#mod job circular

[textingtroublesanswers]

(This might be a little tmi for a fun ask blog so feel free to ignore if you don't feel comfortable❤❤❤)

I'm going through the monthly horrors🩸 currently, and I'm hopefully going on a more long form of BC soon so the monthly horrors stop or at least get easier to deal with, but I wanted to ask Lutz, or any other trans mercs on the team; do you still get the horrors or is that something you're able to avoid? Have any of you gotten surgery to avoid the horrors (honestly like a hysterectomy sounds like a dream ngl 😆 is that a surgery medic can do?)

Optionally: Ms. Pauling, how do you deal with the horrors with the kind of work you have to do? Has it ever made a job more difficult than necessary?

-🦖

(Again, no pressure if it's too uncomfortable to answer. All the love❤)

Miss Pauling chuckles awkwardly, "How do I deal with something I don't have? Uh... By not having it?" Her response makes Ludwig & Jane laugh, while Jeremy just scowls.

"Lucky. My ones were so bad before doc took my bits out. And Solly barely even gets any!"

"Pain is weakness leaving the body, Scout! Never forget that!"

Ludwig is still chuckling, "A hot water bottle & some pain killers usually do the job. I also recommend chocolate, you can never get enough of it during 'the horrors', although I do have to admit I haven't had a proper menstrual cycle since I went on hormones in my twenties. Sometimes, if I do get cramps, (since I obviously kept my uterus as can be seen by the fact I have children) I like it when Misha gives me a belly rub. Circular motions, & light pressure, it helps relax the muscle."

Jeremy cuts in, "I heard that doing some physical activity helps with the cramps too. Just... Not with the bleeding."

Jane looks at Jeremy & thinks, "I do drills when it happens! A little pain & bleeding is not an excuse for shirking your duties!"

Miss P turns to Bug, "Hey, Pyro, do you get cramps?"

They look up from sharpening a fire axe, "Sometimes. Vati says it's the hormones, they cause symptoms similar to a period without all the bleeding & stuff."

"Huh... I've never had that before."

"Not everyone does, Fräulein, just like not everyone with a functioning uterus has them be very painful. The range of human physiology is truly fascinating. Even things that we consider universal sometimes have outliers, or are not as common as people seem to believe, hoo hoo!"

"Doc, don't be creepy."

"Sorry..."

Tip from Mod B: ice cream. Ice cream is great, it always makes me feel better when the horrors hit me (like right now.) Chocolate is great, but you can never go wrong with ice cream.

[duckapus]

(5/11/24: edited because I was looking through stuff and realized at some point I'd forgotten to start from 0 when counting the MRUs)

"Emulation is stable. Trinity is online. Drive inserted. Ready to install on your command, sir."

"Proceed."

"Yes director. Uploading mod... now."

"...Upload is progressing smoothly. Time until Activation estimated at 3 minutes."

"Excellent. Hopefully there are no complications."

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Great Sky Island

It's a beautiful morning here among the clouds. The Forest Ostriches graze. The Chu Chus slosh along between the trees in search of prey. The temple's bell chimes, prompting the Steward Constructs to resume their work. And far below, the people of Hyrule stir as well, preparing to go about their days.

None of them have any idea of the madness that is to come.

Far above even the highest Sky Island, a mysterious object appears, hurtling down like a meteorite. As it falls it becomes clear that its current path will bring it down directly on top of the Temple of Time.

Soon enough it arrives with a monumental CRASH, yet the Temple remains intact, with the object simply embedding itself into the flat roof. Said object appears to be a silver flash drive, monolithic in scale, with a strange circular symbol painted in orange on the front. A few moments later, a robotic voice calls out.

"Uploading the latest Spicy Memes."

A wave of blue energy pulses out from the drive, traveling across all of Hyrule in seconds, causing anyone it touches to behave strangely and leaving a variety of bizarre people and creatures in its wake. Not done, lighting arcs out from it, causing the temple itself to glow and then emit beams of light in seemingly random directions. Wherever these beams end, a portal is formed, each with a past version of Hyrule on the other side. One bolt of electricity from the drive happens to graze a nearby fairy, causing it to jitter in place and rapidly shift between various colors while spamming Navi voicelines.

Eventually the light show ends, and the drive's front opens to reveal a man with brown hair and eyes who looks otherwise identical to Link (pre-arm loss) wearing an orange version of the Hero of Time Armor Set.

"Hey, what is up every...body?" he looks around, realizing that he's completely alone, "Uh...anybody home?"

As if in answer, the out-of-control fairy careens into his face, still spouting random voicelines. He's initially freaked out, but quickly gets an idea and ducks back into the clearly-bigger-on-the-inside flash drive, coming back with a video camera and a laptop. Within a few minutes he's filmed the fairy and edited the resulting video into a Carameldansen Rave Meme, which he then uploads to the internet (the digital multiverse's internet. much like SMG8 the technological limitations of living in a medieval fantasy setting prevent him from uploading within his actual universe).

Soon after, a flash of light pulses out from the fairy, and their color settles on a deep blue despite the fact that all of the BotW/TotK fairies are supposed to be pale pink. Their flight has calmed down significantly, and they're not saying random voicelines anymore.

They are, however, still talking...sort of, "WwwOOw tHaAAAAaat zuuUc- IIiiII1!iizzzzthhhhaAat7tmeE33ee?"

"...da fuk."

"HhhOoOolLlLlDddDDiIiIiIiiiIIIIti11111igoO0oddafffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffiIigYYyyiuuuooouuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrthIs outwaitokayisthisrightnotoo f a s t a l m ost got it! Okay, testing, testing, do you read me now?" She still sounds synthetic, but at least now she's coherent.

"...Yeah?" 'the fuck just happened?'

"Sweet. Now, my name's Loni. Who the hell are you and what did your weird-ass ship thing do to me?"

"Oh, I'm MRU1, a Meme Regulation Unit! It's my job to keep the universe stable by posting about all the memes my Command Pod uploaded and protecting... the..." He suddenly goes wide-eyed and runs off, "Oh shit I've gotta find my Anchor!"

Unfortunately, there's a certain problem with that, as he realizes when he reaches the edge of the roof, "Uh...that's a pretty long way down."

"Yep."

"...and it's even further to the actual not-flying ground."

"Sure looks like it."

"...is there like a ladder or..."

"LOL no. Sucks to be you dude."

"goddamnit"

[sh4tt3rg1rl]

first

what exactly is salmon run? Is it like some sort of special event or side quest?

also

which ones are inklings and which ones are octolings?

-mod kumo

Salmon Run is pretty much a gamemode where you fight, maim, kill different kinds of salmon and get rewards for it. It's the most fun gamemode in the game imo and is also regarded as a job in lore SKJDKS

Kumo and Mix are octolings, Kopi and Drunkie are inklings. The easiest way to tell between them is by seeing if the tentacles have their suctions on the inside (inkling) or the outside (octoling) OR to look at their ear shape, triangular (inkling) or circular (octoling), OR to look between their eyes and see if theres a "mask". Inkling has mask, Octoling doesnt

[mcyt-safespace]

Oh, we're so glad y'all are doing okay! If it's alright, our non canon Hermit fictive would like to share a canon call? We are bodily 19 (20 in mid July) and ask that those bodily 18 or older respond via our own ask box, DMs, or Discord (viridianartist_#8372).

Hello there! My name is Viridian, but within our own system, I go by Verna to differentiate between myself and the host (who I split from). I'm a non-canonical Hermit, a part of Season 9, though I also have dual residence over on the Empires S2 server (like Gem does).

I'm a fem presenting nonbinary bunny hybrid. Aside from the brown bunny ears and tail (with light tan spots) along with a bunny-esque nose, I mostly look Mexican? Tan/light brown skin, a mole here and there on my face and arms, as well as large brown eyes. I had circular glasses with a somewhat thin black frame? My hair fell to my shoulders in a dark to light purple ombre. My fashion sense leaned into the Y2K or like 90s fashion? I can't exactly find the words for that at the moment.

I remember Joe Hills had been the one to "find me". I was quite literally minding my own business in my own area of land in the birch forest between his pin ball machine and Doc's Perimeter when Joe came across my house. He took me to the Crastle and left me there for bdubs to eventually serve as the welcoming committee? It didn't happen as planned as King Ren found me first. I can go on in further detail about this encounter if requested.

I was given a job position within the king's court as an assistant/attendant. Most of my tasks were organizing chests or gathering items. When the court eventually dissolved, I believe I worked for bdubs in his coffee shop MUD.

In terms of relationships, I was romantically involved with Rendog (though it grew strained towards the end of his reign as king and restarted during the Hermit/Empires crossover). I may have had a brief fling with bdubs at one point or another, though it could've simply been a work husband/work wife situation? Cleo and Joe Hills were my closest friends, though Cleo moreso wanted to keep an eye on me. Scar, Cub, and them were like friends. Doc was something akin to an older brother/father/uncle to me. Gem was someone I think was also a friend, I can't remember. I know we traveled between Hermitcraft and Empires together. Again, I can go more in-depth if requested.

I'm not sure what else to add other than that during the crossover, I primarily stayed in Sanctuary as that's where I lived when staying in the Empires server. Ren and a few others may have stayed with me in my home there for some time during the crossover, too.

Overall, don't be afraid to reach out with questions. We found a Tango, Mumbo, and Grian but don't mind talking to other ones either. If we need to add more to this, let us know!

!!!!

- mod skep

[disabled-queer-culture-is]

Happy disability pride month mod! You’ve put so many of my feelings into words, thank you. I just want to express my love and gratitude for this blog, and others like it, I’ve been thinking about the past recently and how far we’ve come. (in terms of disability rights and other marginalized peoples rights) There is much more to be done and it’s much harder in some parts of the world, but I’m so so grateful we have our voices being platformed. Im not at all content with where we are, there will always be reason to strive for improvement, but I am also so happy. I am overjoyed that we are speaking, in whatever ways we can, and people (some people) are listening.

I am so thankful.

💖💖💖

For me, the hardest part of disability is trying to convey my emotions and experiences. Language just doesn’t seem to have the words to get across what I’m trying to say, and that leads to me putting in a lot of time to refine my posts and try to make the point easily understandable and remove a lot of my circular rambling. It really makes me happy to hear that I’m doing a good job putting words to the emotions many of us feel!

We’re gonna keep making this world better, no matter how much fighting we have to do for it. Thank you all for existing, your life alone makes it a fight worth fighting.

[farhadunnoor]

Ministry of Defence (MOD) Job Circular 2021

Ministry of Defence (MOD) Job Circular 2021

Ministry of Defence (MoD) Job Circular 2021 has been published in the online job portal also find on my website BD Jobs Careers. The Ministry of Defence (MoD) (Bengali: Protirakha Montronaloya) is a Bangladeshi government ministry. The MoD is headed by the Minister of Defence, a civilian and member of the cabinet; the post is usually held by the Prime Minister of Bangladesh, who also serves as…

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Before Us | one

Titans! Garfield Logan x Female! Reader

Requested by: N/A

Proofread: Mod Kenma did lolol :p

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yI6lkl8itgg

Warnings: Foul Language, mentions of blood (It's in a fight scene lolol), mentions of being mugged (Is that even a warning?? Idk :,p)

Summary: Y/N is struggling with two jobs trying to make ends meet. When she keeps running into trouble at the wrong times, a certain band of heroes begins to recognize that she's just a walking version of bad luck.

Author's Note: This is literally an idea that I had earlier today in my creative writing class and I texted Mod Kenma to see if it was worth writing. If you guys like this, I will most definitely post more chapters and turn this into a really big series! Let me know what you guys think :)

-Love, Mod Shoyo <3

San Francisco. Home of the Golden Gate Bridge and Chinatown. San Francisco was the city with large, amazingly-built skyscrapers, cafes and coffee shops overrun with caffeine addicts. Y/N was common-folk among the main inhabitants of the city. The smell of coffee grounds was fresh in the air as she headed into the Rock the Casbah cafe. As soon as she walked into the building she tied her hair back to keep it out of her face, greeting her coworkers before going to clock in and put her apron on. The cafe was smack dab in the middle of what would be their Times Square, food vendors and small shops on carts surrounding the cafe. It’s early in the morning and the machines haven’t been touched at all this morning. It was only six thirty, the morning coffee buzz wouldn’t start for another thirty minutes.

“Y/N! Would you mind cleaning the tables for me while I restock the syrups?” Matthew shouted from the pantry.

“Sure thing!”

Y/N was tired, drooping eyes as she grabbed the cleaning rag from behind the counter. The gray circular tables were covered in last night’s lemon scented cleaning liquid, she could still smell it. Her face appeared on the table, her distorted face forcing her to choke back a laugh. Her body moved all across the room, wiping down each table and the seats paired with it. As Y/N put the cleaning supplies away, she took her spot behind the counter and counted all of the money that was leftover from last night’s drag. The only people who stopped by the cafe were college students to write their papers for whatever major they had and they just so happened to be the crankiest whenever they were placing their orders. Y/N was thankful every day that she didn’t have the night shift simply because she knew that she’d snap on someone for answering so bluntly.

“Dude, you look like shit,” Matthew chimed from behind her figure. She jumped slightly and gripped at her chest. “Are you hungover?”

Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed Matthew’s shoulder aggressively. “Really? You think I’d drink until I got shitfaced on a Monday night and still come in to work the next day? You disappoint me Matt, you’re better than that.”

The two friends chuckled at their playful banter, snapping into their customer service mode whenever they heard the bell above the entrance jingle. Y/N put on her best smile and greeted the customer at the register. After taking their order, she walked to the back counter and started to assemble the drink as if it were second nature. The woman at the counter seemed like she was in a rush. She was dressed in business casual attire and didn’t dare to look up from the small phone in her hands, her thumbs typing at god-like speeds. Y/N took that as a cue to hurry up and make sure everything was perfect before the lady had another reason to get grumpy and take it out on her.

The same type of people were walking into the cafe for the first two hours of her shift. All men and women dressed to impress and lazily mumbling their order without even making eye contact with her. She learned after her first week working here that it wasn’t anything personal between them. Busy people lead busy lives and sometimes that means that they have no regard for anyone around them, especially when they’re on the clock.

After two hours, the buzz finally started to pick up. The line wasn’t as long as it would’ve been since Matthew decided to man the second register and shorten it. Coffee was being handed out at lightning speed to each customer, quick little ‘Thank you, come again’s’ being vomited out just as fast as the coffee went out. Once the line was gone and the people in the cafe started to talk amongst themselves, Matthew went on break and made a coffee for himself and Y/N. She took the steaming cup in her hands and thanked him.

“So, how’s the boutique going?” Matthew queried, bringing the lid of the cup up to his pursed lips. “I heard that some bigshot detective went in the other day.”

“Yeah, apparently he transferred over here from Gotham City,” Y/N nodded. “Once he said where he was from it all made sense. With how shitty that town is I can understand why he was so monotone and depressed.”

Y/N thought back to two days ago when the detective walked in. Although the boutique mainly sold clothes, if a hole in some clothes needed to be sewn or altered, they were able to do that as well. This detective came in and asked if Y/N could sew a large rip on one of the sleeves of his white button-ups. She didn’t think anything of it at first, but as she thought back to herself, she realized that it must have taken something pretty sharp to make the rip that large. It wasn’t your simple rip from getting caught on a door or kitchen table, this was a rip that someone made in a bad fight. However, it wasn’t her business to make small talk and ask him how the shirt was damaged, she felt like she’d only get lectured if she asked about anything. He did leave her a twenty dollar tip though, that’s probably the only reason she remembered the man.

Once the clock struck two, Y/N removed her apron and let her hair down. As the next two employees walked in for their shift, she and Matthew rid themselves of their uniforms and wished them good luck with the lunch rush.

“Do you have anywhere to be right now?” Matthew queried.

Y/N shook her head. “Nope. You just can’t get enough of me can you?” She teased slightly, watching a smile spread across Matthew’s lips. He rolled his eyes playfully and started to walk the other direction as she giggled and grabbed his wrist.

“I’m just kidding! Where do you wanna go?”

Matthew looked down at her and pressed his lips together. “I mean I’m pretty hungry, wanna go and grab a bite to eat?”

Y/N pondered the offer. She supposed she could grab something to eat before her shift at the boutique started. “Sure, why not! What are you thinking?”

“Hm, you down for Chinese? Chinatown isn’t too far from here,”

Y/N felt her mouth water at the thought of eating some dumplings and lo mein right now. She nodded and walked next to Matthew the entire way over to Chinatown. Their walk wasn’t silent, filled with obnoxious jokes and rants about the customers they served earlier that morning. Y/N roared with laughter at the impression of one of the business men he’d served that morning, laughing at his melancholic expression.

“Bro, that guy just looked like he hated his life!” Matthew explained in between chuckles. Y/N’s stomach burned from how hard she was laughing, her breathing staggered and harsh as she tried to catch her breath.

The marquee for Chef Hung’s towered over all of the smaller restaurants all down the block. A buddha sat in between the words Chef and Hung, smiling down at Y/N and Matthew as if to greet them on their way inside. The second that Matthew opened the door, the smell of sesame oil and soy sauce hung thick and heavy in the air. Y/N hummed deliciously and made her way to the register to order. While Matthew sat down at a booth next to the wall, Y/N finalized their order and thanked the woman behind the register before taking her seat across from her friend.

“What time does your shift start today?”

Y/N pulled out her phone and scrolled through the groupchat’s images to find the schedule for this week. “5:30 to close.” She pointed out on her screen.

“Just be careful on your way home, the crime rate here has been jumping up and a lot more people are getting mugged now.” Matthew warned. “My friend Chris got mugged two nights ago and they roughed him up pretty bad, just keep an eye out.”

Y/N smiled at his kind words and nodded. “Don’t worry, I’m a big girl. I’ll just get ‘em with my pepper spray. Hopefully that’ll work,”

Matthew rolled his eyes. “Yes, because a guy with a gun is totally going to be scared of a short girl all alone holding pepper spray to his face,”

The sarcasm just dripped off his tongue and Y/N pinched his forearm lightly. Before she could make a comment, the food was placed onto their table along with their drinks. Y/N immediately shut up and picked up her chopsticks. She shoved a dumpling into her mouth and groaned as soon as she took her first bite. There was something about Chef Hung and his dumplings. He pan fried them to get the bottoms crispy but steamed the top until the dough was translucent. She could see the ingredients stuffed inside the dumpling and the second her teeth ripped it open all of its contents spilled out onto her tongue. She closed her eyes and chewed slowly, savoring the flavor before swallowing and immediately shoving another in.

After lunch was finished, Matthew and Y/N walked outside the restaurant to part ways. With a quick side hug from Matthew and a ‘See you tomorrow’, Y/N made her way towards her apartment to squeeze in a quick nap before her shift at the boutique. As she passed the cafe, she let her eyes settle on a couple of street performers with a loud crowd around them. It looked like two street dancers dancing along to Finesse by Bruno Mars. Y/N stopped for a second, watching in awe as they did flips and difficult moves so effortlessly. The hat in front of them was overflowing with cash. Must be nice, she wished she could do what they do and make that much money. Whatever amount was in that hat, was probably her salary for the cafe and the boutique combined. With that thought, she turned on her heel and started her journey to her apartment once more.

She doubled back as soon as she made contact with someone’s chest. Apologies oozed out of her mouth as she looked up to be met with a man in black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. It was the detective from the boutique. Her eyes widened and her apologies worsened, the words falling out of her mouth unintentionally.

“Don’t worry about it, it was my fault.” The man spoke up kindly. “Hey, aren’t you the girl who fixed my shirt the other day?”

Y/N let out a sigh of relief and dropped her shoulders. “Yes, I am. How’s the shirt holding up?”

The man smiled. Y/N was taken aback at the sight of his expression, most of the people that came from Gotham weren’t typically the smiling type. However, she disregarded it considering that it was something pleasant to see and made her comfortable.

“It’s great! I actually wanted to see if you had a business card or something so I can take it to you again if anything else happens to my clothes,”

Her eyes widened with surprise and she stumbled with her words. The detective chuckled softly and watched her fumble in her purse for one of her cards. “I’d be glad to patch up anything else you might need! My number is on there as well as my business email in case you need to get in touch with me!”

The man before her took the card gently and placed it in his wallet, thanking her for the information. “Thanks.”

And just like that he was gone. Y/N stood in her spot for a couple of minutes, replaying the interaction over in her head before shaking the thought out of her mind and heading back to her apartment. Her building came into view and her body instinctively walked through the doors, greeting the clerk at the front desk on her way over to the elevator. The elevator ride was silent, only the soft music playing over the speaker and the sound of the ding each time she went up a floor. Finally, her front door was before her and she pushed it open, locking it behind her before throwing her things onto the floor carelessly. She made a beeline for her bedroom and made sure her alarm was set before flopping onto her bed and shutting her eyes.

When her alarm went off two hours later, she could see that it was already starting to get darker outside. With daylight savings, San Fran started to get dark at around 4:30, then went completely black at about 6:30. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, walking into the bathroom to touch up her makeup and brush her teeth to get rid of the dumpling breath she had from earlier. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror and a look of disgust spread over her face. She turned and walked back into her bedroom, spraying some perfume and reapplying deodorant before heading out the door for the second and last time tonight. The boutique was actually fun to work at. In her opinion, she liked how quiet it was and although it wasn’t too busy most of the time, she was always glad to help out a customer with picking outfits for special occasions, helping a teenage girl find a style that she felt comfortable in, and even patching up shirts for grumpy detectives.

The second Y/N walked into the boutique, her coworker Julia greeted her enthusiastically. Y/N smiled brightly and waved at her, walking behind the counter to give her a hug. “I already set up for the most part and picked up. We can just chill behind here until we get a customer,”

Y/N nodded and set her stuff down, hoisting herself up onto the counter to rest her legs. “So, what’s up with that detective that walked in two nights ago? He was a cutie,” Julia nudged Y/N’s thigh with her elbow suggestively. Y/N rolled her eyes with a giggle and brushed off the comment.

“Nothing, I actually ran into him earlier today and he asked for my business card, so I thought that was pretty cool!”

Julia’s eyes widened and a soft gasp left her lips. “How the hell did you just run into him? Isn’t he supposed to be busy doing detective things? Like paperwork or something?”

“I don’t know!” Y/N scoffed. “It’s none of my business anyway, he just asked for it so I gave it to him!”

Julia squinted her eyes and joined Y/N on the counter. Their shoulders were pressed together and Julia’s hands gripped the end of the counter with a soft grip. “Oh come on, you cannot tell me that you don’t find him the slightest bit attractive,”

A snort left Y/N’s lips at Julia’s comment and filled up the silence in the store. “I mean sure, he’s

good looking, I don’t know what else you want from me Jules,”

The two girls burst into a fit of giggles, continuing their gossip as their shift went on. Once it was closing time, a total of seven customers had given them business. That was actually pretty good for how slow the boutique normally was, but to most businesses it would’ve been a slow day for revenue. Julia and Y/N took inventory of the store and rearranged all of the racks, making sure that the clothes were placed into the right spot before walking out the entrance and locking up for the night.

“Bye Y/N! Get home safely!”

Y/N waved goodbye to Julia before walking in the opposite direction as her. Her legs were tired

and her posture wasn’t the greatest. Exhaustion wasn’t even half of what she felt right now. She felt like she could fall asleep standing in the middle of the road right now. As the blanket of black covered the once blue sky, the streets were littered with twinkling lights and the street lamps were on. The light chatter of people standing outside of bars and restaurants littered the streets, along with the sounds of passing cars. As Y/N walked past the area where the street dancers were earlier today, a hand gripped onto her arm tightly and yanked her into a nearby alley. A harsh yelp fell from her lips as she was pushed against the brick wall behind her.

“How much do you got,” The assailant’s gruff voice snarled.

Y/N was speechless, shakily reaching into her purse for her pepper spray. The man in front of her gripped her arm tighter and made her wince in pain. She let out a choked gasp and flipped the small knob at the top of her pepper spray to open the nozzle. Her thumb rested on top of the pink bottle, waiting for the right moment to quickly whip it out and push.

“Get the hell off of her,” A deep voice spoke out of the shadows.

The man holding her turned at the sound of the voice, his head bobbing in all directions to find the source of the noise. His body pushed off of her as he pulled his pocket knife out of his pocket. “Who the hell said that,”

Y/N looked up to see a man standing on top of one of the buildings next to the alley. She craned

her neck to see him jump down and land on top of one of the closed dumpsters. Her breathing was heavy, she attempted to hold her breath but failed miserably. She squinted her eyes and noticed something gleaming on the man under the moonlight. It looked like something on his chest and something hanging from his belt were shining. Y/N was so confused but she didn’t dare make a run for it in fear for her life.

“Ah, looks like little Robin travelled a long way to come save lives, don’t you think?” The thief chuckled. “Where’s your daddy Batman? Huh?”

Robin? Like Batman and Robin? The Robin? Y/N couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The second her hero walked into the light, she was able to confirm that it was indeed Robin that had come to save her. In the blink of an eye, Robin threw a punch directly at the guy attempting to mug her. She stood with her back and palms against the wall, too astonished to move. The more she watched them fight, the more she felt bad for the guy who even dared to pick a fight with Robin. He was throwing punches so hard at him she wondered how the guy’s head didn’t fly off yet. The man swung blindly at Robin, swinging his knife from side to side in an attempt to lay a scratch on him.

“A knife to a fist fight? Come on, you gotta fight fair,” Robin scoffed before laying another punch right onto the guy’s nose.

Blood poured from his nostrils and dripped onto the floor. A loud groan fell from his lips as he clamped his hands over his nose. For sure he had broken it, there’s no way that amount of force didn’t break it. Y/N watched with wide eyes as the man fell to the floor and got kicked in the side to get subdued. Robin looked up at Y/N and walked towards her.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He questioned, his eyes scanning her body for any wounds or signs of bruises.

“N-no! I’m fine. Thank you so much,” Y/N stammered, closing her pepper spray and lifting her hand out of her purse.

“If you want, you can go ahead and file a police report on this guy, either way i’m going to take him to the station. It’s up to you,”

Y/N nodded and gulped back the lump in her throat. “Okay, I’ll do that. Thank you again, Robin.” The hero nodded and sent her on her way, turning back over to the guy and lifting him up onto his feet.

The second Y/N turned the corner she started sprinting to her apartment, her breathing unstable as she let her still shaking legs carry her all the way to her building. Once she was in the comfort of her own home, she threw herself onto her couch and attempted to catch her breath. She really almost got mugged, and not only that, but Robin saved her.

Back at the police station, Robin shoved the mugger through the door and let him fall flat on his face. The officers in the department looked up and immediately recognized the Boy Wonder, then shifted their gaze to the man on the floor.

“He was in the alley on twelfth and tried to mug a girl. Do whatever with him.”

As Dick walked out of the station, he found his way back into the shadows and managed to pull himself onto another rooftop. He let out a harsh sigh and looked down into the streets, watching the pedestrians walking by.

“Fuck Batman.”

[thedrown]

BNHA OC- Kai Ten

Name: Ten, Kai Age: 17 Gender: Male Nationality: Ryukyuan Course: Dropout Quirk: Orbital Vigilante Name: Inertia

 Made a new character albeit a vigilante this time! His quirk “Orbital” is a curious but simple one.  Upon physical contact with a person or object, Kai can propel himself in a circular motion around the touched object gradually gaining speed and momentum as they move. While he can only apply this effect to a single object/person at a time, Kai can add foreign objects into the active “orbit” and adjust their trajectory upon introduction. Once an object is introduced into orbit however, they cannot be controlled or adjusted upon release. Backstory below!

 Kai is an ever lethargic dropout somewhere in between down on his luck and boringly stable. He had an unremarkable life and with his quirk’s lack of clear use or strength it had never even been a prospect of his to become a hero because frankly, how far could he go? No funds, no friends, and estranged from family, he set about doing odd jobs in the city from shoe shining to soliciting to get some pocket change enough for a sandwich to give him some energy throughout the day. He currently is set up as an unpaid apprentice in an auto shop which mostly entails running errands or doing coffee runs with his actual training in car repair being minimal, with a catch however...  As per his luck, this particular garage functions as a chop shop under the radar and the only mechanical work Kai was taught was how to rig cars for illicit purposes from illegal mods to “cleaning” stolen vehicles to pawn off. Unsurprisingly this trade brought the crew into occasional conflict with other small-time gangs in the area and in an effort to evade responsibility, the boss makes Kai do all the confrontational work given his unpaid status means he’s not “technically” part of their group. When push comes to shove and a more… physical message needs to be conveyed, he packs his suitcase full of tools and junk and sets off to get pummeled. While not a terribly skilled fighter, his quirk makes it such that he can at least make it easier to avoid hits and in the process nail people over the head with a pipe or other random items he carries on his person. This ironically makes Kai’s criminal exploits something of vigilante work as his inner feelings of unease over the scenarios he’s put in leaves him often anonymously reporting his fights to the police before fleeing the scene out of some sense of guilt for his thuggery.

 Ultimately what Kai wants most is simply a better line of work and to have a big meal at a nice restaurant. He feels his lackluster quirk could have plenty of uses in work beyond odd jobs yet is unlikely to leave what little stability he currently has, even if it’s in the form of vending machine sandwiches.

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Your Mark

For anon who asked:  what if reader gets the tattoos on their fingers right as BH leaves for the Games, and when they come back, the tatts are healed and they get really excited and spend a solid amount of time just holding reader's hands delicately and softly tracing the runes and notices one of their fingers not-so-subtly reads 'prey'?

You made it correct and horny so u get the Treat. Although no rune nor symbolism exists for ‘prey’ that would be in the nordic branch, HOWEVER I did improvise and added a lil treat that leans into their Paganism AND their breeding kink. Bone apple teet!

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Bloodhound/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gn and ambiguous so no specified parts, however oral is performed on them, Bloodhound headcanons + their body mods mentioned ofc, tattooing your own body to mark yourself as Theirs, aaaand a bit of primal play/ d/s stuff! And an implied breeding kink bc it’s Hound.

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It was a surprise.  

You’d been excited—well, not excited for Bloodhound to leave your shared little home on Talos, no, but you’d been excited to be able to schedule the appointment with the tattoo artist. You’d done it under their nose, normally telling Bloodhound about things that excited you, it had been so painful to be so giddy and to see them curious. They had wrapped their arms around you the day before, kissing your forehead once you leant down for them to do so and questioned you with a soft, dimpled smile of, “My love, what has you so excitable recently? Do you wish for me to leave so badly?”  

It had been a tease, but you’d quickly yelped out, “Of course not! I just...have a surprise for you when you come home, that’s all, baby.” To which they’d raised their brows, curiously backing you up against the wall and crooned in your ear that they had ways of making you talk. Despite your flush, you were firm that you wanted to keep it a surprise, and they respected that with a playful pout to their expression.  

When they had left that morning, you had kissed them goodbye and let them rest your foreheads together. They murmured to themself before calling for Muninn to follow, whilst Arthur stayed behind with you and happily crooned. Because he knew he got to get babied while they were away for the month.  

~Rest under the cut~

The bot that had worked on your skin had done a beautiful job, and you’d been careful about the healing process. Diligently keeping moisturized and wrapping your hands up, although it was a touch difficult when it came time to harvest the vegetables and fruits outside in the garden. Your little  two-story  cottage in the middle of the woods was always such a comfort with the bugs humming and Arthur’s familiar croaking overhead or nearby.  

At the end of the month, hiatus hits for the week. And your love you had seen participating in the bloody sport of the Apex games would return to you that day. You were excited, all healed up and taking the time to clean up around the house. Making sure that the stack of furs and quilts were returned to the bed so Bloodhound would not freeze at night. Your poor puppy, always so cold no matter how warm it was outside. But they weren’t a ‘poor puppy’ when they were sticking their cold fingers against your back at night.  

The first signal of their return is Muninn’s much softer croaking. Her voice lower and gentler as you see her land from the window on her perch on the porch. The season made the outside look beautiful in oranges and browns of Autumn’s return, and why you yourself had bundled into sweatpants and a comfortable, large black hoodie with the little Apex symbol over the left breast. Thieved from Hound’s closet.  

Your beloved comes dressed in civilian clothing through the path in the woods. Their fiery red, kinky tight curls pulled up into a ponytail to reveal the shaved underside of their head and their various ear piercings. A lower black face mask with white sharp teeth on the front like a demonic mouth and their red lensed, large circular glasses rest on their nose. They come bundled in a large jacket with a fur collar, tactical pants, gloves, and boots. Clearly trying to burrow under the neck of their jacket from the chilled air.  

When you step outside to greet them, you note the quicker pep in their step to reach you. They’re a bit shorter than you, something that always delighted you, even more so when they scoop you up by your waist and twirl you once in front of the door. “I have missed you greatly.” They practically croon out, allowing you to guide them inside where it would be much warmer.  

From there you let them settle in. Their boots and mask coming off, instantly seeking out a kiss from you that you grant, cupping their chilly cheeks with your warm hands and hearing them hum in appreciation. And as always, they reach up to gently grab your hand, turning their face to kiss your palm affectionately. Moving your hand so they could kiss your knuckles, only to pause.  

You can’t stop the big grin on your face as you announce, “Surprise!!! This is your surprise- I know it’s probably not like. You know, a gift or anything but uh- I wanted to get something that made me think of you.” Their eyes flicker up to you, this warm expression behind their red lenses. Bloodhound’s full lips quirk upwards, taking both your hands now to inspect the black inked tattoos across the backs of your hands. “I just thought it’d be...you know, uh, kind of romantic if I had your markings on me. All the time?”  

Bloodhound- you knew they were sappy in their heart, always so fond of affection- they can’t help but smile brightly now. Showing off their double canines as they look at each rune. You had been careful on your research. Strength on your thumbs, protection on your indexes, blessings on your middles as a quiet joke. But then on your ring fingers, you had Bloodhound’s eye, the symbol they used in the arena and as a symbol of marking you. But on your pinkies? You had an outline of a rabbit for prey, with a small rune in the center of each for Fertility.  

Those last two you finger their thumb brushing over the most. Quietly holding one of your hands and looking over the runes and how your fingers have matching stripes going above and below each knuckle. The artist did a wonderful job, you were very happy with the outcome.  

 “Are you tired, puppy? I know your trek must have been long, especially in the cold.” You murmur softly, raising your free hand to tuck a few loose curls behind their ear. The gesture makes Bloodhound’s eyes raise from your hand, their thumb smoothing over your pinky’s knuckle idly.  

“I am not any longer. Not when you have shown that you have permanently marked your body like this,” Bloodhound’s voice is lower, their eyes dropping to make a point of lifting your hand to kiss your ring and pinky knuckles. “How am I to keep myself from you now?”  

“Who said you had to?” You can’t help but reply with a breathy little laugh in your throat. Dizzy from how hungrily they look at you.   

“Is that an invitation, my love?”  

“Always.”  

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That’s how you end up in bed with them. Them stripped down to their pants, socks, and low-necked t-shirt, you completely undressed and your thighs on either side of their head. Your fingers rest in their curls, curling in at the roots to tug their head where you wanted their mouth most. They offer it to you without much fight, mindful of their sharp canines when they part their lips and take you in again and again and making you shake with your third orgasm.  

Bloodhound swallows and licks you through it with their split tongue, each dual drag and the bump of their piercings making you twitch and whimper. But every time you try to get up, their nails press into your thighs and their strong arms hold you right in place. This time when you try to pull yourself back up with soft whimpers of, “Please, please- I can’t- Hound, baby, it’s t-too much-” They pull their mouth from you, pressing hungry kisses to your inner thighs instead.  

“You are not done until I am done. Are you not my gift, beloved? My little prey to do with as I please?” Their voice is dangerous, their good eye, golden and bright looking up at you with their pupil blown wide and hungry. You sob out, spreading your legs further with a terrible tremble to your body and watch as that devilish mouth curls into a satisfied smirk. “Good. Stay still for me.”  

Before their mouth licks you up again, sealing their mouth back around you and making you keen in overstimulation.  

Perhaps they liked their surprise a little too much.  

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🔍 anon asked: Hey Keigo, is it possible to request some 200×200 circular or square icons with Izuru Kamukura and with some non-binary, grayasexual/grayace, and grayaromantic/grayaro pride, please? Amazing job on the LBGT+ pride Shuichi icons, by the way!

Note; also im glad you liked the pride shuichi icons

- Mod Keigo

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🔗💀Linked Souls

in the Digital Cabaret’s lobby

All four of the Mystery Skulls investigators found themselves in a calmly lit room with skull decor. It was quaint to say the least. There were also musical instruments like guitars and old fashion keyboards on the walls as well like it was a recording studio. All of them were laying on the same large circular sofa with two tables.

Lewis: What… The hell… just happened…? Guys?

Vivi: Just a few more minutes okay Lew. I swear… mar 

Vivi rolled back sleeping with her plush turtle that she kept in her backpack before they headed out.

Arthur: (yawn) Can you keep it down… Whoa OH HOLY SHIT! Where are we guys? This can’t get any weirder man.

Mystery: *soft barking* (I must keep a low profile for now. I have a feeling that we’re not… in our world anymore. I sense four none hostile souls and least one that’s harbors some justifiable apprehension towards us.)

Lewis is the only one who could hear Mystery via supernatural telepathy.

Lewis: Huh? I hear voices from outside… 

Lewis along with Mystery and Arthur put their heads on the double doors to listen in.

Teenage Male Voice: I don’t know if this is a good Idea Doc. They seem sketchy as hell if you ask me. Especially the ghost rider reject in particular.

Calm Female Voice: I’m sure hun, my tombsona can since people’s intentions right away. They seem to be looking for someone or something whom was involved with the murder of the young man in the suit who has become a ghost. It’s all I could glean however. But the dog though.. is odd… He’s not a threat to us but that might not be his true form.

Suave German Voice: He could be a lycan… What? It’s possible since that ghost is particularly one that still has his body. 

 Mystery: *tilts his head* (A lycan? As in a werewolf? He also knows that Lewis is a special case as well.)

Softer Male Voice: … 

Strangely Familiar Voice: What’s that Armstrong? You think that we should meet them one by one? Maybe 2 by 2 would work better. I would rather meet them later… I’m still having a hard time processing this whole situation. I just woke up after all.

Lewis: Wait?… Is that the? (Is that the guy singing in that weird dream from earlier? Could it be that comatose guy who was begging for help? It’s modulated a bit but it’s that voice I heard. I just know it.)

Mystery: whimper (Lewis? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. You know that voice?)

Lewis: Uhh… I could’ve sworn I heard his voice before. (he said softly)

Calm Female Voice: Don’t worry cher. We’ll go first. Come on Rust since you’ve been itching to meet them.

All three backed up from the door so they wouldn’t get hit.

Teenage Male Voice: WHAT!? Why the hell me? Why not Tesla, Armstrong, or even your… Hey don’t give me that look. Dammit okay fine… let’s meet them already. (mumbles in Spanish)

Lewis: Tch… (Yeah you’re already gonna be a pain in the ass from the get go. Must be a high schooler or somethin’.)

Strangely Familiar Voice: Wait! I changed my mind. I’m very curious about these people from another universe.

The double doors open and two individuals come out. One was a woman who had discolored blue skin with glowing neon blue paint. And she had flowing hair that acted like willow wisps. She also had the attire of a stage magician with some witch doctor elements. The most noteworthy thing about her was the navy blue mask with glowing cyan eyes and outlines that took up most of the top portion of her face. She could even be mistaken for a ghost like Lewis. 

Vivi: OMG, she’s… so… cool! Oh man I wish I had that classy outfit she’s wearing. I could match with Lewis for once.

Mystery: *tilting his head groaning* (She’s certainly someone Vivi and Lewis could get along with very well. Maybe she patched us up from that elevator.)

Doc: My name is Doc or you could call me Ms. Doc for convenience. I’m the drummer for The Living Tombstone. Next to me is zero_one. He’s our keyboardist and composer. He also does the vocals as well.

The other individual was a tall svelte man who was shorter than Lewis but slightly taller than Arthur.  He looked like he was wearing a skin tight jump suit with yellow circuit lines with an orange fade to them. In the center of his torso is a rectangle that looks like a microchip with a heart beat indicator. He also was wearing a helmet that had a plume of golden orange hair made out of plasma and a pair of headphones. But what really caught Lewis’s attention was the LED skull with a bolt shaped crack on the right. He recognizes him as that guy from that dream he while he was passed out on that mining elevator. Almost immediately both of them blurted out…

Lewis & zero_one in unison : Do I know you from somewhere? But how?

Lewis : Hold up… Um Hey… (Aw man this shit just got weird already.)

zero_one : Uh… Hi there… (Oh… awkward.)

Arthur: Welp… This just got awkward and weird fast. What is going on here man? You recognize the dude with the mohawk?

Lewis : It’s a… 

Rust: Oh that does it… I’m going in. What flying fu…. oh… This is already got a weird vibe. Who the hell are you people anyway? AND You… yes you the ghost rider reject how do you recognize our front man hah?

Lewis : growls (Great another asshole with a green motif. But he’s some kind of punk who’s just got outta high school). 

sigh (trying to contain his anger) I’m not sure, I just seen someone like him that’s all…

Stoping the young man in biker attire with the green skull mask from lunging at Lewis was a slightly older gentleman who’s color scheme was similar to Lewis’s. He had the attire of a mad scientist with a winter hat.

Tesla: Can you not be hasty Rust for just a moment. They are not a threat to us remember. Herr Geist (german : Mr. Ghost) I still have so many questions. How did you find the elevator to this universe?

Lewis : Umm… (Who the hell is this guy? He looks like he just stepped out of an anime or a game or something.)

Long story short but it may sound batshit crazy ; we were chasin’ a dismembered gang green arm with a single black eye. Did ya’ll see him.

Rust: uhh… what? What kinda story is that? You must be tripping on something really strong to come up with that.

Behind the slightly befuddled young man in the green was a larger skull faced man with a burnt space suit who’s glowing red. He looks like he’s trying to calm things down before a fight breaks out between Lewis and Rust. 

Armstrong : … signing (I believe we all need to calm down first before we get our stories out there. I’m Armstrong gentlemen, lady, and… dog. You hail from another universe?)

Lewis : Huh… good point sir. (Why do I know what he’s saying even though I don’t know sign language. This shit really couldn’t get any weirder.)

Lewis then gives a paraphrased version of what Armstrong was saying to rest of the Mystery Skulls gang. Doc explained that Armstrong has tinnitus but can still play the guitar very well despite that. His tomesona can also give some form of synesthesia to compensate for his hearing loss.

Rust: (shakes his head in disbelief) Fine whatever. Names Rust, don’t ya’ll forget it. I do the vocals and rap.

Tesla: Guten Tag, my name is Tesla Herr Geist, Chicken with Mechanical Arm, Mysterious Dog, and Liebshen.

Lewis : *groan of frustration* (Oh that’s effing lovely. He better be usin’ that word as a term of endearment and not trying to flirt with her. But at least he isn’t an annoying little punk like the green one.)

Vivi: Oh how rude of us not to introduce ourselves. We are the Mystery Skulls ; we’re paranormal investigators. I’m Vivi Yukino, I’m the researcher of the group. But my day job is at a used comic book shop called TomeTomb. Oh I also know how to play electric guitar.

Tesla: Oh is that right Liebshen? Very nice indeed.

Armstrong : … (puts both of his thumbs up for approval and nodding)

Doc: Huh, TomeTomb(soft chuckle) what an interesting name. And you are young man?

Arthur: I’m Arthur Kingsmen, I’m just the mechanic of the group and I’m not as interested with this paranormal crap as much as Lewis and Vivi. And I work with my uncle Lance at his auto repair shop called Kingsmen repair. Also I play keyboard and actually own three keytars as well (he said proudly). Ha they almost costed me an arm… and a… (nervous chuckle). Yeah, the arm is a different story though. (he said sheepishly scratching his head.)

Rust: Well it must have… literately. Holy shit man, three of them? Talk about overkill.

Lewis could see zero_one light up like a kid in a candy store as soon as Arthur mentioned his keytars. He could feel this feeling radiating in the core of his locket ; its joy. He then sees zero_one approach Arthur like someone who was reunited with a long lost sibling.

zero_one : Three keytars? (in rapid secession) What brand are they? How did you get them? What year were they made? Do you have any pictures of them? 

Arthur: (he had a smile that the rest of the Mystery Skulls gang haven’t seen in months) Really? I have a 1980s Casio, a late 90s Korg, and an early 2000s Yamaha. I had some connections back then and I usually find them used online even though they were still…kinda expensive. And yeah I have pictures of them on my phone, you can come and look if you want.

The Orange-Yellow color coded duo sat next to each other like they just got a new hand held game and rambled on and on about mods and midi plug ins for keytars for a good 20 minutes. Lewis wished that he didn’t go into that cave in the first place. The relationship between Arthur and zero_one was not just like two long lost brothers but it was like his friendship with Arthur before this whole third wheel and ghost thing ever came about. Lewis felt a small pang of guilt before getting interrupted with a question.

Lewis : sigh… (At least Arthur is feelin’ better already after all the shit I put him through. Maybe comin’ here isn’t going to be that bad after all. Just Maybe…)

Rust: Who’s the dog though? Gotta say though he kinda looks badass with the red and black.

Mystery: *shrugs in embarrassment* (Yabai. (Japanese: Oh Crap.) Maybe I shouldn’t show my true form now, maybe wait til they are ready or Vivi or Lewis mention it.)

Vivi: Oh his name is Mystery. He’s our mascot, sorta. I know he isn’t a ghost like my boyfriend over here.

Tesla: Boyfriend ha… Oh well, but you could do so much better then…

Doc: Tesla stop. Lewis is Vivi’s beau, just leave it be. There are other women you know…

Tesla: Uhh. Gut, I’m a man of honor.

Lewis : (Oh sure you are hat guy.) 

Okay then, I’m Lewis Pepper and I’m more the guy who handles the heavy equipment in our paranormal investigations. My day job is waiter and chef at my adopted family’s restaurant “Pepper Paradiso”. I also play violin and I am a train vocalist.

Rust: Oh… really? Come on zero_one, me and you, let’s nock this amateur down a peg or two.

zero_one : You’re kind of putting me on the spot here Rust. Lewis did say he was trained, maybe you should’ve not called him that.

Lewis : (narrows his eyes) (Oh, I’ll knock this Rust punk down a peg or two.)

 Oh really Rust. Alright I’m game but just you and me. Mono a mono. Let the best vocalist wi…. huh?

Then a feeling comes over both Lewis and zero_one that made both of them and harmonize a beautiful arpeggio that brings all the room in awe. Rust was drowned out by both of them because he was just as shocked as everyone else in the lobby.

Doc: Oh honey, both of ya’ll voices are like two angels. And you thought he was an amateur Rust?

Rust: Well, damn I’ll admit it, you and zero_one won on this one. For now.

Armstrong : … signing 

zero_one : interpreting for Armstrong : Well since the introductions are out of the way, I believe you said something about a dismembered arm earlier. Is that the reason why you stumbled into our universe?

Lewis : Well yeah, it said it lead us into a trap or some shit like that. It was also working with someone or something else that wanted to do all of us in. 

* Loud Alarm *

A I Voice: Warning security breach detected. / Subject identified as a green dismembered arm that has already made entry into timeline v. / prerecorded transmission from the multi-universal edge by Helvetica. 

Helvetica: Something has just breached the reality layline. Sending distress signal to prime universe about Null’s escape. Butterfly effect radiating towards other divergent TLT timelines. Three inter-universal ones from the prime timeline. At least three no… it’s five from the universe MSA (Mystery Skulls universe). I’m making my way to timeline v as soon as possible. End of Transmission.

Lewis : Welp… I can see things have gone to shit already. At least we know where it is now. Might as well go looking for it but we’re do we even freakin’ start huh?

Tesla: I’ll get to the bottom of this, I promise you. My prime self told me about this Null character but… what is it doing at this time period I wonder? Poor fraulein Helvetica sounds like she can’t handle this on her own. She might be proto_type’s student but even a student needs some extra help. We should worry about the four ones from our universe first before the one’s from our visitor’s universe.

zero_one : Wait? There are people from Lewis’s universe that crossed over to this universe too? What’s going on here?

Tesla: It’s most likely a butterfly effect like the distress called mentioned. Oh I believe we already have a lead or two, that’s gut. Really gut.

A I Voice: First sightings found downtown at High May’s Junior, Le Macabre Dance club, and Toriyama’s School for the Arts.

They decide to split up into teams to not only look for the possessed arm but for at least three people from the prime timeline in TLT’s universe.

 Mystery, Tesla, and Vivi are going to that Toriyama Art school in Japan since Vivi is fluent in Japanese. Lewis is thankful that Mystery is with her if Tesla tries anything.

Arthur, Rust, and Doc decide head to that Le Macabre Dance club which is in Puerto Rico. Rust apparently knows his way around there.

While Armstrong, Lewis and zero_one head towards a popular hot spot on San Francisco’s Yvette district; more specifically a hole in the wall bar known as High May’s Jr. Lewis decides to go there alone since he can change his form at will unlike Armstrong or zero_one but has agreed to meet up with them later once they found whom ever they are looking for. Armstrong thinks he’s way too conspicuous to be seen in public and decides to rendezvous with this Helvetica woman who made that distress call earlier along with zero_one.

End of Transmission

Lewis :  Well. I still have my ID and all. But I don’t think it’ll matter all that much. I swear this whole thing with timelines , butterfly effect and shit makes me feel like I’m in a very anime video game. Was something like Blaze blue or whatever? Or someone’s fanfic… Umm… Nah, that’s fu_king bonkers.

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but they’re one and the same

Nureyev is a man of contradictions, Juno realises when he sees how he interacts with children in a situation all too familiar

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When Nureyev had told Juno how amazing it was to see new planets practically every week, to never stay in the same place, to experience the uniqueness of every corner of the galaxy, he hadn’t believed it, not really. It had felt like something a character in a stream or a novel would say, and you could trust that they believed it but it would never be true for you, not in the world you lived in.

Juno thought he knew all planets were the same, at their core. If people never changed, how could the surfaces they walked on? He’d assumed the solar system was just eight and change repetitions of the same rotten system he’d seen on Mars, people either hurting others or getting hurt themselves. Heartbroken cities with paint over the cracks, a nice neat circle around the people who had money and the people that didn’t you could read in the amount of parks and unbroken windows.

And he’d been right, to a certain extent. But he’d realised, as a bona fide member of the Carte Blanche, that both could be true. A crowd of impossible things that didn’t seem to go together could all actually be true, he’d found.

Nureyev would always say that his favourite planet was whichever one they were currently on. So right now it would be Saturn, second largest in the system, with it’s beautiful pale blue sky with its layers and layers of billowing, translucent clouds, streaked with those ever present rings, like giant parenthesis around the whole thing. Only a fraction of the planet was habitable, most of it being clouds that solidified and thickened as you moved further in, making glancing up feel like being at the bottom of an immense, white well.

The markets of Saturn’s surface were famous, Nureyev told him, because where other planets had modernised from the early settlers and shifted to brick and stone and metal storefronts, Saturn had kept it’s stalls of wood and flowing silk in a hundred different colours. It was for the aesthetics, apparently, to mirror the bazaars and souks you could have found on Earth centuries ago, to remind them that they hadn’t come all that far from home.

But this wouldn’t look much like the history books, Juno thought. The bones of it were there in the fluttering, colourful hangings and the wares laid out on woven blankets. But he doubted that twentieth century Earth had shifting holograms projected in the air to entice customers, stalls selling spaceship parts and AI downloads and cybernetics or food stalls with fruit from half a galaxy away. And he doubted the stray cats looked at you with quite so many eyes.

But it was beautiful and it was alive. About ten songs from ten different buskers swirled together in the air, meeting in a strangely non-cacophonous melody. Juno could smell spice and honey and herbs he couldn’t even name, he heard voices in dialects he didn’t know and fashions he could barely wrap his head around. It was all just noise and colour and bodies, bright and beautiful in ways he hadn’t encountered yet, things he’d spent so much of his life being unable to see.

It helped when his hand was in Peter Nureyev’s. They had a day off while their latest haul was sold, what Buddy jokingly called their shore leave, and all week Nureyev had eagerly been talking about this one particular stall that made the best honey cakes in the galaxy. Juno had been surprised his refined, wine connoisseur husband even entertained the idea of street food but he apparently had a must visit on every planet and wanted to watch Juno’s face while he tried each one for the first time.

Juno was more than happy to go along with whatever he wanted. His smile hadn’t slipped once from his face since he’d woken up that morning, he was comfortable and content and being eagerly pulled through this colourful new world by the man he loved. He would have ran to any one of Saturn’s eighty two moons if Nureyev had asked him of it.

They finally found the stall he was after, a tiny one that was little more than a blanket and a small awning covered in red silk, hemmed in by much bigger and flashier ones. It was manned by an elderly person who Nureyev tipped double for two paper cartons of small, circular cakes dipped in translucent gold.

“Okay, okay,” Nureyev grinned, spearing one on a tiny wooden fork once they’d collapsed onto a bench, “Close your eye.”

Juno chuckled, “Babe, come on, I’m starving! I didn’t have any breakfast cos you said we were going to eat our weight in these things.”

“Please?” he put on a playful pout and batted his eyelashes, stretching out the word, “Just for the first one. It’s worth it, I promise.”

Never having had any intention of saying no, Juno closed his eye and dropped his jaw for Nureyev to feed him the cake, imagining how it would taste better on his lips when he kissed him.

It was five seconds before he realised he’d been waiting a little too long.

“Uh...babe?” he prompted to no response but the background noise of the market.

Finally he opened his eye, seeing he was suddenly alone on the bench. For a split second that felt like an eternity, Juno scanned the crowds around them in a panic. Their last job seemed to have gone smoothly but what if it hadn’t, what it they’d left something or someone had caught wind of it and Dark Matters or a rival group had taken Nureyev in that moment his eye had been off him.

Fortunately, he saw him before too long. He wasn’t struggling in the grip of some sunglasses wearing suit and he didn’t have a hack job modded laser knife being held to his throat. He was just crouching at the mouth of an opening between the stalls, what they would call an alley if the buildings here were made of brick, facing something in the shade, something hiding from even the weak sun of this outer planet.

Juno frowned, approaching slowly just in case there was some kind of threat. Not that he didn’t think Nureyev could get himself out of any trouble that found him but there was value in some back up. And it wouldn’t have been the first time one of their dates had turned into a firefight.

But all he saw when he came up behind Nureyev, walking so his boots didn’t disturb the gravel under them, was a young girl. She clung to the shadows of the waving silk above them but that didn’t hide how her hair was long and uncombed, her cheeks were smudged with dirt and eyes wide with want and hunger. There were no shoes on her feet, just knotted strips of fraying cloth, and all she wore was a dress that didn’t fit, getting ragged at the edge.

Juno inhaled softly, feeling his chest tighten.

Nureyev was already talking as he approached, mid sentence, his voice low and comforting, “...would you mind telling me your name? Mine is Peter.”

The girl didn’t know what to make of him, it was clear. She wouldn’t be used to people actually acknowledging her, not just letting their eyes slide off her form like she didn’t really exist.

“May,” she eventually murmured, her eyes not settling on Nureyev’s face.

“That is a lovely name,” he said gently, “It makes me think of springtime. That’s my favorite season. What’s your favourite season?”

May shifted from one foot to the other. She was so small though whether it was from her age or her malnutrition or just the way she was holding herself so she could hide better.

“I like...when the fireflies come out,” she whispered, directing it at the ground between them, “Summer.”

“That must be beautiful,” Nureyev spoke like this was any normal conversation, rather than one happening in a hidden corner at a volume barely above a murmur, “You seem like a very nice girl, May. I’m very glad I met you today.”

Wariness fringed her gaze as she risked a glance up at his face, her hands knotting in anxious fists at her side. But she didn’t look like she would bolt at any moment.

“Do you know that stall over there, May?” Nureyev pointed back the way they’d come, “The cake stall? A person called Olla runs it?”

May nodded immediately and Juno realised what his husband had just done. He’d made sure the girl would know the cakes had come from a trusted source, that they were safe.

“Here, I ordered some but I don’t think I’m hungry right now,” Nureyev held out his still full parcel, still warm and steaming in the air, “Would you like them?”

The girl had clearly been living on the streets for a long time, she hesitated before she reached out and took the cakes. Almost immediately she began to eat, unable to focus on anything else. Nureyev just waited patiently, not even having to look as he took Juno’s carton too when he held it out to him.

The second portion allowed May to slow before she gave herself a stomach ache, honey on her fingers as she glanced back up at them and murmured, “Thank you…”

“It’s our pleasure, May,” Nureyev insisted, “This is my husband, Juno, by the way.”

Juno raised his hand and waved, smiling gently. How many smiles had he gotten when he was that age?

Nureyev pulled out his purse, “May, you don’t have to take this if you don’t feel comfortable, but I’d like to give you something to help you get by. Is that okay?”

May’s eyes widened when she saw the creds he held out to her, the full purse without hesitation.

“It’s okay,” Nureyev smiled crookedly, “I know this must seem strange. But I was a lot like you when I was your age and I’d like to help however I can.”

May considered that, clearly still unsure if she was dreaming or not, but she took the purse all the same. Better to take it and consider afterwards.

“Thank you. Inside there is a card with my number on it. If you ever need anything, May, or you feel like you’re in trouble, please consider calling me. I know people on this planet, good people, who’d be pleased to help you. I’m just sorry I can’t stay and talk for much longer.”

May held the purse to her chest and nodded slowly, managing to meet his eyes.

“It will get better, May,” Nureyev promised, his voice strong and sure, “I promise it will.”

With that, he stood, still moving slowly so he didn’t startle her. He bowed slightly, thanked her sincerely for her time and walked away casually like he’d just met an old acquaintance in passing. Juno flashed May another smile and followed, finding he had to jog to catch up. Nureyev was walking faster than he’d realised.

He couldn’t help a glance back over his shoulder into the shadows but May was gone, just two cartons with honey still clinging to the inside left on the gravel.

When he was side by side with Nureyev again, he wasn’t surprised to see tears behind his husband’s cat eye glasses. Wordlessly, Juno reached out and squeezed his hand, giving him as much time as he needed. As it happened, he needed as long as it took them to cross half the markets.

“I just…” he said suddenly, the words bursting out of him, “I just remember when I needed to hear that. When all I needed was for someone to see me. So every child I meet who's clearly struggling, I just take the time to talk to them. And when I have the ability to help, I do.”

Juno nodded, lacing their fingers together even tighter, “I wish there were more people like you. People who cared.”

Nureyev gave a sigh with a slight tremble to it, stroking the tears from his eyes with his thumb, “But there’s still millions more…”

“And you’re just you,” Juno murmured, “You can only do what you can do. Don’t take the weight of it all on yourself, not when you’ve just done everything you could do.”

Nureyev glanced at him, the corner of his mouth quirking up, “So the next time I say that to you, will you believe me?”

“Probably not,” Juno admitted with a rough chuckle.

Nureyev came close, leaning into him as they walked into the night, already gathering with Saturn’s shorter day.

Reality could hold several contradictions at once, Juno had learned. Things that made each other impossible, things that were impossible inherently, it welcomed them all. People never changed but each one was unique. Planets were the same. People could be thieves and family. Someone could be gone while also being in every move you made, every word you spoke as yourself.

The universe could be cold and cruel and brutal, chewing most people up into bits and spitting them out. It could be beautiful, full of music and laughter.

And it could have someone in it like Peter Nureyev.

[axther]

children are meant to be cradled, not placed in wars

a bnha/reader fic

chapter one 

YN was normal. 

She lived in a neighbourhood that had good families and minimal crime. She was popular at school, and her best friend was the quiet, weird kid stereotype. Some part of YN wondered why it was all monotone, but then her friend would pull her along and they would commit some minor crime like regular teenagers. 

One day, after hopping over fences into a house that YN and her friend had deemed their own but definitely hadn’t bought, said friend was staring at YN. 

The friend, Soma Quinn, wasn’t normal. She always wore the same clothes (a pair of worn jeans, a Bethesda Dark Brotherhood jacket, grey converse, and a black tank top), and had to repeat herself to get her points across. She had only one ear, as when she was seven, she played with scissors too much and sheared it off. She kept to herself and looked constantly like she wanted to fight someone. But Soma was sweet and would babble for hours about her games and stories. 

Today, though, something was off. 

Soma had a slight staring problem. She would retract into her head like a turtle, it’s shell and stare into nothing. But, if she was staring at something in particular, like YN, then that was exactly what she was thinking of. 

“What’s up? Thinkin’ about, uhh,” YN dropped her voice. “Murder?” 

“Kidnapping, actually.” 

“Ooh, fancy. Who?” 

“You.” Soma batted her eyes. 

“Oh?” YN smirked. “You should take me out to dinner first.” “What do you call this?” 

“Oof, fair.” YN blinked. “But seriously. What’s up?” 

“I’ve been having dreams again.” Soma frowned. “Nightmares.” 

YN furrowed her brow, standing up. “What is it this time?” 

“You know that thing where your ear rings out of nowhere and you wonder if you’ve got tinnitus or something?” Soma began biting her lip, the previous abrasions on the bottom lip not even having scabbed over yet. 

“Yeah?” 

“It starts out like that. Then I see this big ass comet. And then, like, it’s Fallout Four, without any green mods. And there’s no Sole Survivor.” 

YN was silent. Soma had nightmares, ones that she took medicine for, but they would always come true. They varied; from YN’s father getting into a car accident to one of their classmates trying to shoot up the school. Every time Soma called out her dreams, actions would be taken, and disaster would be avoided. And they were always right. 

“What can we do, Som?” 

“Gay panic, probably.” Soma put her head on her fist. “We can’t stop a comet, but…”

YN stopped pacing. “But, what?” 

Soma said nothing but continued staring at YN. The bigger youth began pacing again, and her eyes started tearing up. 

“Oh my god. I don’t want to die. What about Mom and Dad? And...and we didn’t get to grow up! I wanted to go to the WTF Championships after my internship! You wanted to work at Bethesda! God! What the fuck!” 

“There’s a hack we can use. But just us.” 

“But what about-” 

“Everyone else thought I was a freak. Even my own parents. But you don’t. Or if you do, then you don’t care. And honestly, that’s even better. I would kill for you, and I would die for you.” Soma glanced up at YN, and YN felt a chill go down her spine. There was a dark look in Soma’s eyes that was dangerous, like something deep and primal that neither of them had seen before had been untapped. 

“I can’t let you die.” 

Before YN could say anything more, a blue light lit up the floor. At first, it was just a circular pattern with a script that YN didn’t recognise, but then it filled out until lit looked like a cyan liquid (definitely not water; it wouldn’t be this bright) that splashed around and landed on YN’s bare arms. The outside of it began to collapse, with splintered wood and asbestos crumbling into dust and nothingness. YN started to pant, trying to grasp the situation. 

“What the hell? Som, Som, what-” 

“I am so sorry, YN/N.” Soma’s dark look became guilty and sad. “You and I can live free, now.” 

“Wait-!”  

And then, YN fell. 

Falling to her death was nothing like what YN expected. 

In all the movies and books and shows, it took a long time, with inner dialogue playing and no actual worry. But this was completely different. YN couldn’t think, and her throat felt like it had been sucker punched. The wind rushed past her, and she couldn’t breathe, and oh god, she was going to die- 

But then, the smell of pine trees and sweat and a swath of white and black took over her senses. 

Something, someone, had grabbed her bridal style, seven hundred feet in the air. 

“I’ve got you! Don’t panic!”

The voice was loud and almost squeaky, but male. He seemed like a teenager, but no teenager could jump as high as YN was. She shook, her mind fuzzy and boggled. There was a controlled descent now, and YN could breathe again. When he landed, he gently set her down on her feet, and she fell to her knees. 

“Oh! Are you ok? Are you injured?” 

His voice was drowned out by the buzzing in her ears, and a distant humming. She could’ve sworn that it was familiar before it abruptly stopped. 

“-s hurt, and she won’t respond, and oh gosh! What if she’s injured? How do I get her attention? Eraserhead hasn’t shown us emergency procedure yet, and what if she’s in shock? Of course, she’s in shock, you idiot!” The boy, who too had kneeled, was non-stop mumbling to himself. YN didn’t look up, but she listened. 

“She hasn’t suffocated, I don’t think...ah! What would All Might do? Should I get Thirteen? He’ll know what to do! He is a pro-hero, after all! But she shouldn’t be left on her own...should I ask Ochako? I probably shouldn’t yell, she might have a headache from that fall. And I didn’t bring my phone! Ah!” 

YN glanced up, and she had her breath taken away for the second time that day. 

The boy before her (he was definitely a boy, she conceded) had huge green eyes and a smattering of freckles in perfect twin diamonds, but what astounded her the most was the mop of green hair. It looked perfectly natural, and even a little bit ungroomed, and it was increasingly surreal the more she looked at him. He was ridiculously pretty and seemed like he had stepped out of a movie. 

“Excuse me,” She croaked. Her throat hurt, but she was confused above all.

“Ah!” The boy jumped again, striking a pose that seemed like an exaggerated surprise. “You can talk!” 

“Where am I?” The more she glanced around, the less familiar it was, and the boy got out of the pose. 

“You’re in Mustafu, ma’am.” He kneeled again. “Are you feeling alright?” He stuttered a bit on the ‘alright’, but seemed determined. 

“For, uh,” YN glanced up, but the sinkhole was gone. “For falling, I think so.” 

“Can you walk?” He held out a hand, and YN grabbed it. It had scars littered all over it, but it seemed quite soft. 

She tested her weight and found that she was alright, for the most part. She nodded. 

“I need to take you to some pro-heroes, so they can take care of you. Okay?” He tilted her head when she let out an undignified snort. 

“Heroes?” 

“Yeah,” He looked confused. “You know, like Thirteen, and Present Mic, and All…” He trailed off when YN’s brow furrowed further.

“What?” 

“Oh no!” He looked shocked and guilty. “Maybe you hit your head and forgot!” 

“Forgot-no, I didn’t forget-” 

“Come on! We need to get you checked!” 

He ushered her towards two figures and an ambulance, one of which looked like an over-inflated astronaut. Only then did YN realise that there was a huge crater in the ground, stemming from where the sinkhole was situated above. She blinked, perhaps stupidly, before pointing to it. 

“Did I...do that?” 

The boy glanced over and grinned sheepishly. “No, haha...that was me.” 

YN paled. “You?” 

“Yeah. It’s kind of a side effect of my quirk. I can’t control it too well. I’m getting better though!” He grinned cheerily, and YN paled. 

“What?” She whimpered, but the boy didn’t hear her. He took her to the astronaut and a blonde man. 

“Thirteen! This is the girl that fell! I think she has some memory problems…” 

“Good job, Midoriya.” The astronaut turned to YN and took her spare hand. “Please, come with me. We’re gonna give you a check-up.” 

YN choked on her words, glancing between the astronaut and the boy Midoriya, and then to the blonde man with the gravity-defying peaked hair and yellow sunglasses that wouldn’t stop grinning. The astronaut gently guided her to an older woman, letting the teen sputter the entire time. 

“This is Recovery Girl,” He gestured. “She can take care of you, and see if you have any head injuries.” 

He handed her over, and YN stared at the woman. She was most definitely not a girl and reminded her of her grandmother, but she looked matronly and had a pink and purple visor. 

“Hello. Come, sit, sit!” She patted at the edge of the ambulance, and YN did as she was told. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a massive medical needle and felt her heart leap up to her throat. Recovery Girl followed her line of sight and laughed. 

“Don’t worry! That’s my cane! It matches my line of work, obviously.” She smiled, and YN felt a little less apprehensive. 

“What?” YN murmured, biting her lip. 

“Does anything hurt, my dear?” Recovery Girl began putting pressure on YN’s limbs, seeing if there was pain. “It doesn’t look like anything is broken, but it is a precaution to check.” 

“My head…” YN felt like her skull was splitting from her fresh migraine. “It hurts.” 

“Ah!” Recovery Girl leapt up, and YN had to admit, she was surprisingly spry and youthful. She went behind YN and gently placed her palms on her cranium. There was a feather-light touch, and the pain seeped away. Inexplicable sleepiness came over YN, and she felt her eyes begin to drop. 

Her head nodded forward, and she fell asleep. 

(Me, a full ass gamer w/ Xbox, Playstation, PC, and Switch: what r some,,,,,,,,vido gaem word)

[magica-witch-project]

Wish and a question. My big problem is that i fear for everything, not in the sense that i'm scared, but in the sense that i dread what is to come. I have no confidence in the future, i constantly scrutinize myself for my life choices, and i fully expect to die a in a dead end job, sick and miserable, assuming that i don't get nuked first. So my wish would be to secure a good future for myself and my friends. Question is what fictional world would you least like to live in, excluding Madoka.

Hmm, I suppose I will answer your question first. There are many deeply unpleasant fictional worlds to choose from, honestly. Any of those zombie apocalypse series would be terrible. Or honestly, any apocalypse-based series to be honest. If I had to pick one, I’d say being in Danganronpa would be particularly awful. You’re either stuck in a killing game or in the devastated outside word. Either way, I wouldn’t stand a chance! Now, onto your wish:

Your magical girl form is sleek and impressive- The outfit is largely monochrome with touches of gold. It has a long black tailcoat over a grey vest with a golden tie, with matching cufflinks on the sleeves. The bottom is a sleek, knee length skirt paired with small black heels, which are adorned with golden buckles. On your head is a hairpin with your golden, circular soul gem. Your weapon is a series of small gold throwing knives, which you toss with deadly accuracy. In addition to these, you now have the ability to predict your opponent’s movements a few seconds in advance. This may not sound like much, but that extra little time is everything in battle. Within the magia community, you are a bit of an enigma. Your appearance is so imposing, and yet you yourself are of a rather nervous disposition. Some of your fellow Magia wonder how this affects you in battle, and they are often shocked to see how aggressive you are, as though a flip switches at the sight of a witch. Outside of your new work, things could not be going better for you and your friends- you can get any job you desire, you’re meeting new and wonderful people, and have the chance to make all of your dreams come true. What more could you possibly want?

As it turns out, having a secure future doesn’t erase your anxiety- it simply allows it to take on a new form. This is the most clear in your day job, where the constant pressure to succeed overwhelms you. Things should be okay now, you think, but the overwhelming fear of your old life still covers you like a heavy blanket- stifling and inescapable. This stress is what eventually causes your descent into witchdom. You are now Jollene, the Intern witch. Her nature is ceaseless. Jollene’s labyrinth is distinct in that it appears as a dimly lit corridor, lined with stacks upon stacks of paper, as high as the eye can see. If one were to attempt to read the papers, they would likely end up confused, as the contents are largely scribbled nonsense with very little decipherable text. The few understandable phrases seem to allude to stress, tragedies, and unfortunate circumstances. At the center of it all is the mechanical form of Jollene. She can be heard before she is seen- her various joints creak and grown loudly with her repetitive motions. Ordinarily, she sits at her large desk with a fountain pen in hand, creating more and more of those indecipherable documents that line her barrier, but when disturbed, she will creak her way up to fight off any intruders. Die to how worn she is with age, she is quite slow, but her impressive size and the sharpness of her pen is quite intimidating. A quick-moving magia would fare the best against her. Upon her defeat, she will fall apart and clatter to the floor, and all of the paper stacks will collapse into a single, messy pile.

Thank you for the wish! If you want anything changed, please let me know. For whatever reason, the dead-end job part of it really stuck out to me, so I decided to run with that particular fear (partially because that is also a big worry for me as well). I understand where your anxiety comes from for sure- I tend to be of a nervous disposition myself. I don’t really know the best way to overcome it either, honestly, but I find that talking it out with my friends and taking night walks at least helps clear my head! I wish you the very best in the future, my friend. If you ever need someone to talk to, my PMs are always open!

-Mod Mami