#it's devastating to realize you've become a person you never thought you would

[obiwanwhat]

So I firmly believe that everything Anakin did and said wasn't about him and what he needed to say, it was about what Ahsoka needed to hear and see.

There is so much to unpack within EVERYTHING of that episode but here's my attempt at trying to deconstruct the latter half of the Anakin & Ahsoka scenes:

"Ahsoka, within you will be everything I am"

For 15 years, Ahsoka thought that Anakin had died a Jedi. From the time she was 17 to the time she was 32 - it was a belief she held for her entire adult life! Her training as a Jedi was foundational to who she was (even if she wasn't a Jedi), and being trained by Anakin was the core of her Jedi training. For over a decade, she looked at that inheritance with nothing but pride over who had trained her and where she'd come from. And then she finds out what Anakin became. Obviously it's devastating to see someone who you consider family in the state, and to have them try to kill you! But the thing I'd never considered was how much it would make Ahsoka doubt herself. If Anakin trained Ahsoka - and you can bet she's now going over every memory of Anakin she ever has searching for double meanings, searching for signs of what he would become - what does that make her? What does that say about her training, and about all the lessons that shaped her?

"But my part of that legacy is one of death and war"

On top of that...Ahsoka has been a soldier and then a spy since she was fourteen. She was a literal child soldier! She was trained in nothing but killing and war, and then later had to train herself in killing and spying. Without a war to fight, who is she? Now that peace has (apparently) returned to the galaxy with the end of the Empire, what place does she have? What purpose does she serve? What knowledge of use does she have to pass onto Sabine?

"But you're more than that, because I'm more than that"

This isn't Anakin trying to defend himself, he's pointing out that to Ahsoka he means more than the death he caused, both as Jedi soldier and as Darth Vader. When he trained her, he didn't just teach her how to kill - he taught her how to respect and care about the men under her command, he taught her how to be brave in the face of insurmountable odds, he taught her how to be kind to the innocent. Clone Wars Anakin was just as much a Jedi as he was a solider, and so both trainings are what were passed down to Ahsoka. And his becoming Vader doesn't undo any of that. I don't think Ahsoka had ever figured out how to feel about Anakin's legacy, because how can she respect the man who became a genocidal monster? How can she respect and love and honor the man who tried to kill her? She should - well, not hate him, a Jedi (or even a not-Jedi) doesn't hate - but she should disavow him. But she can't, because he's still the man who stood up for her when the Jedi Council turned their backs on her, who drilled her in the lightsaber techniques that saved her life on Mandalore, who saved her life too many times to count and was her family. And she doesn't know how to reconcile those feelings with what Anakin became, and therefore she doesn't know how to reconcile the parts of herself that come from being trained by Anakin.

"You are more, Anakin. But more powerful and dangerous than anyone realized"

She's sidestepping the point by falling back on her default defense: Anakin fell to the Dark Side, and therefore everything that came out of his teachings - including her - is tainted. She still can't admit to herself that there was more to Anakin than his fall, and that all those parts of Anakin still mean something to her.

"Is that was this is about?" / "If I am everything you are-" / "then you've learned nothing"

She's still missing the point Anakin's trying to show her - that she carries his trainings and influence within her, but she is not Anakin. She is not tainted by Anakin's fall, and her fate will not be the same as his, because she's her own person who makes her own choices, and the good in Anakin's teachings - the good in her that came from them - doesn't just go away because Anakin fell. She's still so scared of Anakin's darkness - and what it says about her own inner darkness - that she can't see her own light.

"Back to the beginning. I gave you a choice - live, or die?"

For the last 10 or so years (however long since she returned from Malchor), Ahsoka's been in a holding pattern. All she knows is war, and she doesn't know what there is to life outside of fighting to live another day. She's terrified of who she is and of facing the ghost of Vader over her past. She's not living anymore, she's just surviving, moving from day to day. Anakin's telling her that's not enough anymore. Not being able to face her past and embrace her training literally killed her - Baylan was able to unbalance her enough to defeat her in a fight by stoking her inner discord. If she wants to return, she has to want to live, really live - she needs to find her direction in life beyond being a solider, and to do that she has to embrace her full legacy and training. If she can't do that, then she'll stay dead, stuck in the world between worlds.

"No-" / "Incorrect" / "You lack conviction" / "Time to die"

She still doesn't know how to see past Vader, so Anakin give her the opportunity to work through it in a way she can understand - by literally fighting her figurative demon.

"I choose to live"

By fighting Vader, by having the chance to kill him and embrace the Dark Side and realizing she didn't take it, realizing that she never even wanted to, Ahsoka finally realizes what Anakin's been trying to show her - she's not Vader, she never will be, because that's not who she is. Anakin's teachings are a part of her that she cannot escape, but there is more to Anakin's teachings than Vader, and there is more to her than what she has been taught. To find out what she is meant to be and move forward she must embrace where she came from. Only then can she return to the world of the living and move forward with her journey.

[meiiuka]

Hi!! I'd like to request a oneshot (hurt-comfort) where Kokichi lies about something really serious and when and when the reader, (who is usually very calm and patient), realizes it was just a prank they gets really mad and upsed, I hope it's ok!

thank you for the idea anon! i hope you kokichi simps enjoy

kokichi ouma hurt-to-comfort as his s/o — oneshot:

category: one shot, hurt-to-comfort, fluff synopsis: you think you’ve caught your boyfriend kokichi ouma in a devastating lie. turns out, it was just a prank, but this still doesn't sit well with you. how could he lie about something so serious?

you watched kokichi scroll through his phone on the couch beside you, casually flipping past various apps as part of his routine. it wasn't until you saw him texting someone else that your eyes couldn't help but veer towards his screen. you didn't want to come off as too overbearing or possessive, but it was becoming hard to shrug off. you had front row seats to the ongoing message exchange between kokichi and this unfamiliar person. it probably wouldn't have been that big of a deal on a normal occasion, but something inside of you told you to worry.

you felt your heart thump loudly against your ribcage as your gaze darted away from the screen. was it right to be this concerned? you bit your tongue and took a quick peek at what the messages said.

the first one at the top was from the other person: "i miss you, my love” a wave of shock crashed over you before you could fully process anything, but your eyes kept going. the message right below it was somehow even worse.

"when are you going to come back to me and stop hanging out with that dumb bitch y/n?"

your eyes filled with horror. you couldn't help trembling at the words on your boyfriend’s screen.

kokichi quickly swiveled his head towards you with the audacity to have a huge smirk on his face. he was already in the process of responding with a heart at the end of his message but your eyes were too glossy with tears to read any of the words attached to the message.

your hurt feelings spilled out before you could control them. "kokichi, how could you do this? i thought i could actually trust you, but you betrayed me. how long have you been talking to someone else?!" you tried to stay firm in your anger but it morphed into crushing sadness.

"woah, let me explain…” his voice immediately dripped with regret as he rushed to hold your face with both of his hands, but you batted them away from you. "please... you've already hurt me enough. why are you doing this? i'm leaving."

you held your tears in your throat as you got up from the couch and headed towards the door.

“WAIT y/n it was just a prank! i’m not talking to anyone else!” his breath quickened as he chased you, "i'm... so sorry. i took it too far didn’t i? i just thought the look on your face would be hilarious if..." his voice trailed off. it hit him that there wasn't any justification for his thoughtless prank.

as you turned the handle to leave, kokichi’s panicked voice rang closely behind you, desperately pleading for your attention. you turned to face him, hot tears starting to scrape your cheeks. “you thought my pain would be funny?” your voice cracked in disbelief. “that’s not something you play around with, kokichi. how the hell would this ever be funny?”

his big sad eyes were genuinely remorseful. he took a step closer to reach his hand out to you. “i know. i’m really sorry. i didn’t think any of it through like i should’ve. you might not believe me, but never meant to hurt you like this..” his voice trembled slightly as he spoke. “i knew you’d see my phone screen if we were sitting together on the couch. that’s why like an idiot, i thought it’d be funny i’d pretend i was talking to another person…” meanwhile you felt torn between your pain and the softer side of kokichi that you knew existed. “it’s just that… i don’t understand why you would do this,” you cried, trying to control your emotions.

he took a deep breath as he struggled to put his regret into words. “i know i’m not always the best at telling you how i feel, but i do care about you. i want to make you laugh, not cry. so please let me make it up to you…” his words were starting to pull your defensive walls down but the hurt was still fresh. “how will i know you won’t pull another hurtful prank again?” you asked, your tone cautious yet still yearning for reassurance.

kokichi took your hand gently, his tone soft and comforting. “no more thoughtless pranks. i swear… if i do it again you can kick me but, i know you won’t have to.” he chuckled a little as he spoke but his regret was still evident.

“ok,” you whispered, “but you have to show me that you mean it. and let me see the messages, because part of me is still afraid it was a real person.” kokichi nodded, handing you his phone the moment you asked. he lightly squeezed your hand. “i won’t mess up like this again. i’ll be there for you in the way you’ve always deserved.”

relief washed over you as this mystery person tuned out to be kokichi’s own number. this prank was stupid, you thought to yourself, shaking your head slightly. “i see it now,” you sighed with a quivering voice. “i’m sorry i got so upset. i know you were just trying to be funny but this just got to me for some reason.”

kokichi rushed to interrupt you. “no! don’t be sorry for anything right now, y/n. i’m dumb for not thinking before acting.” he buried his face in his hands. “sitting here doing nothing isn’t gonna help me, so i’ll do what i can now to help you. because that’s what matters most to me.”

you could feel the weight of your pain starting to dissolve. his arms opened for a hug as he leaned in, wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug. your tears fell against his shoulder as you cried. he rubbed your back and held you for a moment as you savored the feeling. you felt vulnerable having him hold you so closely but it soothed the ache you had in your chest.

“i promise, love,” he whispered against your ear, “i will never do anything like this again. it hurts me to see you cry like this, especially knowing i’m the one who caused it.” you relaxed in his embrace. he pulled away to look at you, hands perched above your shoulders as he spoke. “how about i treat you to dinner? i know it won’t fix anything but i want to show you i care somehow.”

you laughed at his effort. “okay babe,” you replied, “let me go get ready and i’ll be right down.”

“i love you, y/n,” he murmured softly, pulling you in before planting a kiss against your lips. “let me make it up to you”

[yandere-fics]

♡ How They React To A Darling Who Used To Like Them ♡

♡ Skye was not the most interested in dating when she left her parents manor, she was always anxious because she had left her sister's behind and she had a lot of college work to get done, so although you two were fairly close, she just could never return any feelings you expressed. She did date but when she did she was always clingy and needy and you were a close friend so she didn't want to risk becoming that way with you. ♡

♡ She was fine just remaining friends with you, at least that was what she told herself but in actuality it was much harder to not want to date you and when your feelings faded she felt devastated. Still there wasn't much she could do. She hated feeling desperate for people so she buried it deep down, at least until you moved in next door. When you moved in she realized she finally had the perfect opportunity to weasle her way back into your heart and she wasn't going to let it go to waste. ♡

♡ Sophie never had anyone interested in her when she was younger so your feelings went right over her head even when you flirted with her every day since you moved into the house next door. She just thought you had a flirty personality but you really didn't mean anything by it. This level of density was eventually too excruciating to deal with so you just gave up and stopped paying attention to her and she figured it was because she was just no fun to joke around with. ♡

♡ That was until later she was hanging around with Skye who had casually asked whatever happened to that girl who used to be in love with her, referring to you. It was very startling when Skye said that and while she didn't really believe it, Skye was never wrong. As soon as she realized your flirting had been sincere she's taking every opportunity to be over at your house hoping you'll flirt again and then she can have an opportunity to reciprocate this time. ♡

♡ Darla has had a lot of people like her over the years, afterall she's very friendly and decent to look at so it didn't shock her even when her best friend constantly told her how hot they thought she was and asked her out on dates. You were just being nice, you didn't actually like her romantically surely, if you did then you'd be way more forward, kind of like how she wants to be. She knows your feelings probably aren't as intense as hers which is why she was not actively jumping you and ruining the friendship. Eventually you do stop which is upsetting because she'll be pissed off if you start dating someone, but you're still hers, you her best friend even though you two aren't dating yet but now that the charade is over she can actually start trying to get into your heart for real. ♡

♡ But then one night you confess that you used to be in lover with her and she realizes she screwed up by thinking you were just making a cruel joke. Oh well no time like the present, you two are dating now and there's not a single thing you can do to stop it! She'll start taking you on all those dates you asked for in the past, she remembered every single one of them and she has the money to make it happen so don't worry. ♡

♡ She was completely oblivious because if she had been aware she would have clutched on tight and never let go. Ellie already was possessive of you just by virtue of you being her friend and so she wouldn't have minded taking things to another level even if she didn't have a crush on you at the time. You never made a move or admitted it though so you two just remained the best of friends even as you grew up and she finally started to realize she had romantic feelings for you. ♡

♡ One day you admitted to her that when you were younger you had the biggest crush on her which caused her to freak out and kidnap you because now that you've said that she is determined to prove to you that you are hers. She wasn't expecting getting you to be this easy but since you admitted to previously having feelings for her, all she has to do is clear up all your confusion about being hers and then you'll love her again! ♡

[cultofdixon]

On the wrong side of him

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • HINTS of Carl Grimes x Reader • He/Him Pronouns • Yeah when Daryl asked the universe to give him a kid one day. He never expected you and your crazy ass to be it • ANGST/SFW • TW: Scars / Injuries / Anxiety Attacks / Nightmares

Requested by: Anon

“You gotta control your kid.”

“You’re seriously botherin’ me during breakfast?” Daryl scoffs pointing to his skinned possum on the porch of their new residence.

“Daryl. Ever since you found Y/N, he became your responsibility and I need yea to knock some sense into your kid”

“Where the fuck is this coming from?!” Daryl scoffs. “I’m trying to fucking eat!” He continued to prepare his meal as Rick sat across from him keeping away from the mess.

“You've never been a dad before. You don’t know what it’s like.”

Daryl immediately stopped what he was doing and glared at the retired sheriff for his harsh words. Something in Rick wasn’t going to apologize and another knew he should’ve thought that one through.

“You’re gonna eat your words one day” He frowns picking up the pieces of the possum and going to Carol’s place to discard the bad bits and cook the others.

Carl decided to explore Alexandria without his dad keeping an eye on him in the new environment and to also get an idea for the place himself. That’s when he noticed Y/N scaling the side of the Alexandria wall making him sprint towards the guy.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Carl whisper yells as Y/N stumbled a bit which lead to a cut on his arm that he didn’t take note of.

“Taking a breather. Now scram” Y/N scoffs climbing over the wall and Carl only panicked when he heard a loud thud from the other side.

That sound led to Carl quickly following Y/N’s exact footsteps to get up and over the wall to check on his person to only find that they managed to get far from the wall already.

“Y/N wait!” Carl yells after him watching him quickly turn toward the Grimes with an annoyed look.

“You don’t know when to mind your own business huh?” Y/N scoffs going back on his route to who the hell knows where. “Go back before your dad sends out a witch hunt”

Carl frowns watching him go for a second before trying to find a way to keep him still.

“Can I at least take care of that cut of yours before you go back out into that hell?” His whole person tensed when Y/N kept moving before he eventually stopped and dropped his backpack to go through it. He quietly approached the kid only for bandages to be tossed at him and Y/N sitting on the fallen tree.

The young grimes was ever so careful when wrapping Dixon’s kid’s arm up. It wasn’t too serious but any cut in the apocalypse that gets infected can lead to becoming one of those sickos. The two sat in silence the entire time as Carl finishes it up watching Y/N take what was left of the roll to put back in his bag. But Carl was quick to grab his hand into his.

“Can’t you give this place a try? You did with the prison”

“It’s not the place. It’s the people.” Your dad scares the fuck out of me “I don’t…wanna feel trapped.”

“What would your dad think?” Carl states watching the confusion write itself on Y/N’s face. “Daryl! Yeah, you’re not blood but that doesn’t stop someone from making you their kid. Honestly, people who say blood is the only form of family are insulting a fuckton of adopted kids….I realize I’m sidetracking. But I am making good points regardless. Daryl is your dad. You’re his kid. You running away will be devastating”

“It’s not…It’s not my dad that makes me feel unwelcome. But I guess and I mean—-I GUESS. You’re argument swayed my decision” Y/N rises to his feet picking up his bag and started heading back toward Alexandria with Carl picking himself up and walking beside him taking everything Y/N said with a tight grip.

Climbing the wall was easier now Carl knew Y/N’s exact foot pattern to get himself over it. But right as Carl joins Y/N on the other side they both noticed two stressed out individuals and of course it was their dads.

“Don’t say anything, alright?” Y/N states ignoring Carl’s protests as he starts to make his way over to the two noticing Daryl’s worry first before Rick’s anger.

“Where the fuck were you two?!”

“Y/N and I—-“

“I hopped the walls. Carl followed me but we weren’t out for long” Y/N interrupts telling the truth when Carl was going to come up with a lie to cover for them.

“See. This is why I don’t like y’all hanging out” Rick scoffs crossing his arms as all three of them were turned into confused individuals. “Y/N is a bad influence on my son and since his mind is still the kid we first met that would try and get himself killed every chance he got with his recklessness—-Carl following his actions would get him killed in the process”

“I’d never let anything happen to Carl” Y/N hissed clenching his fists at his sides trying to keep himself in his bubble. “And if I’m such a bad influence, you didn’t have to let me in—-back at the prison. Could’ve turned me away”

“I should’ve. I really fucking should’ve”

“Rick. What the fuck is your problem?!” Daryl shoved the retired sheriff back away from his kid. “You can’t just say that.”

“Yeah? And what the fuck are yea gonna do Daryl? How are you gonna punish the kid for leading mine into fucking danger?”

“Nothing happened!” Carl yells at deaf ears watching neither of them budge and his friend struggle to contain himself.

“You have no idea what it’s like to take care of a kid whose parents just left them.”

“Yeah but I kinda get the idea on why they’d leave him in the first place” and that was another knife embedded deep in Y/N’s back as he couldn’t believe Rick went there.

________

“Y/N?” Daryl calls out for the kid trying to find him in the prison after another ‘prison escape’ with Carl that lead to Rick yelling at the guy.

It usually doesn’t take the archer long to find anybody. But Y/N was a whole new challenge.

But thankfully, after checking the entire prison inside…it didn’t take much longer for Y/N to signal Daryl from the watchtower with his flashlight. He was hiding up there and ignore Daryl’s initial calling outside when Rick and Carl were out there. But once the Grimes were nowhere in sight, he revealed his location.

“You’re gonna be the death of me if yea keep runnin’” Daryl scoffs entering the top of the watchtower finding Y/N and his belongings with him. “The fuck are you doing?”

“Planning my escape”

“Nah”

“You’re not—-“

“Yea I ain’t yer fucking bastard parents that left yea at school the day of the outbreak.” Daryl snaps only to realize he used the kid’s trauma on him. Causing his own internal wounds to bleed. “Look. I’m sorry. I know I ain’t yer dad or whatever. But yer my responsibility. Yer my kid. Call me whatever the fuck yea want. I ain’t lettin’ yea leave because Rick is a bastard that’s over-protective of his kid”

“You think…after a month of being here…that some normalcy would return. But it’s…it’s not the old world. Being a rebellious teen is different and some kids lost their parents. He still has one that’s blood and I’m just a burden to yea.”

“I never said you were a burden—“

“Rick—-“

“Don’t listen to that fucking guy. He’s not yer dad. He ain’t yer guardian. I am. I fucking am. And not everybody has our survival kills.” Daryl states approaching the kid resting a hand on Y/N’s shoulder to cause him to look up at the archer. “You just need to be more careful when involvin’ anybody because of parents like Rick. I think helicopter is the term”

“You think you won’t become one?”

“Maybe. Cuz I like yea. Yer already important to me. But I know when space is needed and when the moment is right to step in. Even when you won’t tell me yea need me”

Y/N frowns listening to his words as he held himself for a moment.

“Carl is…the only one my age here. It’s just. Nice to have a friend. But I can’t be myself if his old man doesn’t like it”

“Listen. Can yea just be risky within the walls where somebody is around in case shit happens? Preferably not Rick.”

“Are you condoning my recklessness?”

“You wouldn’t do nothin’ without a reason”

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Daryl frowns to Rick’s words as he did his best to keep his anger at bay even if his kid was already cracking with the rage filled tears getting the best of him. Rick stood his ground though.

“I know. Some damn part of you wants this place to work. For not just you. But your son and daughter. Hell I hate the place so far but I want it to work for my son.” Daryl sighs. “And if yea continue to be on edge like this? And especially aim your aniexty about everythin’ not related to my kid—-onto my kid? You’ll be asking for it Grimes” he scoffs gesturing for Y/N to follow him which he did as Carl tried to grab him when he instantly smacked his hand away.

The two made it into the house Carol received as she watches Y/N angrily go upstairs but noticed the bandages first.

“Hey how’d—“ Carol stopped when Daryl held his hand up to stop her as he watches Y/N make his way upstairs to one of the bedrooms.

“I’ll know if you leave. I knew the first time but Carl got to yea before I did” Daryl states watching Y/N freeze at the top of the steps as he crosses his arms looking down at the Dixon. “Just don’t. You deserve a place here like anybody else”

“When I escaped the prison with Rick and Carl, I was a walking problem. Until Terminus took the pedestal for a while. Now I’m back on it cuz I’m a terrible influence. Well…I didn’t ask to live this long in this shitty new world” Y/N frowns dropping his bag outside the door to one of the bedrooms before entering to tell both Daryl and Carol that he couldn’t run away with his things that were important to him.

Carol quietly approaches Daryl’s side crossing her arms and looking at her best friend with worry. Completely ignoring every thought of hers that wanted to investigate this place. People she cares about were in distress. Priorities.

Daryl explained to her what happened and that led to Carol stating every other incident that pissed Rick off because it could’ve led his son on the “wrong path” when frankly…a few reckless situations in their eyes weren’t going to be the end of the world.

Y/N has always been reckless and a bit rambunctious when he first entered the prison.

Getting the kids in the prison to fuck with his knife and that led to a few angry parents. Inevitably an angry Rick.

Leaving the prison at an ungodly hour with Carl just to check out a view point Y/N found on one of his own prison breaks that Daryl always found him after. Rick finding out by waiting by the gates when the two returned.

Carl getting hurt because Y/N miscalculated the trajectory of his makeshift catapult and the rock immediately hitting the Grimes’s forehead.

There were plenty of other moments…

But the few that stuck to Rick

Was ditching his unconscious form to explore the neighborhood they were in. Y/N getting blamed for the several incidents where either of them could’ve gotten hurt.

The escape of Terminus, Y/N tossing his own explosive a bit too close to the escaping group but it got the walkers away from following them. (The bright side always ignored).

Even a moment where Y/N was taking a walk to clear his head after hearing about Beth and Carl accompanying him. His choice, but Y/N getting chewed out for “not telling anyone and getting his son involved” when it was Carl’s choice.

When then first entered Alexandria. Y/N wanted to ignore Carl, because then Rick wouldn’t have an issue with him. But it was hard…a part of him really liked the young Grimes. He knew he couldn’t pursue it and part of him was afraid to. That fear never mattered when Rick would shoot daggers with his eyes into the poor kid whenever being near Carl.

Those glares coming more frequently after the escaping Alexandria moment. When it was another “Carl made his own decision” moment.

News of the party came around and Carol didn’t bother asking Daryl or Y/N if they were going. She didn’t want to push their buttons that are currently glued into the circuit board because of Rick Grimes.

Carl on the other hand.

“Do I have to go?”

“Yes”

“Now why is that?” Carl crosses his arms leaning against the kitchen island as Rick immediately scowled his son.

“I know you’re gonna sneak off with the Dixon kid. I ain’t having yea around him anymore”

“He’s a part of our family, Dad. You can’t just cut people out of it—-“

“He ain’t a part of mine if he put your life in danger several times” Rick frowns leaving the conversation to finish getting ready and to get Judith as Carl couldn’t help but grow even more annoyed at his dad.

As the party commenced and Daryl was out of the house, Y/N opened his window when he heard light tapping from pebbles being tossed at it. He looks down at the young grimes and immediately retracted himself shutting the window.

“Y/N come on…” Carl frowns knowing it would be rude to just enter the house but hell it’s the fucking apocalypse you can ignore those rules like traffic laws.

Y/N heard the front door open and close which led to him dropping to the floor. Rolling under the bed and bringing himself up enough to make it difficult to see him under. Practically hugging the frame.

“Y/N—“ Carl stops at his door seeing no one and left after standing there for too long.

Once Carl met the end of the steps to be face to face with Daryl carrying a plate of spaghetti.

“What’re you doin’ here?”

“Just. Wanted to check on Y/N but he’s not here. You think—-“

“He didn’t leave. But yea shouldn’t be here” Daryl frowns watching the poor kid look more upset then he’s ever been. “Look. Yer dad is on my ass about Y/N, even when I haven’t done this shit before. So I need yea out.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Shits not your fault. Ain’t my kid’s either. But I ain’t about to have him take it all as his fault and self destruct because you’re not listenin’ to yer old man and his shitty rules only you gotta deal with.” He frowns walking past him about to head upstairs. “Y/N is gonna have to get on Rick’s good side all on his own. Now go before he comes searchin’” he states watching Carl leave on that note.

The archer slowly turned around finding Y/N making himself known out of the blindspot the stairs have. He frowns at Daryl before lighting up slightly when the man raised the food up a bit asking without words if he wanted it. Of course he did.

The first few days went by and Y/N did exactly what Rick wanted. Keep himself in check and keep a distance between him and Carl. Carl got closer to the other teens in the community while Y/N helped Daryl fix up the bike in Aaron’s garage. Which lead to him joining the two on recruiting trips.

That when the months past and everyone was a part of the plan to keep the herd from getting to Alexandria. No one could’ve predicted for it to go wrong, but few did go into this with little expectations for a good outcome. Y/N being one of them even if he remained within the walls taking care of the Wolves problem and eventually perching himself on one of the roofs with a bow gifted to him after a past run from Daryl and Aaron. He watches the group dressed as walkers go through the herd late at night when he notices the smallest glint of a pistol in the hands of Ron.

Don’t miss the shot, kid. Y/N always heard Daryl bitching at him for his aim but once he got his target. He released.

Rick flinched when the arrow pierced Ron’s chest making the kid fall back as Michonne quickly retracted her sword. She had gotten close enough to take her own shot when both quickly turned to where it came from finding Y/N did her job. Both were thankful in the moment but the dumbass trigger finger still managed to get one of their own.

“Dad…” Carl frowns lifting his head to Rick showing that Ron still managed to get a shot in taking out his son’s eye.

The retired sheriff panicked internally as he quickly collected his son while both Michonne and Y/N cleared a path. Y/N even took care of the two getting dangerously close to Michonne. Once the three got into the infirmary, Y/N quickly made his way back inside the house through his bedroom window. Quickly ditching the bow and arrows to pick up the axe by the door running out taking out the few in his way. He knew Rick would come out to take out the remaining walkers out of pure anger for what had happened as he was doing the same but also making his way to the infirmary to see if he could help in any way.

The dust never really settles given they now had to rebuild the walls, get rid of the corpses, and go on a fuckton of scavenging runs because provisions diminished drastically.

When Carl woke in the infirmary bed with one less eye and in a fuckton of pain. He was met with his worried father and a looming figure he couldn’t make a clear picture of that stood in the doorway.

“You need somethin’ Carl? Painkillers? Water?”

“Sleep. Mostly sleep”

“You’ve been out a few days” Rick laughs through his own pain. “But you can rest all yea want.”

Carl sighs with a weak smile returning to looking up at the ceiling as Rick got up to get him more water locking eyes with Y/N who was the figure at the door.

“If yea hadn’t taken the shot—-“

“You would’ve been dead. He doesn’t deserve to lose his dad. ‘Sides, it’ll take time.” Y/N gestures on his own face which eye Carl lost which resulting in a temporary confused look. “He’ll be back to himself. Shit like this just takes time to get used to”

“…if yea hadn’t taken the shot, Carl would’ve lost both his parents to this hell. Thanks for having my back” Rick states first, walking past the now youngest Dixon before stopping a moment making Y/N turn to him absentmindedly.

“I’m sorry for treatin’ yea like shit”

“It’s in the past”

Right…

[chillypowder]

Is this good or not?

Note: Please be advised that this fanfiction contains sensitive themes such as kidnapping, poisoning, and illness. Reader discretion is advised.

You had been dating Ayato for a few months now, and while things had started off great, lately you felt like he was neglecting you. He had become so focused on his work, he barely had time for you anymore. You had tried talking to him about it, but he always brushed you off, saying he had important business to attend to.

One day, you started to notice that someone was following you. At first, you thought it was just your imagination, but then you started to see the same person everywhere you went. You tried telling Ayato, but he was so wrapped up in his work, he didn't seem to notice.

One night, as you were walking home, you felt a hand grab you from behind. You tried to scream, but a hand was placed over your mouth. You were dragged into an alleyway and thrown into a van. Your heart was pounding as you realized that you had been kidnapped.

The kidnappers demanded to know where Ayato's most valuable documents were. You had no idea what they were talking about, but they didn't believe you. They threatened to kill you if you didn't tell them. You knew that even if you did know, you wouldn't tell them. You were loyal to Ayato and would never betray him.

They pretended to let you go and even gave you some food, but they had fed you poison. They apologized for what they had done and left you to die. You felt betrayed, hurt, and alone. You forgave them, though, as you didn't want to die with bitterness in your heart.

When Ayato got home, he didn't notice that you were gone. You were relieved that you wouldn't have to deal with his neglectful behavior anymore, but you were also hurt that he didn't even realize that you were missing. One month later, you started feeling sick. You didn't know what was wrong with you, but you knew that something wasn't right.

One day, Ayaka found you collapsed in your apartment. She rushed you to the hospital, where the doctors told you that you had been poisoned. They managed to save your life, but you were weak and needed time to recover.

When Ayato came to visit you, he was confused that you didn't greet him in front of the hospital like you always did. When he found out what had happened, he was devastated. He couldn't believe that he had been so blind and that he had almost lost you. He vowed to make it up to you and to never neglect you again.

You were torn between your love for Ayato and the hurt that he had caused you. You didn't know if you could trust him again, but you also didn't want to lose him. In the end, you decided to give him another chance. You both talked things out, and Ayato promised to prioritize you and your relationship.

The two of you started fresh, and Ayato became the partner that you had always wanted. He listened to you, supported you, and loved you. You realized that even though things had been tough, you wouldn't have wanted to go through them with anyone else but Ayato.

The ending is bittersweet. You're grateful for Ayato's change of heart and for the renewed love that you share, but you're also aware that the scars of the past are still there. You've forgiven him, but you'll never forget what happened. You'll always carry the memory of being kidnapped and poisoned with you, but you'll also carry the memory of Ayato's love and redemption.

Masterlist

[star-light-imagines]

Bakugo x quirkless reader that uses alot of support items to get by in the hero course. (Gender neutral)

Bakugo and the reader spar for the first time and the reader ends up beating him.

How would bakugo end up reacting to the loss?

┊ ┊ ⋆˚  Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it! This was my first time writing a battle scene so I got really excited.

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ The reader is part class 1-B and they end up sparing during the joint training arc, bakugo's team doesn't win this time around.

Notice Me.

⋆ ★ Included- katsuki bakugo x reader. class 1-A/class 1-B training arc. season 5 spoilers. battle scenes. eventual fluff. bonus content.

⋆ ☆ Warnings- gn! reader. katsuki bakugo cussing. !season 5 spoilers! tense battle scenes. blood. bakugo mildly hurt. reader mildly hurt.

⋆ ★ Word Count- 4,972

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'You're quirkless.'

'Pick another dream kid.'

'Give up already.'

'Don't you get it? You will never be a hero.'

The memories coursed through your mind on repeat, throughout your whole life there has never been one person who truly thought you could become a hero, much less get accepted into the U.A. Hero Course. You had never let other people's opinions deter you, being a hero was your dream and you weren't going to give up no matter how hard you fought for it.

After you didn't develop a quirk at five years old your parents had taken you to the doctor, only for you to be diagnosed as quirkless. You had been devastated at first, but you never gave up hope that you could still become a hero and the major reason why you decided to keep going was Best Jeanist.

You've always looked up to Best Jeanist, even before you found out you were quirkless. He wasn't as flashy or strong as All Might but watching him made you feel that anything was possible as long as you worked for it. He became a goal for you to reach and eventually surpass someday, and you never looked back as you continued to fight and claw inch by inch towards that finish line.

After the U.A. Sports Festival, The number 4 hero had sent a request for you to intern with him and you had been over the moon for days. How could you not be? Your favorite hero noticed you and saw enough potential in you to take you into his agency and mentor you. The excitement did die down when you noticed Bakugo was there as well, you would watch him from afar. You had already realized how strong the explosive blonde was from the festival and was amazed at the sheer amount of strength he possessed.

Something about Katsuki Bakugo reminded you of all the people who would refuse to notice your determination, your strength towards becoming a hero and take it seriously. He never once looked at you during the festival or the internship, as if he didn't even realize you were there. While you would get on site training, he would be getting reformed. The image of any angry pomeranian at the groomers had you holding back laughter each time you saw him with combed hair.

Nevertheless, over the months you kept watching from the sidelines as he grew stronger and faced each challenge with ease. The sight stirred at your heart, he was motivating you to try even harder than you already were. The gap widened between you two, the sinking feeling in your heart as you raced to reach where he was but never quite getting there was gnawing at you.

If I could just get him to look at me...

Determination rushed through your veins as you prepared for your match. Bakugo was a fierce opponent when it came to strength , speed, and intellect. If your team was going to win, you would have to have a strategy. The team circled, mumbling in hushed voices over what the best course of action was.

"Do you really think this is going to work?" Togaru doubted.

"It has to." Setsuna assured him.

"I believe it will work, especially with y/n on the team." Kojiro boasted with praise.

"Thank you Kojiro, I won't let you down. I won't let any of you down. We will win for sure."

A stern look overtook your features, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched as you focused. A gentle hand on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts, Setsuna smiled warmly at you, her eyes softening upon meeting yours.

"You don't need to prove anything to us y/n, we know how strong you are. This plan won't work without you, so let's show class 1-A how much we've grown okay?!"

A bright smile formed on your lips as you all happily started to walk to the beginning position for the match in Ground Gamma.

Confidence started to take over the insecure thoughts that had once plagued your mind, you have worked just as hard as anyone else if not more. You had gotten stronger, found equipment that was more essential than before and honed in on your skills. This is your chance at proving without a doubt you deserved the spot you have the hero course.

Maybe if I can get him to notice me then...

If I could finally get him to acknowledge me...

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The bitter winter wind buzzed around the students as the groups from Class 1-A and Class 1-B got into position. Bakugo's team was desperately still trying to come together with a plan in the last few moments before the match began.

"They have y/n, so it would be easiest to capture them first! However since they are the weakest link they might hide, Jiro could always use her quirk to locate them though." Sero contemplated deep in thought.

"I don't think y/n will be as easy to capture as you think, they are definitely stronger than back at the sports festival." Jiro breathed out.

The conversation finally caught Bakugo's attention from where he was standing, he gazed at the group before him and scoffed in annoyance.

"Heh! Who?"

"Jesus Bakugo, do you even remember anyone from class 1-B? Y/N the quirkless student who was using all the support items in the sports festival." Sero sighed in annoyance, then explained.

"You're worried about a quirkless wannabe? Are you kidding me?!"

He clicked his tongue with frustration , crimson red eyes glaring holes into his teammates before he continued.

"We leave them for last, they are obviously going to rely on their team for safety so we take it from them. Now listen up, this is what we are going to do."

Bakugo demanded their attention while laying out his plans for the match ahead, making sure everyone knew their roles in the team and that he would be the one to lead them to victory. Soon after he finished explaining, the siren blared through Ground Gamma causing both teams to rush into action.

He charges through the arena, deafening explosions shaking the ground as he goes. His eyes quickly darted over the area searching for the rival team as he moved further ahead from his group, he glanced over his shoulder to see them racing to keep up with his increasing speed. A large smirk formed on his lips, his ash blonde hair covering his eyes as he looked down for a moment with satisfaction at the team following his lead.

Movement from the corner of his eyes caught his attention, breaking his prideful thoughts and returning his attention to the battle ahead of them.

THERE!" Bakugo roared letting out a loud explosion from his palm as he placed himself on a pipe below his feet. "EARS!"

"It's Jiro!"

His eyes scanned the area as he waited for her to locate the whereabouts for their opponents, The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as the tension in the air grew thick through the silence. His hands crackled in anticipation of an attack at any moment, when Jiro's voice broke his concentration.

"SHE GOT ME!" She screamed eyes wide in frustration at the realization they were in a trap.

Bakugo grunted out a non verbal response before Setsuna voice appeared next to him, he quickly reacted throwing his arm defensively towards the voice only to see a mouth talking to him. Cackles echoed off the metal pipes as Setsuna laughed at bewilderment she had caused in the explosive blonde, noticing how his red eyes had gone wide at the use of her quirk.

"It's over now, I used Jiro's search ability against her." Setsuna snickered in glee.

Sero acted quickly, his tape zigzagged the structures surrounding them acting as a barricade and a form of protection from the other team. His pulse raced with adrenaline as his eyes searched the area, keeping a lookout for their blind spots when he noticed movement not too far away.

"Bakugo, over here!"

The blonde snarled out in annoyance at the trap his team had been led into, his brows knitted and his nostrils flared as he breathed out in frustration.

Kojiro had taken his opportunity to spread adhesive glue on Sero's tape and surrounding area, effectively trapping them in the confined space they occupied.

"Shoot, it backfired!" Sero bleated.

A sharp sound of metal scraping had attracted their attention towards Togaru who was heading towards the pipes directly over their heads. He sliced through the pipes effortlessly, sending them flying down towards the team. The pipes were ones specifically attached with Sero's tape and the adhesive glue, the realization hit them that if they were to be touched that would be the end of the match.

Sato, prepared to sacrifice himself in order for the others to get away, rushed in front of Sero and Jiro, hands raised in anticipation from the collision. Explosions blasted the sliced metal away with a resounding silence as the pipes crashed into the ground, scattered debris flying from the harsh impact. Sato's eyes widened as he turned to see Bakugo's hands still outstretched towards him while he dogged Setsuna's body parts.

"Bakugo!" They cheered in amazement.

"I'll start with Jiro!" Togaru advertised, as he rushed towards the girl.

Jiro gasped as the hard boot came into contact with her back pushing her out of the way of impact. Bakugo's palms crackled as he lined up his hand with the blade user, his voice thundered off the walls as he set off multiple rounds of explosions.

"I'VE GOTTEN EVEN STRONGER!"

The team recuperated for a moment while the other group stalled in their attacks, taking in the information they gained about Class 1-B from the brief capture attempt. Anger and determination etched into Bakugo's face as his pupils flared with rage, a muscle in his jaw clenched tightly as he spoke.

"I've decided. I will have complete victory in every fight"

"4-0, no injuries! That's how someone who's really strong wins!"

Motivation renewed among his teammates as they listened to his determination, they rushed forward into action once more. Bakugo explosions propelled him into the air as he maneuvered his way around the terrain, wild red eyes searching for his first victim. Sero watched in amazement while eyebrows furrowed in thought, his mind plaguing him that something about the situation at hand was wrong.

"Jiro, are you able to pinpoint y/n's location?" He questioned suddenly.

"Huh? Wait, no I don't hear them at all."

"I have a bad feeling about this. that sneak attack would have been the perfect moment for them to show up and assist the team, don't you think?"

"Maybe you were right in the beginning and they are safely hidden away?" She repeated his words from before the match as her shoulders lifted slightly.

"Hm." His eyes looked into the distance while his mind raced to piece together their strategy.

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Bakugo chased after Kojiro blind with rage as sent explosions flying towards the glue hero who kept escaping narrowly. His explosive bursts of smoke had constricted his vision as he was led down a dark pathway, not paying as much attention to his surroundings as he should have been.

You were perched high on a steel 6ft staff that you placed in preparation between the two buildings. The area allowed enough darkness to block your figure from view if the opponent was moving fast enough to not look carefully, the black stealth bodysuit as your hero costume also aided in the ability to hide from searching eyes.

The explosions rumbled through Ground Gamma, the closer he got to your location the more the buildings shook from the force. You breathed in slightly, your movements still balanced on the staff as you concealed your presence to the oncoming threat. You watched from above as your gaze calmly landed on Bakugo, the fierce blonde being led right into your trap. Kojiro spun around on his heels, suddenly throwing Bakugo off guard as he escaped to the roof above.

"KEH! STOP RUNNING YOU COWARD!" Bakugo snarled nostrils flaring as he reached out his palm to the retreating figure in his view.

"I would be more worried about yourself." You whispered , your hands gripping the staff as you whirled your body around picking up momentum from the sudden movement before releasing your grip and hurling yourself towards him.

Your foot inched closer towards him as you posed for maximum impact, he narrowly dodged moments before your foot would have hit his spine. Your lightweight steel toe boots instead made contact with the wall behind him, the impact caused the cement to crack as the building rumbled at the force dust and debris filling the air around you.

His face contorted into a scowl hiding the brief moment of shock that rushed through his facial features. He hadn't noticed you and wasn't expecting the attack you had launched at him, the only thing that had saved him was his impressive response time to your movements. He eyed you through the smoke, your eyes were trained on him, calm and unnerving that caused his mind to race.

Who is this extra?!

Why wasn't I able to sense their presence until moments before the attack?

His eyes examined the damage to the wall and how there was now a crumbling hole where your foot had made impact, the ground still shaking from the force you had used.

Did you have a power type quirk?

He couldn't shake the feeling he was missing something as he analyzed the opponent before him, you seemed familiar in a way as he continued to stare at you in silence. Your h/c blowing around your face from the cold wind, causing your cheeks to turn a rosy hue just barely noticeable under the slim fabric of the mask covering the area around your e/c eyes and top of your cheekbones. You had seemed so oddly familiar but as he searched through his memories he couldn't quite place you, it irritated him further as he gritted his teeth sending rapid fire explosions your way.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!"

The steel staff had dislodged from its place between the buildings upon the quaking from the ongoing battle. It fell towards the ground collapsing into its condensed travel form, you maneuvered through the explosions as you retrieved the staff hitting the button on the side for it to extend back out. As the rod rushed out into the 6ft length once more it had hit the ground launching you to a safe distance away from the explosions. You took a quick breath before flipping your wrist and aiming towards a position behind Bakugo's line of vision, the Kevlar Wrist Shooter shot out a thin thread and dart at an incomprehensible speed. His eyes couldn't keep up with your movements as the strong thread swung you along, it barely being noticeable to the naked eye without light reflecting off the thread and with the darkness of the area it seemed almost invisible.

"You've lost Bakugo. Give up now." you declared suddenly showing up at his side the steel staff raised defensively against his neck.

He scoffed. "Are you afraid you face me head on?! You keep fucking attacking when my back is turned!"

He side turned to face you amusement played on his lips before he grabbed the staff with one hand and sent a powerful explosion towards your face sending you flying backwards. The staff was ripped from your hands as he threw it far in the distance.

"AH! I KNOW NOW!" He jeered, eyes blazing widely in your direction as your head hit the ground.

"You must be the quirkless wannabe! HAHA!" He mocked with a laugh as he watched you lay on the ground, the explosion had ripped your mask in half revealing more of your face.

"I'm not going to go easy on you just because you are quirkless, prepare to die!" His voice boomed out as he moved towards you recklessly.

His movements stopped suddenly, the silence filling the air after his voice had died out. You looked up at him barely containing the happiness you were feeling in that moment, a smirk forming as you took in his confused expression when his movements were constricted.

"I wouldn't move too much! It's thin kevlar thread, the strongest thread available on the market, can't melt and it's basically unbreakable. Since it's so fine the more you struggle and force your way out the more harm you'll do to your body, so if you don't want to lose that arm stop struggling."

When you had first picked the spot of the trap, you had placed a few lines of kevlar in different areas to confine him from leaving easily once he got there, and once you had him trapped you had placed reinforcements all around him to suppress his movements even more. He just needed to get tangled in one in order for your plan to come into fruition, there wouldn't be much he could do after that.

"FUCK OFF!" He roared out in frustration, his wrist snapping against the thin thread he tangled himself into as he let out more rounds of explosions.

Blood trickled down from the cuts forming on his arms at the movement as he hissed in pain. You finally stood up recovering from the earlier blow to your head, you glanced his way and sighed in annoyance knowing he wouldn't make this easy.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" He screamed pulling the pin on his gauntlets letting out a powerful explosion.

He managed to escape from his unseen bindings during the explosion, shredding the sleeves of his costume in the process and destroying one of his gauntlets. He breathed heavily the stinging pain darting through his body not only from over using his quirk, but from the thin cuts the thread had caused over the length of his arms and legs.

His mouth twisted into rage as he took in the damage you had caused, pops crackled in his palms as his fingers twitched in anticipation.

A quirkless nobody had trapped him.

No, a quirkless nobody had managed to make him bleed!

The thought caused his blood to boil as anger flooded his thoughts, he raced towards you lifting his remaining gauntlet as he pulled the pin aimed in your direction. You had narrowly escaped the wild attempt at you before dozens of separate explosions went off around you, the sheer force of them sending you flying as the debris ripped at your skin and costume.

Blood trickled down a cut on your cheek, dirt and dust covering you head to toe as you coughed out viciously grasping onto air. Your body had been thrown into one of your own kevlar traps causing the threads to sting at your skin from the impact.

"You aren't the only one who knows how to set a trap! While you were busy maneuvering from my explosions to get your staff I placed grenade bombs around the area!" He boasted in pride.

Upon looking at your beat up figure he scoffed at the sight of your broken wrist shooters, he had purposely aimed for them in the last explosion after realizing how they worked.

"KEH! Without your equipment you have nothing, you are nothing!" He taunted as he walked closer.

"That's not true!" You bite back acidly.

"It is, you have no weapons left! You are just a useless excuse of a hero!"

The taunting echoed through your mind as you screamed in frustration, he was only a few steps away from you now lifting up his hand to pull the finishing move. The cuts on your arms bleed heavily as you ripped them from the tangled trap of thread they had been placed in, you will yourself to move through the piercing pain as you stomped your feet hard on the cement ground. Your boots buzzed as they let out a whoosh of air impact propelling you into the air as you aim your steel knuckle duster towards your target.

The momentum rushed towards Bakugo at an unexpected speed, he had no time to counteract as your fist made an impact with his face. The slim steel knuckle duster sending out a cracking sound before the impact of the punch caused the stun gun add on to react. Within seconds it released a bright light of electricity as it ran through Bakugo's body, his muscles contracted from the sudden onslaught of electricity coursing through his veins as he fell to the ground.

You had stumbled to your feet as the air lift your boots had given you ran out and your body started to grow unsteady at the blood loss. Hands defensively reached out in preparation for another attack from the explosive blonde only to be met with silence. Your eyes glanced towards the ground where he was groaning in pain trying to move his body.

"MY NAME IS Y/N AND I AM A HERO!" You shout with as much energy as you can muster as you lean against a wall for support.

His eyes darted towards your lazily as he faded in and out of consciousness, taking in your battered worn out form with the tired bright smile placed on your lips. He grunted in response frustrated as he tried to move his arms but they wouldn't listen to his desperate command.

"You notice me yet Bakugo!? I'm as much of a threat as Todoroki is for the number one spot, don't ever forget that!"

He faded out of consciousness at your proclamation, darkness over taking his thoughts with the last thing he saw being your face beat up but bubbled with laughter. The bright e/c eyes shining in the light as a few stray tears rolled down your cheeks in satisfaction of your achievement.

Notice you?

Of course he noticed you.

How could he ever not notice you?

How did he go so long without realizing your existence?

Not only were you quirkless but in the hero course, you were somehow stronger than him. Managing to bring him down with your strategic planning and willpower to succeed, even if you had to use support equipment to do it there were plenty of people he's fought with quirks and tools and they had still lost against him. However, you were different from them and did the impossible proving how strong you truly were.

Watching you throughout the battle motivated him, pushed him to keep going. He wanted to do better, prove to you he could throw back anything you threw at him, not hold back punches no matter how much of a monster he may look like against a quirkless student. He would have to rematch you eventually, and then he will show you just how much stronger he had gotten from this match.

His thoughts raced back to you and how you shined beautifully among the unsettled smoke, how your happy smile stirred something in his heart that he couldn't quite place in the darkness of his subconscious.

So beautiful.

You are so beautiful and powerful.

He hated losing, but maybe it wasn't so bad to lose to you.

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｡･ﾟﾟ･ Bonus Scene:

Class 1-A and 1-B had decided to celebrate the hard work shown in the joint training session with a party. The dormitory was filled with laughter as the students mingled and gushed over each other's abilities they had shown hours before.

Bakugo watched you from afar as you laughed lightheartedly at something Setsuna had said, your cheeks still rosy from enduring the cold weather for so long outside. A jab at his side forced him to turn his gaze away from you and to the red haired intrusion now at his side.

"What do you want 'shitty hair'?" He barked his question out.

Kirishima laughed in response as he placed his arm over the blonde's shoulders, glancing at you from across the room before making eye contact with the red eyes glaring at him with annoyance.

"Geez lighten up! It's a party!"

Bakugo scoffed in response at the attempt.

"How about you go talk to y/n then instead of watching them from the corner like a stalker."

"How about you say that again and I'll make sure you can never walk again!"

The red haired boy laughed unbothered by his friends' harsh words, instead choosing to find the humor in them. He patted his shoulder as he moved away from him and took a few steps towards your direction causing the scowl Bakugo was sporting to falter a bit.

"Where are you going?" He asked cautiously.

"To meet y/n! I haven't gotten to actually introduce myself to them yet and they seem nice."

"No."

"No?" Kirishima questioned amused.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and stomped his feet as he walked towards you. He lifted his chin towards Kirishima as he passed him with annoyance clear on his face.

"I'll go talk to them, so you just leave us both alone."

"Of course!" He replied happily.

Setsuna's eyes had widened at the sight of Bakugo walking towards them, voice going silent in the middle of her sentence forcing you to look towards what had caught her attention. He was angrily stomping as he walked, crimson eyes making direct contact with yours causing your heart to flutter at the intense gaze.

He's actually noticing me now, not just oblivious to my existence like before.

He stopped a few steps from you, letting out an exasperated sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. His hand reached back out towards you, waiting for a handshake in return so you placed your hand in his as you shook hands on a truce.

A smile brightly lit up your face as the two of you started to go over tactics and strategies used in the match.

"You did good today." He said softly, looking away from your eyes as he spoke.

"Thank you! So did you!" Heat rushing to your cheeks at the unexpected words.

The two of you paused for a moment in awkward silence, neither knowing how to carry on the conversation from moments before.

"Your support items were well thought out, do you have more?" He asked, breaking the silence, eyes still trained on his other classmates away from you.

"Yes! I really have tons! The older ones or the ones that I don't find as useful stay in my room, but I like having a variety I can choose from for different situations." You rambled bubbly, excited at explaining your items clearly.

"Can I see them sometime?"

The breath got stuck in your throat as you gasped lightly not expecting him to ask that question so suddenly.

"Yes!" You eventually mumble out looking away from him as well in embarrassment.

Setsuna watched the awkward and clumsy exchange from the sidelines and not being able to take the tension anymore from the both of you she interjected with a swift topic change.

"You two must have learned a lot of Best Jeanist when you both were interns there."

Bakugo's eyes widened as his gaze darted back to you, meeting your flustered face and wide e/c eyes staring back at him.

"You were at Best Jeanist too?"

"Yes, you didn't exactly acknowledge me back then." You laugh shyly in response.

"I notice you now."

Extra Bonus Content:

The Support Items I thought of for the character, even though not all of them made an appearance these were in my mind for the character throughout the scene.

Pocket staff- Extends into a steel 6ft staff, its heavy & sturdy enough to be used for combat and stealth attacks. (Placing staff in high areas and waiting for the enemy to walk under in order to sneak attack.) Attaches to the belt loop in compact form as a keychain for easy access.

Steel Stun Gun Knuckle Dusters- Slim compact Knuckle dusters that go over your gloves, upon hard impact with surface or person it releases a stun voltage.

Kevlar Wrist Shooters- Two compact wrist shooters that have 50ft of fine kevlar thread and darts that will hook them to any surface. This makes a good capture weapon as well as a movement tool because you can essentially hook the thread to various buildings and swing.

Air Lift Boots- Lightweight ankle boots with steel toe that has the ability to lift the user with a large force of air gusting out from the heel upon stomping the heel with enough force. This helps with speed and movement and in a pinch can work as a double sided weapon / escape tool.

Mask with Night Vision Adaptation- Eye mask that has automatic adaption feature in the dark for night vision.

Utility pouch strapped to thigh- holds fog marbles, compact laser , and emergency aid

Fog Marbles- Marbles that once smashed create a dense fog for 3 minutes to either assist in sneak attack or escape method.

Compact Laser- A small flashlight looking laser that can cut through hard and soft surfaces. Very good for stealth missions where you have to enter an area without much noise.

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⋆ ☆ A/N- I was definitely nervous writing the fighting scenes, I hope it turned out okay for everyone. Also, when I started this I wasn't sure which way I wanted to go with it but I'm pretty happy with how It turned out.

Feel free to send in requests, I have them open.

[coyotetatertot]

CW addiction, family breakup discussion, with a side of ranting about Emma-May and bi erasure. I'm a little drunk right now and so I'm not being kind in this one. 💧 Not tagging this under the fidds tag because the average fiddleford fan fucking terrifies me.

Thinking about the implications of the pterodactyl in combination with the stated purpose of the gobblewonker. The gobblewonker being made "to catch (Tate's) fancy" implies that murderous robots are Fidds' best attempt at reaching out. A twisted, broken combination of his love language of gift giving and his need to build & be constructive for his own self-worth.

As a side note, do you know how much trouble and extra work that would have caused for a LAKE RANGER LMFAO. It's Tate's literal job to keep people from killing themselves out there and now there's a robot constructed for that purpose. Probably taking a few cracks at him, too, given he's a fisherman.

This .. ties into how McGucket is coded as a late stage meth addict. Not just with the physical symptoms (hair and teeth falling out, injuries that won't heal, etc) but with the mental symptoms, too. Mania and delusions — the latter being the key one, here. If you've ever listened to the families of late stage meth addicts, you might know about the thought patterns addicts tend to get stuck in. Many of them become convinced of falsehoods, think they're doing something good, and don't realize they're crossing boundaries and hurting those closest to them.

So to me, it tracks that for Fiddleford, delusions can manifest as a killer robot for a gift. As he's stated HIMSELF, he's convinced that it's a good thing. A sign of love. A plea for his son to visit him, again. Unable to process that it's actively endangering Tate, instead.

This is pertinent because Fidds loved his family above all else. Keeping their picture on his desk, fawning over them to Ford and going on about how they're the only people that keep him grounded. Foreshadowing for when they WERE the only thing that kept him grounded: he threw away every part of himself, including his own fucking name ("look! It's them words people call me!") but he NEVER forgot his wife and kid. The way his brain was collapsing in on itself "LIKE A NEUTRON STAR" and yet he held on to the memories of his wife and child. Fiddleford's mind was so fucking broken he thought his own reflection was a separate person with whom he could have a territory war. Literally failing a mirror self-recognition test, one of the cornerstones of how we classify cognition, and yet he STILL recognized his adult son, and remembers the date he last visited. Even when he forgot to get them Christmas gifts (bad, and an example of how addiction can fuck with your deeply-held values), he was devastated with how he'd hurt them and immediately locked himself away. Imagining the dread and guilt festering in him as he processed what he'd done — might have even been the moment he realized he had a problem (?)

The amount of love this man had for his family is one of the most compelling and gut-wrenching things about this tragedy. Because all this pain came from good intentions. It came from a place of love. It inadvertently turned him against the people he loved most — and for the latter stages, he probably didn't realize just how much he was hurting them. That is what addiction can do. It can and will FUCK you and turn you into a bomb that devastates everyone around you. And in the words of an addict, "The hardest part about recovery isn't keeping yourself from using. It's coping with the things you did back when you were using."

And that aspect of storytelling gets slept upon by fandom because we'd prefer to erase Emma-May as a problem character and rewrite Fiddleford's canon relationship as comphet despite it being one of his biggest motivators. And it ain't enough for him to be bisexual because then that'd imbue the marriage and family with too much meaning; for him to be maximally shippable, we have to nullify how he felt about his marriage, thereby rewriting his priorities, and making the full, ugly, devastating brunt of the consequences of addiction fall to the wayside. Because it's fucking hard to delve into the realities of waking up, realizing that your wife gave up on you, your son grew up fatherless and has watched you at your lowest point for years, you endangered both their lives with terrible machines, and YOU destroyed THEIR futures as well as your own, when we don't want to admit just how much these people meant to Fiddleford to begin with.

Which brings me back to the pterodactyl. I can't help but wonder if, like the gobblewonker, it was supposed to be a gift. A cry for help. Perhaps even begging to take him back, because he was circling the drain and losing his family — again, the thing he clung to the hardest — was one of the last milestones on the way down.

And I can't help but think that would be more compelling — and consistent with what we know about Fiddleford's attitude while addicted. "Some desperate part of him seemed to be trying to heal himself, hoping to weld his memories back together like one of his robots." Fiddleford isn't the kind of guy to sit idly by; he tries to fix shit. If his last ditch attempt to win his family back ended up traumatizing them instead?? What a poetic and thematically brilliant way that would be for the end of their family breakup.

And what a heartbreaking, bleak reality he would have to confront whenever he regains his mind.

[clouds-by-me]

𝓐 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮

Character ;; Scaramouche/Wanderer Warnings ;; Mentions of death Word count ;; 1.5k An|requested by:@rovakiap I really hope you like it<3 Part 1

Becoming a Harbinger, wasn’t easy on you. Not just because it was physically painful, and exhausting, but because you felt like you were taking the place of someone you loved.

The trials, and battles were nothing compared to the change in the way you slept at night. The fact that you now slept alone, and cold. Or the way everyone just brushed over the fact that the man you loved had just died. No one really cared. And they expected you not to care either.

His subordinates were happy that he was finally away, and they could now “breathe freely”.

The other Harbingers acted as if he hadn’t lived at all.

And the Tsaritsa? She had not a word to say.

Everyone’s indifference towards this mans death, honestly didn’t surprise you. He wasn’t kind, actually he was quite the opposite. He was authoritative, and cared little about other people’s personal lives or their opinions.

However, what people fail to realize, and what you’ve come to learn, is that Scaramouche, does care. Though, he would never admit it, even after death, he held some level of concern about them. He always gave his subordinates missions that he knew they could handle. He fought for them on several occasions, in truth.

You remembered time when he’d come to bed tired after specifically planning everyone’s job for the next few months. He had “associates” amongst the Harbingers, though you knew they were really his friends. After Signoria died, it hurt him. Like everything else though, he’d never admit that. To anyone.

Scaramouche, was the most stubborn person you’d ever met, even to this day. Even after his death. But that was one of the many things that you loved about him. After you had heard that he passed, you were devastated. Left heartbroken, alone…confused.

You were able to power through, however. You were able to gain power, because of your lover’s death. Which was how you got to where you stand now, as the new 6th fatui Harbinger. Looking back, you’d never imagined being here. You always thought Scaramouche would continue to rule until your untimely death.

You couldn’t ever think about him dying. You never thought it was possible. Staring at your reflection, you see just how much you’ve changed. You now stand with authority, walk with power and confidence. As you looked at every detail on your body, now you have so many scars. It was expected after all the fights you had to endure to get to the top.

You, surprisingly, don’t remember getting half of the scars that litter your body now. For the most part, your outfit covered them, but you knew they were there. You didn’t feel anything when you looked at them, but they brought back so many memories. Ones you’d rather not relive.

You closed your eyes, no longer wanting to look at the person you've become, and walked towards the door. As you walked the cold halls of the Snezhnayan castle, all you could hear was you footsteps.

Whenever someone saw you approaching, they immediately cleared the way for you to pass by smoothly. They straightened their backs, and looked ahead, never looking anywhere else until you were out of sight. Walking out of the castle, and to the docks, two of your subordinates followed close behind.

“What are the items that the Tsaritsa need from Sumeru?” You asked not looking back, continuing to move forward. The woman, a cicin mage, on your right responded quickly, and you could hear the fear in her voice.

“Her majesty has requested 36 Nilotpala Lotus, 90 Rukkhashava Mushrooms, and 64 mourning flowers, my lord.” You didn’t say anything, only nodding away. You then boarded your ship, and set off towards Sumeru.

~~

Upon arriving, you dismissed your fatui subordinates, and set each of them to find something different, while you wondered around. As you walked, no one really spared you glance, much to your advantage. You’d rather get in, and get out as soon as you could. Being in this forested place, full of green and knowledge brought back wonderful memories of the dead. Someone you don’t need to be thinking about right now.

Sure, it had been months since he died, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt you all the same. Thinking about it was you walked, a sudden realization came to you, everyone acted like he didn’t even exist. It confused and frustrated you, but you never would admit that. You’ve become a lot like him over your time as the new Harbinger.

Now, people dislike you, as much as they disliked him.

Not that you cared, you had no reason to. Who cares if you adopted his mean glare, and cocky smirk. That you now would stomp over anyone who didn’t do what you asked. Not you, you didn’t cared how much it hurt. How much you had changed..

You sighed heavily, shaking your head. You have a mission to do, and thinking about someone who’s long gone, can’t do you any good.

A soft breeze lazily gazed over you, it was soft and relaxing. Then you saw something, that looked awfully familiar. So much so, that it made you stop in your tracks. That was when you saw him.

He stood out in a group of people, and looked so familiar. yet so different. His expression was soft, and he didn’t look made by any means, no, infant he looked quite content. Something you’d never seen on your lovers face before, not openly at least. He was holding a create full of vegetables, and was looking down at a young, and small girl in green and white.

Her big, green eyes caught sight of yours, and for a second too long, you made eye-contact. Then you realized who that little girl was, she’s the Dendro archon. How you came to that conclusion, you don’t know.

However you knew that you were right.

Like it was fact, quickly, you turned away before anything could transpire. You were here on a mission.

Just gather information on Sumerus whereabouts, then you can leave.

You thought to yourself, trying to remember what it was that your subordinate told you;

36 Nilotpala Lotus….How is the new archon ruling,

90 Rukkhashava Mushrooms….What about Sumeru has changed,

and 64 mourning flowers….and is the traveler still in Sumeru

This should be easy, just get a bit of information, then leave, it’s not hard. Pretending to not have seen the small girl, and familiar male, you walked a different way. Until you heard his voice, and a warm hand was placed on your shoulder.

“Umm, excuse me?” His voice was clear, just as you remember it. So many thoughts ran around in your head, and your knees buckled. Shaking it off you said nothing, only facing forward trying to regain your composure. “Are you lost?”

Slowly you turned around, you didn’t know what to expect. You were hoping that it would be some random person, someone who only sounded like him. Your hopes quickly died however, and you were face to face with a dead man walking.

You tried your best to keep your composure, crossing your arms, because suddenly you felt cold. As he looked at you expectingly, you found an answer as quickly as you could think.

“Yes, actually, could you show me around? It’s been a while since I’ve been here, and I’m honestly just traveling through. So I’ll be staying here for the next few days.” You caught his eye twitch, but said nothing of it. He then looked behind him, then rolled his eyes and looked back to you.

He mumbled under his breath, then responded;

“Sure, i can show you around.”

And just like that, you met a dead man. But now he goes by ‘Wanderer’ and says that he knows nothing of his past. He doesn’t know where he’s from, all he does know, is that he’s trying to figure it out. Or so he told you, you felt as if there was something more behind those words, but you didn’t want to lose him again, so you kept quiet.

You hated this.

Yes, you missed him. But he doesn’t remember you. You know so much about him, and yet he knows nothing of you. Not to mention that you’re not even the same person that you used to be. While he was gone, you became the next him. It was strange.

Now, anytime you look at him, you feel like you’re living a lie. This just doesn’t feel real to you, yet you love it all the same. Sure, you’ve cried so many tears, and really can’t explain your emotions, but you know for a fact that you’ve missed him.

And it was then, at that very moment, when he started walking away for a few steps then when he realized that you weren’t following, he turned around and said to you;

“Aren’t you coming?”

That you decided. You would restart. This time, the roles are reversed, but thats ok. This time, you’ll protect him, rather he realizes it, or not.

You’ll keep him away from your Fatui business, and keep him by your side. It won’t be easy, actually, it’ll be really compacted, but you’ll be ready to deal with that. Right now, as you nod your head, and follow him around Sumeru, not looking at the things he points at, but instead at him, you feel momentary ecstasy.

And right now, thats all you need.

[dicenote]

DN Fic Recs!!

Aight, I think the Death Note fandom could use some positivity. And I wanna be positive :D! So here is a list of fics with reviews, aka a thinly-veiled excuse to wildly ramble about brilliant fics made by incredibly talented people. A lot of these works inspire me, so I want to share them with others! If these fics sound interesting to you, I highly recommend that you check them out and give the authors lots of love :D

Anyway, here we go!

Fallout by Zaney HacknSlash Rating: M (FFN) Ships: (Not the main focus) eventual Matsu x Sayu, eventual Ide x OC, background Aizawa x Eriko, (kinda) Mogi x Misa

Dude. Duuuuude. If you want to see an action-packed, angst-filled joyride of a fic featuring the Task Force after Kira, this is it. This is a 10 year old rewrite of the original version of the fic, but it has a lot of the old fandom charm left over from the 2008 original. The plot is centered on the guilt Matsuda feels after shooting Light, and what he has to do when a mysterious enemy forces him to confront that guilt.

I like how the author gives us insight into every major character in the story. The flipping perspectives keep the story grounded in some places, but make it chaotic when it needs to be. Most importantly, I like how we see, inside and out, how tight-knit the Task Force has become after everything they've gone through. I also enjoy how each of the Task Force members have their own dilemmas and struggles that pay off by the end, all to do with loyalty. Overall, Fallout is an epic story with action, suspense, and plenty of original characters that don't overstay their welcome.

True Successor by @mapsareforbraindeads Rating: M (AO3) Ships: Beyond x Light, BeyondTsuda

I think this was the first fic that really helped me get the appeal of Beyond Birthday, and that's a feat all on its own. Here, Vari takes the original story of Death Note and flips it on its head with an idea that sounds like "crack treated seriously" on paper: What if L was dead before the events of the story? What if, instead, he were replaced by someone looking to, "realize what [L] could not"?

The portrayal of Beyond's mental state throughout is simply breathtaking. One standout (not-too-spoilery) example happens when Ukita dies as in canon. Vari does an incredible job of showing Beyond's frantic thoughts to the point where this part is actually stressful to read. I really wish I could go into more detail about how Beyond is portrayed, but it's really worth reading for yourself. Like I said, this fic helped me understand why people like B's story so much.

Even if you've never read the LABB book (I haven't yet), True Successor is an utterly fantastic work that you should check out.

Weakness by Airmid Rating: M (AO3) Ship: LawTsuda

I think I've talked about this one before, but it's worth talking about again. I think of this as "the" LawTsuda fanfic for a couple reasons, most notably in that it really makes the pairing work in a setting that's close to canon. I really adore the way Airmid characterizes L and Matsuda in this fic and immediately contrasts them from each other. The events of Weakness take place before L's death in canon, and the story asks some simple questions: What would have happened if L let himself confide in someone before he died? And what if that person was Matsuda?

I've read some of Airmid's other, longer, works, and while I enjoyed Happiness and Until the End, Weakness stands out to me because it feels a lot "tighter", if that makes sense. Using the bells from the anime, we get this very solid through-line of L secretly worrying and preparing for the inevitable... And then Matsuda comes in. This fic in particular continues to be a huge inspiration for a fic I'm writing, especially for the portrayal of Matsuda as equally earnest and impulsive.

Pretty much anything by Tallulah

Okay, I wish I could pick just one to talk about here. From the short and devastating Axioms to the very long and devastating Broken Hallelujahs, all of Tallulah's works—the smutty and the soul-crushing—have intriguing worlds and deep, dark characters. Just make sure you mind the tags before diving in, these ones get dark. As a MatsuIde fan, I've got to give a shout-out to Saviour. It took a while for me to "get" the style of the fic, but in the end I really loved the tone. The way Tallulah depicts the dissociation and trauma of these characters feels incredibly real, and when the fic drops its unique formatting to symbolize the characters "snapping out of it", you feel it. Broken Hallelujahs has a similar vibe, but its story has more fast-paced action. Ooh, and The End of Days is an incredibly solid, more "canon-compliant", work featuring Aizawa x Ide x Matsuda, a guilty pleasure ship for me.

Twisted Fate by TwilightMaster15 Rating: M (AO3) Ships: None tagged so far, background LawLight

If you've been in the DN fanfic scene, I'm sure you've seen (or maybe read) a "What if L was Kira?" fic. Well, here's a new one. What if Aizawa was Kira?

This is another fic that takes what could be a "crack" scenario and executes it super super well. Rather than getting a childish Kira who calls himself "God of the New World", we have Aizawa, who has become disillusioned by the justice system he works in. The fic does a really good job in setting up Aizawa's relationships, good and bad, with the other characters, as well as showing the very different choices Aizawa!Kira makes versus Canon!Light. Speaking of Light, his motivations and role in the story are very well-done. His inclusion feels incredibly natural, and I can't wait to see what he and L do next.

Kira's Guide to the Munchies by @palant1r Rating: T (AO3) Ship: MatsuLight

I've gotta end this list with a funny one, alright? This fic is an absolutely delightful treat. It's like digging into a nice, warm brownie... Oh, wait.

See, Palant1r doesn't just characterize Matsuda and Light, more like dissects these characters' essences, their weaknesses and fears and flaws, and lays them bare for the reader to see. And yes, this is also true for when Matsuda and Light are tripping fucking balls. This fic is so very silly, but we also get to see the way these characters think, even if their faculties are hindered by quite a bit of weed. A character study wrapped in a goofy concept, Kira's Guide to the Munchies is a ride that you just have to read to believe. Seriously. I was thinking about quoting lines here, but it works better when you don't know what's coming next.

[weebsinstash]

Something that has been on my mind throughout this whole Yandere! Miguel O’Hara, is the idea of a Spider-Girl Gabriella O’Hara in another reality that lost her dad in that reality, her canon event, that made her become Spider-Girl, and Miguel (Earth-928B) becoming a Yandere parent. He lost his baby girl once, he’s not going to loose her again.

The problem with that in of terms of like me writing is, I prefer when the focus of my stories is the reader insert character and that would kind of be basically sort of making an OC just about, but I've definitely thought about like, yandere Miguel and friends looking after a Reader who may be still growing up or, Miguel is in his 30s or 40s so even a Reader in their 20s can still be a sort of student with him (I'm 26 ok let me live, I'm still considered young right 🥺🥺🥺 I need to be someone's baby girl too 🥺🥺🥺)

I keep gravitating back to "Miguel who lost his wife and child x reader who was spiderwoman 2099 who lost her Miguel and child and both of you did the whole tried to replace my family thing" and also like, imagine Miguel bonding with you because you can relate to his experiences more personally and intimately than anyone else and one day a second Miguel shows up and unlike "the main one" MiguelDos DID have a version of you as a partner and he's trying to convince you to come home with him. Like imagine your Miguel is so incredibly attached and protective of you and he sees you're spending a suspicious amount of time with the new version of him and, yeah he's jealous, but he's worried about potential consequences so he goes to talk to you and before he can, you start first, "Miguel, the other you has to go, he wants me to try and break canon and go home with him and--"

Miguel just being absolutely furious (not with you, never you) because you've been through a horribly traumatic experience and it is so strong and brave that you're still going (he would know, he's doing the same thing too) and now some copycat asshole is trying to sway you? Take you away? Miguel hears you say "he thinks because I don't have a home universe anymore that I exist outside my own canon and that I could come to his home universe and he wants a baby" and Miguel just sees RED

Maybe he even starts checking security footage and he can see that like, yeah Miguel2 has some sort of genuine affection for you but it's obvious he is also loakey manipulating you, trying to get you drunk and in bed, getting you tipsy to try and convince you to come with him, shit could you imagine Miguel 1 bursting into his/your shared office to see Miguel 2 basically trying to peel your clothes off while you're barely coherent if not outright unconscious

He'll beat the bastard bloody is what he'll do. Miguel had definitely developed his own obsession for you but for some random loser to be actively trying to use your pain for his own benefit, to try and BREAK CANON and kill everyone just to be selfish? He knows wanting to, but he's glad you came to him, trusting him enough to look up at him with tears in your eyes, "please, I can't take him being here, he's saying too much, he wants too much from me" because he knows it hurts, he doesn't know what to do if a carbon copy of his wife showed up begging for his love (although the more time he spends with you, the less he finds himself thinking about her and more about you)

Reader 2099 being devastated because since she lives in Miguel's dimension now but isn't FROM there she doesn't really have any documentation so she can't even try and adopt. Miguel realizing that, hey, maybe that other him of his had a point, maybe there IS a purpose for you becoming attached to Nueva York. It's not like moving on after a canon event is inherently changing one. Since he's already lost his daughter, and can't take someone else's, could he... make his own? But what if it breaks canon somehow? But the more he thinks about ìt and the more he gets closer to you the more he wants a fat chubby little baby of his own so fucking bad and he's just about ready to take a leap of faith with you and test this theory out

But yeah like, apparently the Spiderman canon events typically happen as teenagers so I've also thought of,you know, Reader being where they are in the template, a bullied high school kid with social isolation and issues at home. Miguel just minding his own business when a little birdy/spider whispers in his ear that "the new kid he's been looking after needs some help" and he goes to see and you're just sniffling and crying with a black eye because there are bullies at school. Or even worse, your black eye is from some attempt at a relationship, and you brush it off "oh no, they just lost their temper, it's MY fault they got so mad" and Miguel knows you don't have proper parental figures and he essentially adopts you. Miguel being especially weak to a female teen Reader though because, gosh, he wonders what his daughter would be like at your age, would the two of you have been friends, it's almost like helping to raise you helps heal the trauma of losing his little girl.

You have a Spanish class you struggle with and you're shyly asking Miguel, just offhandedly, "hey as a bilingual speaker do you have any tips 🥺 I'm really struggling and I feel dumb" and suddenly here's 'Tio Miguel' to help you. Any Spiders from your age group think they can make a move on you, they're mistaken and greeted by a towering glowering fatherly figure, and god forbid if he finds an older man being creepy with you, he will all but throw them into traffic

God this man has infested my brain so bad, I'm literally taking a t break from weed for like a week so I can treat myself by going to the ATSV in theaters since I've been so stressed and money finally isn't as tight and. Hhhhh I want to see a pretty movie with hot people and good music on the big screen 😩🥵❤️ by all means keep bugging me with any ideas or questions or feedback about ideas because I'm getting lost in the yandere spiderverse sauce

[trulybetty]

Chiffon | Prologue

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Warnings: 18+ implied alcohol abuse, implied drug abuse, reference to a previous volatile argument, mention of almost being hit accidentally by a thrown object, angst, so much angst. Summary: Sometimes love is knowing when to walk away no matter how much it hurts. AO3: Linked

x. chiffon masterlist.

Chiffon Prologue.

It's one of those things they don't tell you about, in the fairy tales or the love songs. There are no warnings, no guidebooks, about the fact that one day, you might find yourself falling so fast and so deep, that you won't even realize what's happening until you've hit the ground.

By the time you understand the gravity of what's occurred, you're already bruised, battered, and bleeding, with no way of retreating to the safety of the solitude you once knew.

Love hits without warning. It floods your heart. It leaves you breathless.

It's not a gentle tap on the shoulder, it's a sledgehammer to the chest, leaving you dazed and unable to stand.

It's an odd occurrence, really. That one day, you'll cross paths with a person who, on paper, is nothing like you. Their lives, perspectives, desires, and dreams seem to lie at the opposite end of the spectrum from yours. You aren't looking for them, this strange, unexpected someone who defies everything you thought you understood about compatibility. But life, in all its whimsical and unpredictable ways, doesn't care for your checklists and expectations.

But in practice, it works. How did two people so seemingly different find themselves deeply entwined in a love that defies expectations?

Before you know it, you're in too deep. You are showered with affection, a level of adoration and care you've never known before. You become each other's worlds, existing in a shared bubble of love and intimacy. The connection feels profound, overwhelming. Bound together by an invisible string, you navigate the complexities of life as one.

But love, when it's this intense, this consuming, comes with blind spots. The sacrifices start quietly. They sneak into your lives, disguised as simple compromises. In late nights spent laughing together despite the looming dawn, in rearranged schedules just to steal a few more hours together. You start dismissing opportunities that could pull you away from them, bypassing projects that you would have leapt at before. Those 'compromises', once insignificant, are now dictating your choices, your ambitions, your dreams.

And it all feels worth it. In the moment, love seems worth any sacrifice.

However, cracks inevitably begin to appear. The blurred lines of compromise begin to look more like concessions. You realize, with a sinking heart, that you've compromised not just your time and your plans, but parts of yourself. As the veil of infatuation lifts, you're confronted with the uncomfortable truth – you both want different things.

That's when the devastating realization hits you – the cruelty of having met the right person at the wrong time. If only you had encountered each other earlier, or maybe a few years later, the picture would have been different.

Love can mend your heart, but it can also shatter it into a million pieces. No one prepares you for the fact that love can also hurt.

No matter how it ends - whether in happily ever after or heart-wrenching loss - the fall marks you. It imprints itself onto your soul, becoming a part of your identity that you carry with you wherever you go. The beauty and pain of it, the euphoria and the despair, they blend into a memory that's at once a scar and a badge of honour

Bryony crumpled onto the floor, warm tears cascading down her cheeks in silent testament to the war she had been fighting. It wasn't one against him, but for him. She had pleaded, begged, and outlined her boundaries countless times. Yet, each time she drew a line in the sand, Dieter would dance along the edge, drawing her to it with him, with the promise of change, only to slip further away pulling her with the tide closer again to the cliff's edge.

Now, he was jumping over that line, hurtling towards the precipice of that same cliff with reckless abandon.

Bryony had done everything in her power to pull him back, but she was worn out, her resolve spent. She had finally let go, Dieter seemingly oblivious to the hands that had been desperately trying to keep him from falling.

She stared blankly at her phone, another flashing notification a stark reminder of the chaos she had left behind. Missed calls had escalated into triple digits, each one a desperate plea she couldn't bear to listen to. The texts were worse; she knew they would pull at what little strength she had left, tempting her to crumble if she so much as looked at them.

She couldn't go over the edge with him.

As if seeking some semblance of stability, her fingers clutched at the plush carpet beneath her. The thick strands slipped through her fingers, offering no purchase, no grounding. She needed comfort, she needed reassurance, but all she could feel was the cold emptiness of her isolation.

Because everything was not okay.

And she wasn't sure if it would ever be okay again.

His furious shouts echoed in her ears, his angered screams. They'd been borne of fury, an explosive reaction to her finding and destroying his stash, meticulously erasing every trace of his dealer's number from his phone. He'd been enraged, feeling betrayed and cornered.

The smell of whiskey hung heavy in the air, making her stomach churn. He'd thrown a full bottle in his anger, not looking to where he had thrown it and narrowly missing her and hitting the wall instead. Glass had exploded and the amber liquid inside had splattered everywhere, including soaking her shirt. But still she couldn't muster the strength to pull the shirt over her head.

The moment he had realized the depth of his actions, his eyes wide and panicked as they met hers, they had connected in a moment of horrifying understanding. It was an image she would never forget, a haunting snapshot of a man teetering on the edge of a precipice.

He'd crossed the room then, his movements halting and unsure. He'd tried to reach out, perhaps to comfort or apologize, but had stopped short when he'd seen her fear. The silence that followed was oppressive, filled with regret and heartbreak.

But even then, Bryony knew that letting go was the right decision.

Because sometimes, love means knowing when to step back, even if it shatters your heart.

[lunas-otome-blog]

Luna's Review: Birushana: Rising Flower of Genpei

Official Summary:

Fifteen years after the Heiji Rebellion, the Heike clan has reached the height of its power, while the Genji clan remains devastated by defeat. Hidden deep within the mountains of Kurama lives Shanao, the youngest surviving male heir to the Genji name. However, Shanao harbors a deep secret known by very few.

The youngest heir to the Genji name is no man.

Her adventure leads her to find new cherished relationships, as well as something deeper than the feud between the rivaling clans.

Luna's Thoughts (Spoiler Free)

Fast-paced and serious, Birushana is an action-packed otoge that plays out like an anime.

MC Shanao (later Yoshitsune) is inflexible, with a strong sense of justice and an even stronger sword arm. Despite her fierce personality, she seems easily swayed by sincerity. She doesn't like when people put themselves in harm's way for her, preferring to sacrifice herself instead.

The fight scenes in this game are elaborate, with characters twisting and trembling to vibrant sound effects. Sprites move quickly and dramatically in ways I've never seen in an otoge before. The swordplay seems high stakes as the game shows you the impact of each swing rather than describing it in text.

This game would have benefitted from stripping down the number of characters in general, as there are a LOT of sprites, some with little screen time. There are also large time skips where relationships are formed between Shanao and her followers, but they feel a bit rushed because we didn't get to watch them develop.

This game is based on the real historical events of the Genpei War between the Heike (Taira) clan and the Genji (Minamoto) clan. While I do recommend playing your first route blind, you might find it fun to read through the Wiki article about the war afterwards, just to see where the game diverges from truth. Or maybe I'm just a big nerd lol.

Birushana is very, very Japanese, and if you're like me, you'll find yourself looking at the dictionary often. But much of the vocabulary is added for flavor, so it won't really affect your playthrough if you can't remember the modern-day equivalent of ancient Japanese cities or specific titles for monks.

The routes of this game all follow the same general plot, as it is based on a real war. If you're playing your first route and thinking "Man, this is super long," it's because there are common route scenes interspersed throughout character routes. So if you feel like you've played a certain scene before, it's probably because you have. Get that skip button ready.

Final thoughts: this game was okay. My main critiques are that the game could have done a better job introducing characters; the romanceable characters are not given enough screen time when you're not playing their route; and some of the routes are boring/predictable.

My recommended route order, based purely on the amount of information revealed, is: Noritsune -> Benkei -> Yoritomo -> Shungen -> Tomomori. This isn't the recommended order by the publisher, so play at your own risk lol.

For thoughts on each route in the order I played them, see below. Spoilers ahead.

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Musashibo Benkei Route (Spoilers)

I didn't feel the game gave enough of an introduction to Benkei before shunting me off onto his route. While I understand why these characters get along, they are both immediately ride or die for each other in a way that felt unrealistic. Their dedication was too strong, too fast to be believable.

That said, I see why they make a nice couple. Benkei admires Shanao because of her strength, and she comes to like him because he has suffered in a similar way to her. Initially he reminds her of the father she never had, but her feelings become something more complex as the game goes on.

Benkei clearly admires Shanao as a warrior of justice, not because she's a woman. When he realizes his feelings are more than that of a vassal for his lord, he actually feels guilty it because he knows Shanao has had to sacrifice so much to become a "man." It was pretty cute.

There's some sexual assault themes in this route, and I felt it was handled well, with Shanao taken seriously and given ample time to heal.

There's unfortunately not much to Benkei beyond him being a general nice guy and die hard companion. You learn his backstory quickly and there isn't anything to add after that point. When Benkei lies to Shanao, which would have been a prime opportunity to create some tension or angst, she instead understands his motivations innately and forgives him right away. The same goes for him when he discovers Shanao has been hiding her true nature.

While I liked this route okay, it felt more like an outline of a route than a full plot. I'm glad I played this one first, as it was kind of a snoozefest.

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Tomomori Taira Route (Spoilers)

I hated this character in the Benkei route, so I decided to play him next. I couldn't understand how the game could paint him as sympathetic enough to want to date.

Spoiler alert: it never does. I disliked Tomomori throughout his own route, too.

Tomomori could have easily been written as an obsessed yet passionate character, but instead he is just plain creepy. He steals kisses without consent, touches Shanao in her sleep, calls her by cringey names like "Princess" and is just generally flirty in a way that Shanao clearly doesn't like. When Shanao starts to fall for him, it felt more like Stockholm Syndrome than actual love. Girl, what??

His obsession with her, by the way, is never really explained. While his backstory was infinitely more interesting than Benkei's, it doesn't justify his actions toward her — or explain why she might reciprocate.

The whole point of his character is that he's chaotically suicidal and feels his life means nothing. It would have made more sense if Shanao had done something to give his life meaning. I could understand if he'd become obsessed with her because she shares his powers and represents a freedom that he never had. But that's not what happens. Instead, he decides a random crying woman will become his new toy, and we're supposed to believe that it was true love the whole time.

In the after ending scene, we find out he is literally keeping her at home instead of allowing her to visit her friends and family because he is too jealous to let her speak with other men. This is supposed to be romantic?

This whole route was icky and unhealthy. Not even the final act plot twist can save this pairing.

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Noritsune Taira Route (Spoilers)

Noritsune is a better version of Tomomori. His obsession with Shanao, who is the same age as him, makes sense after she whoops his ass in battle. He sees her as a true rival and admires her desire to choose her own path, not just as a child of Genji but as an individual.

Despite his inferiority complex, Noritsune is a skilled warrior and a true man's man. Once he's seen how his own family treats its people, his allegiance wanes. While ultimately he does fight for the Heike, he, like Shanao, isn't interested in flexing his superiority, but in fighting for the weak. He's a good guy in a tough position.

When Noritsune discovers Shanao is a woman, he doesn't treat her any differently. While this is respectable, I was a little disappointed because I wanted to see Noritsune struggling with his attraction toward her haha. But don't worry, you do get a scene like this later. And while the ending is bittersweet, it felt more realistic than having everything work out perfectly.

Despite revealing less information about Shanao's backstory than the other routes, Noritsune's route was really solid. He goes through a satisfying arc, from a character who only cares about honor to someone who really embraces his leadership role and what that means to his people. Shanao also experiences growth as she spends time with the Heike and learns that there are good people — and bad — on both sides.

This route was my favorite in the game. It was sweet and romantic while still feeling overall like a "samurai" game. This is a fighting-heavy route as Shanao and Noritsune clash as Genji and Heike — and as two people who greatly respect each other and just want to test their skills.

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Shungen Route (Spoilers)

Shungen doesn't get a lot of attention on the other routes, but you do get to see little bits of him that suggest he's the long suffering type. At the beginning, he chides Shanao for trusting too quickly. In Noritsune's route, he steps aside as she goes to him in the final battle, not understanding but respecting their bond. He's the sort of character who doesn't seek the spotlight, content with a supporting role.

This supporting nature is the first arc of Shungen's route, wherein his relationship with Shanao is questioned. They both consider a more formal arrangement wherein Shungen officially becomes Shanao's vassal, rather than the loose childhood friends relationship they have now.

The route continues to deal with with the topic of family, as Shanao evaluates her feelings about her brother and mother a little more carefully than the other routes. Of course, that leaves Shungen to question why he's feeling jealous, which is exactly the type of angst I want on a childhood friend route hehe. Shungen also gets to shine as a military strategist and leader in a way that isn't highlighted on the other routes.

There's an unexpected twist in this route, which surprised me because all of the other blogs I checked out recommended playing Shungen's route on the earlier side. As it stands, I'm glad I played it where I did, because it's a pretty big adjustment.

The one misstep in this route comes when Shungen and Shanao are pushed into a corner and must choose between being together and their morals. Shungen lacks his eye shinies in this scene, which we all know is the universal anime signal that he's gone mad. Together, Shanao and Shungen make a bad choice, which I figured meant I had gotten a bad ending. But no, it all works out, and you don't find out until the post credits scene that there's some trickery going on that allows them to have it both ways.

We basically see Shungen going off the deep end, becoming unhealthily obsessed with Shanao, and then there's just...no resolution. He gets better on his own without talking to anyone or letting the audience in on it. Idk if they ran out of space for more dialogue on this route or what, but I felt like it was missing a key scene before the ending.

Other than that, this was a pretty okay route.

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Yoritomo Route (Spoilers)

Despite having a strong presence in every route, I had very little opinion of Yoritomo before his own route. He's cool, calm and collected, but seems to reveal very little of himself at any given time.

We find out through flashbacks that he does indeed have emotions, but boxes them up in order to take care of what needs to be done, including fighting his own family members when they get out of hand. He tries to keep his distance from Shanao so he doesn't come to care for her too much, but still gets jealous when she treats others with favor. He's a pretty cute, gap-moe sort of character.

Looking back on this route, you actually get less information about Shanao's background than on Shungen's route. But I didn't feel bored because I enjoyed watching Yoritomo's cold demeanor crack as he falls in love with Shanao.

If you want a punchy end to the game, this isn't the route to play last, despite it being recommended by the publisher. But it was one of the better, more believable romances imho.

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Other Endings (Spoilers)

Something very cool that Birushana does is include special endings for undatable side characters. You have to go to the flowchart to play them, and then only appear after you've completed a datable character's ending. But they're worth playing. Here are my thoughts.

Tadanobu: Simple and sweet. I wish we'd learned more about this character in the main game, but I enjoyed hearing a little of his backstory, including why he's such a flirt.

Shigehira: This is what Tomomori's route should have been and somehow includes more character development than his entire route. Shigehira, like his brother, is obsessed with torturing Shanao, but begins to fall for her kindness and becomes more of a tsundere after he learns she's a woman. I wish he'd been the full route rather than his sadistic brother.

Tsugunobu: This one was kinda boring. Not much happens. I wish it would have explored more of their relationship rather than just a one-sided promise.

Takatsuna: This character was so funny the entire game, because he's treated like a little kid despite legitimately being one of Yoritomo's vassals. In his ending, we get to see a very sweet friendship develop between him and Shanao. I still think he looks like a bug though lol.

[alxirai]

Kailan mo naramdaman, na di mo na ako mahal?

(translation : when did you feel that you've lost your feelings for me?)

Modern!Kazuha x GN!reader

^*reblogs are appreciated:)*^

Reader and Kazuha had been best friends for years, but their friendship had grown into something more over time. They were inseparable, always doing everything together and supporting each other. They had even gone on a few trips together, and it seemed like the perfect relationship.

But recently, things have started to change. Kazuha had been acting differently, spending more time alone, and when Reader confronted him about it, he brushed it off as nothing. At first, Reader thought it was just a phase, but then they started to notice more and more distance between them.

One day, they were hanging out together when Reader finally mustered up the courage to ask the question that had been bothering them for so long. "Kazuha, when did you start to feel that you lost feelings for me?"

Kazuha was quiet for a moment before responding, "It was a gradual thing, I think. At first, it was just little things, little differences between us that started to add up. And then one day, I realized that I wasn't really happy anymore. I wanted more, something different. I'm sorry."

Reader was devastated. They had never thought that something like this could happen between them. They had always thought their love was unbreakable. "So... Do you just want to end things?" Reader asked, their voice shaking.

Kazuha nodded. "Yeah, I think it's for the best. We've had a good run, but I think it's time for us to move on."

Reader struggled to process what was happening. They had always thought their love was strong, but now it seemed like it had all been a lie. They didn't know what to do or where to go from here. All they knew was that they were losing the person they loved most in the world.

In the end, they went their separate ways, both of them trying to figure out what to do next. But no matter where their separate paths took them, they would never forget the love they once had, and the pain of losing it.

After a period of grief and reflection, Reader realized that it was time for them to move on. They had learned a lot from their relationship with Kazuha, and even though it had ended, they knew that they had grown as a person. They had become more introspective and had learned to better understand their own needs and wants in a relationship.

They knew that moving on would not be easy, but they were determined to put themselves first and to find happiness in their own life. They were not sure exactly what the future held, but they knew that they were strong enough to face whatever came their way. And with this newfound strength and determination, they set out to write a new chapter in their life, one that was all their own.

I've finally done it! I'm not impressed by this cause it's really my first time writing angst and why not do it with Kazuha right?

I... Don't know what to do next haha

[animeboye]

Remembering Akira Toriyama

On March 1st, 2024, legendary mangaka Akira Toriyama passed away due to acute subdural hematoma. He was just sixty-eight years old. His most famous creation, Dragon Ball, has had a profound effect on the anime and manga industry as a whole. Without it, we wouldn't have had series such as Yu Yu Hakusho, Naruto, One Piece, or many others. On top of how inspirational as a series Dragon Ball has been, it's shaped the childhoods of many kids all over the world, me being one such kid.

Toriyama is one of the few famous deaths that has actually brought me to tears, the only others being Satoshi Kon and Satoru Iwata. Losing Toriyama, for me, was such a sudden and devastating revelation and if I had never gotten into Dragon Ball Z when I was a kid, I don't know if I ever would have become an artist or writer. While I have had many inspirations for becoming an artist/writer, such as Yoshihiro Togashi, creator of Yu Yu Hakusho and Hunter X Hunter, Masashi Kishimoto, creator of Naruto, and Eiichiro Oda, creator of One Piece, it was Toriyama and Dragon Ball which really helped to show me the path I wanted my life to go on. While writing Dragon's World, I've gotten comments from readers who've told me that there were moments where they were reminded of Dragon Ball and with Dragon Ball being one of, if not my biggest inspiration for becoming both a writer and an artist, those comments, to me, are not just some of my favorites that I've ever received, I find them to be some of the highest praise I've gotten.

Alongside Dragon Ball, Toriyama's other works such as Sand Land, which has both a game and an anime series coming out, and Dr. Slump show just how funny and imaginative Toriyama was. His paneling was always so clean and any action scenes were always easy to read and his characters, while not always the deepest, were always full of life and made the series they starred in so much fun to read.

Like many other kids who grew up on DBZ, I also tried on so many occasions to do a Kamehameha or go Super Saiyan. I remember when I saw the episode where Gohan was teaching Videl how to fly and she was focusing her energy into her palms, I tried to do the same, thinking it would help me to fly, too. When a new VHS (yes, we are going back that far) and later, DVD of DBZ would be released, I would beg my grandma or my mom to buy it for me. The same way true for when new Dragon Ball Z action figures would come out. I had to have them all, and I think I actually did have most of them. Then, at fifteen, I sold them because I thought, "I'm going into high school. I need to be a big boy and big boys don't have toys". Heh. Funny how well that thought process aged. Especially since now, I'm trying to find those same figures from my childhood so I can buy them again.

I would often recreate the fights and adventures Goku and his friends went on with these figures I bought, and sometimes, I would make up my own stories. One that I can always immediately recall was Goku and the gang fighting a group that used a seal similar to The Seal of Orichalcos from Yu-Gi-Oh! (also, RIP to Takahashi-senpai) and just like the Seal of Orichalcos, whoever lost that fight would lose their soul, too. Granted, the stories I came up with back then weren't good (I mean, they came from the mind of a little kid, so please be a bit gentle on me), but when you're an Elementary schooler/early middle schooler, they feel like something incredible. It's like you're getting to contribute to this world you've come to know and love and yet, you're the only one who truly knows about said contribution. In a way, it's a really special feeling.

Call me a weeb if you want for saying this, but to me, Toriyama wasn't just another creator. He wasn't just another storyteller. He was my sensei. He was my biggest inspiration and the person who got me to realize where I wanted my life to go. That I wanted to be a writer and an artist. That I had stories I wanted to share with others. Toriyama was someone I always wanted to meet and, I guess now I'll have to wait until I get to Other World myself to get that chance.

Thank you for everything, Akira Toriyama. Thank you for showing me who I was meant to be. Thank you for Dragon Ball and for allowing it to be such a staple of my childhood. I'll be hoping your family is doing well and are remaining strong in these times. May you rest in peace.

[darthkvznblogs]

What are your thoughts on Sailor Moon and its characters? I'm personally still surprised over how ahead of its time it was and how much it holds up in today's media.

I was going to answer this ask while I watched Promise of the Rose last night but it’s not available where I watch it 😭 this is devastating…

Anyhoo, I have a LOT of thoughts re:Sailor Moon! I'll list them below, rapid-fire style, in no particular order. I also have no idea what the consensus is so there may be some hot takes I’m just not aware of haha :P

I had no idea how much of a little shithead Usagi was! I guess seeing gifs and images from her I had a very different concept of what she'd be like, but I really love how much of a gremlin she can be.

For such a romance-obsessed series (which I don't mind and actually quite enjoy most of the time) they don't actually show you much of the actual relationships, which I think is a shame. You've already sold me on Usagi and Mamoru, but I need more meat on those bones! Show me them going on cute dates! Show me arguments that last longer than two lines (and are often motivated by magical destiny BS)! You're telling me about a love that has managed to survive through death and the thousands of years in between their past and present lives, now show me it!

I'm such a sucker for the premise of S1. The sense of love and duty persisting through death and reincarnation, the struggle to regain the memories of a past life while keeping your footing in the modern world, the classic balancing act between being a teenager and having the weight of the world on your shoulders as a superhero, the engaging dynamics between the members of the Dark Kingdom and, of course, the bonds between the Sailor Scouts...

...and that finale, goddamn. What a freakin' sucker punch. It's one thing to allude to the fact that death is a very real possibility when facing the enemy throughout the series, but the show hadn't done much more than flirt with it a bit here and there. Seeing that flashback to the Silver Millennium and realizing that not only is it possible for them to die in the line of duty, but that it's actually a very likely prospect...and then following through with it! That sequence, as each of the Guardians sacrifices themselves to clear the way for Sailor Moon, with Usagi going through pretty much every stage of grief in a mere few minutes, had me slack-jawed the whole way through. And Usagi finally fully embracing her identity as Princess Serenity and sacrificing herself as her mother once did, wishing for something as simple (as understandably selfish, as heartbreakingly yearning) as giving herself and her beloved friends their normal lives back, free of their burden. Genuinely perfect ending.

I think the only part that doesn't work for me about the S1 finale is that the monsters that kill the Guardians aren't shown to be special in any way, just volunteers from Beryl's monster hordes. I wish they'd been her elite royal guard that never left her side or something, otherwise why wait to deploy what are clearly your most powerful mooks? It makes the lieutenants lesser by comparison.

The bespoke animations for each of the signature attacks (and the transformation sequences, of course) are great, but there's like...no fighting in this show, which is disappointing, ngl. I know this isn't a shonen and I'm not asking for complex fight coreography, but trading a few blows, damaging the environment, just generally showcasing that the Guardians aren't just soundbites and elemental ranged attacks would be much appreciated.

I regret to inform you all I've become a Sailor Earth truther. NARU DESERVES BETTER (or at least, she deserves to have superpowers so she doesn't get her life force drained every other episode, jfc)

S2 had kind of atrocious pacing - I didn't mind it having two distinct arcs, but the Ail and An arc dragged on for too long and too much time was spent with Rubeus relative to the other Black Moon clan members, so it really robbed them of their impact. I felt great satisfaction when Rubeus was defeated, but the others...eh. I did love the Spectre Sisters and their decision to become normal humans, and Wiseman/Death Phantom (though he kinda came outta nowhere) was super cool. Never underestimate the stark image of a bleached human skull and a cool voice haha.

I feel like most people probably find Chibiusa really annoying (and I was right there with them a few times, admittedly), but remembering that she's a terrified, traumatized child really helped. It was utterly bizarre of Usagi (and the show, to some extent) to consider her any sort of rival for Mamoru's love, that was uncomfortable and ridiculous. The reveal that it's her fault that Crystal Tokyo went to shit was great, I loved that (and generally the implication that the Black Moon Clan is only a problem because they were excluded from utopia as part of Silver Millennium 2.0 for very vague reasons felt like a very intriguing detail, like Neo-Queen Serenity might've also made a huge mistake there.)

Just generally speaking, I wish the Sailor Scouts were a bit more consistent in battle; they're either utterly dominating or getting absolutely destroyed within moments of arriving.

The drip (as the kids say) in this show is impeccable lol everyone always looks amazing

I could go on but you get the idea! I just started Sailor Moon S yesterday so I'm still trucking along. If there's anything I didn't mention that you want my opinion on feel free to hit me with another ask!

[johnsamericano]

𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥

Hi everyone! As promised, here’s one of the two most voted fic continuations. There will be more chapters to this story though I'm not sure how many yet. Thank you for reading!

warnings: sugar daddy jae, mentions of injuries and hospitals, language.

taglist: @thoreeo @trustmahluv

Sugar rush m.list.

The machine monitoring your father’s heartbeat was the only sound filling the quiet hospital room, where your once healthy father laid unconscious, his perfect, chiseled cheeks adorned with cuts and bruises. Would they leave a mark?

The machine monitoring your father’s heartbeat was the only sound filling the quiet hospital room, where your once healthy father laid unconscious, his perfect, chiseled cheeks adorned with cuts and bruises. Would they leave a mark?

The machine monitoring your father’s heartbeat was the only sound filling the quiet hospital room, where your once healthy father laid unconscious, his perfect, chiseled cheeks adorned with cuts and bruises. Would they leave a mark?

The machine monitoring your father’s heartbeat was the only sound filling the hospital room, where your once healthy father laid unconscious, his perfect, chiseled cheeks adorned with cuts and bruises. Would they leave a mark?

The machine monitoring your father’s heartbeat was the only sound filling the hospital room, where your once healthy father laid unconscious, his perfect, chiseled cheeks adorned with cuts and bruises. Would they leave a mark?

Where did everything go wrong?

Your string of thoughts was cut off by a call from your aunt.

Your string of thoughts was cut off by a call from your aunt.

“Hello?” Your voice was raspy from not using it. There was no one to talk to in the quiet, hospital room but the nurses, who weren't especially keen on chatting.

“How’s your dad, sweetie?”

“They let him out of ICU, but he doesn't look good to me.” Your fingers traced the cuts in his chiseled cheeks that would soon turn into scars, ruining his perfect skin. Your eyes then diverted to his head, thoroughly covered in bandages to protect his damaged skull.

“Honey, I've got bad news...”

“They rejected the case, didn't they?”

“Not precisely.” She deeply inhaled before continuing. “It’s a tough case, almost impossible to win, nonetheless, they're willing to take it. But their fee is a little...”

“Expensive.”

“Yes.”

As expected from the best firm in town, they wouldn't take less than $8,000. Your bank account didn't have enough money to even cover half of it, and with your job at the convenience store, you'd only earn so much to cover your expenses.

“We can take the lawyer that the government provides us with, it would be free.”

“But then I'm sure we’d lose.” You groaned in frustration, using your free hand to rub your forehead. “Don’t worry, I'll find a way to get the money.”

“Why don't we just accept the compensation they're offering? It could pay for the hospital bills and you'd still have some left to pay for your tuition.”

“That would be like putting a price on my father's life. I don't want their money, I want them to make themselves responsible for what they've caused.” The sound of wheels approached the door of your father's room, signaling the nurse was outside with his meds. “It’s okay, Auntie, I'll take care of everything. You can go back home, I know my uncle isn't doing so well.”

“Are you sure, darling?” It was undeniable that she wanted to head back to her little ranch fat away from the hectic city life to take care of her sick husband, but still, her brother was laying down on a hospital bed, fighting for his life.

“Yes, I'm an adult, I'll find a way.”

“Take care of yourself, and don't hesitate to call me if you're having any difficulties. I'll be there in the blink of an eye.” She said before sending a kiss into the speaker, proceeding to hang up.

You sighed. It was never usual for you to ask for help, as you were an extremely prideful and independent person, and you doubted this time would be different.

“Don’t worry, dad. Everything will be alright.”

Three failed job interviews and one more to go. Your feet were killing you, the high heels covering them already worn out from walking to avoid taking the bus. Every penny counted, and as long as your legs worked, you weren't spending any more money than what was necessary.

You sat down in the waiting room of the company, massaging your neck to relieve some tension. College was becoming a burden. Maybe you'd take a semester off to focus on working, that is if someone wanted to hire an inexperienced student.

“Y/n, Y/l/n?”

“Here.” You darted up, gathering your belongings to enter the room on which your life almost literally depended.

You gave all the right answers, earning a polite ‘we’ll contact you’ in return. But you could see that they weren't convinced with your lack of experience, no company in their right mind would be.

As soon as you arrived at your apartment, you slid out of the uncomfortable pencil skirt, tucking yourself under the covers with your phone screen almost hitting your nose.

To take your mind off things, you decided to watch some videos. Halfway in, an ad popped up, interrupting the interior deco video you were watching.

A picture of a girl about your age hugging an older man was right in the middle of your screen. Written with fancy letters, the words ‘make your life simpler’ could be read, followed by what you guessed was the title of the app. Sugar rush.

Out of pure curiosity, your finger tapped at the small icon that led to the app store, absentmindedly clicking the download button. A few seconds later, an icon with the letters ‘SR’ was added to your home screen.

“Log in?” You murmured out loud, squinting your eyes to adjust your eyes to the bright, white homepage.

Just as you were about to click out, the phrase from the ad reappeared, stopping your finger from moving any further.

You could always delete your account if something went wrong, right? Nonetheless, you decided to use a false name, and that's how Melanie Kim’s profile was created. You left the circle of your profile picture empty for now, only filling the spaces that asked about your likes, dislikes, age, and all that stuff that people care about so much.

You knew what the app was for, but that didn't stop you from being surprised when a list of men and women of different ages greeted you. Right then, a small rectangle obstructed your sight, two buttons offering opposite things.

‘Pick the role you'd like to develop.’

Sugar daddy/mommy / Sugar baby.

Clearly, you didn’t have nor the money or the years to be the first, so you clicked the opposite button without giving it more thought.

‘Welcome. You've been registered as a sugar baby at Sugar rush. Meet thousands of men and women willing to finance you for free!’

You hummed.

‘As we're always looking to make our users’ experience better, we've developed Sugar Rush premium, a membership to meet the richest and hottest people in your surroundings. Get the premium version for only $5.95 a month. Click here to get Sugar Rush premium.’

Your finger pad was dangerously close to the blue button, almost grazing the screen of the phone. It was then when you were pulled out of your trance, blinking as if just then you'd realized what you were doing.

“I must be crazy.” You turned off your phone, not bothering to turn on an alarm for the next day. You had no interviews left. You had nowhere to go.

Waking up was getting harder with every passing day. Not being able to call your dad to go out for breakfast or even sending a simple good morning message hurt you deeply. You missed him. But seeing him laying down on a hospital bed, unable to do anything by himself, was even worse.

Ding

A notification filled the silence in your room.

‘Come back, you haven't finished setting up your account yet!’

You scoffed at your past self. What were you even thinking when you downloaded the app?

You simply turned off the phone before standing up to take a relaxing shower. As the water soaked up your tense body, your mind started wandering off back to the app. A million what-ifs filled your head, nonetheless, there was one that remained the most persistent.

‘What if this can pay for a lawyer?’

Your part-time job surely couldn't, and you had no one to assist you financially speaking. The whole idea of paying that ridiculous membership seemed more tempting as your fingers started getting wrinkly under the showerhead.

You decided to take some time to consider it, after all, you still had a week to give the lawyers an answer.

Hot soup seemed like a good option to comfort you, and thankfully, there was a store right in front of your place that claimed to sell the best soups in town.

It wasn't bad, but not nearly as good as the one your dad cooked when you were a kid. You sighed, wondering if you'd ever be able to eat it again. Just then, a woman about your age came into the shop, carrying a couple of bags where names of popular brands could be read. A pinch of jealousy made your heart stir as you glanced at yourself through the reflection in the glass at your side. You looked devastated, your skin pale and your cheekbones slightly sunken, a sign of the lack of rest and food you'd been getting.

Out of pure impulse, you pulled out your phone, clicked on the app you'd recently downloaded, and finally accepted the charges for a premium membership.

‘Welcome, new member of our wide community, click ok to get started!’

Well, no turning back now.

Right after pressing the blue letters with your thumb, you were presented with a list of potential prospects, some of them including pictures, some of them only including name and a brief description of what they were looking for. The minority included their ages, but most left the space blank.

A bunch of old men looking for a youthful, pretty woman to be by their sides, some of them even went as far as writing the weight and height their ideal partner should have. Of course, there were also some women in the look for young meat, but the number of men overpassed them.

About to exit the app in defeat, a profile caught your eye. His pale pink hair was parted, allowing his thick eyebrows to stand out. His high cheekbones made him look like a statue, the details in his face almost too perfect for a mere human. He must be the incarnation of a Greek God, you thought.

‘Jung Yoonoh. 41 years old. Owner of N & C.’

“Should I...?” You asked yourself in a voice lower than a whisper.

He has probably gotten hundreds of messages, so what would be the point of sending one yourself? Your eyes scanned the picture over and over again as the remains of your soup started getting cold.

He was probably the only acceptable man in the whole app, so why not give it a try?

You already spent five whole dollars on it, might as well make it worth the money.

‘Hi.’ Sent.

“Holy crap.” You breathed out, regretting every single action that led you to take such a stupid decision. “Ah!” You squeaked as three small dots appeared beside his profile picture, signaling he was writing a reply.

What if he rejected you right from the beginning? God, that would be so humiliating. His message stopped your train of thought.

‘Hi!’

Followed by:

‘How are you?’

Sweating like a pig, thank you for asking.

‘Fine. You?’ Read.

‘Thrilled. No one had messaged me since I created my account two weeks ago.’

‘How is that possible?’ You imprinted your thoughts on a message.

‘It’s hard to trust people nowadays. I guess people might think either my picture is photoshopped or I'm lying about my job.’

‘Their loss, ig.’ Read.

He was taking some time to answer. Had you said something inappropriate?

‘Hahaha.’

The conversation stopped there, as you didn't know how exactly to answer his message. But a few minutes later, another text from him popped up at your chat.

‘If you're okay with it, we can start talking about a possible arrangement.’

Already? You've known each other for like five minutes. But then again, arrangements were the whole purpose of the app.

‘Sure.’

‘May I ask your reasons for joining the app?’

‘I need urgent money, but my job doesn't pay nearly enough.’ You omitted the part of your agonizing father, he didn't need to know that. ‘And you?’

‘I need someone to be my partner at public spaces.’

‘Alright.’ Read.

‘Do you happen to have some free time tomorrow at lunchtime? I think it’d be better to meet first before making any decisions.’

‘Yeah, I'm free.’

‘Great, I’ll send you the address.’

You thought a day would be enough to prepare yourself, but time passed by quicker than usual, and soon enough, it was time to get ready for your meeting with Mr. Jung. He was only a few years younger than your father, and calling him by his first name wouldn't feel right.

Unsure if you should wear something formal, you threw on a beige (the color you'd agreed on wearing so it’d be easier to recognize each other) summer dress, pairing it with the gold hoops you'd inherited from your grandma to make it look more elegant.

The hardest part of your routine was makeup. Your sunken cheeks couldn't be covered, and only after a few layers of blush and highlighter, you could bring your skin back to life.

On your way to the cafe, you went through the things you'd say when you met him. It was your chance to get your father what he needed.

You stood at the entrance with wide, scared eyes, shyly scanning through the place to look for your date.

“Melanie?” A hand on your shoulder had you jolting. “I’m Jung Yoonoh, nice to meet you.”

What you saw after turning around was breathtaking. A handsome, healthy man, with the most beautiful pair of dimples.

“Nice to meet you.” You managed to blurt out without stuttering, extending your hand to make the greeting more formal. The fake name didn’t seem necessary anymore. “It’s actually y/n, I didn't want to use my real name.”

“I understand. Let’s take a seat.” He offered with a kind smile.

He left you seating at the terrace while he made your order, a latte, and a chocolate cookie. Your fingers played with your hoops anxiously, trying to regulate your breath.

“They’ll bring our food in just a sec.” He offered a warm smile. “Your dress is pretty.” Yoonoh said out of nowhere.

“Thank you.”

“I see you're not a chatty person.” You were about to object, but he started speaking again. “It's not a bad thing! I usually talk a lot, so it’s a nice way to balance things.”

You nodded, seemingly uncomfortable with the man sitting in front of you.

“So, uhm, this is my first time doing this, so I'm not really sure where to begin.” He pulled out a folded paper from the front pocket of his dressing pants. “It’s a bit creased, but I can always print another one. I brought it so you could take a look and let me know if you wanted to change anything. I don't mean to pressure you, but you said it was urgent, so...”

You read the paper under his attentive gaze, making sure not to miss a single word. Everything seemed correct, except...

“Six months?”

“Is that too much?” A small wrinkle formed between his eyebrows, a sign of deep concentration. “Okay, so let's do this instead.”

He took back the contract, pulling out a pen from the pocket in his dressing shirt to correct the original stipulations.

“Four months, and if by the end of them you don't absolutely hate me, we can extend the time. Deal?”

“Just one more thing.”

You cleared your throat, conscious that your following words might jeopardize the whole arrangement.

“Are you sure you want to make it official already?” You had to stop for a moment as the waiter left your orders on top of the wooden table. “I mean, it's not that I have a problem with it, but it's your money and maybe you'd like to give it a better thought.” You resumed.

“The fact that you're concerned about me proves I'm making the right choice. Now, tell me, how much would you like to receive as a weekly allowance?”

Would it be too reckless to ask him straight up for the $8,000?

“H-how much are you willing to give me?” You felt dirty, accepting a stranger’s money like that.

“Whatever you need.” His hand suddenly reached forward to yours, causing every ounce of blood in your body to rush to your face. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I'm here to help you.” His voice tone dropped, acquiring an almost soothing feeling.

“I need eight thousand by Thursday, next week.” His eyes were wide open, mouth having difficulties remaining closed. “I-I know it's too much, but...”

“I can find a way to give you that money, but I'd like to know the reason why you need it. Just to make sure it's nothing illegal.”

You puffed your cheeks, trying to find an excuse good enough to justify the amount of money you were asking for.

“It isn’t illegal, is it?”

“No!” You retrieved your hand from below his, now embarrassed at the possibility of him having a bad image of you. “I need it for my father.”

“I suppose you don't want to talk about it.” He started at his palm, lips pressed in a thin life. “But when it comes to arrangements like this, we need to trust each other, alright?” You barely knew each other, yet, he demanded to know a very personal detail of your life. Not that he didn't have a good reason for wanting to know, it wasn't a particularly small amount of money.

“He had an accident at work...” You started, fearful of looking up to find pity in his eyes. “I need a lawyer to make his company legally responsible. They intend to throw it under the rug and pay a somewhat decent amount of money to make it go away. The firm I intend to hire is supposedly the best in town, probably my only chance of getting justice.”

“And why don't you just accept it? There's no guarantee that your lawyer will win the case.” You fisted the delicate fabric of your dress, eyes watering as you tried to hold back your anger.

“My father’s life is priceless, and if you think what I'm doing is a waste of money, then fine, we can both look for someone else to help us.” It sounded more aggressive than you'd first intended, but you meant every word that came out of your mouth.

Before you could even stand up, his slim fingers had already wrapped themselves around your wrist.

“I never said that.” He whispered with an almost sad tone. “Come on, sit down.”

He tugged at your arm the slightest, showing off his charming dimples once again.

“I’ll give you the money on one condition...” He raised one of his thick eyebrows. “I’ll go with you to see the lawyer.”

“Why...?”

“That’s my condition, take it or leave it.”

“Okay.”

The days before your meeting with your potential lawyer were nerve-wracking. You'd seen Yoonoh another time to sign the contract, which finally made your arrangement official.

You’d visit your father every day, always hoping he'd be sitting with his arms wide open, ready to hug you. But nothing had changed ever since he first came into that room.

“I’m here to see Mr. Kim.” The secretary's gaze lingered on Jaehyun a few seconds before he finally snapped out of it. “Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Just a second.” He opened his agenda and quickly found your appointment. With a warm smile, he guided you through the corridors of the building, all the way to the elevator. “It’s the only office on the last floor, I'll be at my desk if you need anything.”

Once again, he shot Jae an uneasy glance before the metal doors slid close.

“What was all that?” To be honest, you couldn't care less. But a small chat might calm your nerves and prevent you from throwing up all over the place.

“What do you mean?” He grinned, pressing the button to the top floor.

“You know what I mean.” You scoffed, annoyed at his evasive behavior.

“We just happen to know each other, nothing special.” Before the conversation could continue, a loud ding resonated through the metal cubicle. “Let’s go.” His hand found its place at the small of your back, pushing you towards the glass door. Through it, you could see a black-haired man reading a pile of documents, occasionally raising a photo to examine it with his gold-rimmed glasses supported at the bridge of his elegant nose.

Jaehyun extended his arm over your shoulder to knock on the door, earning an almost annoyed ‘come in’ from the man inside.

“Let’s go.” Once again invading your personal space, he reached for the doorknob with you trapped between his arms.

As soon as the door opened, the man raised his eyes from the documents he was checking.

“What are you doing here, Jung?”

“I knew something was off...” You murmured, loud enough for the man at your side to chuckle.

“I brought you a client, you should be happy.”

“Miss y/n, I suppose. Have a seat.” His demeanor completely changed while speaking directly to you. “I spoke with your aunt last week, she explained the details of the lawsuit, but I must say, it isn't an easy case.”

“I know that, but I've been told you're the best firm in town, I know I'll have more possibilities of winning if you're my lawyer.”

“Best firm in town my ass.”

“Be silent or I’ll kick you out of the building.”

That was enough for Yoonoh to zip his mouth. For a while at least.

“I suppose she also told you about our fee.” He pushed his glasses up using his thumb. “We’d also keep 25% of the lawsuit money assuming we win the case, is that okay with you?”

“Yes-”

“Okay, stop.”

“I’ll call security, Jung.”

“Look at me, y/n.” He squeezed your arms. “This clown is trying to scam you...” He pointed his finger at the lawyer without breaking eye contact. “You’d be spending loads of money for someone who isn't even confident in his abilities. It isn't worth it.”

“And I suppose you'd do better than me, then.” The black-haired man scoffed. “If that's the case, then you can both leave. I'm quite busy at the moment.” With a turn of his wrist, he signaled you to leave the room.

You were fuming, stomping out of the building with Jaehyun right behind you.

“I found a great restaurant nearby, we can go there and-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Calm down-”

“Don’t tell me to calm down when you just fucked up my only chance to give those bastards what they deserve.” The sun was starting to set, yellow light casting shadows over his tender cheeks.

“Can you listen to me for a second?”

“Are you laughing right now?” You bit your lip, hard, trying to hold back the tsunami of tears threatening to come out of your eyes. “Asshole.”

“Ouch.” He furrowed his eyebrows mockingly. Oh, how close you were to punch that pretty face of his. “Can I explain now?”

You remained silent, staring at the ground with the smallest frown between your eyebrows.

“How do you think I know Kim Doyoung?” Before even giving you a chance to answer, he continued. “That son of a bitch has been stealing my clients for ages.”

“Your clients...?”

“He isn't even that good of a lawyer compared to me.” He scoffed with fake arrogance.

“You're a lawyer?!” You slammed your palms into your face, whining at the newly acquired information. “Why didn't you tell me from the beginning?”

“Just wanted to swing by and annoy him a bit. Don't worry, I wasn't gonna let you accept his deal.” He winked playfully.

The sun was now hidden, the sky darkening as the moon rose to take its shift.

“Though I gotta say, I'm kinda offended I wasn't even an option. I'm a pretty great lawyer, you know?”

“Sorry.”

“I’ll forgive you if you join me for dinner. What do you say?”

As you walked into the darkness of the streets, his shoulder occasionally bumping yours, you wondered if meeting him was a casualty. Maybe the world was finally smiling at you.