#im realllly not happy w how this turned out

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alien theme lets goooo

[goferwashere]

FELL FOR THE HYPNOSIS !

omg omg okay first question.. what was it like for Disco Kid being possessed / realizing he's possessed for the first time ? how did he feel, what was his reaction, was he scared ?? how does he come to terms with it and does it affect his day to day life ?

SECOND im soo curious as to how Tiger gets all this dirt on ppl . like is he a realllly good listener or is he just rlly sly ? or is it something more of him playing a clueless role so that the others that are monsters will trust him ? WHATS ALL THAT ABTT HES NOSEYYY

third i have no excuse for this one but im a big fan of Soda and Bull being fond of each other but if i remember correctly, in this AU Soda isn't so tolerant of monsters ... did that muddle their relationship ? does Soda know abt his close friend being a monster ? HOW DOES IT GOOOOO

I COULD COME UP WITH MORE BUT IM LITERALLY GOING CRAZY NOT KNOWING THE ANSWERS TO THESE ONES AND I DONT WANNA TAKE UP ALL YOUR TIME !! thanks 4 seeing this if u do and THANK U FOR GIVING US SUCH A SICK ASS AU !! 🩷

YAYYYYY ILY BUGGY YOU ALWAYS COME IN CLUTCH HELPING ME W MY BRAINROT

Okay I’ll go one at a time & sorry if they’re a bit long lol

1. Disco pulled up to the wrong address when going dancing, and didn’t know it until it was too late. He was going through his run down building expecting to find a race happening in one of the rooms, but this place was actually an abandoned WVBA building. They had a big dip in popularity in between the mid 90’s and the late 2000’s, and they had to get rid of a few of their properties. This place just so happened to be the building that Kid Quick died in. So obviously having his resting place disturbed ‘woke him up’, and he checked out the guy wandering around the building. He looked fit, and kinda reminded him of himself, so he just kinda… walked into his body. Quietly.

Disco felt a weird shiver, and definitely felt off when it happened, but nothing was obviously out of the ordinary so he brushed it off. He eventually found the right address and partied the rest of the night away.

Quick rode shotgun in Disco’s body for at least a few weeks without saying anything. He did feel kinda bad, and was definitely going to say something eventually (he was not.) so when Disco saw a translucent guy sitting on his couch trying to turn on his TV he almost passed out.

Quick freaked out and tried to wake him up, but only ended up possessing his body, which freaked both of them out further. (Okay well maybe Quick was excited to have a body again but Disco was NOT a happy camper.)

It was a miracle that Quick convinced Disco not to call an exorcist. But they sat down and had conversation about their lives, like old friends. When Quick told his story about dying in the ring, Disco offered to help him out. He seemed like a chill guy and as long he didn’t run away with Disco’s body he was okay with sharing.

The rest was history! (Again I am working on that oneshot where they’re the protags so I hope I can finish that soon 😋)

2. OKAYY so Tiger is all about playing dumb. He’ll intentionally act clueless about situations he already knows all about to see if he can get new info, or will see how the person he’s talking to feels about what’s going on.

Example if Aran and Macho Man were beefing, he’d *conveniently* pass by and go to both of them separately later, without telling them that they’d talked to the other person. He can get a read on their vibe yk?

He also uses his magic to hide himself when important conversations are being had, or will send a clone to gather info if he’s busy. He’s running a whole operation. He has to know about everything that’s happening, because how can he tease people with knowledge he shouldn’t know if he doesn’t know anything at all?

I do think some of the other boxers have just kinda accepted that nothing is a secret from him.

But I think the big mystery he’s really after is Sandman’s identity. Like he wants to know if he’s a human or monster SOOO BAD. He knows that would be world ending knowledge so that’s his ultimate goal. No luck so far though.

3. Soda and Bull were both initially on good terms and had a lot of respect for each other until their first fight. Bull saw how hard Soda was pushing to try and beat him, to the point where he thought Soda was going to die from over exerting himself. But in an effort to make a good impression with the other monsters (since he was still relatively new at the time), still beat Soda’s ass.

Soda had received word from Great Tiger beforehand that Bull was actually a monster. He thought that if he could beat him in this fight then somehow it would ‘make up’ for the fact that bull was a monster, and they could carry on with being friends despite their differences.

But Soda lost, and was pretty crushed by the defeat. Their relationship soured after this, though Bull never really knew why. He was upset about it, but some pep talk from the monsters saying that ‘he’s better off hanging out with them’ had bull turn his back on Soda.

ALSO WITH ALL THAT SAID PLEASE TAKE UP MORE MY TIME I LOVE ANSWERING THESE QUESTIONS IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY THAT SOMEONE ELSE IS INTERESTED IN MY AU 🧡

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Kinktober Day 8 - Blood & Injury - [Tomura Shigaraki/Reader]

[Ao3 Mirror] Rating: Teen (blood & injury) Word Count: 1,169 Summary: After his fight with Re-Destro, Shigaraki wants to see you. Contains: Post-MLA Arc (spoilers up to Ch230-240); blood & injury, Soft Shigaraki =====

He stands, still slouching over the red-haired man you assume to be Re-Destro. There should be the ever familiar yells of fighting, screams of pain, intimidation, rage, but it is utterly and completely silent. He moves, lifts his gaze up to the crowd- and a presence settles over you, so heavy, so real, so forceful, you nearly collapse.

You’ve seen him on a battlefield before, this is not that.

Something has happened, something more than the devastating injuries that have blood pouring from his arms, smeared all over his face, still running free from his cracked nose. They speak, the two men in the crater, while you exchange worried glances with Spinner. A motion from Re-Destro has a medic rushing to his side. They bind the once-taller man’s legs, but Tomura rejects them without a word.

And just like that it’s over; other Liberation grunts carry Re-Destro out- and Tomura does not look at you or Spinner or anyone at all as he limps along behind. You want to be at his side, to take his weight- but there’s a glint in his eyes that makes you think just this once your touch would be unwelcome.

The MLA and League regroup, settle into a fancy hotel that was untouched by the decay. Not being in the room with him as he speaks with Re-Destro has your stomach uneasy, makes you pace anxiously- waiting for news of any direction. The doctors that appear for you are the first good sign; Himiko and Jin must be doing okay enough if they’re able to spare time with you. But your injuries are minimal as compared to theirs or Tomura’s and soon you are back to pacing.

The doors open. The bastard politician stands there- and twists his lips as he works up the nerve to speak what he’s been told. “He wants to see you.”

He says it with such a tired dejectedness you don’t need to ask, but do anyway. “Who?”

He hesitates again, before settling on “Shigaraki.” You stand- as do Atsuhiro and Shuichi, but Trumpet speaks again: “just you.”

You glance to the others, but find only suspicion in their eyes. You don’t trust him either… but the promise of being able to talk with Tomura, to find out what the hell is going on is too tempting.

You follow him down the hallway. Follow him to a set of double doors just off the lobby. He motions for you to enter, so you steel yourself, ready your Quirk on the fair chance this is a trap, and open the door.

“Should get him to let the medics patch him up.” Trumpet advises you lowly- and shuts the door behind you.

You blink- and on the far side of the room, you see him. It hadn't been a trick of the light in the crater: his hair is white, snowy where it isn't soaked in red-brown.

“Oh, gods, Tomura,” falls from your mouth as you close the distance. He’s still beat to hell, the rings under his eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen them. Dried blood cakes his face, peeling and broken off over the tip of his nose, the curves of his cheeks. But that’s hardly the worst of it. The damage to his arm is beyond anything you’ve seen before. The Quirk backlash has decayed away his own skin, left huge cracks that spider their way up his arm, all the way up to the corner of his mouth. The space in between is covered in skinless, half-decayed flesh. Tomura stares at that hand, arm trembling slightly. The other hand, however.

“Tomura…” he’d at least taken someone’s advice during the meeting. A towel wraps around his wrist and from the corners, you think it was probably once fluffy and white. It isn’t anymore.

“I remembered something.” Whatever despondency was there has faded- and Tomura returns to the room with full awareness.

"You need a doctor." Your fingertips ghost over the cracks of his arms- and his hand raises, smears blood over your sleeve at he touches your bicep. His fingers shake, the slow twitching of his muscles damaged- but he grabs at you. Only then do you look up, look to his scarred face. The oxidized blood is brown, but the scarlet of his iris, the red of the tired, overworked capillaries of his scalera is close enough to blood to still make your stomach tighten.

His other arm lifts- and the towel shifts. The fabric rots away before you- bloodied cloth fading away into spindling fibers until nothing is left around the twitching remains of his hand. You can't hide your gasp; he moves his hand and the two long, thin fingers turn as he examines the ruined gore that clings to his palm. Bile rises in your throat, the memory of Atsuhiro's bloodied, sheared-off shoulder resurfacing without permission.

You touch the knuckle of his ring finger and both fingers- and part of the wound- twitches in response. "Careful." A questioning look has him continue, "My Quirk still works."

"...With two fingers?"

He nods, after all, you had just seen the towel turn to dust. Most of the bleeding from his crushed hand has stopped, at least- "I've only ever wanted to destroy." You blink, look to him again- and find him staring at you. The weight of his gaze makes you shake. "To make this broken society rot... But after," He pauses, tips his head as he thinks. "I want you to see that horizon."

"We will." You say, "That's always been the plan, Tomura."

"No." His half-decayed right hand lands at the corner of your jaw, ring and pinky finger lifted, as though he can't trust himself to keep just one off you. "I want to see it with you."

His mouth is on yours. His bright red eyes are still open, so close now you can only gasp against his lips in shock- and Tomura has no problem taking advantage of it. His tongue sweeps through your mouth, warm and wet. A cut on his lip opens again and the taste of iron follows, frees you from the shock long enough to close your eyes and lean into him.

Finally, finally the adrenaline crashes. The stress of the fight, of seeing him like this, all crumbles down onto you and you're grabbing at his shoulders, the back of his neck, into his now-white hair. All that matters is his kiss- heavy and hot and messy, unpracticed but dominating- and the fact that he's alive, that you're both still breathing and barely standing up and-

Tomura wavers, his three-fingered grasp of your jaw tightening as he stumbles, catches himself on his misshapen, injured leg. You grab his sides where he at least looks bloody or bruised, try to steady him as he looks down at crushed hand again. A fresh trail of blood drips down his ring finger, drips onto the floor. He mutters, more to himself than you, "Should get that doctor."

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