#overhaul is a dickhead like that

[ghost-with-the-toast]

🦋 The 'Butterfly Effect' AU 🦋

Part 1: In The Beginning, There Were Two Best Friends

What happens when 'Setting Right What Once Went Wrong' goes wrong. A summery of an (as-yet) unwritten BNHA AU fanfiction that approaches fic length by itself.

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It all started with a disease spread by rats, a virus that twisted and mutated the DNA of those it infected - and their unborn children.

Not only did this mutation grant them strange powers beyond all rules of science and logic, it had a similar effect on their minds. Sufferers showed increased levels of violence, decreased cognition, black-and-white thinking, and obsessive behaviour bordering on psychosis. Millions died. Society was pushed to the brink of collapse.

It all started with an anonymous scientist who approached the Japanese government with the news that he'd developed a cure for the Paranormal Virus. A cure ready to be mass-produced as soon as they gave him the right resources. Soon, it was being shipped to every school, hospital, prison, and police station in the country.

The National Diet passed a law making it compulsory for every infected to be Cured. Then a law expanding it to every Japanese citizen.

Of course, not everyone took the news well. Many Paranormals and parents of infected children fled to so-called safe cities to live in hiding.

Some fought back as lone vigilantes, organised groups, and even small armies. All Might and his gang. The League of Villains. The Gentle Criminal and La Brava. The most infamous of these terrorists were the twin brothers All For One and One For All, who between them commanded thousands of loyal and well-trained followers.

One by one, the vigilantes were overcome by the JSDF and the newly-formed Human Preservation Society. One For All was killed by an undercover HPS agent. All For One vanished, presumed dead.

Months later, a new kind of Cure came out. Stronger. Faster. Deadlier. This type not only caused severe mental side-effects but outright killed any Paranormals above a certain level of mutation, their bodies breaking apart at the seams as their cells died en masse.

But, despite their best efforts, more Paranormals kept being born - and supplies of the Cure couldn't meet this growing demand.

So they switched tactics.

Most Paranormals would be given a weaker but easier to make 'Viral Suppressant' drug, aka Erasure, that kept the physical and mental effects at bay. Only those who refused to comply and used their powers to cause trouble would receive the Cure. The Incurables - those so physically mutated that their bodies could not withstand the Cure - were humanely dealt with before birth.

To this end, a force of specially-trained and well-armed Peace Agents was formed. Armed with Erasure Bullets, a carbon fibre nightstick, the best body armour science could make, and nerves of steel, it was their job to confront and subdue any Paranormal found using their abilities in public. They were aided in their duties by Parabots, machines designed to mimic the strange abilities of their quarry.

It was into this world that Toshinori Yagi was born, his strange hair and eyes already marking him as a Carrier of the infection. Born with a pale birthmark on his side, spreading across his ribcage, and a susceptibility to stomach issues, especially ulcers.

Orphaned at a young age, he was lucky enough to be sent to a group home in the capital city. Though solely for Carriers, it was a warm and friendly place run by a woman known to her charges as 'Aunt Eri'.

Aunt Eri had a son of Toshinori's age, named Hisashi Chisaki, whose albino complexion matched his sickly constitution. With a weak heart, anaemia, chronic migraines, and an immune system made of wet tissue paper, the boy spent much of his time in bed - both at his home and in hospital - and often missed weeks of school. He would draw strange, violent pictures and sometimes talked to himself. Most of the children at the group home found him intensely creepy.

The first day Toshinori arrived, though, he took one look at the odd, pale boy and saw nothing but someone who needed a friend.

And he was going to be that friend.

He played with Hisashi every day, even on those days he was too weak to do anything more than roll a ball across the floor. He complimented his drawings and stories - including the ones with the man in the black suit and the golden devil who hunted him down. When Hisashi couldn't lift his head from the pillow, Toshinori would sit by his bed and read out loud to him. Always encouraging him to smile, to stand up, to do his best to grow stronger.

And Hisashi did. Toshinori's presence seemed to have the same effect that sunlight does on a wilted plant. He thrived.

Though the two boys were very different both in mind and body, they soon became inseparable. Their personalities balanced each other out, their skills complimenting the other's weaknesses. Hisashi was the only one who called Toshinori a boy and didn't use his old name. Toshinori likewise never made fun of how Hisashi suffered from night terrors, or how he still liked to play with wooden blocks as a teen.

Aunt Eri would sadly remark it was a shame Carriers couldn't marry or have children, as they would make an adorable couple.

While Toshinori threw himself into training to become a Peace Agent, Hisashi studied with the aim of becoming a genetic researcher at HPS HQ. He guarded his best friend jealously, watching for anyone who might take advantage of his kind, selfless nature. Look after yourself, he'd say. Stop saying yes to everything. Don't shoulder everyone else's burdens. For God's sake, go to bed.

People are selfish, fickle things, he'd say. Give them the Moon and they'll ask for the Sun. It's okay to disappoint them. If you don't, well... The moment you really, truly fail them, they'll eat you alive. When you're an Agent, this symbol, this hero, you're not a person to them. Remember that. You're a tool. And broken tools get replaced.

What a nasty future you just foretold. Toshinori would reply. Can't you look into your crystal ball and see something a bit nicer?

It's not a prediction. Hisashi paused. It feels... more like a memory.

Then, on the day of Toshinori Yagi's fifteenth birthday, he was called to Aunt Eri's office. There waited a pair of strange men. One wore a long white coat, facemask, and gloves indoors in the middle of June. The other was scarred and muscular, wearing the uniform of a Peace Agent. He looked Toshinori up and down before nodding.

The masked man bid Toshinori to sit and introduced himself as Doctor Kai Chisaki, head of the HPS's Genetic Research. He said that 'she' had been chosen for a very special position as part of Project Augment, a study into the possible weaponisation of stable, gene-edited strains of the Paranormal virus. To this end, 'she' would be purposefully infected and become a Paranormal himself.

All they needed to do was one little injection of virus-rich blood.

And what if I say no?

Dr Chisaki smiled behind his mask and Toshinori shivered. I know you, Yagi. You won't.

He left the room shaking like a leaf, a sticky plaster covering the puncture wound in his left arm. He felt sick. Feverish. He supposed it was the virus making its way through his system.

Toshinori collapsed bonelessly onto the sofa next to Hisashi, who looked up from his book with a frown. What did he do to you? You look half dead. He took Toshinori's hand, feeling his pulse.

I- I don't know. Dr Chisaki said I'm leaving for special training on Monday. For five years! Toshinori rubbed his face. I think I'm supposed to be happy. It's what I wanted, right? They're making me a special Agent. They say I have a great future ahead of me. I might even have a position at the headquarters. I should be happy.

You don't have to go. I could always lock you away nice and safe in the basement, and tell Dr Chisaki you died in a tragic windsurfing accident. Hisashi smiled but it didn't reach his cold, red eyes.

That won't work. I don't windsurf.

Hisashi fell silent for a moment, putting a hand over Toshinori's heart. Just don't let them turn you cruel. Promise me that. Your kindness, your selflessness, your constant meddling, your childish idealism, your stupid, soft, bleeding heart... All those things I find so frustrating about you - really, they're what I love about you. They're what make you, you. You're the most infuriating person I've ever met and I wouldn't have it any other way. So promise you'll keep that gormless grin on your face, okay?

Alright. Toshinori squeezed his hand. If you'll promise me you'll keep taking your medicine, take care of your heart, and try treat everyone else as nicely as you treated me. Because I know you're a good person, Hisashi. And I want everyone else to know that, too.

...I'll try my best.

That Monday, after waving Toshinori off on his military helicopter, Hisashi Chisaki went home and flushed all of his pills down the toilet, filling the bottles with candy. He took a handful of his old pictures out of the drawer, gazing down at them intently. The man in the suit. The golden devil. The boy with his face. The man made of smoke. They all meant something - but what? What did the dreams mean?

All he knew was, he'd never find out if he kept taking those suppressant pills.

He'd always hated taking them, anyway.

They tasted like blood.

Part 2: One Man's Villain Is Another Man's Hero - Coming Soon™

[deusvervewrites]

Guardian Spirit: I hate that whenever I read about OfA roasting Nighteye all I can think about is the Quirk going "I've come to make an announcement, Sasaki Miriai is a bitchass motherfucker-" so loudly you can hear it in the buildings across the street.

OFA: "I've come to make an announcement: Sir Nighteye's a bitch-ass motherfucker. He groomed a fucking child. That's right. He took his salaryman fuckin' suited dickhead out and he groomed a FUCKING Hero Student, and he said this kid was THIS STRONG, and I said that's disgusting. So I'm making a callout post on my Twitter.com. Sir Nighteye, you’re super fucking creepy. You’re as shady as Overhaul except WAY shadier. And guess what? Here's what my host looks like. That's right, baby. Curly hair, all Heroic, all compassion, look at that, it looks like a moss ball on a bodybuilder. He groomed a kid, so guess what, I'm gonna fuck his job. That's right, this is what you get! My SUPER ENERGY BODY! Except I'm not gonna punch him in the face. I'm gonna go higher. I'm getting his sorry ass FIRED! How do you like that, ENDEAVOR? I GOT YOU FIRED FROM YOUR JOB, YOU IDIOT! You have twenty-three hours before the fucking HEROES fucking arrest you for trespassing, now get out of my fucking sight before I punch you too!"

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

Stritzo anon speaking. *sigh* You know there’s a huge problem when creators don’t iron out or even change their ideas from primary school. Primary school! I feel absolutely embarrassed as a creator/artist! Anyone else feel this way?

Suddenly the beta versions of my fanfics and original content look stellar in comparison to these bozos stuck in time. Even I look back at the archived old versions and was like, “Damn, at least they were test models. Not the final product released in public or link shared with people I actually trust in real life. I even had to delete or edit out a lot of things due to some cringe ass parts, not just shit getting too much for me to handle. Well, I also gotta be careful on what I release in public bc I wouldn’t want to tick off the wrong people.”

For the creators that did changes to their fanworks and original series even if they were drastic or a huge revamp/overhaul, good job. Cuz y’all have proper development from taking criticism and learning things from others.

Oh no, the Stolas/Stolitz stans are now disrespecting critics, some critics claiming to be abuse victims… see? There’s a reason why proshippers aren’t taken seriously like the antis, both sides are disrespecting boundaries and DNIs that are clearly there for a reason. Yes, I respect those who don’t involve themselves into petty drama and just create fan content. There are those who actually try to call out real criminals or people being truly awful thanks to real hard evidence. And vent posts of users explaining why they have legitimate grievances with certain parts of fandoms which is absolutely understandable.

But I don’t respect harassers hatebombing everything on sight. And those who chose to engage in actual g-rated/rated E harmless non-bashing content yet decides to be a dickhead about it.

Good thing as an ex anti, I stay out of this petty ass discourse by not reblogging or liking any of their shit. And focus on my own stuff. And sharing my opinions as an anon out of safety while the rabid fans run amok. Though the anons who abuse the anonymity system by confessing their most disgusting threats do deserve karma.

Good for you but yeah girl really thinks her ideas are the best and can't be changed ever.

[fullmetal-scar-simping]

Thinking about those dudes who came to help Mustang on Promised Day. They were under his command during the genocide and were thankful to him bc his pillars of flame kept them safe. I initially thought they must've quit the army or smth after the genocide and were a contact Mustang had with a bond/gratitude that he could cash in on when he needed help, so I wondered what they were doing between that and Promised Day, maybe some underground spy thing, maybe some inconspicuous life in reserve to be called in when he needed, NOPE! THEY WERE IN THE MILITARY THIS WHOLE TIME. UNDER GRUMMAN. Truly my lofty expectations have let me down.

Seeing as not Mustang, not his men, not his former men, none of them seemingly having any outside ally contacts or dabbling in smth underground like I dunno hiding as some bumfuck civilian work, aside from Madame Christmas and her whole thing, made me so... I don't even know how to describe it. Did I overestimate Mustang? Like, not even trying to expand their sphere of influence or smth? I dunno what I'm even expecting out of them anymore.

Mustang wanted to rise in the ranks protecting the few under him with his limited power until he got on top, okay, but like. What will he do if/when he is asked to participate in another genocide? Are the lives he's taken, that he's going to take, an acceptable price for his dream? Trying to change nothing? Nothing at all? Not even “from the inside” like Miles ‘tried’?

If the Amestrian military gov were to tell Mustang to put down a group of people who also want to change Amestris albeit by overhauling it instead of conforming to it, a radical group who might have the power to sway people to think like them, do you think Mustang will do it?

I wonder what Miles would think of such a group as well. Of his daughter (OC) being part of it.

Oh yeah, those guys. I forgot they existed! But now that I'm not only reminded that they were A Thing, but also reminded (informed? I forget, was this confirmed in Brotherhood as well?) that they continued to have thriving careers in the military under Grumman I can confidently say: oh for fuck's sake.

The ethos of mangahood is that reform is necessary, and must come from within. Unfortunately this precludes it from entertaining the notion of solidarity with non-establishment groups and rebels. (Though typically working with cops and soldiers, former or active duty, doesn't bode well for more principled revolutionaries and for the common folk but hey.) Mustang's approach is meant to be taken seriously because we're not even supposed to think about what other alliances could be made outside of the few dissenting military personnel.

Nevermind the fact that none of these soldiers even so much as retire or defect. And nevermind that it would counter the staunch "reform from within" perspective if we had to actually show those who want to aid in toppling the government who have become angry, jaded, or irreverent towards the state. Why, that's for beating out of Scar so everyone can swallow the correct lesson: soldiers are the best among us, who are sometimes commanded to do sad things. Enlist to fix this!

It really makes Studio Bones' decision to create McDougal and have the first episode kicked off by quelling a nearly successful destruction of Central just. Such a fucking choice. The implications are massive, and they don't reflect well on any of our protags whatsoever.

See, I can usually enjoy the tragicomedy of our dickhead protags realizing to their petrified astonishment later that, "Oh no. Oh no oh no oh fuck we fought that one guy whom we could have allied with instead and would have had [in some respects] a far easier time taking down this regime together on a quicker timeline, rather than aligning our coup with the Promised Day." Obviously we don't get such self-awareness ever, so I don't even get to enjoy a wry chuckle at their expense.

McDougal's Brotherhood-exclusive existence is the most damning and ironic choice for this adaptation the writing team could have made. Fma broadly is not good at showing organized resistance. Outside of the military dissenters, it's lone actors all the way down. I'm not expecting some sort of high minded polemic on insurrectionist anarchism or Marxist organizing etc etc, but it is a notable blind spot. So McDougal, in canon, being a one-man army against Amestris, who rightfully didn't trust any of these other career genociders he once fought alongside to take up the cause with him, and is felled without a second thought and without internal crisis by Big """Revolutionary""" Mustang and friends cements right out the gate that this story will not handle any of its harder themes well.

Sadly, McDougal's fate answers your questions for you. Mustang would absolutely oppose any threat to the current government that isn't spearheaded by him and his lackeys. Given that he only calls on former squad mates and the Briggs squadron to back his coup, he never cared to consider anyone outside of their ranks for a multi-disciplinary attack. If we had gotten a chance to see Mustang curse the fact that someone had murdered McDougal, instead of apprehending him so that Mustang could perhaps orchestrate his freedom and collaborate with a growing cell of rebels, that could have been an interesting character moment that makes Mustang a 0.5% less putrid bootlicking dictator-wannabe than he actually is.

If they won't serve as part of his new government's military force and appropriated economic hub (the military arm in Ishval, using Scar for this purpose), then he won't organize with them. Again though, so long as he remains in the military, with a goal to gain a higher station in the state, any underground cells or anti-state groups would be better off rejecting someone like Mustang as the fed he is.

(We both know Scar alone pokes a hundred more holes into whatever miniscule revolutionary, liberation of the people potential Mustang ever had in mind.)

Canon Miles would agree with Mustang's approach, but the Miles of Sunburst Sandstorm is going to suffer a head-on collision with the hypocrisy of his position. Maybe it won't happen right away, but his daughter's involvement with these Ishvalan liberationists and her fury against him and the military would have to tear the blindfold off of his mind. It's either that, or the tragedy of her family continues to its logical end.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

because the obsession i have with badass circus!reader is not okay… her meeting jason and talking about motorbikes and shit while dick is in the background like “i understand all of these words individually but put together what the fuck are you two talking about”

"That is a sick ass bike," Jason said, "Would look better in red though."

"Red is too cliche," you answer, backing into your space in the garage."Green is my signature color."

"The color of pond scum-" Dick snorted, holding your helmet and your jacket to lay on top of your bike.

"Fuck you, Dickhead," you shoot back.

"What did you do to the engine? Shit is silent," Jason said, "And your top speed in what? 120? 140?"

"Finn clocked it at 130 or so. So not the fastest in the world but not too shabby. I was thinking if I overhaul it again and add some-"

Dick settled in and rocked back on his heels, smiling a little. You were always good with engines. And kids. And he could still remember you talking shop with a bright-eyed Jason. Trying to impress you by telling you about stealing tires off the bat mobile. Nursing a harmless little boy crush on his older brother's pretty friend.

He watched the scene and shook his head. He had No idea- virtually none what was being talked about. He knew what a carburetor was. An intake manifold. An oil filter. A muffler. But once you started putting numbers and models and all that shit with it; he was lost. He had no clue.

And he was okay with it.

Because you were here. And like always, when you were around it felt better.

[alarrytale]

Do you have any LT3 era predictions? I’d be curious to hear them :) And do have any ideas on what musical / aesthetic direction he could go in that would really work for him? I promise I’m not L’s team hahah wish I was though

Hi, anon!

I don't really have any predictions other than i expect lt3 to come in q3 or q4 in 2025. When it comes to sound i think he'll move towards the indie direction and move further away from pop. I'm curious to know if lt3 will be a more coherent album soundwise than fift. I wonder if lyrically he'll also move further away from sappy love songs and we'll have more lads down at the pub songs. I was positively surprised at the sound of fitf, but there is songs i love there and songs i skip everytime.

That was my predictions, here is what i think he should do;

No more lads at the pub songs, it's not relatable to your target group which is and should be your current fans. Keep the love songs, write more songs about Harry. We eat them all up. Write more angsty songs, about closeting, the industry, long distance relationship, heartbreak and personally i'd love some social commentary songs about greed, heartlessness, powertrips and the current state of the world. He's in such a shit position himself he must have so much to draw on for inspiration. Keep giving it to us straight. I love copy x3 give me more of that.

I'd love for him to write more radio friendly songs, more bangers with cool riffs like waoyf. Stop writing songs intended for a live audience, you need the album streams god damn it. The songs need to sound good on an album first and foremost. You can always arrange the songs to be played live and change them up when your going on tour.

Image wise, duuuuude, embrace your soft side, your wit and charm. Lay off the toxic masculinity. Soft men, babygirls, are all the rage now. You'd fit right in that category with Paul Mescal, Jacob Elordi and Nick Galitzine, (and Harry and Niall) if you wanted to. Not afraid to be vulnerable and open and not behaving like a dickhead. Also dress for your body, don't hide it. You've got a better body than most. I'd love for him to have an image overhaul. Please make an effort lookwise. I'd love for his next album and era to be void of athleisure wear, but that might be pushing it lol.

Ps. I don't think any of you anons are L's team lol. I'm only joking. L's team are too busy cheating on their wives and counting 14 year olds for the parent dollar to get a feel on the fandom pulse.

[nevergonnabemuchmorethanweather]

What are somethings you would change about the characters/story of BTVS if it were up to you? And what arcs would you have left out?

There are little things I would change throughout the series (and I think I've already ranted at length about most of then), but all of season six would have gotten a massive overhaul if I were in charge. It would start the same way, but go in a very different direction. Buffy would still be pushed to a breaking point, but instead of that breaking point being an endless pit of doom and gloom, I would let her finally, finally get angry. Really, truly, 'fuck every single one of you, you stupid whiny selfish dickheads' pissed off. Not for a scene or an episode, but for at least most of the second half of the season. I would, of course, have everybody reconcile at the end, but with real apologies and a much different dynamic. If the whole Spuffy thing had to happen, Buffy would throw him off much sooner.

I would also scrap the 'magic is literally a drug and Willow is literally addicted' arc completely. No 'spell dealers', no withdrawal symptoms, no painfully literal hallucinogenic high, and no excuses. Willow's abuses of her power were the obvious conclusion to the tunnel-vision, rejection of reality, and entitlement to have her own way which she showed from the beginning and which got worse and worse over time. That should have been allowed to stand on its own without the last minute cop out of turning it into an affliction beyond her control.

This isn't very detailed. I tried to write what I would want all of season six to be like but it got really long and incoherent. Too many possibilities.

Thanks for the ask!

[greatwesternway]

What do you headcanon as happening to Bowler?

I'm assuming Bowler would be Class 40? I had to read up a bit on his class, but from what I gather, there were 200 made over a period of four years, 1958 - 1962, and 130 made it at least to 1981. Over the next three years, all but sixteen were withdrawn and scrapped. The odds are good that our Class 40, Bowler, was one of these. There's a possibility he could have been one of the few Class 40's to get a late game overhaul or even that he might be one of the seven preserved to this day.

If I were to do anything with him, any and all of those would be options, but just having to pick one right here right now? Gonna go with full life of service on the mainland until he was scrapped sometime between '81 and '84. Although, I can't deny that having him end up being one of the ones that makes it has its appeals, if only because part of the point of Engines in Sidings is the idea of telling a children's story with more nuanced, adult lessons. Like that sometimes dickheads go on to live full and satisfying lives despite clearly not deserving it and you have to make your peace with that. But I wouldn't do that to you without a good plot to support it.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Sorry anon I really didn't know if you wanted a longer one or even shorter; Apologies if it's not what you wanted

"What were you even thinking on doing something like that?! You just wanted to kill yourself or what?!" You pointed at the injury on his forearm while he rubbed the contains of some blood.

"You're really thinking that shouting at me would just get back at time? That plan was hideous and dumb (Y/N), and you know it."

"I could've had escaped you dickhead if you weren't such a damn jerk and trusted me for once!"

He despised you existence ever since the moment he laid his eyes on you.

Quirkless yet just so full of yourself, almost rubbing at his face that you supposedly were smarter and better than him; you never once said that; like he was some kind of foul...

You better own Chrono your whole life because if it wasn't for the arrow haired man you would be dead the moment Overhaul first losted his pacience with you. You were just a pest... a despicable pest who never seemed to go away, he thought that he could get rid of you if he wanted but your intelligence was sadly too good to lose...

Many conflits were shared betwen you two, you're the only one who has exited an discussion with Overhaul still with life, which was a shock to everyone who worked for the yakusa.

Some new recruits who messed up came to you looking for protection, and he really thought that you would defend them just to anger him even more... but you never did it, you would've left these man to be eaten by lions if you were given a chance, each time surprising the gangster villain.

Even being complete hard heads against each other, you never once dared to raise your voice at him. Chrono always persisted that you were just as loyal to him as he was; but Chisaki just couldn't believe it...

His anger towards you increased even more when your figurine started to occupy the thought on his head, he despised this, not even when he was alone you would let him at peace.

The first time he notices something strange was going on was when he was rabling to Pops about kicking you out of the yakusa, always using extremely degrading insults towards you, while Chrono was still giving reasons why you were useful to them.

That's when Pops suddenly chuckled darkly and said something that made Kai's whole body freeze:

"If I didn't know you Chisaki I would guess that you're in love with (Y/N). You just have been talking about them this whole week just like you were still a child."

That was supposed to make him laugh or what?

You? In love with you? There's no way he was. He despised your existence, despised your voice, despised your smile whenever he tried to insilt you but you just wouldn't get mad, he despised...

Who was he trying to foul now?

That's where both of you are, both scolding each other for their bold actions. He didn't demonstrate but he was with the nerves on his skin at the thought of you just... disappearing like that; shocked for the first time you ever raised his voice at him; enraged because of your stupid thickskull on proceding with this damn plain...

So many emotions that he couldn't control yet he never lowered his composure.

He didn't know why but seing you mad at him was better than not seing you at all...

Did he really despised you if he prefered you alive than dead?

He didn't know anymore...

[deusvervewrites]

UA University: Here's how I think the Overhaul Arc will probably go: Nighteye, being the dickhead that he is, invites Izuku to the Agency, under the pretense of getting to know the next wielder.

Obviously he just got Izuku brought in to demand that he give back OFA to All Might, but anyway, as he's leaving he just so happens to bump into an obviously abused little girl and books it, just like in the Eri Speedrun AU.

Nighteye'd probably try to pull that shit earlier since he doesn't know about Mirio yet at this point, but I'm pretty sure that it's implied that Eri's escaped the base before she ran into her heroes.

The problem is that Nighteye also doesn't know who Midoriya is, only that the Ninth is Quirkless.

[weebsinstash]

Man I feel you about the rude coworker; we’ve got a new “office supervisor” who reminds us what she is like every thirty minutes, and if you bring up the smallest issue, she tries and uses bad experiences she’s had in the past as a shield to hide behind 😒

Ugh, yikes. A nasty supervisor sounds unbearable; if this guy was my manager I'd have to quit, no question. It's like, I think he joined in November or December but I didn't have very many shifts with him until recently. I've been working with him a lot more since I came back from my Christmas vacation and like... yikes. I found out he has a lot of personal stuff going like uh his wife leaving him and taking the kids and he's apparently homeless right now but even so he can get very defensive and confrontational when you correct him on something he does wrong, which tends to be often. He just gets a nasty temper and when you're working in fast food you're going to be put in a lot of high stress situations and most times when the going gets tough he tends to snap. Also he's just like... not really even that good at his job in general... he walks away from his station a lot to like, sweep in a way thats really kind of excessive? Which ends up in him burning food, and when he's not overcooking food he's wasting it by making way too much to the point it has to be thrown out because it sat in the cabinet for too long and dried out. He's poor at managing multiple tasks and just... Ugh I gotta stop thinking about it

Actually when I put in the tags of that one overhaul post on Friday that I was having a bad day, he was why. It probably wasn't intentional but jesus does this guy like to come into work with a pissy mood and he kept being like, unnecessarily hostile? And correcting people on how to do their jobs including me? He wound up making me so frustrated I was tearing up from anger which takes a lot. I don't appreciate some like, 50 year old guy bitching to me about how "no one does x right" or "he's the only one who does y the right way" and it's like, are you forgetting how long you've been here Mr. Know it All? And who is he to criticise anyone else's job when we're like 3 months in and he's still having basic problems? Half the time he doesn't even close the freezer when he's taking things out of it, and that's if he's putting down food at all

Enfkgjgj as you can see he's become a sore subject and honestly I'm really not looking forward to tomorrow. Not only am I working for him for almost my entire shift, but apparently we're having an inspection, which is as re-do of an inspection we had last week before I had even clocked in and that we failed (we scored like 88% and I think they want 95% or above) so basically I'm just... All but praying this inspection is done before I clock in because not only does everyone get massively stressed out, but if dickhead is there he's going to be in the way or doing things incorrectly and then if someone tells him to like fuck off or whatever he's going to totally blow up

also as a bonus for reading all my bitching I wrote this little blurb on my meal break

[0chronophobia0]

;; How do you imagine kurono relationship with each one of the members of the precepts?

-insert eyes emoji + sparkling emoji- this will be fun

ps- sorry this took so long to respond andlkjafkbhsegkb I fell asleep like 3 times while writing this and got distracted several times by philkas and malec

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Chisaki Kai (Overhaul) 

So, it is normal to see Kurono hanging out in the background when Chisaki is in the room, as he’s always following him around in case he needs anything at all, Overhaul’s thirsty? He’s got him covered, Fiji water for the best boss on earth 

Kurono has such a high admiration towards him, you’ll be able to catch him gazing at Chisaki and melting every time they lock stares, you’ll be able to view the exact moment Hari spills his uwus every time Kai looks at him

Would never dare address him as Chisaki or Kai though, he’d be dead where he stands if he did, he respects Kai too much, and therefore only calls him Overhaul, though sometimes he might slip but pick himself up before he can call him by his name, he’s slick and therefore able to distract Chisaki when stuff like this happens 

They’ve known each other for the longest time, Kurono knows almost everything about Chisaki and views him as his best friend, yet Chisaki has a hard time admitting he too sees Hari as his friend, but it is not as if it bothers Hari, as he is completely fine with the fact that Kai doesn’t view him as highly as he does, or so he thinks, Kai’s the boss anyway so it SHOULD be this way, right? 

Irinaka Joi (Mimic) 

Their relationship is… complicated. like they are friends but they are not at the same time.

They’re both very competitive when it comes to being the best co-leader of the Shie hassaikai, they’ve got this silent game where they are always trying to outsmart each other, well more like it is Kurono trying to be better than Irinaka and getting frustrated when Joi receives praise and he doesn’t, but Hari ain’t gonna complain because complaining will lead him nowhere. 

definitely takes advantage on the fact he’s very obviously Chisaki’s favorite to make sure Irinaka goes through a pranks hell, you bet Mimic was woken up in a daycare with other toys just as kids come racing in, of course, he can’t do much other than escape and assist work late because goddamn Hari had to so kindly deliver him to some children which pulled at his little arms and legs and drenched him in saliva, and also stabbed bows into his head, you know, peachy, has to burn that body afterwards because there’s no way in hell Kai will let him get close to him, so many fucking germs.

overall though, they are able to hold a serious conversation, but if they are left alone for too long Kurono might start pushing Joi’s buttons until the room becomes a battlefield.

when Kurono is angry he will pick up Mimic and throw him against a wall, it doesn’t hurt him much so… gotta take advantage of that.

Nemoto Shin

oh boy, oooooooohhhh boy. when you see these two together, you know you gotta be scared, be very afraid, they are NOT here for good, don’t move, don’t shake, don’t speak, don’t even b r e a t h e, one wrong move and you’re fucking dead

Together, they’re like those popular beautiful stereotypical blond high school girls, sarcasm is their virtue, and you bet they know every flaw about you, the moment they get together, and they land their eyes on you, you’re dead meat, so bitch you better go perfectly still or hoe, you already fckn ded.

Nemoto is Kurono’s go-to friend, since you know… Chisaki isn’t exactly the best best friend, Kurono has Nemoto to back him up whenever he needs something Kai can’t provide, aka something emotional or physical, Hari finds Shin lots of fun and it isn’t rare to catch them talking when Chisaki is nowhere to be seen, or even laughing with each other.

They do tend to keep things strictly professional around Chisaki or Irinaka though, often meeting up right after to talk about whatever and chitchat 

It may not seem like it, but Kurono loves drama, and who better than Nemoto to make people spill the tea? His quirk’s name should be tea spiller, not Confession, and honestly? Hari loves it, something he will more than proudly admit 

When the situation is given, they both flirt with each other and call each other lovey nicknames, you know like… “asshole”, “dickhead”, and occasionally they address each other as “boo” but that’s more of a friendly thing

None of them talk about it but once they got so high together the next day they woke up in the same bed, luckily fully dressed, but it ain’t like either of them cares, it is simply that Chisaki would kill Hari if he knew this.

Sakaki Deidoro

Well there isn’t much to say about Kurono’s relationship with him, other than he occasionally tagging along with him and Nemoto to go bar hopping incognito at 3 AM while Chisaki is asleep, Kurono often being forced to take a thorough shower when he gets back because the smell of alcohol isn’t something Chisaki likes to find on his #1 assistant 

For the most part, their relationship is due to work, as Kurono doesn’t see himself to be great friends with him, but still is willing to socialize with him, after all, he isn’t supposed to form strong bonds/relationships with the expendable bullets of the yakuza

Rikiya Katsukame

Again, there isn’t much to say, Hari things Rikiya is hot, he’s tall, muscular, and able to burst through a wall very easily, Kurono finds that amusing, and therefore is often seen checking him out with Nemoto, who simply agrees and adds on lmao.

_Doesn’t even talk to him tho unless it’s job-related, though sometimes he might tell him he’s done a good job after accomplishing a mission and leaves right after_

Hekiji Tengai

so, their relationship is quite complicated, since there are times Hari is responsible, stoic, and well-mannered, which is when he gets along with Tengai, they will talk politely over a cup of hot chocolate and Kurono will keep him up to date with anything he knows

but then there is when Kurono is in the mood to mess with everyone and you bet Tengai is his go-to target

Hari will tease him non-stop and make sure Tengai regrets seeing him that day, though when overhaul walks in he can’t say shit since by the end of the day he’s just another expendable serving under their command, and it’s not like Hari bothers him that much, as it is mostly just Kurono budging him and likely to get slapped, which only causes Hari to laugh whenever he’d get hit after annoying him

Rappa Kendou

Hari’s #3 favorite tbh, like, he simply likes this guy, there are no reasons why. Actually, there is, and it is that Rappa is simply a big puppy? You know, the kind to destroy your house while you’re gone and wants to bite everything with its little hurtfully sharp teeth? That Rappa to Hari

He’s so big,,,, Kurono loves that, he loves having to look up to stare at him in the face, he loves his strong build, he loves his arms, oh god his arms

you bet Kurono loves praising Rappa, whenever he fights, after overhaul, he is the first one to get a piece of Hari’s mind about his well-done job, thus boosting the guy’s ego, he often finds himself being able to control him better than many, this thanks to his quirk quick practically paralyzes him? until he’s calmed down

Kurono loves his gigantic pupper, you bet that Hari spoils him, Rappa is a good guy, if only he didn’t want to fight everyone to literal death, and that’s something Kurono acknowledges and finds amusing, he does his own thing, and doesn’t like being put into teams, as it has been seen before, but we all know Hari would not say no to overhaul

Setsuno Toya

Toya, Hari, and Shin are the mean girls of the Shie hassaikai, Hari is Regina George, Shin is Gretchen Weiners, and Toya is Karen Smith, he has the least power out of the three, but he’s nice to have around so they keep him in the group lmao

Kurono talks to Toya more through text than face to face, mostly because they send each other lots of memes and funny/ugly selfies, they also make mischievous plans to mess with Overhaul almost every day, and rarely have they been caught

Setsuno allows Hari to take his phone and send Overhaul vines asking him to see them, after all, Toya is suicidal, so he’s got nothing to lose, and even though Kurono appreciates Setsuno as a pal, he knows he can’t get attached, and therefore just does as he wants

though when Setsuno needs help, Kurono is more than willing to offer himself first, he may not be very good with advice and emotions though, but he is a good listener and will sit and hear him out through every rant along with a cup of hot chocolate 

They once made a plan together to prank overhaul and Kurono replaced Chisaki’s usual black surgeon mask with one that said ‘owo’ one morning and paid Toya to go up to him and say “good mowning mitew owohauw” and record it, but in addition to that, which made the video way better, Overhaul replied with a sigh, and in a very disappointed tone… “hewwo” 

Soramitsu Tabe

chompy boie, Kurono doesn’t usually talk to him, but sometimes he will bring the weirdest foods and feed them to Tabe just for fun 

He likes to invite him and Hojo when he hands out with Setsuno, since they are Toya’s friends, and together they will find reckless/fun stuff to do, of course, Overhaul never knows that Hari tags along with them, they keep Kurono covered -insert thumbs up emoji- 

Once, Hari gathered all the precepts and made them sit in a circle around Tabe and brought in a deep fried sock, together they all chanted until Tabe was so overwhelmed he ended up eating the sock

Yu Hojo

welp, Hojo is one of the only people he actually maintains a calm and professional relationship with, unless the gang gets together, but that’s another story

They chat and discuss about serious topics, sometimes Tengai will join them, and they’ll have a nice and calm time spent together but that’s about all they do

They also read novels and watch those dramatic Mexican novellas, and it is normal to see them talk about them, Hari knows Spanish and has tried teaching Hojo, but his accent is poor and his pronunciation is hopeless, though Hari still tries to teach him and Hojo tries even harder to learn

[papersasquatch]

Gather around children, and allow me to share the story of the Milk Man.

The Milk Man is a legend from my dear old high school, practically brought into sainthood for his vast contribution to the school's lore as being the reason for this incredibly straight, white-suburban, gentrified-town-ass school's first ever walkout.

So, let me set the scene: My school was initially built to be a jail. That is not a joke. Once the foundation was placed, for one reason or another, some major overhauls to its interior blueprint transformed it into the high school building we know and love today. However, some places remained oddly jail-like in structure, including, mainly, the cafeteria. This was an open space between the top and bottom floors, retaining a single spiral staircase to get between them, and a balcony along the top floor which looked down into the seating area. It was quite large, as despite the fact that this was our town's second non-catholic high school, it was also filled with kids from the nearby major city who's dickhead cop dads wanted them to go to the whitest, suburban-flooded school imaginable. Needless to say, it was a cesspool of frat-house energy, axe body spray and seniors who believe they can get away with anything.

You might now be able to put two and two together that hazing (or Senior Pranks for y'all Americans) was quite popular. Every year, the limits seemed to get tested. One that I remember most distinctly was the time a senior purchased over 200 crickets from petsmart and let them loose in the lockers of the hallway known as "suic*de hallway", named as such since it was the narrowest hallway in the school but also was the only connection between the east and west wings, had lockers on both sides, and also contained the entry to the library and two other classrooms. It was cricket mania for the rest of the fall term, especially once they began breeding in the walls, but that's besides the point.

Now, everyone who ever hazed that school had major shoes to fill, and the continual pushing of the limits might have been due to the legend of the Milk Man. Now, with the mythologizing of this man certain aspects may be exaggerated, however having seen what I have seen from this school, I doubt any of it is by much.

One day in 2003, a senior student, the same as any other and not yet known by his grand mantra, decided to partake in some fun, "light-hearted" hazing. He arrived with his hockey bag, a bag basically the size of a twin mattress designed to carry hockey sticks, skates, and goalie armor, however within it, he carried no such thing. No, instead of the necessities for this country's grand sport, he had filled his hockey bag with over a dozen 4 liter jugs of milk.

Up the elevator to the second floor he went, and during lunch hour when the cafeteria was the busiest, he stood watching like a hawk preparing its descent onto its prey from the balcony above.

If I gain no other information from the grand hive of human consciousness upon my death other than what this 18 year old adult man's thought process was as he dumped the bag over the side of the balcony, I'd still be satisfied. However, I can't imagine it was much different than: "Oh yeah, this is such a good idea."

Shrieks from the cafeteria below echoed throughout the school as chaos erupted from the tsunami of 2%. The jugs exploded on impact, milk reaching every inch of the cafeteria within mere seconds, the rapid evacuation from the premises had begun as soon as the first carton hit the ground. And thus in a blaze of grand fury and an explosion of white fire, the Milk Man had been born.

He was very quickly arrested.

Fortunately, the cafeteria hadn't been as heavily populated that day as it normally was, and so no one was harmed in the incident, however the initial clean up alone took the rest of the week. However, this marked a landmark occasion in the school's history, as it was the first time a student had been arrested for a hazing, rather than simply being suspended. To some students, hearing about the arrest of the Milk Man despite the fact that no one had gotten hurt felt unfair. Why should someone be arrested for simply unleashing 48L of milky hell, raining down upon the school's most frequently populated common area?

And so, the next landmark in my school's history. They called the march "Free the Milk Man". It was the grandest display of frat house privilege and pure absurdity that the school had ever seen. Dozens of students walking out of class all at once, demanding that the crimes of the Milk Man be forgiven.

Typically tellings of the story end here. I've heard one ending that the protest worked, and the Milk Man was freed and forgiven, though more likely he was bailed out by his rich parents or something.

After all was said and done, the legend of the Milk Man has been passed through the school for generations, every new senior hazing day met with more and more absurd pranks hoping to one day go down in history, though none have ever truly stood the test of time the same way. Even now, after all these years, the Milk Man has made his mark on the history of the school, as well as the cafeteria's 40ft high ceiling.

All Hail The Milk Man.

[shellheadtmark2]

@chokethelight “ i hear you breathing. ” - Carnage

          It’s kind of like that moment in Aliens 3 where the queen has her tiny mouth right up against Ripley’s face, right.  Tony doesn’t like to admit he feels things like sheer, pants-shitting terror, it looks bad, but what he can say is that his breathing stops, right then, immediately, at that.  He sucks in a breath and he holds it.  The symbiotes are interesting, from an...Academic standpoint.  He’s even built a suit based off of them using smart metals and psionic bonding, it worked amazingly well - still does - though it’s been shelved for various reasons.

But while they’re academically interesting, and he’s sure they’re...Nice...Enough...Or something, with their hosts - Brock comes to mind here - in reality they are, without a doubt, more than a little terrifying.  He’s come too close, too many times, nearly having his head bitten off like an unfortunate teddy graham to feel any warm fuzzies for them.

Silently he flicks through settings, digging for the audio weapons he’s gotten used to loading into the software suite and configuring into the suit designs, looking for the one that at least seems to have some effect against the slimy, gooey bastards.  Coming here alone has been a mistake.

And there it is, there’s the setting he needs.  Note to self:  Time to overhaul the interface.  If he lives through this.

“I’m not here for you.”  Which is true - this has been a nasty surprise, like biting into an apple and finding half a worm.  “I’m here for AIM.  So unless you’re shilling for their Dickhead Supreme, you go your way, I go mine.  Otherwise if they catch us we’re both screwed.”

scp containment breach | accepting

[weedle-testaburger]

Yeah the police in Ireland rarely ever hurt people. Their problem is due to lack of resources and skewed priorities. That and Reddit users regularly BEG them to beat the shit out of and/or shoot young people. Which we in the north have plenty of experience, we know better. While they grew stunted and indolent under their independence. I’m not saying they’re soft, because many people have called me that, rather stagnant. American cops are BEYOND fucked. Their policing needs a SERIOUS overhaul.

Ouch, yeah the impression I get from places like NI or America is that when cops think they have the right to be harsher on certain people they will be, and the consequences are fucked up. Whereas places like Ireland that are quite homogeneous don't see so much of it because the minorities it affects are a smaller proportion of the country and less recognized as facing it. In other words, all this could be solved if people would just learn to not be dickheads to others for being different.

[feynites]

*sneaks some more Super Sad Frat Reincarnation AU aka Baby Uthvir Adventures inspired by @selenelavellan in*

Uthvir is eleven when they meet Andruil.

It’s the first day of the new school year, and it’s a new school for them, too, and they’re a little nervous. The school itself is new, even; built just last year, thanks to an overhaul in the district. Selene and Felasel had been worried about it, even though everyone else seemed really happy to have another school, and less crowded classrooms. They’d even talked about moving, although when Uthvir tried to ask why, they didn’t get much of an explanation.

Spider-Man hadn’t offered any further insights, though he had told Uthvir not to make any new friends or talk to many people in their class. But that was just how Spider-Man was, he was always blowing stuff out of proportion.

Still, the overwhelming combination of factors had left Uthvir feeling pretty uncertain. Felasel drops them off and almost walks into the school with them, and Uthvir had to remind him that they’re too old for that kind of thing, now, and all but chase him off. When they get to class their new teacher seems nice. He’s a human with a long, slow drawl, and since it’s the first day, he lets everyone ‘get to know each other’, and puts a movie on towards the end of class.

Uthvir meets Andruil mostly because her desk is right next to theirs. She’s got dark hair and yellow eyes, and a denim jacket, and she chews gum until the teacher makes her put it away. When they’re supposed to be making introductions, she glances at Uthvir, and then taps her nails on the side of her desk.

“What’s your name?” she asks.

Uthvir tells her, and they exchange introductions. Andruil’s a little weird. But Uthvir usually likes people who are a little weird, and they’re not really anybody to point fingers. She tells them that she’s been going to private school for the past while, that she had to fight to get to go to public school, because her parents are strict and rich. She has an older brother and a younger sister, she says, and she doesn’t get along with either of them.

“Sylaise is a crybaby, and Falon’Din’s a dickhead,” she tells them.

Uthvir blinks at the swear.

“Do they let you curse in private school?” they wonder.

Andruil shrugs.

“No, but they might let me in public school,” she says, cocky and brazen.

“They won’t,” Uthvir assures her. “It’s against the rules.”

“Rules were made to be broken,” Andruil insists. And then she sticks her head up, and straightens her shoulders, and waves at the teacher.

“Hey, shitwad!” she calls out.

The entire class gasps, and for a moment it seems like no one is quite sure of what to do. Andruil grins, the cat with the canary, before the teacher recovers and then tells her to go to the principal’s office. He writes her a note, which Andruil takes with a flourish, before skipping off like she just won a trophy instead of a reprimand.

Uthvir marvels.

The last time they got sent to the principal’s office, it had been because they’d forgotten that they had one of their practice knives in their backpack, and it had been awful. They’d gotten a warning for bringing a weapon to school, and Selene and Felasel had both come, and there’s been arguments and explanations and Uthvir had felt like the worst kid in the world. They’d felt so bad about it that Selene just told them it was a mistake, in the end, and hadn’t even grounded them or anything.

Andruil’s kind of cool, they think.

When she comes back from the principal’s office, she takes the seat beside them again, and doesn’t even seem the least bit contrite.

At lunch break, they end up exploring the playground together. A few other kids from their class join in, and it seems like they might be set to form a new group of friends, based mostly around awe at Andruil’s complete disregard for authority. When the bell rings, Andruil invites Uthvir over to her house.

“My papae’s picking me up,” she says. “He has a new truck. You should come over, we can watch television in our home theatre.”

“I need permission,” Uthvir admits.

Andruil tsk’s, derisive, and they hesitate. The new school is within walking distance of their house, just on the other side of it, really. Felasel had tried to argue that he should still come and pick Uthvir up, but they’d eventually won the point that it really wasn’t that far. If they go through Ana’s backyard they can get there even quicker.

“Why don’t you come over to my house instead?” they suggest. “It’s just right down there. We could walk ourselves.”

Andruil contemplates the option. Something in it must appeal to her, though, because she agrees to the change of plans pretty easily, even though Uthvir can’t offer things like new trucks or home theatres. She doesn’t even wait to tell her dad; just shrugs her bag a little more firmly onto her shoulder, and gestures at them to lead the way.

In the end they do cross through Ana’s backyard, although mostly because Uthvir thinks it seems roguish and rebellious. Especially when they don’t tell Andruil that they know the owners. They hop over the fence, and then head down to the sidewalk, and make it easily to Uthvir’s house. Felasel’s car is gone, but it looks like Selene is home. The front door’s unlocked and Uthvir can hear Spider-Man whispering in that way that they think of as ‘waking up’.

They’re not a little tiny kid anymore, of course. They know that Spider-Man’s a spirit. But in the grand scheme of things, he’s still theirs, so they don’t worry about it too much. So long as no one else finds out, it’s probably not a big deal.

“I thought it’d be more of a dive,” Andruil says, looking at their house with vague disappointment.

Uthvir opens their mouth to reply, with the front door half open and their hand still on the knob. But then it swings out of their grip, and they blink up and there’s Selene, all of a sudden. Standing there, staring at Andruil with the angriest expression Uthvir’s ever seen.

Their blood runs cold.

“No,” Selene says.

Andruil blinks up at her.

“Chill, lady,” she replies, though there’s a note of uncertainty to her tone that hasn’t been there all day.

For a minute, Uthvir thinks Selene might actually take a swing at her, or something. Which is crazy. Selene’s one of the nicest people they know, and she’d never hit a kid. Especially not one who hasn’t even done anything. The hairs on the back of their neck stand up, too, and they feel Spider-Man hissing under their skin, all of a sudden. Like an angry animal.

“You need to leave. Go home, right now,” Selene tells Andruil, before bodily grabbing Uthvir and dragging them all the way inside. “We’ve had a family emergency. Playdate cancelled, so sorry, have a nice day.”

The shuts with a resounding bang, and Uthvir blinks, as their heart speeds up.

They did something wrong.

What did they do wrong?

They’re allowed to walk home. They’re allowed to bring friends over. They didn’t get sent to the principal’s office – would Selene know that Andruil had been?

They swallow, hard, as they find themselves subjected to one of the most intense once-overs they’ve ever gotten in their life. The fact that Spider-Man is basically hissing incoherently in the background of their mind doesn’t really help the situation much. Uthvir feels like everything has just gone from zero to eleven, and the scariest part is no matter how hard they try, they can’t see where it went wrong.

And then Selene pulls them into a hug.

“I’m sorry,” they manage, as she wraps her arms around them and tucks them under her chin.

“No,” she says, again. But the tone is more normal this time. “No, don’t be. I’m sorry, I should have done that… differently.”

Andruil is dangerous, Spider-Man tells them, then, having finally regained his coherence. Stay away from her!

…Andruil?

But… she’s just a kid? In their class?

Dangerous!!!

The tone which Spider-Man is using is usually reserved for things like ‘you are about to put your hand right on that very hot stove’, not his typical ‘if eight different implausible things lined up precisely right under these circumstances you could hypothetically die’ type stuff. Uthvir doesn’t know what to make of that.

“What’s wrong?” they try asking Selene, instead.

Selene looks like she’s trying to think of a good way to answer.

“Is there really an emergency?” they try. Maybe something did happen, maybe that’s why everyone’s being weird. Where’s Felasel? They feel a sudden pang of worry. Did Felasel get hurt? Before they can ask, though, Selene shakes her head. And then she lets out a breath, and hugs them again. Uthvir tries not to squirm as it goes on for a little longer than usual, before she finally lets them go.

“We need to talk, but not here,” she finally decides.

Uthvir nods, uncertain.

And they remain uncertain, as Selene takes them upstairs, and they start packing some  bags for a ‘road trip’. They feel a pang of insecurity, wondering if they’re being sent away again. But Selene packs bags for herself, too, and she doesn’t say anything like that. Doesn’t scold them or yell at them, or tell them she’s finally had it. They don’t pack anything for Felasel, but Selene says he has to stay because he has work, and because ‘somebody needs to keep an eye on things’.

Somehow Uthvir doesn’t think she’s worried about the plants getting watered.

By the time they’re loading up the car, while Selene texts people and locks up the house, their mind is beyond racing. They’ve got Spider-Man stuffed under one arm and they don’t even care that it’ll look silly if anyone sees them in the driveway. Andruil is gone and there’s nobody around, not really, and all they can get from their partner again is a nebulous and overwhelming sense of dread, and the notion that it would be better if they were heading someplace else. Far away.

Andruil means Falon’Din, is the only semi-coherent thing they can glean, before Selene finally gets into the driver’s side and they pull out of the driveway.

“Where are we going?” they finally manage to ask.

Selene lets out a breath.

“To Eda’s place,” she tells them.

Uthvir perks up a little bit, at that. Eda’s place! That’s out in the wilderness. They haven’t been there since last summer, because one of the dragons had a new nest and she doesn’t know Uthvir too well and gets nervous around strangers, and by the time the hatching started, it was only a few days until school began. But now they’re going? Just after the first day?

“Is Eda okay?” they check. They like Eda. Spider-Man says she’s his daughter, even, so she’s extra important, and unlike with most people, there actually seems to be a reason for it.

“Eda’s okay,” Selene confirms. “Everyone’s... most everyone is okay.”

Her hands tighten on the steering wheel for a minute.

Uthvir goes quiet, nervous and uncertain, but a little more optimistic now. Eda’s house is the coolest place, possibly ever, even though it’s too far away for the internet to work. They’re glad they remembered to bring their games with them. Eda likes to play, and it can get a little boring at night, if they end up staying over.

They glance out the window, and watch the road drift by; and wonder what’s so dangerous about Andruil, that they’re basically fleeing town.