#oc: isabeau

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(You wish this was over.)

(You wish that none of this had ever happened. That none of it had ever been real.)

(You wish you could escape.)

All The World's A Stage—cast

Prunille (she/her) as Mirabelle Chevalier

Mizutani Kanaru (they/she) as Madame Odile

Isabeau (he/him) as Isabeau

Polaris (he/she) Saffron Stardust (he/they) as Siffrin

Alex (any pronouns) as Bonnie

Basile (he/him) as The King

Script by Mizutani Kanaru

Stage effects and lighting by Basile (and Alex!)

Costuming by Isabeau (and Alex!)

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hot problematic women in ur area. i mean. tagged by @katsigian to make some ocs in this picrew! thank youuu this was so fun 💜

top row: andrale (hero of ferelden), frida (champion of kirkwall), celyn (inquisitor)

middle row: sura (watcher of caed nua, pathetic wet cat) and vivinna (washed-up musician, hopeless romantic)

bottom row: isabeau (criminal), liah (war criminal), vigdis (newest oc on the block, dragonborn and possibly a werewolf idk)

tagging @pinkfey @tethris @consulaaris @hibernationsuit @yrlietlanaevyss @gwynbleidd as always no pressure to do this tho!

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Update most of my notifications have just been siffrin pfps and a can't stop giggling at the idea of a flock of siffrin all inspecting Marble like dogs to a kitten

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Isafrin but theyre really really tiny like ants

littol guys

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Hello ISATblr, love to see you thriving

My friend introduced me to this game and I haven't been the same ever since, so of course I had to celebrate it's birthday

Have a doodle dump of all ISAT art I've made so far, including some Im not really satisfied with, and some ISATsonas, because it's my art and it's ISAT and we have fun here

HAPPY 1ST ISAT BIRTHDAY!!!!!

also my posts include a lot of rambling in my tags, so please do check those out, and click on the images for better quality and non cropped versions

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I was out for the entire day again but people treated me like an Ipad kid (gave me a tablet to draw with) so!!!!!!! Have my 90% ISAT filled pages TW for blood in the next one!!!!

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Isafrin parenthood arc? Sorry I'm ill. this is Adelaide their adopted daughter with a dry sense of humor and a resting deadpan face please give her all your cookies and lollipops.

Continuing with the theme of finding your family in ISAT, the two met Adelaide and eventually the bond was formed. I do have ideas on how they met (it has to do with the first doodle) and while it took awhile, it did result with Adoption

A little glimpse into the future... Many years later and the saviour family has returned to their own homes (not without frequent visits of course) but Siffrin and Isabeau stuck together.

I've been calling this scenario/family Final Touch.... Final Touch AU... like a reference to the Bad Touch event... but positive... and Adelaide is like... the final touch to what they've got going on do you understand do you sense my vision. I have manymany thoughts about this so if you guys are actually interested in this. let me know????????????

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[A:3 C:66] [Alex] |Jasmin| 

[You all got home alright, no one came running, no one stopped you, and there wasn’t a hair out of place in the house. You had locked the door once everyone was in, and made sure to secure every other entrance. Once you were sure that there weren’t going to be any nasty surprises, you got water for whoever needed it, and grabbed some things to help fix up any injuries. Once THAT was all done, you finally took a second to breathe.]

[You leaned your head against a wall, breathing slowly in. . . Then out. . . In. . . Out. . .]

[This had all been a lot to take in. No memory, Eris dead, new friends, the blinding Monets. . . Stars, you just needed a second to not go nuts, and just, breathe.]

[You turned to look at the rest of the living room. Isabeau, Mirabelle, and Siffrin- no, Loop, were all sitting on the couch. Odile was laying back in a chair, eyes closed, and Nille and Bonnie were a few feet away, sitting at the base of the stairs. Bonnie needed a second to be alone and calm down, but not too alone. So this was a nice compromise.]

[Once you’re sure everyone’s settled, you stretch and walk back into the living room, taking the free chair and sitting down with a sigh.]

“. . . . . I blinding hate those guys.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” [Odile responded without opening an eye.] “. . . We should, go over everything then, right?”

“Y-yeah. . .” [Isabeau looks awkwardly at the siblings.] “Is, that okay? Nille? Bonbon?”

[Nille looks down at Bonnie, who nods, she turns back.] “. . . Yeah, we’re good.” [She stands up and walks over, Bonnie right behind.]

“Loop? You alright?” [Mirabelle shook the traveler lightly, who then jolted back to reality. Nille sat leaned on the couch, and Bonnie sat on the floor.] 

“I’m here I’m here~” [Loop rubbed their neck, and picked at the bandage around their leg.] “Stars. . . Where do we start?”

“Asterion?” [You suggest, the party, except Bonnie, nod.]

“Right.” [Loop sighs, exasperated, and dig around in their cloak before pulling out a journal.] “Well. . . Asterion first showed up a few days before arriving here, and since then, his entries have only been innocent.”

|You like Asterion. You think.|

“He’s been. . . Pretty alright.” [Nille grumbles.] “It’s just, y’know. . .”

“A shock?” [Isabeau suggests.]

“Yeah, it’s just a shock. . .” [She rubs her neck.] “I uh, he’s not, literally, the King, right?”

[Loop shook their head.] “No, no. An introject, like Null. . . An imperfect copy. Or impression.”

“B-but, I would have thought that, t-that they would end up with someone they knew more than the KIng.” [Mirabelle is fiddling with her dress.]

“Don’t forget, 176 loops~” [Loop chimed in.] “He. . . Left quite an impact. On both of us.”

“Quite. Even so, I think Asterion only copied his mannerisms, not his personality.” [Odile crosses her arms.] “And let me guess, that little scuffle in your head was because of Asterion?”

“. . .” [Loop glanced at you, then away.] “. . . Y-yes, yes.”

“I still don’t remember that, whatever it was.” [You shook your head.] “Seems to have ended up alright, though.”

“. . . Rrrriiiiight.” [Loop squints at you.] “Well. . . It’s hard for me to trust Asterion, and for the rest of you, that is for you to decide.”

“We’re definitely having talks with him later.” [Isa nods.] “Besides! I haven’t met one of your headmates I don’t like yet!

“About that.” [Loop cleared their throat.] “This is the second time Perci’s mentioned that Mal is a sadness. The first time was when Null bumped into him at the tea-vern--”

“Wait you did?!?” [Mira jumped up.] “W-when was that?!?”

“Oh! Ah, a few days ago, almost a week, even.” [Loop rolled their eye.] “Oh Null, you and your poor communication skills. . . A-anyway! That’s gotten me thinking, is Mal du Pays a sadness? Or an alter?”

“W-well. . . Mine ended up in my head, like a Daemon. And it acted as its own thing somewhat when Ramos went into my head, so. . .” 

“I wouldn’t rule it out.” [Odile adds.] “I. . . Confronted mine when Perci tricked me. He called it a mental barrier. And called Mal a “tamed” sadness.”

“Sadness or not, Mal’s been kind enough.” [Isabeau nods again.] “We’ll figure it out.”

“Although, speaking of Perci.” [Odile said with a bitter tone.] “I. . . I am sorry. I’m sorry for causing you all trouble.”

“. . . . Forgiven!” 

“I-it’s okay!!”

“I’ll let you go this once~”

“Hey we’re all okay now.”

“I trust that crab as far as I can throw him.” [You grumble.] “Let’s just not make it a habit. Now, was he trying to dominate you? Kill you? What.”

“For one, he wanted to look through my memories.” [Odile looks away.] “. . For two, he wanted me to face my sadness, to potentially learn mind craft.”

“I see.” [You tap your chin.] “Hmm. . . So having a tamed sadness is a key step in learning mind craft.”

[The air of the room was getting colder, ah, right. You reach out a hand and put it on Odiles knee.] “. . . And it’s, no shame, madam.”

“. . Thank you.” [Odile pauses, and lets out a sigh, smiling back at you.] “I believe Perci found something in my memory that intrigued him. One of the disturbed parts was our fight against the King. Specifically, that the King remembered.”

“Remembered?” [Nille asks.]

“O-oh! Right.” [Mirabelle was bouncing her leg.] “When I reflected the King's freezing curse back at him, he said something about, finally remembering? A-and I think that’s. . . To do with. .  W-with the, the. . .”

“The Island North of Vaugarde.” [Loop finishes.]

“Y-yes! That!!”

“That makes sense.” [Isa looks to the side, thinking.] “They’re looking for information on the island, or how to bring it back. So something like that would be a goldmine.”

“Well we know where they’d be headed next I bet.” [You smile.] “It’s Dormont where the King was frozen, right?”

[There’s an awkward silence, broken only by Mirabelle.] “. . . Y-yes, but. . .” [She, looks at Loop.]

“. . . .” [They look at the ground.] “. . . . . . Let’s move on.”

“R-right.” [Miabelle takes a breath.] “I. . . W-well, we should talk about. . .”

[There’s a pause as no-one wants to say it. Well, except for you.] “. . . About Boniface’s wish?”

[Bonnie tucks their legs close and looks away.] “. . . Don’t want to.”

“. . . I get it, Bonbon.” [Nille says, reassuring.] “It’s one of those things where we don’t wanna do it but-”

“I don’t WANT to!!” [Bonnie hides their face.] “I don’t!!!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” [Nille kneels down next to them.] “None of us are going to be mad, okay?”

“But that’s not how the stupid crabbing wish works!!” [They shook their head.] “It’s a secret! And if you say the secret you lose it!! I’ll just shut up until we’re all safe from THEM and!!! A-and!!”

“. . B-boniface?” [Loop sits up, looking at them.] “D-do, you mean that, birthday wish-”

“It’s fine! It’s NOTHING!!” [They’re covering their head with their hat.] “It’s stupid!! It’s dumb!!!”

“B-but it’s-”

“It’s FINE!! It’s fine if I have those crabbing nightmares of your stupid crabbing loops!! It’s fine if I remember it!! It’s fine ‘cause I can remember to do things to make loops easier!! Or get stuff ready!!! AND Those stupid crabbing stupidfaces can’t get into my head!!!”

“W-what-”

“I’ll just KEEP IT HERE UNTIL WE’RE ALL OKAY!!! Then, t-then I’ll say the secret wish and it’s back to normal!!! You, y-you CRABS!! Just, j-just LEAVE ME ALONE!!!”

[There’s a tense silence. Loop gets up, walks over to Bonnie, and kneels down.] “. . . L-little flare. . .”

“J-just. . .” [Bonnie isn’t looking up. Nille is looking between them, and Loop.]

“. . . Flare. . . Bonnie. . . Bonbon. . .” [Loop reaches out, and puts a hand on their hat.] “I-I. . . That’s, not how the wish works.”

“W-whuh?” [Bonnie finally looks up at them and Nille.]

“. . . Wishes can’t be broken like that.” [They look down.] “”A secret between you and the universe” is just, a-a, a turn of phrase, little flare.”

[There’s a pause, Bonnie staring at loop, until Loop finally finishes the thought.]

“You. . . Won’t be able to just forget it. I’m sorry.”

[There’s a second of tense silence where the stars wait to watch what happens next. Bonnie's face cracked, and then they wailed, diving into Loop’s arms. A moment later, Loop wrapped their arms around them, and Nille joined a second later.]

|They’re crying a lot. . . Maybe, get some water?|

[Good idea, you stand up, and go to get them some more water. In the time where you left and came back. Mirabelle and Isabeau joined in the hug as well. You placed the water down nearby, and sat. Not your school, not your fishes.]

[Once Bonnie was sufficiently calmed down, Mira and Isabeau took their seats. Nille took Loops spot, with Bonnie on her lap. Loop sat on the armrest of the couch. Nille picked up the glass of water and gave it to Bonnie to sip.]

“. . .” [You tap your finger on the table.] “. . . So. . . If, the whole memory thing is a bit, much, we can just talk about it another time, right?”

“Mh hmh.” [Bonnie mumbles, looking away.] 

“In that case,” [You lean back in your chair.] “That should be everything. Let’s all rest up and-”

“NUH UH!!!”

“Yeah Ramos you’ve been acting weird!”

“Really? I think “Ramos” here is acting as normal as I am! Teehee~”

“H-hah yeah, uh, buddy you’ve been kinda different.”

“I-it’s not that we’re going to j-judge you less or anything, it's just. . .”

“You’re not exactly Ramos right now, are you?”

[You sat up again, confused, at everyone's exclamations. You looked between them all. Squinting.] “What are you blinding talking about?”

“It’s alright, not-ramos~ It was very scary for us talking about it too.” [Loop said in a tone that suggests comfort.] 

“E-exactly!! We’re here to help in any way we can!!”

“That’s not helping.” [You cross your arms and shake your head.] “How about you talk Vaugardian instead of assuming I know what you’re talking about.”

[They all pause, and look at you in stunned silence.]

[That is until Odile bursts out laughing.]

“What’s so funny.” [You glance at her.]

“Haaahahhahaha!! Ah I just realized what Merlon found so humorous!!” [She shook her head and grinned.] “I don’t think “Ramos” has realized.”

|This is scary.|

“Realized what!?!” [This is getting annoying. You glance over to Jasmine in the greenhouse. We’ll be fine.]

“Oh my! Really?” [Loop said in a cheeky tone.] “Wow! Oh they’re more oblivious than Stardust, then~”

“Come on, be polite.” [Odile responds before turning to you.] “Well, Ramos, or not-ramos, you do know what a system is, right?”

“. . . Yyyyes.” [You plucked a fruit off a greenhouse plant and nibbled at it.] “It's multiple people sharing one body, basically. I know some things about it but I think most of it was lost to amnesia.”

“I see.” [Odile grinned and crossed her arms, like a professor expecting a specific answer.] “And does that sound like you at all?”

“No?”

“YES!!!” [Came a unanimous shout from the room.]

|LOUD!!|

[You wince at the noise.] “It’s- it is NOT!! What gives you that idea!!”

“You’re acting really crabbing weird!!!” [Says Bonnie.]

“That’s just my mood.”

“You dress very differently!” [Says Mirabelle.]

“I like to change things up.”

“You forgot the last few months of your life!!” [Says Nille.]

“That was Percis mind craft.”

“You’re not using your tonfas!!” [Says Isabeau.]

“I can use different weapons if I want.”

“You’re blinding paper craft, Ramos!!” [Says Loop.]

“I’m just. . . Using paper craft skills?”

“Ramos, or not-ramos.” [Odile gives you a stern yet smug look.] “What you looked like in my mindspace was completely different than what you were before.”

“W-well, I-” [Hmm.]

“A-and you have a headspace!!” [Mirabelle jumps in.] “A-are there other people in it?”

“Well, yeah? Doesn’t everyone?”

“NO!?!??!” [Everyone says again.]

|Too much please!|

[You wince again.] “Will you please stop yelling? I’m not a system!”

“Clearly you are!!” [Loop looks at you, annoyed.] “What about those other people, do you talk to them? Other voices in your head?”

“Look.” [You lean forward.] “I’m not a system! I’m not plural! My headspace is just a way to organize my thoughts! And the people in it, this version of me and all the others, are imaginary friends! They’re NOT! REAL-”

|HEY!!!! RUDE!!!!!|

[You wince, Jasmine was storming into the greenhouse and punched you. A-azzy that-]

|I’M REAL!!! I’M SUPER REAL!!!! MEANY!!! YOU BAT!! YOU MEAN BAT!!!|

[You shake your head, confused and dizzy. J-jasmine I, but, we-]

“Ha!” [Loop grinned.] “Let me guess, you just got someone in your head yelling at you that they are, in fact, real?”

|I AM REAL!!!|

[You, blink a few times, and then, nod. S-sorry, Jas, uh. . . Stars. . .]

|Batface. You leave the greenhouse, still a bit angry.|

[You sit back in the chair, taking a few breaths.] “. . . . I. . .”

“Do you need a second?” [Asks Mirabelle. You nod.]

[You breathe in. . . . And out. . . .] “. . . . I, guess this explains the difference in. . . Well, self image?”

“You did say your body was ‘not your style’” [Nille adds.] “You have a different name, too?”

“I. . .” [You, think for a moment, then nod.] “. . . Alex. It’s Alex. I’ve always thought of this. . . Version of me, being, called Alex.”

“Well it’s good to meet you Alex!” [Isabeau puffs his chest up.] “Or uh, did we already know each other?”

“I only remembered you and Mirabelle, big guy.” [You chuckled.] “There were. . . Always four versions of, me in my head. A-and. . . That’s not normal?”

“No.” [Odile dryly replies.] “Not at all.”

[You rub your face.] “Some academic I am.”

“So, who are the others?” [Asks Loop, leaning in like some housemaiden wanting for the latest gossip.] 

“Well. . . There’s me, Alex (they/she). I come around for all things study and test related. There’s Ramos (they/them), who takes care of the physical body, as well as train it, you know them. Jasmine (he/they), who’s quite a bit younger, and likes to garden and keeps our head clear. And Altiare (any/all), who comes out to deal with any threats.”

[You rub your forehead.] “When. . . Ramos, who was in control at the time, made some deal with Perci and Merlon, that crab Perci got in our head and buried the three of us in the garden. When I came to, it was just me and Jasmine. Ramos and Altiare are still missing. . . Stars my head hurts.”

“I-it’s alright! You can figure it out at your own pace, Alex.” [Mirabelles infectious smile was creeping onto your own.] 

“Exactly.” [Odile rests her head on her hand and looks at you.] “New discoveries need studying, yes, but don’t burn yourself out about it.”

[. . . Hmm. You mimic her, head resting on your hand.] “As well as getting it. . . Peer reviewed.”

[She smirked back.] “Exactly.”

[. . . Heh, maybe this wasn’t all bad.]

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Full game spoilers for ISAT!!! You have been warned!

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So hypothetically if mal du plays is ever a physical person and not just a mental sadness. I fully believe that they trauma on the siffrin but is completely normal if anyone else is around. And by normal i mean by chilling being a little guy. Repeating what the others are saying and basically having a mind of a 3 year old. They are siffrin’s sadness and his sadness alone.

Transcript:

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Mal: always surrounded by people, but always alone.

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*mall continues to say things to siffrin, siffirn is currently witnessing the horrors

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Mirabelle: Mal! Tea time! *currently trying to get mal away from the rouge*

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Mal: tea time *mimicking Mira’s voice* it sound just like her but through a phone speaker

Isabeau: Sif?

And here’s the same thing but with my dnd party. One of the player got their own mal du plays (kinda)

Event horizon is more space cowboy but also gives trauma. Only to this one player though, the others are safe.

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Fun fact I have an ISAT OC named Isabeau who looks exactly like canon Isabeau and has an extremely similar personality also but he is not the same person (except for sort of technically being the same person on a couple different ways)

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ocs as types of suffering + tragic love archetypes

tagged by @hibernationsuit to do a couple quizzes for some ocs, thank u red!!

tagging @narrayya @grimhygge @famewolf @abetterbeginning to do one or both of the quizzes if u want to, no pressure! suffering quiz here, tragic love quiz here <3

did the first quiz for my da girls:

ANDRALE MAHARIEL - yearning

"the pain in your chest bubbles knowing that what you want may never be yours. You're lost in a fantasy world, or consumed by what you wish you were or had as opposed to what you do. it's hard to appreciate what's around you when you're appreciating the hope of what could be instead."

yknow i often consider andrale my most well adjusted oc. she had a relatively stable childhood with friends and loving family. and despite developing a resentment of the world that hates her people as she grows older and desiring a world where things are different she's still mostly satisfied with her life? but this all changes after she becomes a warden. the first months are especially difficult as she's still in denial about her fate and the fact that she's never going back to her old life and indeed yearns for all that she has lost. she eventually learns to live again and enjoy her new life as best she can but she will always carry that sadness and regret and longing with her i think. you may see her happy and content one moment and the next she's staring blankly at nothing, lost in her memories of simpler days.

FRIDA HAWKE - self inadequacy

"you crack under the weight of your own perceived inability. how can you be enough for anyone else when you're just barely enough for yourself? insecurity causes you to have little backbone, and so you fail to reach your full potential when it comes to what you're best at. you sabotage opportunities with fear you'll fail before you've begun. it hurts to never feel like your best is enough, but setting your standards too high or too low ensures it."

i was fully expecting to get 'the giver' as a result for frida but this is accurate too! she never believes she is enough as a daughter or big sister or stand-in parent to the twins or champion or. anything. poor gal believes it's her job to carry the weight of the world and blames herself for not being or doing enough when she inevitably fails. oof

CELYN SURANA - loneliness

"your heart feels full of the connection you feel you lack. no matter how many people are around, strangers or not... someone is missing. you don't know who, what, or if you'll ever find them. you're unsure if there's a person out there who'll really satisfy your life, so really what's the point of continuing to look?"

hmm! celyn was indeed lonely at the circle save for jowan but i have to wonder if it was her own doing. though to be fair i doubt the circle fosters an environment supportive of making friends and forming genuine connections. and obviously the fact that it's partly her own doing doesn't make it any less painful. anyway. celyn put friendships aside in favor of studying and being The Very Best, hoping that advancement in the circle would bring her at least a tiny bit of autonomy and respect. this all leads to a hopeless loop of "i'm lonely and want friends" "don't know how to make friends so i won't even try". she slowly gets better after leaving the circle when andrale and friends coax/force her out of her shell because they need to work togetheeerrr. there's no team-building exercise quite like the blight and the impending end of the world am i right haha

anyway next up some tragic love:

ISABEAU MONET - caníbales; devourer

"love's a knife to skin to you, a vein to woven muscle, blood puddle before you. you listened to all the promises of a stranger's relief and feel the drain of a shower head running it all down again. you committed another murder; kissed and bruised skin with a clench to a quivering wrist and went home in the deafening quiet of a taxi. there's mold covered rage within you. if to take a heart home with you, you'd bite your way through muscle and ribcage first. pleasure comes, but there will be no devouring past it. there is fear in settling down and being seen. there is a glass screen between these bodies and you. relax your tight jaw and feel the real canine fear beneath that scabbed up cavity. the sacrifice of opening up is needed if to be loved as you deeply wish inside. desire doesn't discriminate between hands and spoken word. why should you?"

wowie!! i rarely get serious about isabeau because she's mostly a fun and sexy menace and has convinced even me that that's all there is to her but like. i shouldn't forget that she too is damaged underneath it all 😔 what twenty years of emotional neglect and lack of support from parents does to a gal...

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Marble and parent lets go

Widdle baby also the cat is named Carp!

Isa Sif Mira qpr let's gooo

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hey. hey isat fandom.

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A late New Years Party with a Wolf, a Crow, a Stray Cat and a Hawk. @angelblueflame @wtf-ask-baddie-overhaul @number-2-hero-hawks RP

Mary had been cooking and baking up a storm in the kitchen for the last two days.

Why?

She wanted to have a late New Years party with her new family. Pops approval with a smile and no questions asked, however, it was trying to get her husband on board. He didn't see anything wrong with it. Pops would have hosted a party for all of the gang members who didn't have families or lovers to go back home to for the holidays.

A tradition Mary's mother had started when she was alive and hosted with Pops' Wife until their passing.

He was about to agree when she informed him that Dabi and Hawks invited themselves to the party.

The yakuza's golden eyes widen, then his jaw and gloved hands clenched. Dabi, he understood, the walking burn victim had been offered as a temp from The League instead of Himiko Toga. The bastard even dared challenge him for his wife's affection.

Now, this Winged Hero was sniffing around and strutting like he owned the place. Why were both of these other men trying to become mate candidates? He could provide, shelter, and protect her. She didn't need them!

It was bad enough that Dabi was growing closer to Eri, using the girl to get to Mary, knowing his wife adores the child as her own. Dammit, it was working!

He didn't need one of those Heroes diseased with Hero Syndrome making his nest in their home too.

Closing his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose through his black duster mask, took a deep breath and let it out. "Someone above or below is trying my patience." He bit out and opened his eyes. The tension leaving his body and shoulders as he meet his beloved mismatched gaze.