be like?" Fuyumi was curious.

"Why are you asking me? It's not like I'm getting married." You almost choked on your coffee.

"Every girl has her own ideal wedding in her heart." Rei smiled kindly.

"I... garden wedding. I want to wear a wedding dress and let my lover hold me spend that sacred moment together." You lowered your head and covered your face shyly.

"It's so dreamy! Not bad! Y/N!" Fuyumi and Rei said excitedly.

"Mother and sister got excited when mentioned the wedding..." Touya said calmly.

"Rei...Fuyumi...calm down..." Endeavor comforted them.

After saying that, you couldn't help but glance at Dynamight. He seems to have no time to look at his phone, and that's right. He just works efficiently every day. You were a little disappointed that he wasn't interested in a topic like yours.

You haven't even dated him! You just have a crush on him! Why would you even think of getting married? He just cares about you! It has no other meaning!

He handed his phone to you from under the table, and displayed a wedding web page. You looked at him blankly, why would he open such a thing to you? Isn't he not interested?

"I think this wedding dress suits you very well." He approached you and whispered quietly.

It’s not that he’s not interested in this topic, but that he’s choosing a wedding dress for you to see. But why should he help you choose? You are not a couple, just ordinary friends.

Katsuki, can I always like you? Until you are tired of me. Or can I expect something from you? Why do you think so much? Don't think too much!

"Wind Breaker, what's wrong? Your face is so red." Deku is concerned about you.

"It's okay! I just feel a little hot." You fan yourself with your hands.

To thank Rei for her hospitality these days, you offered to help clean up and wash the dishes. Natsuo helped you put away the dishes while you washed the dishes in the kitchen. He placed the plate next to you and had something to say but he was hesitant.

"Y/N." Natsuo mentioned.

"Thank you. Leave this to me." You said with a smile.

"I have a vague sense that you and Bakugou are more than just friends." Natsuo suddenly mentioned.

"Huh?! Natsuo, why are you bringing this up..." You were frightened by the topic he mentioned.

"I can tell by your expression." Natsuo smiled sadly.

"Natsuo, you're weird. What do you want to say?" You put down the bowl and looked at him.

"I know you already have him in your heart, but I like you and this will never change. I wish you happiness, and I will always be here if he dumps you." Natsuo smiled brightly.

"Damn you, I wish you happiness too..." You smile.

When you are about to leave Todoroki Abode after eating, you take out your phone and ask to reserve a driver to pick you up. Dynamight grabbed your phone said he would take you back. Still as domineering as ever.

"Thank you for your hospitality." You bowed to express your gratitude.

"Enji will be very happy if you have more time to play." Rei smiled.

"Yes! Endeavor, can you please sign your name for me?" you asked nervously.

"No problem, where do you want to sign? Endeavor reached out.

You dug out a photo of Endeavor's collector's edition from your bag. When about to hand it to him, you saw that someone had already signed the photo, and it was even signed on his face! It says Dynamight No.1!

"Damn you brat!" Endeavor pinched the photo and burned it.

"My picture ahhhhh!" You screamed loudly.

"Sorry! Damn it Dynamight, you can't get along with me! What should I do now!" Endeavor comforted you while scolding Bakugou.

"My treasure! I can't find it anymore! This is the first time I drew lots!" You sat on the ground crying and fussing.

"Shit..." Dynamight started to panic.

"Really cried this time..." Shoto said.

"I can't get that collector's edition photo myself." Deku said sadly.

"Wait a minute, I think I have one." Natsuo said suddenly, then ran away.

Natsuo squatted next to you holding the photo. He gave you the photo to comfort you. You took the photo and saw that it was still unopened and intact.

"Give it to you." Natsuo smiled.

"But?" You looked at him.

"I originally wanted to get All Might, but I ended up getting Endeavor. I'll give it to you." Natsuo placed the photo in your hand.

"NANI! Natsuo you!" Endeavor shouted.

You held the photo and looked at Endeavor with a happy expression. Although Natsuo gave you the photo Endeavor was a little hurt. But he felt relieved after your smile came back.

He signs and writes your name and Hero Name on the back of the photo. You're jumping up and down with excitement, it's Endeavor's autograph! So cool!

"Thank you! Natsuo!" You held up the photo and smiled happily.

"You're welcome. As long as you like it." Natsuo said reassuringly.

"The best Natsuo in the world!" you yelled.

"Hey hey! Don't be like this! It's too exaggerated." Natsuo burst out laughing.

"Dynamight, you trash! I will never forgive you in this life!" You declared to him.

"Ha! Do you have the guts?" Dynamight laughed.

"Do you have the consciousness to be swallowed by the storm? Bakugou Katsuki!" You hugged Endeavor's photo tightly. The deep breath released the violent wind, and the surrounding trees were cut by the wind blades.

"Shit! Endeavor holds her! Don't let her move!" Hawks yelled.

"Calm down! Y/N!" Endeavor reached out to grab your shoulder.

Once activated Quirks the wind will naturally form a protective layer to protect you. The protective layer prevents Endeavor from touching you, and everyone has begun to panic.

You love every collectible so much that it inspires you to become a hero. The photo was the first time you drew lots and is your happiest memory. But now it’s gone! It’s not the original one you drew!

Hawks has seen you explode before, so he immediately tried to stop you as soon as he sensed something was wrong. But it can no longer stop you, because the protective layer have completely separated you from them.

"Fuck you!" you roared angrily.

You flew up into the air and left Todoroki Abode, leaving everyone behind. When Hawks saw this, he put his hands on the back of his head and stood in front of Dynamight and said helplessly.

"No.1... This is the second time I've seen her lose her temper. She cherishes everything she owns. Be careful." Hawks warned Dynamight.

"Tch! Fucking..." Dynamight stomped his feet.

"The power is so wow..." Touya sighed.

"Hawks, will she be okay?" Rei asked nervously.

"Ermmm... She will come back naturally. I just don't know where she goes every time." Hawks raised his head in confusion.

You once danced with joy because you got this collector's edition photo. Not only was he graffitied by Dynamight, he was also burned by Endeavor. Although you are very happy that Natsuo gave it to you, it is not the original one for you.

The phone rang and it said it was Dynamight. You turned off the ringtone and ignored him. You check your email and see that there is a job request from U.A. for an interview. You reply to the email, put your mood in order and fly home immediately.

You go home, take off Dynamight's jacket and throw it aside. He ran into the study and put away Endeavor's collector's edition photos. Get a set of formal clothes and go to the bathroom to take a shower to get rid of the alcohol smell.

You turn on the shower and let the water soak you. You feel uncomfortable thinking about Dynamight's graffiti just now, but losing such a temper seems a bit excessive. Ignore that idiot and think about the work first.

U.A.High School Afternoon—

After arriving at U.A., Eraser Head explained to you that this time you will be interviewed by students. So need to pay attention to their words, because this is their homework to understand the hero.

The location is the school auditorium, you stand backstage preparing. You are a little nervous, but you must keep your emotions in check. You are already a professional hero, put away your lack of confidence.

"Uh-hmm, please keep quiet. Today U.A. invites a professional hero to be interviewed. Please bear with her. Wind Breaker." Eraser Head took the microphone and said.

You come out from backstage and Erase Head hands you the microphone. You took it and waved hello to the students in the audience. The students in the audience applauded warmly to express their welcome.

"Hello, I am Wind Breaker and I am a professional hero. Just call me Wind. I am honored to be your interviewee today. Please bear with me and pay attention." You simply introduced yourself.

The classmates in the audience raised their hands to attract your attention. You smile warmly and say hello to them. Eraser Head records interviews with you and students and sends them to the principal and Social Media for reporting.

"What kind of mentality does Wind Breaker need to become a hero?" Student A asked.

"I think you have to put away your lack of confidence no matter what happens. You have to protect people and you can't be afraid. If Villain knew about it, he would target your weaknesses." You expressed your thoughts.

"Do you like your Quirks? Because my Quirks are floating, sometimes poor control can cause trouble to me." Student B asked.

"To be honest, I used to be scared by my Quirks. But it really helped me a lot after I got used to it." You answered with a smile.

“Have you ever felt confused about your own ideas?” asked classmate C.

"There must be! So I was a little conflicted, but after I thought about it, it was fine." You explained.

"How do you usually spend your day?" Student D asked.

"I work most of the time. Heroes' working hours are irregular, so I have to rush to the scene as soon as there is work. When I have free time, I give myself time to think about some problems or play games." You answered.

"Ask you! Who is your No. 1 hero?" Classmate E shouted.

"Wow! Ermmm... The two No.1 heroes in my mind are All Might and Endeavor." You said enthusiastically.

"Do you think you are suitable to be a hero?" Student F asked.

"I was not suitable before because I didn't like to talk or interact. Now I feel that I am very suitable." You answered with a smile.

"Can we become independent heroes?" asked classmate G.

"As long as you face anything bravely, you can do it!" you encourage them.

The two-hour interview and lecture have ended. The school proposed a special surprise for you to interact with their students. You step off the stage and wave to them, some ask for your autograph, and some ask for a photo with you.

You also worked hard to let those students understand the concept of heroes! Come on! students!

It was already evening time when it officially ended. You go to the lounge to rest alone before going home. Having to eat dinner before going home is a problem that worries you every day.

"Is there anything delicious nearby..." You leave the lounge.

You are walking alone on the street wondering what to eat. You happened to walk to a ramen shop that you had been to before with Dynamight. After hesitating for a moment, you opened the door and walked in because you were feeling hungry.

The owner recognizes who you are at a glance and greets you warmly. He takes you to a seat in the corner and you order a bowl of pork ramen. While waiting, you looked at your phone and saw several contacts and messages from the idiot Dynamight.

By the way, your phone was on silent mode just now. But you still can't forgive him! unacceptable! You want to beat him up! Jealous guy! You ignored his message and looked at something else on your phone.

U.A. officially uploaded the video of the recent interview online. The video you saw recorded the interaction with the students and the content of the lecture. The first experience is worth remembering.

When you hear the doorbell ring you know a customer has arrived. The owner took him to his seat naturally. While looking at your phone, you vaguely feel someone is next to you. You turned around and saw it was Dynamight.

You ignored him and continued looking at your phone. You don't hate him, but that is your treasure! Just trample on your things casually. Oh shit! I get annoyed every time I look at that face!

"What a coincidence, your friend arrived first." The owner said with a smile.

"I don't know him." You said coldly and continued to ignore him.

Dynamight tells the boss not to interfere in your affairs. The owner went back to cooking ramen while Dynamight sat at the table next to you. Assume that he is self-aware and sees you go far away. Very annoying.

"The interview was good." He suddenly mentioned.

Did he watch your interview? So happy to be praised by him, but really don't want to pay attention to him! You continued to ignore him looking at your phone. You really want to talk to him, but you still can't forgive him for trampling on your things.

When the owner serves it, you pick up your chopsticks and get ready to eat! It smells so good! You put some noodles in your mouth and eat it, the soup base is so fragrant! The ramen is amazing! You knew it was delicious the first time you ate it, and it was just as delicious the second time!

"So cute." He said looking at you.

"Damn it, you're so annoying! I'm not in the mood to eat noodles anymore!" You put down your chopsticks.

After you finished speaking, he stood up and left the ramen shop. Is he really angry? Impatient? Could it be that you are too angry? While you were thinking, suddenly he walked in with two bags and sat in front of you.

"You're not welcome, go away." You said helplessly.

"There's space here," he said.

"Fuck you..." you complained.

He placed the two bags in front of you. He looked at you with a smirk on his face, you were confused as to what he wanted to do. He gestured for you to open it and take a look, with a confident face on his face.

You take it and open the bag to see what's inside. Eh? It's a red-themed box with 3D red words printed on it, which says No.1 era Endeavor Costume Figure! This is the version you can’t buy! Heard it’s still a high price!

"Hedgehog! Where did you buy it?! I've been looking for it for a long time and can't find it!" You looked at Endeavor's figure with bright eyes.

"I asked a friend to find it, do you want it?" Dynamight asked you.

"Yes! Give me the contact!" You took out your phone and asked for the contact.

"I'll give it to you." He said suddenly.

"Huh? Why? I bought it myself." You stared at the box.

"The dead eagle told me that you cherish those things, and I trampled on your priceless treasures. I want to apologize..." He said in a good voice.

"Wtf..." You were shocked.

He's so fucking cute in front of you! What's going on with this guy! Why is his cute scene so endearing! Bear with it! Don't be tempted by him! There's Endeavor and the fucking adorable Dynamight right in front of me!

"Why are you apologizing? You can ignore me." You asked.

"If you weren't around to bother me, I would be even more bored." The corners of his mouth raised.

"Idiot...don't do that next time. Or I'll kill you." You held Endeavor's figure box.

"Reconciliation?" He smiled slightly.

"I'll forgive you this time, next time I'll ignore you." You blushed and looked at Endeavor's box to hide your shyness.

"Damn, obviously very happy." He pinched your cheek.

"Damn it! What's in the other box?" You slapped his hand away.

"Take a look," he said.

"Is it All Might!?" You hugged him excitedly.

"Idiot! Be better!" he shouted.

Take it out and look at it excitedly! What the fucking hell is this! Dynamight classic figure super limited edition? ! How much does this guy want you to collect his things?

"This is a super limited edition... I don't care about it at all! I'll sell it later!" You said.

"If you dare try it, I'll blow up your Endeavor and you'll know!" He threatened you.

"Tch...I reluctantly accept it..." You pouted.

"Good girl." He stroked your head gently.

You reluctantly reconciled with Dynamight...but you were still upset with him, so you added more side dishes and considered it his treat! But he didn't complain but looked at you eating with loving eyes...

Part 11 end.

*If you have any ideas, you can leave them in the comment section, and I will try to add in the story.*

[skyrim-forever]

Hej hej!! For the first asks: 8, 17, B, Q, 🕷️ and 📦!

Hello! Thank you so much, sorry this took a few days <3 I wish I had a reason other than tired haha

8. First time they took a risk, or the biggest risk they've ever taken

The biggest risk Theodora has taken was deciding to keep her son when she gets pregnant unexpectedly. She's full of fear when she finds out, upset at herself for not being more careful. As you've read the fic this is discussed you know she has a dream that helps her make the decision. But even after making it, she's still taking a lot of risks, where will they live, how is she going to do this on her own, not to mention the fact Miraak is a threat she knows little about. But despite the unknowns, she takes it anyways because she deserves to finally choose something she wants.

17. First favourites - favourite colour, animal, movie, etc.

Theodora's first favourite colour is blue, all the shades of blue of the sea in Anvil where she grew up. A rich blue on sunny days when she is swimming, a grey-blue when there's a storm, a blue so dark it's nearly black at night, when she is sitting by the sea alone, full of thoughts.

B. First impression of each other

This is a great one because I've written their first encounter here, the first impression being from Ondolemar's pov. They met at an event in Markarth (unknown to him, thrown in her honour). He was a bit drunk and noticed she kept refilling her wine glass throughout the night. He thought she was beautiful has big boobs and decided to try to go for something, no one would have to know if he debased himself a little. Things go well until he makes a very Altmer comment :P

Theodora's initial impression of him is that he's going to arrest her. She sees him looking at her throughout the night and is just waiting for him to say something. She knows she hasn't done anything, not a Talos-worshipper, but also he wouldn't need a legitimate reason would he? When he does speak to her she instantly clocks that he has very different intentions. Which she was down for because it would be dangerous and fun, what a good story it would make to sleep with a Thalmor official. But then he makes a particular comment and she lets him go home alone :P Disappointed in him as he was so close haha

Q. First act of non-sexual intimacy (e.g. washing the other's hair, taking a bath together, sharing food)

Answered here <3 I've written about it in this fic

🕷️ - First time writing something that scared you, and how it went

First time I wrote something that scared me was this fic, which is a Lucien Lachance/Silencer fic. I wanted to try something different then what I saw with a lot of similar fics for Lucien (which I love), that being putting the Silencer in a higher position of power. The OC is a 150 year old Vampire who was apart of the Volkihar Vampires and I go interesting places with that, is all I'll say. I intended to write more, and maybe someday I will, but I felt like in the second chapter I did some cool stuff and I don't know how to top it haha how do I top getting off to your vampire lover killing you???

📦 - First story that really took you outside your comfort zone

The first story that really took me outside my comfort zone was a silly little Neloth/OC fake marriage fic you can find here. It took me outside of my comfort zone because it's not smut, it's written to be quiet comedic with some heartfelt moments. It had a new oc named Rochelle whose very different that my main girl, the canon characters are Neloth, Talvas, and there's some Teldryn as well; characters I hadn't explored much if at all.

I wrote two fics with Rochelle and I'd like to return because I think I'm going to rework her character, I think she works better as a non-ldb (might make her sister ldb idk haha) but I got a bit down becuase I really liked writing the fic and I did get kudos, but no comments. Now I'm better about that sort of thing, try to write for myself first and foremost, so maybe I'll return.

[dislyteshack]

Another day another slaying

Inch of Time chapter 3 came out today!!!

Gods, everything burned. He needed time to recover.

Rolling to his side it was an effort to even get out of bed.

When checking the clock, Chu Yao noticed he'd gotten up earlier than he should have. It was 2 am.

More time to figure out the loops, he supposed.

He skipped the tea this morning, it was too early either way and… The memory of his previous death was sorely fresh. He instead opted for an early shower.

He mused, where he bathed was an obvious way for his killer to end him. But one of the few patterns he noticed was they'd often wait until the end of the day to strike.

… Clearly this would be going nowhere without outside help and yet… Who could he turn to? He was a man of many friends and many followers, but few true allies.

Even someone like Chu Yao claiming to be trapped in a time loop would come off as lunacy… Unless…

He gritted his teeth at the thought.

Why would he need to demean himself by seeking her aid?

Perish the thought, it need not happen. He focused on the running of water instead rather than the idea before.

‘But it does, doesn't it?’

His subconscious told him as he attempted to cleanse himself of his impurities, parts of them clinging to his skin even as the intensity of his cleaning rose.

‘Doing the same set of actions over and over, it leads to insanity, does it not?’

… It does. Even now he felt the burn of his vices, no matter how hard he claimed none gripped his soul.

After all these years, would Raven even offer him aid? Of course she would; She was a good person. One of loyalty, even at opposing ends.

Chu Yao still scoffs at the idea of her offer to join the union. Her willingness to go through and overcome every obstacle, explore every possible outcome; and still offer an olive branch all so they could attempt to reforge whatever relationship they had left.

Yes… Her compassion had never changed over the years he had known her, and he had once feared that that stubbornness would one day be detrimental to her.

And now, he was the first one to offer up communication, much to his admitted dismay.

He pondered, slowly rising from the bath to eventually finish. Though the raid was costly it would undoubtedly provide an opportunity.

With that same intensity there was one last attempt to rinse the stench of defeat from himself. A decision was made.

He'd had to waste at most five today's to figure out where she was. Anytime he spotted Raven it always seemed like she was in a different location than when he last observed her.

Today was different, when first approaching Odin's chosen he was met with one of her mutts. He was positive the beast had gotten larger than when he had seen it prior- and it was as happy to see him as he was to see it once more. Which, given the bared fangs of the creature, wasn’t very much at all.

“Impressive, this was one of the outcomes I wasn't expecting.” Raven observed him, hand placed between the wolf’s ears and causing its snarling to cease. Its judgemental stare still bore into him.

So it would seem then, he stayed silent.

Maybe it was out of pride, a way for him to regain what he'd already lost from having to seek out help this way. Or perhaps he was unable to think of a response, when usually there were always words Chu Yao could say to sway any conversation in his favour. Not here, however. Only a burning level of indignation that he had to stoop to this level.

Here they were both equal knights on a chessboard rather than any one of them controlling the pieces.

“... If you're looking to talk, don't you think a raid isn't the best place?”

He gazed around, did she think he was foolish enough to remain speaking with her in this environment?

“I would agree, I'd be willing to talk at 7 if you would indulge me.”

“As long as it's partially on my terms, back here then?”

If it being on for your terms is what you believe will help then, he thought bitterly

“As you wish.”

When he'd agreed to meet in that same location, Chu Yao had to admit he was almost expecting a trap of sorts.

Raven may have been a suspect he was saving for last, but a suspect no less.

The only problem… Her powers held no sway over time. She could only view a series of events passively, not tear someone back from their death to the dawn of the same day.

“Now this is what I expected. What Is this situation of yours?”

He explained it to her as candidly as he could. No matter what details there were, he never left them out. He was blunt with them. Although Chu Yao left out the wonton torture of his subordinate, as that part was wholly unnecessary information in this predicament.

“It was only after their questioning, did they reveal I'd suspected the wrong person. All I ask is for my future, if this repeating day is all there will ever be to it.”

Raven's expression was cool, perhaps it was just because she predicted what he would say. Or just because she was always understanding, that compassion of hers.

She briefly closed her eye and not too long later she began to speak.

“It won't be all there ever is,

One day will eventually turn to the next.

But one constant in this future?

As long as you give up control, the next day will come.”

As long as he gave up control? He recalled a handful of her prior prophecies, although they were never as vague as this.

“Is that all?”

“Has something I’ve said upset you?”

She had reason to conceal information, yes, but-

“That can’t be all. What are you hiding?”

“Mm, you don’t think what I’ve given you is valuable information?” Raven asked, patient despite the man’s haughty assertion. “I need to keep my cards close to my chest just as you do yours.”

Chu Yao remained silent, his displeasure visible but fully aware pushing would only serve to impede his efforts.

“If you’re done pouting, may I continue?”

He responded with continued silence, an unspoken yes.

“Surrender is your only option; Only you can break this cycle.

Expect even the most unexpected betrayals,

Don't fall for easy traps as you did recently.”

"Recently you say? Are you suggesting this is a trap?”

"Is that your only conclusion? I’m working with what information you’ve provided me with. It’s your duty to use what I’ve given you to free yourself from this web- only you can.”

Oh, even if she doesn't have the divine power to do so the connections are there…

“Not my assassin, not whoever has put this into motion. Me, you say? I’m close to guessing you’re just poking fun at me now.”

When reopening her eye, Raven only sighed- almost scoffed, even.

“Believe me when I say I only wish to help you.”

He’ll do just this once then, Chu Yao would know how to find her eventually. For all her foresight, she won't remember the next today.

He was ready that night as he returned from that meeting. Chu Yao noticed a hint of movement through his office window, almost entirely concealed in the darkness.

This time he was the one to strike first.

He used a spell to transport himself instantaneously into his office before putting his fate in it’s hands the moment he swung with his dagger-

It pierced an intruder’s shoulder successfully-

A light gasp escaped and before the second swing-

Chu Yao noticed a hint of movement through his office window, almost entirely concealed in the darkness.

This time he was the one to strike-

… He hadn’t even died yet!? How-

It doesn't matter now as he burst through the door and swung at the hooded figure in the room-

Chu Yao noticed a hint of movement—-

…. This was the case of divine power. He could feel it the closer he was to his office.

Rather than swinging he went for the hood the figure had and underneath-

It was just what looked like a esper he couldn't recognize, brown hair and glowing golden orbs as some kind of imitation for eyes. Nothing else they wore would have suggested that they were the one killing him all these times. It was all stays and layers of petticoats.

"Sorry - I took personal offence to last today, so they're letting me get a kill in this time.” Even unmasked, they seemed entirely unperturbed by Chu Yao’s discovery of them. “I just wanted to know what it's like to act instead of directing from the sidelines.”

“Who?-”

They paused for a moment as if a polite introduction would change the tone of the interaction.

“Aion’s Protege, no need to know any info beyond that.”

From their skirt pockets a glint of light flickered as they produced an item.

A crossbow-

“Or well… Esper.”

He dodged this time, he wouldn't allow himself to be bested once again by them. More so now that he'd just unmasked his assassin.

The steel arrow lodged itself deeply into one of the back walls of the office, displaying just how much power this compact crossbow was actually packing. Barely a moment to register the lining up of another shot, narrowly avoiding another barrage as adrenaline kept his feet moving.

This dance of attempted shots and swings eventually ended when he struck once in their side—

He didn't need to notice whatever was in the window he just burst in and ripped off the mask-

“I didn't appreciate that, you know.”

He didn't care.

“Why accept then-” through attempted shots the thought slipped out. Even if they were hired there had to be a reason.

This time he aimed for the throat-

He's struck for once in the chest barely missing his vitals. Despite the sloppy aim of the intruder, whatever looping abilities the esper had was working only in their favour.

"Oh, you're right! I have no reason to go after you, you should ask my benefactor about their reasons to hire me-”

Again another arrow pierces flesh and bone through his stomach, possibly cracking the spine. That one caused him to fall over and lose his balance.

They quickly approach him just to pull out the arrows with efficiency courtesy of their own power. As soon as the piercing instruments were removed the wounds opened up, blood freely spilling the punctures over his body. The sharp tips scraping fresh lacerations over his flesh and through internal organs.

The final ammunition lodged in his chest seemed… Fond of its location, and as the assailant yanked at the shaft it caught on bone and Chu Yao raised slightly off of the ground with it.

“Oh, sorry.” Both the arrow and Chu Yao fell back to the ground when it didn’t give way, the ‘apology’ frankly being more hurtful than the removal attempt.

They grabbed hold of the arrow with both hands, heel on Chu Yao’s chest to keep him on the floor and pulled with all their might.

It caused some additional cracks in some bones and the arrowhead came out with some additional scraps of flesh, but it was out!

Oh yes. He was *so* overjoyed at their success. Perhaps this was the most embarrassing death so far.

They did seem to be pleased with the outcome, with how they begin to muse of a different topic as if one of them wasn't currently bleeding out

“I knew the Seven had wealth, but I never thought much about it til I got my first Nexus crystals.”

Blood continued to pool uninhibited again, Chu Yao could swear something in him was paralyzed when the vice grip he had previously on his dagger loosened.

“You’re really good at staying alive, I have to admit-“ they commented, leaning down. “Like a cockroach…”

Were they… Bored?

“All right, we're ending this. Have my debriefing and all that boring crap to do after this.”

He feels hands on the side of his head for a moment, he’s raised for easier access to his neck and before Chu Yao could look -

-SNAP-

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

Rules: post the first line of your last ten posted fics and see if there's a pattern

Saw @redrobin-detective 's Post and decided to try my hand at it!!

1) All human wisdom is contained in these two words 'wait' and 'hope' -The Count of Monte Cristo (recently updated so it counts) - Félix would have rather not come to Dupont, but his mother was firm in her standing on the issue and nothing he'd done or offered to do seemed to be capable of changing her mind.

2) Failing your way onto the birth certificate - It starts like this; Shang Qinghua is on his knees, hugging Shen Qingqiu's arm and blubbering in the bamboo house.

3) Issue Found in Translation - Cale thinks he’s achieved some sort of record for ‘shortest time taken to fuck up somebody’s day’, and it’s an impressive record since he hasn’t even woken up yet and everything's gone wrong.

4) This is Love - Basen loves his family, unequivocally and he would do anything for them because that's what a filial son and brother does, but also because Basen knows that Cale ruined his reputation to allow Basen to take the role of County (now dukedom) heir and he refuses to fail his brother after he looked at a little boy he hadn't known for more than a month and placed such unwavering trust in him. 

5) "Oh My God, I'm Becoming My Father." - Jason is fairly sure that he'd never told anyone about his current safehouse; or at least nobody that would think it was a good idea to be knocking on his door at - he glances at the clock on the wall as he stalks through his living room, glad for once that Bruce drilled into him to have night vision in all his domino masks- two thirty in the morning.

6) Greet me with goodbye - Out of all the people and things he’s done and met, Kate is just as much a part of the gallivanting tale that is Neal Caffery's life as she is someone Dick Grayson genuinely cares for.

7) Cousin Clark - Clark has always had a bit of a running joke with Ma and Pa, that surely he must have actually been from Earth or the Fenton family line were actually from Krypton purely based on the fact that between him and Jack, Jack came out the oddball of the pair of them.

8) Pretty Boy (NSFW fic) - He looks ever so pretty on his knees begging at him.

9) Playmates - Wayne Scott, formerly Metro Man, can remember the day he realised that he was being an overwhelmingly large and obtrusive prick with a capital 'P' to the man who would go on to be known as Megamind (Or Megs as the man 'loathed' to be called).

10) Manipulate, Mansplain, Mentally Scar - Jason is seriously wondering how Bruce put up with the Justice League sometimes since the skill difference was absolutely astounding to an almost laughable degree.

--

When I actually get a good look at them my pattern is very clear. It's absurdly having a paragraph long sentence as the opening line.

Tagging:

@bloustorm @vveirdnobdy @salaapaoo @gremlin-bot

[riahlynn101]

"Pandora's Box" (2).

Chapter 2

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Nisuke huffs, out of breath. He’s running behind (for the third time this week). A twenty-minute meeting with other rebellion leaders from the local area turned into an hour, and then the base he’d been visiting at for aforementioned meeting needed a substitute teacher for an hour (and, really, who was he to deny such a simple request?)

Yoichi will understand, but he still feels guilty.

He loves their son, but even at two-months-old Izuku’s a handful and a half. A day spent taking care of him is worth three days of boring meetings. And that’s just a part of Yoichi’s day. 

They can’t afford to live in their apartment on just one (very inconsistent) salary. So, Yoichi has taken up tutoring students over the internet for a variety of subjects (mostly English and History). His earnings are the difference between choosing between formula or diapers. 

Work and money troubles aside, Nisuke couldn’t be happier. 

He arrives at their apartment and knocks a few times to announce his presence, as Yoichi has a tendency to swing first and ask questions later. In accordance with the unspoken rule of not wanting to sleep on the couch, Nisuke also brought carryout from a local restaurant.

He opens the door and steps inside. “‘Ichi? I’m home!”

A loud gurgle is heard - the only sound their son is capable of making right now (besides screeching or unholy wailing). Yoichi pops his head around the corner, a dirtied burp rag on his shoulder.

“Hey, honey, I just got Izuku fed and burped. Oh, is that-”

“Food from that American-style diner you’ve been eyeing since we moved here? Yep.”

Yoichi laughs softly, shaking his hair out of his eyes. 

Setting the takeout on the kitchen counter, he reaches over to brush the hair from Yoichi’s face. “I can get you some hair ties,” he offers. 

Nisuke removes the food containers from the paper bags. 

“I like my hair down,” Yoichi answers, maneuvering around the kitchen for plates and forks, with a baby in one arm, “besides Izuku likes it.” 

Nisuke takes their son from his arms, pivoting towards the dining room. “Your choice, but just know you’re missing out on quite the collection of scrunchies.” He places his plate on the dining room table.

Izuku gurgles, body jerking in response to his dads’ conversation, but otherwise seems content nestled in the crook of his papa’s arm. 

“Scrunchie collection, eh?” Yoichi asks, quirking a brow. He joins the pair at the table. 

“Uh, huh.”

“Does this collection have an owner by the name of Sanshirou?”

“....Perhaps….” 

They both burst out laughing. 

“I’ll keep it in mind.”’

Nisuke smiles like an idiot down at the cut-up pancakes on his plate. 

Yes, he’s never been happier.

-x-x-x-

“Izuku, honey, it’s time to wake up,” his mom calls from behind his bedroom door. “It’s time for school.”

“I’m up!” He calls back, rolling over to check his All Might alarm clock. “Huh, 7:00?” He rolls onto his back, still half-asleep. 

“7:00!” 

He hops out of bed, and hurriedly searches through his closet for his uniform. If he’s late on the first day of school, then his home room teacher will single him out for the rest of the year (well, more than usual) and everyone will laugh and Kacchan-

“Izuku, sweetheart?”

Izuku inhales deeply. “I’m almost ready, mom. Sorry.”

“It’s alright, I made you breakfast. It’s on the table when you’re ready.”

“Thank you,” he says, and despite his rising anxiety he can’t help but be happy whatever deity ordained this saintly woman to be his mother. 

He hears her sniffle. “Anytime.”

Izuku hears his mom head back towards the kitchen, leaving him alone. 

He rushes to get himself ready, throwing his uniform on, getting his bag ready, and combing through his curls with an impressive amount of speed. 

His mom, as promised, is waiting for him at the table. A breakfast of bacon and pancakes sits on the table in front of her. 

Something in his stomach twists uncomfortably. An itch at the back of his mind. 

(One of daddy’s favorite foods is pancakes. Papa used to bring them home every-)

He grimaces and does his best to shrug down the feeling. 

Breakfast is over before he knows it (mostly because he shoveled it in). He takes care of his plate and thanks his mom over and over again for the delicious food. He has one foot out the door when she calls him back. 

“Izuku, honey?”

“Yes, mom?” He asks, a little annoyed as now it’s less a matter of if he’ll be late but how much he’ll be late. 

“You’re wearing your bracelet, right?”

He looks down at the plain, flimsy, metal bracelet around one of his wrists. 

“Yes!”

“Great! Have a good day, sweetie!”

-x-x-x-

He arrives at the school ten minutes before school officially starts. The hallways are still bustling with people, and Izuku allows himself to relax. 

At least he isn’t late.

“Oi!”

Izuku tenses, preparing to dodge and weave if necessary. 

“Don’t ignore me, Shitty Nerd!”

Slowly, he turns around to face his tormentor, limbs rigid. “Hi, Kacchan.”

“Don’t ‘hi’ me!” Kacchan says, stalking forward. He jabs a finger into Izuku’s chest. 

“Sorry?” 

Kacchan scoffs. “We’re in the same class again this year,” he explains in the same hostile tone he always uses (whether he’s talking to his own mother or someone he deems unimportant and useless, like Izuku). 

They do this song and dance every year. 

For reasons that Izuku can only guess, every year Kacchan and he are placed in the same class. And you would think that his former friend would get used to it, but nope!

“Sorry?” He tries again. If Kacchan doesn’t back off soon he’ll be late for sure. He still has to change out his shoes and put his bag away. 

Another scoff, followed by the unmistakable sound of crackling explosions (a warning because no pain follows the sound). 

Izuku winces back.

Kacchan shoves him. “Just stay out of my way.” He leaves. 

If Izuku were just a little braver and less afraid of the pain that’s sure to follow, he’d point out that Kacchan was the one to seek him out and not the other way around. Alas, he’s not, and the time to do so has come and gone. 

He rights his uniform and avoids the stares of his peers as he trudges the rest of the way to his locker. 

-x-x-x-

First period goes exactly as expected. His new homeroom teacher overlooks Izuku and nearly marks him absent. Someone throws bits of crumpled up paper at him, ending up in his curly mess of hair. 

But Kacchan seems to ignore him, which is…..

Good, he guesses. 

The rest of the day follows in similar fashion, as does the one after that and the one following that one. 

The days turn to weeks and eventually months until it’s April, and their teacher is pressing them about choosing a highschool for next year. 

“So, since you’re all third years, it’s time to think seriously about your futures. I’m going to handout the paper for your future plans now, but looking around-”

Izuku cringes back anticipating his classmates’ rowdiness. Technically it’s illegal to use quirks in public without the proper licensing, but it’s hard to control children and young teenagers from using their quirks. So, it’s mostly for those in high school and above in age. 

Kacchan goes on a rant that ends with a broken desk. Izuku tries to keep his desk together for the rest of the lesson. 

In truth, he knows that Kacchan would make an excellent hero. His quirk is just so cool, and if he’d learn to be a little nicer than he could achieve great things. 

He still wishes their teacher wouldn’t take every opportunity to throw him under the metaphorical bus whenever the chance arose. Would it have hurt not to mention where he’s planning on applying? Especially given his status as quirkless. 

He sighs, putting his head on his desk. 

Today is going to be a long day!

-x-x-x-

Yagi Toshinori is not having a good day. Not that he ever does, but today is….just a lot.

He’s in town to meet with the successor Nighteye lined up, and that, mixed with his new teaching position (something he never thought he’d be doing) is causing his already high blood pressure to rise. It doesn’t help that wherever he looks there’s someone else that needs help, or another villain that needs defeating. 

He’s tired.

But what else would he do if he wasn’t All Might, the symbol of Peace? Get a day job in some cramped office? Have freetime and make meaningful connections outside of heroics? 

Detective Tsukauchi would certainly be happy.

A loud commotion shakes him from his train of thoughts. 

That can’t be good!

-x-x-x-

Finally, thankfully, the final bell rings, dismissing them. Izuku hurries to gather his things. He needs to add a page to his hero notebook. 

“Deku!” Kacchan screams from across the room. 

The few students that aren’t a part of Kacchan’s entourage make themselves scarce. A couple of which he remembers protecting from Kacchan’s wrath when they were smaller. 

This time his rant ends with Izuku having a singed uniform, a water-logged notebook, and more reasons why he isn’t even worth the dirt he walks on. 

He trudges home, fetching his notebook from the Koi Pond out front. 

“Silly fish, this isn’t food. Let go.” He shakes the notebook, hoping that’ll help it dry out faster.

If one of his classmate’s saw him now, they’d probably think he was more pathetic than usual. With his hunched shoulders, crestfallen expression, and slow gait. 

He starts to walk under a bridge, staring down at his notebook. If it’s ruined he’ll break into Kacchan’s house and steal his All Might card. 

“Sorry about this, kid,” a voice that sounds like if the stuff from the garbage disposal came alive and could talk, says. 

“What-”

The next thing Izuku knows he’s choking, vision doubling. 

He kicks and fights and struggles, but it’s fruitless as the villain takes control of his body.

“Stop fighting, it’ll only hurt for forty-five seconds.” The villain laughs.

Izuku continues to struggle. 

I don’t want to die!

Someone help me!

Help me!

Help-

Then, he knows nothing. 

-x-x-x-

Izuku slowly comes to. His head is pounding and the air smells heavily of sewage, but he’s alive. 

He groans, and someone lightly smacks him on the cheek. He opens his eyes to see….

Izuku sits up, eyes wide. 

“Hey….oh!” 

“Ahhhhh!”

All Might chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about you getting caught up in my villain fighting.”

“Ahhhh….”

Izuku’s brain slows to a halt as he processes what meeting the number one hero means. All the questions he’s always wanted to ask escape him. And he needs to at least ask for an-

He turns his head to his notebook, but All Might has already signed it. 

He’s so cool!

All Might shows off his pop bottle full of the…Sludge Villain? He’ll definitely have to write about his quirk when he gets home, right after he writes the entry for the villain fight from earlier today. 

“See you on the other side of the screen,” All Might says, getting ready to jump into the sky. 

Wait! But I still have so many things to ask him!

“Wait!” He shouts, lunging for his legs just as his favorite hero takes off. 

“Let go! Your fanaticism is too much!” 

“I can’t! I’ll die!”

“Hm, good point! Hold on!”

-x-x-x-

When they land the kid wobbles forward. Flying is definitely something you have to get used to, so he doesn’t blame the kid for looking out of sorts. He does blame the kid for being so damn reckless! 

And-

He deflates into a shadow of his former glory. 

Pitiful.

Horrible.

“All Might- ah!” The kid is on his feet again, and the star-like fanaticism has returned to his big, green eyes. “You’re not All Might.”

“I am.” He lifts his t-shirt, showing off his grotesque injury. “About five years ago I got into a fight with a villain. I can only do hero work for five hours each day.”

The kid tilts his head to the side, like a puppy. He mumbles something to himself before speaking up. “Was the fight with Toxic Chainsaw?”

“Hey, you really know your stuff,” All Might compliments. 

He watches the kid’s eyes light up at the praise. The kid lightly laughs, shrugging his shoulders. “Thank you.” 

“Well, I should head to the police station.” He starts for the door. If he hurries then he can get to the police station and turn the villain before One for All fizzles out for the day. 

‘Wait!” The boy shouts.

He stops, waiting.

“Can someone….” the boy trails off, obviously trying to build up the courage, “can someone, like me, someone quirkless ever hope to be a hero like you?”

He’s suddenly thrust back into a time before Nana’s death and U.A and all the fame that came with becoming the number one hero. A time where he asked nearly the exact same question to the only adult who ever showed genuine care for him. 

He looks at the kid, still a boy, small and with a nervous but kind deposition that any villain would take and destroy in a heartbeat. His large green eyes are so full of hope, silently begging his idol; his hero to agree that he can one day become a hero. 

He looks at the kid, and sees himself before all the destruction and death and thinks-

I have to protect that.

“It’s okay to dream, kid, but be realistic. If you want to help people, join the police department. They don’t really get recognition but they do a lot of important work.”

He sees the kid’s shoulders slump, face contorting in an effort to prevent himself from breaking down. 

All Might’s heart breaks a little more, and if he didn’t have somewhere urgently to be he’d explain himself a little more. He leaves with little fanfare, exiting out the side door with a simple apology.

It’s not until he reaches the ground floor that he realizes the sludge villain is no longer in his possession.

“Great,” he groans.

-x-x-x-

Izuku’s day couldn’t possibly get any worse. All Might left and it felt like he took a piece of Izuku with him. Not in a creepy-super-obsessed-fan way, more like that feeling people get when someone they really care about and haven’t seen for a while comes to visit, and then eventually has to leave (and you know for certain it’s the last time you’ll ever see them).

Down below cars rush past, and people chatter loudly from their balconies. The spring air is starting to cool down as the sun slowly sets. 

At some point Izuku decides he’d rather go home before the sun completely sets than face his mother’s wrath (or worry, and that’s always worse, because he hates making people worry about him). 

The walk home is normal. And he brightens up once he remembers All Might signed his notebook. Up ahead he sees a crowd of people, similar to this morning. Heroes mingle off to the side, looking unsure of how to proceed, and it looks like someone’s being held hostage by the-

Oh!

Izuku looks at the ground. If he hadn’t stopped All Might none of this would be happening. He cranes his neck to get a closer look. 

And there, trapped among the gooey confines of the sludge villain is his former friend-

“Kacchan!” He yells, shoving passed other civilians. 

“Stay back, Deku!” Kacchan shouts back, voice muffled by the liquid but undoubtedly his. 

Izuku looks at the heroes, who are standing idle and of no help, and then looks at the other civilians, who trust that the heroes will deal with this mess, and then back to Kacchan.

Kacchan-who despite his cruelty and threats and a childhood full of tearing Izuku down, piece-by-piece-is still someone worth saving. 

He races forward, using his backpack as a shield and weapon. The sludge villain taunts him, and Kacchan begs him to stand down. But he’s never been any good at listening, so Izuku continues to hit the villain with his bag, and when that doesn’t work, he starts scratching at the villain’s eyes (or the approximation of where he remembers the eyes being). 

“Let him go!” He screams. 

“Don’t worry, Civilians, why?” All Might says, joining the fray (and if Izuku wasn’t in the process of freeing Kacchan, he’d be awestruck). “Because I am here!”

The next thing Izuku knows, he’s on his back, with the smell of sewage in the air - for the second time that day. 

-x-x-x-

The heroes scold Izuku, calling him ‘reckless,’ and a ‘liability waiting to happen.’ All things he’s heard time and time again, and at least Kacchan’s alive. If not severely pissed off. 

He catches up to Izuku just to say as much before marching off. 

Izuku makes peace with the fact that he’ll never be a hero like All Might. He keeps his head low and starts for home. 

“Young man!” All Might shouts, running to meet him at an almost comical speed. 

Izuku sputters, falling backwards. “Wha- All Might!?”

What he proceeds to tell Izuku shakes his entire world view. 

Quirks that can be given? A quirk kept so secretive that no one besides a few others knows of its existence? 

It all sounds too hard to believe, but Izuku isn’t one to question someone just giving away (with extensive training) quirks for free. Especially if that someone is All Might. 

He asks if Izuku wants to become a hero and shakes his hand.

And Izuku…..

…..Izuku feels like he’s coming home.

[deliciouswastelandgoddess]

Kinnporsche and Queer Dressing - The Genius of Kinnporsche's Wardrobe

Also read:

The Genius of Kinnporsche's Humour

The Genius of Kinnporsche's Intimacy The Genius of Kinnporsche's Plot Twists

I remember the first time I came across any KP content on Tumblr - it was the entire boat scene set where Kinn is leveling a gun at Porsche asking him to be his bodyguard and P just yeets himself off of the boat. I had no prior knowledge or context for this but I still remember thinking - this looks fruity as hell. And I know it was because of alot of things but primarily it was because of how Kinn was dressed. So I bring to you my take on how Kinnporsche utilizes each character's wardrobe to frame their queerness in the narrative - four characters in particular actually - Tankhun, Kinn, Vegas and Porsche.

I want to prelude this by stating that I like to think of Kinnporsche as a romantic/comedy/action show which happens to have a gay lead pair rather than a gay mafia show - I think the cast and crew have gone out of their way to make it feel that way as well because while there exists a distinctive queer experience of life, in the end people are people and no amount sexuality or gender differences will stop us from empathising and sympathising with a character.

A character's wardrobe can be a powerful tool in delivering narrative short hand. Some short-hands can contribute to creating excessively harmful stereotypes but if done right it can engage the target audiences (queer people in this case) by giving them something to relate to. It could be the way someone talks, or their body language, film references and ofcourse their clothes. To me it feels like the KP showrunners went out of their way to find stylists who were in touch with queer pop culture (both western and eastern) and how that reflects in men's wardrobe (all men I would say but gay and gnc men in particular).

1. Tankhun

Tankhun's style is representative of the early western media depiction of what a gay man would dress like. They haven't really confirmed his sexuality in the show so far but I don't think that matters. Even if he turned out to be straight, the roots of his wardrobe choices lay in the out and proud gays of the 70s, 80s and the 90s in the west.

Tankhun sticks to a masculine cut - blouses and trousers - but the fabrics and colors are not what you would expect from western traditional masculine attire. You see a lot of pink - a colour associated with femininity traditionally, eccentric prints, colorful necklaces, glitter, funny sunglasses, leather, furs, ruffles, and ostentatious jackets. He's confidently loud about his gender non-conformity.

It's also interesting to note that while garish colors or prints are not considered effeminate when it comes to traditional eastern clothing for men, the same group of people would consider it effeminate just because the clothes are western. Tankhun really embodies the idea of queer dressing as we see it in western pop culture - this is queer dressing at its loudest. Also I would give my left lung for that floral Cape he's wearing here.

2. Kinn

Kinn at first glance seems to be the antithesis of Tankhun when it comes to his dressing. He is always in his suits and button downs, hair always in place, luxury watches, etc. - he oozes classic western masculine elegance. Very Very masculine and very very elegant. Even his informal clothing and pyjamas are very crisp. But let me remind you again that it was his ombre suit that made me think that something very LGBT seems to be happening in this show.

Porsche should have clocked him the moment he turned up to Yok's bar in this absolute icon of a suit. It's the softest of colours - a faint blush - completely at odds with his first impression of mafia machismo. He still manages to look edgy in it but it's so so feminine and delicate. The legendary ombre suit is iconic not just because it's a beautifully put together fashion moment (I would give both my lungs for this one) but because it frames Kinn's queerness visually rather than just through words or dialogues. Kinn is also the only character in the story who actually calls himself "gay" like sure everyone is gay in KP but he's the only one who owns up to that label. So not only is he an out and proud gay man he's actually in touch with queer fashion sensibilities and not afraid to use feminine/gnc elements in his dressing. It's also great representation to have different types of queer characters expressing themselves.

Once you start noticing his dressing with a keen eye you can really see that very few straight men would dress the way Kinn does but it's a very subtle thing. His penchant for red, his earrings (oh lord his earrings), the rich boy knit t-shirts tucked into his cropped pants, the 6 inches of ankle over his little pull on shoes - he screams gay but like very quietly. The second time Porsche should have clocked him:

Again to add here, earrings aren't considered to be particularly feminine in many Eastern cultures. Also they are gaining mainstream popularity in the west as well. Thirdly steel jewelry for crime lords is a very old media trope. It's still a little fruity though.

Kinn's wardrobe is hands down my favourite in the show for multiple reasons and the understated queerness just makes it even more delicious. I could go on and on about him in just the first episode but alas we have to move on.

3. Vegas

Vegas is again on the subtler side of the queer dressing spectrum - I would argue he is even more understated than Kinn. He employs a bunch of interesting prints but that's actually pretty normal for asian mafia representation in media (eg: the guy standing behind Vegas in the gif).

His most telling outfit was this red satin blouse which is gloriously androgynous - the cut is pretty masculine, the fabric is feminine and colour is something between the two. It isn't soft at all (unlike the ombre suit) but it's very delicate - both delicate and dangerous - it's a lovely dichotomy. Interestingly this is also an outfit that evokes the way lesbians tend to dress which is a very different vibe to Kinn and Tankhun. I can't articulate why this screams lesbian™ but it does and i think it's very neat.

4. Porsche

My second favourite wardrobe in the show after Kinn's. He started out with the most basic straight manwhore™ outfits but slowly came into his queer fashion sensibilities. The stylists understood the assignment with him people. The tailored Italian pants with worned out t-shirts and old chucks just -*chef's kiss*- love to see it, very LGBT of him.

It's also a fun detail because clearly Porsche is a queer character but he isn't really in touch with queer pop culture so he's picking things up from his partner - he's learning. The high fashion Italian pants are obviously an influence from Kinn who is a much more experienced...ah gay, a learned gay, if you will - he be gaying alot longer than Porsche. Funnily enough though, even before Porsche started dating Kinn he exhibited quirks that I can only chalk up to him being a ✨bisexual✨ like not to sound like a Jane Austenesque puritan but what's with all the rolled up t-shirt sleeves huh??

It's an outdated term but Porsche's recent outfits really channel the Y2K metrosexual™. It's also lovely to see the fact, that there isn't a wrong way to be queer, represented in media. Porsche may not exactly fit into the well-read tuned-in category of the Twitter and Tumblr savvy woke™ LGBT community but he is woke because he is a decent human being. He is also the most traditionally masculine in his fashion choices (the cut, the fabric, the colors) amongst the four discussed in this post- the only remotely feminine thing in his outfits is the delicate silver chain and that's it but his wardrobe still manages to feel like it's catering to the...queer gaze, for lack of a better phrase.

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There isn't really a conclusion to this post except that I really enjoy overthinking about weird details in the media I consume.

+Honorary mentions:

Lady Jessica and Tay - love what they have done with their gender, absolute legends.

[beevean]

Thoughts on Castlevania: A teenager Dracula's isekai adventure against the Idea of Evil feat. the power of friendship?

Not even the Dark Lord is safe from The Power of Friendship :P

So this is technically the second time I play Aria of Sorrow. The first time, I got to Graham without all the prerequisite souls, and the idea of backtracking made me abandon the game lmao. So that says something.

The second time was much more fun :P

AoS is a good game. It didn’t wow me like PoR, it wasn’t as intriguing as OoE, but I had a good, consistent time. You know I'm having a good time when I don't write much beforehand :P

The level design of the castle is what left me the most impressed. It's pretty big, and you have to backtrack quite a few times, but I never felt lost, because I could easily remember places I couldn’t go to and why. Oh, I have the double jump, well there were some high platforms there; oh, I can walk on water, I remember a place that I couldn’t jump to when I could only float. Only one time I felt like wasting time, and it was when I got the sliding ability and I remembered an Ancient Book I couldn’t get in the Inner Study; that Book is near an area I couldn’t access yet, and I had to backtrack all the way back out of the Study and out of the Chapel. Thankfully, the teleporters are smartly placed everywhere else. There was a lot of thought behind it. As for the areas, I like some more than others, but I never thought "oh no, now I have to go through here". The Floating Gardens are where I struggled the most due to the unconventional way of navigating them, but they're cool so it's okay.

The Underground Reservoir is an odd area too. It’s, by far, the biggest map in the game:

(for comparison, a standard map)

But that entire upper right part? Completely optional. You just need to drop to the exist in the lower left corner. I don’t think you even need to defeat Legion! You only use the power of Galamoth to find the second Ancient Book. Technically, if you already know what you have to do, you can skip it! Only SOTN did a similar thing with the Clock Tower. I don't know how to feel about optional areas lol.

The big drawing point of this game is the Soul System, and... how do I say this? The thing is that, unlike Shanoa who takes the whole game before becoming powerful, Soma is pretty strong from the beginning  and he finds some very cool weapons throughout the game. Simply put, I rarely felt the need to use anything other than my strongest sword (although the temptation to use a gun was strong ngl). It doesn’t help that some souls take a long time to farm - to get into the Forbidden Area, I spent 5 minutes grinding for the soul of a Curly (an enemy you find early on in the game - I guess that it should be called Kali like the Hindu goddess?), and let me tell you, it’s not fun. It was the same reason I dropped AoS on my first playthrough. (the Curly Soul is pretty sick though, ngl, and the trip was worth it, because Claimh Solais is the Crissaegrim of this game <3)

I think my favorite souls are the Flame Demon, Baur, Death, Succubus, Triton and Headhunter :) and of course the bat lol, little white Soma bat is so cute

The way to unlock the good ending is slightly cryptic until you understand the logic. You need to fight Graham equipped with the Giant Bat soul (which you gain automatically), the Flame Demon soul (which you find either in the optional Underground Cemetery or the secret Forbidden Area), and the Succubus soul (which you find in the the Top Floor or in one room in the Arena... uhm, "chilling" with a Lilith?). The idea is that these three Souls have Dracula’s powers: turning into a bat, firing three fireballs, and absorbing enemies’ HP, a power displayed by Alucard and Dracula in later games. Once you understand, it makes perfect sense, and you even find three books hinting at this, but it still requires some intuition and a general amount of farming. I'd say it's pretty balanced and rewards your intelligence, but I hope your LCK status is high enough.

As for the second half of the game? Sorry, but after the joy that the Dracula Castle was in OoE, this one was disappointing. The Chaotic Realm, ironically, is a pretty boring place. It’s all washed out, the map is pretty much a spiral to the center, and there aren’t any new enemies. I can't help but seeing the mishmash of rooms all over the castle as assets recycling. The music is pretty bland too, it wants to be creepy but it just reminds me of Behind the Gaze from PoR.

However, Julius’ boss fight slaps (almost literally lol) and it’s the highlight of the game. No wonder people turned him into a badass! Also man, that bad ending! Short, but effective.

As for the story, it's interesting enough. Poor Soma went from being a random guy with an outrageous amount of drip to being the reincarnation of Dracula himself! I really, really like his design, all white, which can be seen as pure or deathly depending on your culture. I also felt for him when he insisted that he wanted nothing to do with Dracula and his castle and his powers. I can't wait to see what he will do in DoS :)

Difficulty wise, I also think it's well balanced. Soma is more resilient than you might think, he levels up pretty fast, and as I said many weapons are very strong. However I never felt like I was breaking the game. I probably can, but I'd need to grind more :P

The graphics are pretty! I don't have much to say. It's a nice, detailed artstyle that tries to replicate the one in SOTN with the more limited resources. Love all the shots with the big moon! I appreciate how there's no screen crunch at all, which was a common issue in GBA games: Soma's sprite is small enough, and the speed is fast enough.

Not super fond of the OST, though. The soundfont isn’t the best the GBA can produce, to say the least, even at the time - in the same year, Megaman Zero 2 came out, and I mean. Some of the tracks stuck in my head, like Castle Corridor, Clock Tower and Top Floor, all super catchy, but others slid off my head until I replayed, like Study or Dance Hall. The boss theme is annoying too :\ I rediscovered Chapel and Undeground Reservoir, though, they're very pleasant to listen to. And Heart of Fire is the good shit <3

So, I don't have much else to add. I had fun, and that's really it! I bet that it would have looked even more impressive had I played Circle of the Moon and Harmony of Dissonance before, but even without them on my belt, I can tell that this was an impressive game, and one built on replayability thanks to the Soul system. So yeah, I see why it's so beloved.

[liyuesbian]

✧ 101 dalmatians!au [ayaka]

notes: ........this is actually an updated (not rly) version of my 101 dalmatians!au with seulgi on my kpop gg writing blog..... sorryyyy i'm not being lazy i promise!! i've just got back from holiday and am working on a ningguang x reader but it might take a while (i rly wanna perfect it) so this is a placeholder for now :p

you would occasionally spot kamisato ayaka in the park walking her dalmatian. she's well-known around the local area because of her older brother: the mayor of the city. in fact, you also have a dog of the same breed, which is what drew you to her in the first place—minus her eye-catchingly extravagant outfits and cute facial features.

your own dalmatian is wonderful. when you were ten years old, your christmas wish was to get a puppy. much to your younger self’s disappointment, santa claus had gifted you with a rather large—and older—"puppy" than you had imagined in your head. nevertheless, you treated the newly named pongo with as much love as you could give him.

fast forward about ten years later and here is the same pongo eagerly trying to gain your attention as you sit in front of your piano. you’re thinking of how best to go about composing the last few bars of a song you’re working on.

unbeknownst to you, the dalmatian had sneakily altered the time of the clock and is now motioning to the door, howling. you double-check the time on your wristwatch but despite the inconsistency, you decide to go for the daily walk and attach a leash to his collar. it seems like you have no other choice: pongo has your hat between his teeth and is scratching at the door handle. you laugh as you give in to your dog’s contagious enthusiasm, taking your fedora from his mouth.

with the leash in one hand and a ball in the other, you are manhandled—or should i say doghandled—as pongo drags you all the way to the park. he appears to be looking for something, but you dismiss it. you attempt to undo the clasp of the leash, failing when pongo suddenly dashes off.

“slow down, pongo!” you yelp. this kind of high-energy behaviour isn’t new to you but it certainly catches you off-guard. in the end, you let your dog indulge himself in his antics and you’re led to the edge of the lake where you take a seat and gasp for breath. goodness, you don’t think you’ve ever done so much running in your life.

exhausted, you fan yourself with your fedora and loosen the top button on your dress shirt. the grass underneath you feels nice to rest on compared to the wooden chair you’d been sitting on for the whole morning.

it takes you a second to notice your companion gazing at a certain animal behind you. turning around, you recognise the dalmatian who’s seized pongo’s eyes from her pink collar and apprehensively look up to the owner. she’s perched on a bench next to the dog with her signature fan and a book in her hands. in shock, you jerk your head forward and blink a few times.

should we move somewhere else?

as if sensing your uneasiness, pongo barks and jumps to grab your hat. you sigh but grin at his mischievous face.

“come on, pongo. give it back.” taking her eyes off the pages of her book, ayaka glances at you and your dog, the ends of her mouth curving up ever so slightly to form a smile which stays hidden behind the upright fan. you throw the ball lightly in an attempt to get him to drop your hat.

it doesn't quite work and instead, rolls in the direction of the occupied bench. perdita, ayaka's dalmatian, glimpses at it, trying to withhold the urge to play with the bouncy toy. ayaka chuckles which causes you to cease your glaring at pongo to face her. the ringing of her laugh is pleasant and something you haven’t noticed before.

if only i could hear it every day. gently, you hit your cheeks to awaken yourself from your thoughts.

pongo is now frolicking in circles with the captured hat, vying for the attention of ayaka's dog. while you’re battling a two-way argument in your head and one with your dalmatian, you feel a soft nudge on your thigh. perdita has given you the ball back, and you could hear pongo whimpering sadly. impressed, you pet perdita who reacts with a delightful pant. the female dalmatian glances at pongo and apathetically walks back to her owner, who attaches a leash. they start to walk away.

pongo yaps in surprise. quickly, he abandons your hat and is about to take off when you tell him to stay, which he does obediently. you could tell your dog is planning to go after perdita, but you don’t want him running around aimlessly so you fasten his leash.

as soon as you do though, you’re being hauled once again towards kamisato ayaka. the hyperactive dalmatian follows the blue-haired woman and playfully circles her, earning a giggle from the subject of interest. unfortunately for the both of you, your legs have gotten tied to hers.

“oh my, i'm very sorry about this!” you blush. of course, you’ve never been in such close quarters with her before making it all the more embarrassing but you don’t entirely regret this moment either… until you realise that with the both of you frantically trying to get out of the awkward position and your dog pulling at the leash, the result would be all three of you tethering on the edge of the lake and perdita helplessly grabbing onto her owner to prevent the fall.

“oh no.” a splash is heard throughout the park.

clothes damp, you sit in the shallow water in cold shock, finding yourself no longer tangled around the dog leash. next to you, ayaka stands up to try searching for her hat and fan which pongo finds and gives to you with an almost apologetic expression.

“it seems i've lost my belongings,” she says worriedly.

“don’t worry, i have the things you're looking for right here.” you hand her her possessions and fix her hair but to no avail.

“ah, thank you.” you brush her wet bangs to the side so she could see.

“i'm truly very sorry! i don’t know how we ended up in the lake of all things.” you apologise profusely to the bewildered lady and attempt to make things better by removing the plants from her clothes. meanwhile, pongo has shaken himself dry and is relaxing next to perdita.

gosh, what kind of situation have i gotten myself into?

“no, it’s alright, i'll just dry myself off for now.” you see ayaka fetching a… soaked handkerchief from her purse.

“hold on, i usually carry one in my pocket.” however, yours too, is also drenched. “oh—"

ayaka begins to giggle. dumbfounded, you laugh with her. both of your dogs glance at each other and back at the pair of you, cocking their heads. you thought the pleasant sound and amicable smile were the only things about her laughter that could make your heart swell but now, with ayaka right in front of you, you notice things you would’ve never been able to before. you witness how her eyes crinkle and close shut and how her cheeks balloon revealing an even more charming side to her. you wonder what it would be like if you could make her this happy all the time.

after helping ayaka out of the pond, you feel it wouldn’t be right to leave her to go home all doused in water.

“would it be possible to invite you to our house? we live close by so it would be no trouble at all if you want to dry off there. it would probably be very uncomfortable to journey home in this state and i can't bear to watch you attempt to.” shyly, you meet her eyes after your impromptu offer to see ayaka grinning.

“i think i'd like to accept that offer. i suppose it is your fault too!” she quips and jokingly nudges your shoulder.

you smile back and turn to face your dalmatian who you will whisper many thank yous to later in life.

[thran-duils]

Total Eclipse (P.1)

Title: Total Eclipse (Part One) Summary: Fem!Reader x Sherlock Holmes (RDJ). Sherlock had an impression on the reader from a formative age but he was always so busy running with cases. Their moments of passions were coveted between the two but they were few and far between. He left with Watson on a case and in that time, her parents found her a suitable man to give her to. Wealthy and accomplished. Sherlock and her have not been able to let go of each other though. Words: 1,816 Warnings (for the whole fic): Angst, infidelity, smut, swearing, substance abuse, non liner storyline, character death, 18+ as always Author’s Note: more warnings may be added for other chapters. As always, 18+. Also, the song inspo is def Total Eclipse of the Heart but its the Blvck Ceiling remix!

Part Two || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

The carriage came to a stop outside the glove shop in front of you. It matched the description on the note that had mysteriously found its way into your cosmetics bag at home last night. And as the note had said, the gloves you picked up were already paid for. A practical gift from an absurdly practical man. One you could easily explain away to your husband as a gift he had simply given to you that he had forgotten that he had. He gifted items to you so often, it would not be hard to have this small token pass under his radar. Small to him but it was a symbol of a large wedge in your marriage, and it would always be.

The door opened and Sherlock was leaning out, smiling coyly. “May I offer you a ride, ma’am?”

“Do you even know where I am going?”

“Well, no. But if you would tell me…” You kept your face neutral at his toying and told him the address. He smiled broadly and said, “What a coincidence. I am heading that way and it looks like it might rain…” He turned his eyes skyward. It was cloudy. What a coincidence indeed. There was playfulness in his eyes as he pressed, “Ma’am?”

Sighing, you took his hand and let him help you into the carriage. He swung the door closed and tapped the wall behind him. The carriage took off.

“My, I’m pleased I was able to assist you,” Sherlock started cordially. “That is quite a lovely gown. Persian silk, is it not?”

“It is,” you answered stiffly.

You hated the games he played. He was going to pick you apart just for his own amusement now. Comment on all your riches simply because he had such a keen eye for everything with his travels and his intellect. And also because he liked you to remember how intelligent he was; it was something about him that had drawn you in in the first place. It still impressed you but now you knew it was him simply being petty more than anything. He wanted you and he wanted it badly. He was superior to your husband intellectually and always would be, something that would eat away at you. And besides intellect… Sherlock knew how to work your body like a well-tuned clock. This was foreplay for him. Assessing everything that had been going on with you in his absence since your last tussle in the sheets.

“Hmm. What lengths your family or husband must have gone to to acquire that fabric. You must really be special. Or they’re just woefully arrogant about their wealth.”

You shot him a disapproving look and he merely smirked briefly.

“I think it’s the latter personally. But what do I know? I haven’t seen you for four months.”

“Yes. What do you know?” you quipped.

“How is your son?” he returned quickly.

“With the nanny.”

“How aristocratic.”

“You never wanted children,” you told him tightly, getting tired of his questioning.

You knew why you were here. He was jealous still, even more so that you had had a child. And especially a child that was not his. He had been on a case across Europe at the time of conception… leaving no doubt about the father. But he was here now, wanting what he always wanted. A piece of you.

The two of you grasped at whatever pieces of the other you could get to hold close.

“Presumptive. We don’t know each other,” Sherlock replied, shooting you a look. You glared back and he merely simpered in response. “You look tired of the games.”

“I can’t even begin to describe how tired I am.”

The shades were drawn immediately by him, leaving the two of you in almost total darkness.

He was on you in a second and he pulled you close. “And how lonely?”

“Did you really shut yourself inside for four months?” you hissed back at him, as his hands played with the buttons of your bodice. “You are one to talk about loneliness! Watson told me!”

“I was only inside for two,” Sherlock responded lightly, as if that made it any better. “I had a case I did. But… two months inside was nothing. Why are you making such a big deal out of it? And why is Watson tattling to you?”

His hands were running up your sides, holding you close. His breath was hot, and he was coming in quickly. He claimed your mouth with his, the kiss deep and passionate. His tongue slipped past your lips, swirling and you responded in like. The two of you were panting with the intensity, hands grasping tightly on each other.

Sherlock managed to pull you down to the floor of the carriage and you hit him in protest. “My skirts! The dirty floor!”

“Say you fell. Make up a story of a heroic war hero – think of Watson for inspiration – helped you up off the cobble stone. It’ll make a great dinner story,” Sherlock spoke in hushed tones as he turned you around.

Your hands hit the opposite seat, chest planted firmly against it. Your heart was beating loudly in anticipation of the pleasure you were about to engage in. And the excitement that you truly could be caught at any moment if the carriage stopped for any reason.

Sherlock’s lips were at your neck, kissing up earnestly. He sucked deeply and you knew to let him; he knew the rules. He would never suck hard enough to leave a mark. No matter how much he wanted to. He nipped at your ear before circling back down; you turned your head to let him pull you back into a kiss.

He took this distracted opportunity to pull away, leaving you in a haze as he pushed your skirts up. You had done specifically as he liked and he was impressed.

“No undergarments,” Sherlock commented quietly his hands gripping the sides of your ass. “That’s very inappropriate and screams hussy in society. But… it’s very appropriate for me. I’m just delighted.”

“Will you get on with it?” You said impatiently. He always spoke so much and at the most inopportune time.

He chortled at you. “Always rushing. It’s what got you into your marriage in the first place, my love.”

His fingers traced. Running down between your thighs and pressing your legs open as you huffed indignantly at his rude comment. He always had to talk down about the situation you had found yourself in as a woman, no less. He knew why you had given in and still!

“And the fact—oh!” You gasped loudly at the last.

Sherlock’s fingers had dipped into your folds. He laughed quietly and warned you.

“Quiet now, dear. I paid the driver for discretion about who was in the carriage. Not discretion about any gossip he might hear. We should hurry it up though. We’ve taken three turns which means there are only four left. About fifteen minutes.”

Sometimes it paid off how perceptive he was but it still annoyed you right now when all you wanted to do was get off.

“How I wish I could turn around and sink onto you. That would ensure this would be done quickly,” you hissed at him.

You felt him at your entrance immediately and he pushed in. You groaned and he did in turn too. He filled you to the brim and sat stationary for just a moment, seeming to cherish the feeling before pulling out and setting himself a good pace. You pressed back onto him and one of his arms came to hold you tight across your chest. He still laid sloppy kisses along your exposed skin at your neck as he fucked you.

“Another turn,” you said sarcastically, just to rile him up.

And it worked.

He increased his pace in response, driving deeper. You lost your breath, fingers digging into the carriage seat as his teeth sunk in slightly. Bastard. He was pressing the rules just to teach you a lesson to be quiet and let him work.

His hand slipped back down to toy at your nub and your breath quickened.

Sherlock’s hand slapped across your mouth in anticipation. You hated he could read you so damn well. You moaned against his hand, your cunt clenching around his cock. His fingers dug in on your cheek, struggling to hold your pleasure in as you came undone as you were drawing it out of him with your tightness. He grunted loudly, sputtering. And then he was spasming just like you.

The third turn. The two of you felt and you were away from each other in a messy way. You pulled yourself back up onto the seat, touching at your hair. No, that was fine. He was always careful to not mess that up unless you two were spending the night together.

Across from you, Sherlock straightened at his waist coat. “The ball two days from now—” he started to say.

“It’s a masquerade.” You straightened your skirts out and sad back down on the carriage seat opposite him. You pressed them down further and did not miss the amused expression on his face.

“I’m quite aware, darling. Perfect opportunity.”

“For you to greet everyone? Come out of your shell?” you returned.

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Watson told me I should.”

“I’m telling you that you should.”

“And that is enough.”

He had a sincere look in his eyes.

In your tryst, the rain truly had started to fall, a steady beat on the top of the carriage.

You had only been married for less than two years. And god, how you wished it was to him. But that was never to be.

The carriage came to its final turn and your house was so close. Your big… big house. It was so empty. The two of you were locked in a gaze just as the carriage came to a stop.

Swallowing sharply, you grabbed your purse off the bench beside you and said loudly, “Thank you for your courtesy. My husband would have been angry if this silk had been ruined in the rain.”

“You better run quick since there’s no butler here to greet you.”

“Ass,” you snapped, and he smiled again. You hated his smug smile so much, but you cherished seeing it too all the same. You climbed out, reluctantly taking his hand to help.

“You didn’t even say ‘welcome back’.”

He was actually pouting.

“You’ve already made yourself at home, dear,” you quipped.

You slammed the carriage door in his face and heard him chuckle from inside.

Turning, you went up the pathway quickly to the gate and threw it open, not bothering to look back. You knew you would see him again at the ball. The light rain was no bother.

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also @mcnegan​ if you are interested haha!

(THIS IS THE ONLY TIME I’LL USE THE MARVEL TAG, OTHERWISE I’LL TAG SPECIFIC PEOPLE AFTER THIS SINCE IT IS NOT MARVEL, AND JUST AN RDJ CHARACTER! If you wanna be tagged, let me know! :D)