#please beat that old crusty bitch

[slutfortheeclaymore]

Drew just ended that old bag of shit!!! 😂😂😂 And please, tell me when starts lying. I’ll wait… Oh that’s right, you can’t! 🤷🏻‍♀️

[thot-writes]

girlies idk if any of nyall have played tailor tales but im playing it rn bc apparently this one dude (dimitri) is supposed to be “””submissive””” but …. i have so many thoughts abt this im gonna rant

SPOILERS FOR TAILOR TALES DIMITRI ROUTE

ok im not finished yet but im in the climax (haha) of the story and girls girls girls i am so fuckin peeved off

first of all!!! 1) i would not call this a submissive route by a long shot. it still has every single otome trope of “omg he’s a man…” “he so tall and strong 😳😳” “it’s kinda weird that im 4 years older than him 😖”

like yes he’s shy and blushes a lot but that’s lichrally like the only submissive trait about him? once he gets horned up he “”switches your positions”” and becomes dominant, holding ur wrists down and shit and im sitting here tapping my watch like that judge judy gif waiting for an opportunity to be a dominant MC in my dominant MC route. like what?? who could possibly think that he’s submissive in this route??

2) when MC’s crusty ex boyfriend & his gf come harassing the MC for some reason her dumb ass thinks it’s “a bit excessive” to get security cameras inside and outside her boutique?? bitch huh?? they’re sending u mail and wrecking ur flowers and shredding ur packages and u think it’s a bit excessive??? first one to die in a horror movie syndrome right here girls

3) i get that some people like this but i HAAATE the slow burn “why am i jealous of him hanging out w other girls?” “why am i flustered when he’s shirtless?” type bullshit like im curious are people actually that dumb irl?? like babe ur either horny or in love it’s not fucking rocket science

4) on top of this, dimitri has shown very clear signs that he likes the MC. he even skraight up blurts out “i like you!” like despite the fact he retracts that and covers it up with some dumb “i mean ur a girl and i like girls” excuse im like PLEASE. USE UR BRAIN.

he takes pics of you, he blushes all the time around u, he likes it when u tease him and not ur alpha bestie sarah (god i wish we were sarah), HE HAS A PIC OF U TWO AS HIS SCREENSAVER, and MC is STILL like “wow… does he like me?? am i crazy??”

like yes bitch. ur crazy, but not for the reason u think. ur crazy for being SO DAMN OBLIVIOUS that even dimitri smacking u in the face with a neon sign that says “im in love with u” wouldn’t be enough to convince u!!

5) MC’s too polite 👿 when i think dominant i think someone who’s not afraid to stand up for shit when they think it’s right, and when dimitri gets slapped by his own mother instead of beating her senile ass into mince meat you’re STILL CORDIAL WITH HER???!!!

i’d be dragging her out of my damn shop by her karen haircut i can tell u that fucking much!!

6) on top of all that….. keep in mind that MC and dimitri have made out like four times at this point and just a few minutes earlier dimitri LITERALLY SAID “you’re special to me” SOMEHOW AIRHEAD MC IS STILL SURPRISED WHEN HE CONFESSES HIS LOVE FOR HER!!???!!!??

i seriously…. im … fucking seriously i couldn’t. there have been so many points in this story where im like “bitch are you dumb?” but this was takemichi-throwing-away-his-only-weapon-in-a-gang-fight dumb. as in i had to literally stand up from my computer, pace my room, and contemplate my existence because i just don’t understand what the fuck is going on in here on this day

i got so frustrated from that moment that that’s what spurred me to write this rant. i lichrally don’t think i could calm down otherwise because i am just in absolute awe at the sheer brainlessness of this MC. the current line of dialogue that remains frozen on my screen is “He what now?!”

also just an unrelated pet peeve but man i wish people who were horny for each other would just fuckin act on it more. MC is mad horny for dimitri and she just criticises herself for being a “horny teenager” when she’s only twenty-fucking-three dude??? does MC think that 23 year olds don’t fuck??? why is she acting like she’s retirement age or some shit?? fuck it, even old cunts in retirement are getting pussy! why does she think it’s so shameful to be horny as a 23 YEAR OLD???!!!

don’t get me wrong though. i still like the game, i love the fashion maker part of it and indie games w this much effort should always be supported imo. but im just disappointed that i went into this game expecting it to be a different spin on the same tired otome tropes we’ve seen over and over and instead it’s just regurgitating every single cliche

absolutely no hate on the dev(s?) this is just my critique of it— calling dimitri a submissive route just bc he blushes & can cook is a complete wrong move. he’s not submissive, MC is not dominant (just cheeky), and i doubt any predominantly dom fans would see them as such. the entire route gives me the vibe of “a predominantly submissive person trying — and failing — to write a dominant one”

no shame or shade if u can’t do that btw, we all have our strengths, im sure i would suck shit at writing a submissive MC if i were making an otome. but it’s like… either commit to the bit and learn how to write dominant MCs better, or stick to ur strengths and continue writing submissive ones.

anyway sorry for the wall of text i just had to vent my frustrations. it is SEVERELY disheartening to get ur hopes up for some good rep and instead getting….. whatever this is

that being said if anyone of nyall like fashion and don’t mind being a *cough* sub *cough* i do recommend tailor tales, it’s on steam for anyone who’s interested!

[ladydaemon]

SICK DAYS

kaz brekker x female! reader

A/N: Yes, I realize how cliché and very non-Kaz this is. I tried my best guys, but I am in the mood for fluff and only fluff so yeah.

Summary: After a night in the rain, Y/N has a cold and it's up to Kaz to take care of her, a difficult task indeed.

Warnings: swearing, really horrible writing, not proofread writing, just me spitting out Words™ at three in the morning

Dangerous assassins do not need sick days.

It was an extremely hypocritical thought, and Y/N knew it. She thought the thought anyway, because at this point, there seemed to be no aspect in her life that was not fueled entirely by spite.

"Please, for the love of the Saints, go to sleep, Y/N," Inej begged, forcing the woman back onto the bed. "You are sick. You need rest."

"I do not need rest, I need caffeine and waffles," the wheezing woman replied stubbornly, trying to get past Inej, who was blocking the doorway of her room. The Slat, usually thundering with noise and chatter, was silent as the grave - it was one of the rare days in Ketterdam where it was sunny, and everyone was either out enjoying the weather or enjoying pickpocketing someone who was enjoying the weather. "I am a grown-ass woman who also happens to be very good at using the bang-bang machines we call guns so please move aside, I need fresh air."

It was arguably entirely Y/N's fault that she was stuck inside in the first place - first, she had stayed out in the rain too long, despite Kaz's numerous protests. Second, she had, in a grave act of stupidity, gone down for breakfast the next morning. Normally, this would not have been a problem. However, on this particular day, her eyes were red and swollen and itchy and her lungs hurt and it was generally very obvious that she had a cold.

These were the deciding factors which led to her ultimate demise:

House arrest.

Though the fact that she was notorious for her spontaneous, impulsive, reckless, throw-caution-to-the-wind nature (along with the fact that Kaz, from multiple bad experiences he would rather not repeat, knew that she had nearly no self-preservation skills) probably had something to with it.

Also she apparently needed a chaperone. Which was probably a good idea, but Y/N wasn't about to admit that anytime soon.

"You are seventeen and you have a window, darling," the smooth voice of one Kaz Brekker, the devil himself, interrupted Y/N's feeble excuse of an escape.

"But Kaz," Y/N whined, pouting. Inej gave the man an exasperated look as if to say, See what I've been dealing with?

"Darling, you'll only have to stay here longer if you don't try and get better."

"Still."

Kaz, lips twitching in a very non-Kaz way, turned to Inej. "You can go. I suppose I'll play nursemaid."

The Wraith chucked darkly, already stepping out Y/N's window. "Good luck with that."

As soon as she had climbed out the room and was well out of earshot, Kaz turned on his heel and walked out. Y/N, thoroughly confused, took a second to contemplate whether this act was meant that she was officially free, or that she was supposed to follow him. Her question was answered a moment later when he called out, not sparing her a backwards glance, "Are you coming?"

She sighed dejectedly, following him up the stairs to hid room. With a flamboyant and smug bow, he opened the door for her. "Ladies first."

She rolled her eyes at him but entered the room nonetheless. Kaz closed the door behind him and strode heavily to his desk, taking the time to shuffle and order some papers. Y/N stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure as to what in the hell she was supposed to do. Kaz flicked his eyes up to her and jerked his head towards the black-sheeted bed that occupied almost a fourth of the room.

She stared at it for a moment. "You want me to sleep. On your bed. While you watch." It came out more an incredulous statement than a question.

"Sorry to break it to you, but I can't devote all my time to taking care of you, and I also can't leave you alone unsupervised while ill. This is our compromise," Kaz explained somewhat impatiently.

"I am not going to get in that crusty-ass bed, that, in case you have forgotten, belongs to my boss, AKA you. For all I know you sleep nude."

One of Kaz's eyebrows twitched. "The sheets were changed this morning. And for the record, I don't."

"Still not going to do it. That takes the creepy-o-meter to like, a thousand."

"You're a criminal who spies on brothels. This is nothing."

"Still not doing it. This feels fundamentally wrong."

"I'll buy you a nice dagger if you just shut up and get in the damn bed." Saints, he was already exasperated, and he had barely been here five minutes. A new respect for Inej found its way into his being.

Y/N went quiet for a minute, considering. "One of the serrated ones with the fancy gilded handles?"

"Whatever dagger your heart desires."

"Two daggers and a gun."

"One dagger and a gun."

"Deal," Y/N decided, plopping down on the bed. It still felt wrong, but she did need a new dagger - Wylan had blown hers up in a previous job.

She carefully peeled the pristine sheets and blankets away from the mattress, half expecting a dozen poisonous things to pop out. The only thing it released was the strangely comforting smell of wood oil and ink (and a bit of gunpowder, but this was Kaz Brekker we're talking about).

Y/N slipped beneath the covers, her head resting comfortably on the cloud-like pillows.

I bet this bitch sleeps like a baby every night.

"I can still beat your ass, Brekker," she mumbled. Yeah, she was sick, but she also had a reputation to uphold.

"On a regular day, I have no doubt about it. Currently, you are prohibited from doing anything that isn't sleeping, peeing, or contemplating life. Doctor's orders."

"Well, I'm going to go pee then. More freedom." She attempted to stand up from the surprisingly soft bed but the in the second it took for her to try and stand, Kaz, moving surprisingly quickly for a man with a cane, pinned her to the bed by her shoulders with an exasperated sigh.

"Just stay still. Please," he breathed.

"Get me a sweet bun and maybe," she breathed back, but didn't move. Despite her almost child-like demeanor, she was one of the original Dregs, here as a child even before Kaz. He had been the only one her age when he had joined, so naturally, she had befriended him (well, as much as you can befriend Kaz Brekker). She knew about his phobia of touch, and how much it meant that he was touching her, even with his gloves on.

Kaz released her with a sigh and stalked over to his desk where he rummaged around for a bit until he produced a small tin that looked abut as old as he was. He tossed it at her and she grabbed it, opening it to see some biscuits that looked as hard as rocks. "That's all I have, and all you're going get. Don't break a tooth."

Y/N sighed, staring at the biscuits mournfully before taking one out of the tin and gnawing on it. It would have been easier to bite on the barrel of one of Jesper's guns. "You're mean."

"You're acting like a petulant child."

Y/N made a disgruntled noise from the back of her throat, sinking back into the silk pillows and wrapping the blankets tighter around her. She had made no visible mark on the cookie, and had only succeeded in covering it with slobber. She put it back in the tin and noticed Kaz wrinkle his nose at her.

She doubted the biscuits would ever see the light of day again.

She watched Kaz do his paperwork, a surprisingly interesting thing to do. He had taken off his hat and jacket, and rolled up his sleeves. He even took his gloves off, preferring to use a pen without the ridiculous slipperiness of the leather. The papers shuffled in a soothing rhythm, and soon, Y/N began to feel less cooped up and a bit more relaxed.

Ever since she had been taken away from her family and thrown onto the tiny slaving ship, Y/N had always had a touch of claustrophobia (well, it was a bit more than a touch, but she wasn't willing to admit that just yet). The tiny room with a mattress on the flooor was really just a decoration at this point - she slept on the roof most nights and every waking hour was in Ketterdam, simply walking if there were no pockets to be picked.

Drowsily, she watched as Kaz scratched something out on paper, his face creasing ever so slightly. The pen made a nice sound, she found, and paired with the strangely calming scent of his room and the rustling of papers, it made her feel almost like it was rainy day, the kind where you curled up by the fire and read a book or cuddled with someone.

"I doubt staring at my face will help you fall asleep, love," Kaz noted without looking up from his work.

"Your face is the most interesting thing here."

For the barest fraction of a second, Kaz looked like he had short-circuited. The moment was gone as soon as it came, however, and he simply raised an eyebrow at her. "You're very immature sometimes."

"Thanks!" Y/N said cheerfully. "It was the trauma."

"Trauma hardens people, it doesn't make them softer," Kaz dismissed.

"I agree wholeheartedly. However, there's a difference between an excellent mask and incompetence," she replied. "Now come over here and show what's bothering you, I can see it on your face."

Kaz looked up at her, noting the fact that she probably wouldn't shut up unless he did as she asked. He rolled his eyes, hobbling over to the bed. As he sat, she could feel his weight pushing the mattress down.

Before he could say a word, she snatched the paper in his hands and began scanning it. "What's wrong with it?"

"The numbers don't add up."

She stared at the document for another second, then back up at Kaz. "Who are you and what have you done with Kaz Brekker?"

He blinked at her.

"You forgot to carry the one. The numbers don't add up because you... well, added them wrong," she explained softly. She looked up at him, concern crossing her features. "Do you need a nap?"

Kaz huffed out a breath. "I'm fine. You're just distracting me, that's all."

"We're going to ignore the fact that you think I'm distracting and instead focus on the fact that you have not slept in several days."

Kaz's nostrils flared slightly in indignation. Before he could speak, however, Y/N cut him off. "Kaz, I have known you since I was eleven. I'm also not fucking blind. Yes, I know you are essentially running a mafia at age seventeen. Yes, I know you are under pressure. Yes, I know there is at any given moment a bounty on your head. Yes, I know I am sick and it is technically your job to take care of me. But can we please just make a deal or a truce or something in which you get some fucking rest?"

Kaz was quiet for a moment before the corner of his mouth twitched. "Always the mother hen for everyone except yourself."

She was startled into a laugh. "What can I saw, I was a born hypocrite."

Kaz did end up getting a couple hours of sleep, even if it was at Y/N's insistence.

However, he almost regretted it when Jesper barged in and, with a gleeful cackle, found them both sleeping in the same bed with one of his legs pressed up against hers - Kaz's version of flat-out cuddling.

Almost.

[themoonandotherslikeit]

Painted - Chapter One

“Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.” - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Y/N has moved on, her scars are barely noticeable anymore, and she’s finally stable. Or at least she was.

10 years after the worst day of her life, Y/N found herself staring face to face with an unimaginable horror. In the wake of her worst nightmare come to life, she finds herself reunited with the man that saved her all those years ago - Agent Dean Winchester who had left her a decade before broken and wanting.

Dean Winchester has spent the last 10 years trying desperately to forget Y/N and the tragedy that he pulled her out of, but when she called asking for his help he dropped everything to come to her aid as he knew he always would.

Can Y/N and Dean solve the mystery that has resurfaced after all this time? Will they be able to resist the pull between them? Or will this be the final brush strokes on a canvas, sealing their fate for good?

No Beta currently, all mistakes are my own!

Pairing: Dean/Reader

Tags: Dark!Fic, Agent!Dean, Serial Killer Fic, Smut etc.

Chapter One

Everything has a color. To Y/N, violence was red. She pulled back her arm, her fist colliding with the heft of her punching bag with a soft thud . One, two, kick. She liked training alone, it centered her, cleared her mind. She didn’t have to worry about pulling her punches, avoiding the knees when she kicked. The biggest danger was the skin on her knuckles, which were expertly wrapped.

It all started as self defense, a way to ease her mind as she walked back to her Jeep on the dark nights, but it had evolved to something else altogether. She didn’t fight because she was afraid, she fought because she was pissed . She was pissed that she had to learn to defend herself; that other women did. She taught classes so that her community would be safe, so that they’d find less women abandoned in ditches beaten to death.

But when she was alone, it was something else completely. The why of the thing was a mystery most of the time, even to her. People used to ask her if she was afraid she would see him again. She wasn't, not really. But she kept fighting anyway, and she would be lying if his face wasn’t the one she pictured every time her fist collided with the bag.

The beat of her music throbbed in her ears like an angry heartbeat as she went for an uppercut that rattled the bag. She was panting, sweat rolling down her temple. Each hit was a beat of her heart, causing the bag to come alive. With each swing she made, it swung back at her. She was strong, and she wasn’t holding back. One, two, kick.

Her watch chimed to alert her that she hit her workout goal for the day, but she had more fire within her that needed to be extinguished. It was a long workout, even for her, but she had a lot on her mind. If she was thinking about the ache of her knuckles and burning in her biceps, she was less likely to obsess over the things she couldn’t control. So she hit the bag again and again.

The sun was starting to speckle through the blinds on the storefront window, making the sweat on her arms glisten like diamonds. She considered, just for a moment, how the coast would look against the purples and oranges of the sunrise. She could have a coffee and just enjoy the silence. Or she could keep fighting. That answer was easy. She didn’t have time to appreciate the beauty in life. She hadn’t for a long time. All of the colors had lost their brightness, the depth that he used to talk about so frequently. The thing that kept him mixing until it was just right.

She hadn’t thought of him in so long, so when the thought came to her, she didn’t react fast enough to the bag swinging back toward her from her last hit. It collided directly with her face, sending her backwards onto the mat. A loud, painful crack echoed through her skull as her nose collided with the bag. She laid there for a moment, groaning. She tried to sit up, her nose throbbing and her mouth filling with blood from the hit. “Fuck me,” she whispered to no one in particular.

Trauma was black. According to her therapist, there were different types of trauma. Y/N learned that they all could be sorted into one of three main categories: acute trauma that results from a single incident, chronic trauma that is repeated and prolonged such as domestic violence or abuse, and complex trauma which is exposure to varied and multiple traumatic events, often of an invasive, interpersonal nature. More so, there was capital T trauma and what she called little t trauma . Capital T was the big stuff, the stuff that wrecks a person in an irreparable way. Little t was less so. It is possible for a traumatized person to get over a little t trauma.

In Y/N’s life she’d seen her fair share of trauma. Probably more than a thirty-three year old woman should’ve. She’d seen trauma happen to others, happen to herself, and continue to happen in case after case that she worked. She saw trauma that others didn’t. The kind of trauma that couldn’t be seen from the outside. The kind of trauma that a person inflicts upon themselves.

She was always told that trauma healed over time, like a bruise, but for her, trauma was a cut that kept reopening. It was a scab that she couldn’t stop picking at, a bruise that seemed to deepen to a darker purple before it ever yellowed. Her eyes stung from the hit, and she wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

The only way she knew how to heal was to move on, leave the trauma behind. Her therapist told her to imagine herself placing the memories in a box and locking them away. Sometimes, when she was alone, she could hear that box screaming, banging, and begging to be opened. She resisted the urge, especially today.

She forced herself to stand, her head spinning. She leaned against the wall to regain her balance before she walked out to her car, her head tilted back. She could feel the blood roll down the back of her throat since it was unable to escape her nostril. She’d be pissed if she broke her nose, but, from what she could tell, it seemed intact even though it hurt like a bitch.

Her headphones were askew, but still playing her workout mix. She adjusted them and spit some blood from her mouth. She wouldn’t be thwarted by a fall; no, she wouldn’t be taken down so easily. If she fell in the gym and no one was there to witness her humiliation, did she even fall? The answer to that depended on if anyone would notice her bruised nose after the fact. If they didn’t, as far as she was concerned, she had a perfect refreshing work out with no issues whatsoever. Maybe with enough makeup her secret would remain her own.

10 years earlier

The sound of his paintbrush swiping delicately against canvas was soothing to Y/N. She sat on the edge of the bed, atop black satin sheets, resting on her hands, her back arched and her legs spread just right. Her long strawberry hair fell down her shoulders in loose waves onto the sheets.

“Just like that,” Lucifer murmured, a blonde wave falling into his eye. He was focused, his tongue partially out of his mouth, his eyebrows knitted together. She wasn’t able to see the painting from her vantage point, but she knew what it was. It was always the same. I just can’t get you right, he’d complain, his voice laced with pain and disdain. She thought he made her more beautiful than she ever could be on her own.

When she’d met him, he was so focused on his art. He would eat, sleep, and drink his paintings. His clothing was speckled with oil colors, his fingers calloused from gripping paint brushes for hours on end. She found him sexy and mysterious. She was dying to know the man behind such beautiful pieces of art.

It didn’t take long for his obsession to shift from his art directly to her. He doted on her endlessly, showering her in flowers, candy, candlelight dinners. They made love constantly. He couldn’t get enough of her.

“Let me paint you, Y/N,” he’d purr between her legs. “I just want to paint you.” It took her weeks to say yes. She’d always brush him off, blushing and insecure. “You’re exquisite. Please let me paint you.”

She struggled to deny Lucifer’s requests when he asked as his breath tickled the inside of her thigh. It was hard to deny him of anything , if she was being honest. The first time she said yes, he arrived in her bedroom and asked her to drop the floral robe she was wearing. He’d seen her naked dozens of times, but she was still nervous, vulnerable, staring at him. She brought him a bag, insisting that he look inside before she disrobed.

He stared at the bag, confused.

“They’re body paints,” she explained. “I thought you wanted to paint me.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. They made love on the apartment floor, painting designs on each other's skin until she was swollen and wanting, gasping his name into the night.

When she woke up in the early hours of the morning, she found him painting her image onto a canvas laying splayed out, covered in swirls of sex and paint. “Don’t move,” he instructed calmly. She wanted to be angry, but she still felt drunk from being ravished, and his eyes examining her were sensual and slow. She watched his wrist spin and curl, and a chill ran up her spine.

“Lucifer, how much longer? ”

“You’re just so beautiful, Y/N. You know that, right?”

“No,” she murmured, and his eyebrows knitted together.

“We will fix that,” he promised. “You will always be this beautiful.” He was talking to her, she logically knew that, but from her vantage point she could’ve sworn he was speaking to the canvas.

Present

Y/N entered the code to unlock the front gate to her property, leaning half out her car window. Thankfully, her bleeding had stopped, but her upper lip and chin were still crusty with blood. She looked like a mess, if she was being honest, but the only one there to judge her was her chocolate brown pit bull, Castiel, and Y/N figured that Cas wouldn’t care much either way.

The iron gate opened with a groan, sliding to her right. She slid back into her seat and shifted out of park to pull forward down the driveway toward her house. It was modest, nothing too big or magnificent. The outside was grey brick, a two story home with a large green yard and a pool in the back. As she pulled up, she could already see Castiel’s nose pressed against the window, her head through the thick curtains. Y/N smiled, her heart warming at the sight. She wiggled her fingers at Castiel in a small wave.

Castiel greeted her at the door, his tail wagging excitedly. She knelt down to pet his chin only to be met with deep blue eyes and a pink tongue. “I know, buddy. I need to shower somethin’ fierce.”

She kissed his nose and murmured. “I’m good. We’re good.” Half the time she wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince. She locked the front door behind her and kicked off her shoes. Her arms ached and her heartbeat was still residing in her sinus from her fall. She let her hair out of the tie that kept it up in a high ponytail, letting it fall down her back. Her head was sore from her hair being up for hours. She massaged her scalp with a wince. Everything hurt and she couldn’t wait to wash her problems down the drain and start fresh.

Her work out clothes were discarded on the bathroom floor, the sound of running water and the steam accumulating in the air were already starting to soothe her. She took a deep breath in through her nose with a wince before stepping into the shower and closing the curtain behind her.

Y/N faced the water, letting the heat roll down her skin. The water ran brown from sweat and blood. She braced her hands on the walls of the shower to keep herself steady. She closed her eyes, letting the baptism wash her worries away. Time has a way of wrecking a person, she knew that much. It gave a false sense of security, a sense of growth and change. She spent so much time trying to put her past behind her, locked away inside of a box.

She opened her eyes and looked at the half sleeves covering her wrists and forearms. The flowers and vines twisting around her arms, climbing, and growing out of thick, pink scars - creating something beautiful out of tragedy. She had hoped, when she got them, that they would help her heal and forget. She could laugh now at that naive girl who thought anything would let her forget. Time heals wounds, yes, but the greatest ones still ached in the cold and the rain.

Suds from soap and shampoo swirled down the drain, and she reached down to turn off the water. She wrapped her hair in a towel and slipped into her robe. She could hear Castiel whine outside of the bathroom door, unusually unhappy with not being able to see her. “You’re good, Cas,” she called out, wiping the fog from the mirror. She examined her nose. It was a little swollen and already beginning to bruise. She cursed to herself and just hoped that it’d be dull enough that her painted foundation would cover it. The last thing she needed was to worry those around her.

Castiel scratched at the door again, and she opened it, her dog circling her legs impatiently. “What is your deal?” Y/N reached down and scratched behind her ear, eliciting licks from Castiel.

Towel drying her hair, she stepped out of the bathroom and rounded the corner. Her eyes were heavy, and her head pounded from the hit. She needed coffee, bad . As she turned the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks, her towel falling from her hand. Castiel whined insistently, nudging Y/N’s leg with his nose. She stared face to face with something so familiar that it made her gut tighten, acid crawling up her throat.

A painting hung at her eye level in the hallway near the bathroom. Fine brush strokes of pale peach skin, strawberry twists of hair splayed out on black satin sheets, flushed cheeks, parted lips, and freckled legs spread out, exposing a delicate pink vagina tucked between them.

Y/N stared at herself. Her eyes closed, her swollen mouth, her pink cheeks on a face and head that belonged to her. Her freckled neck blended downwards onto heavy breasts with dark nipples and a mole under the right that she’d never seen before.

Her knees were weak, and she stumbled back, bumping into Castiel and tumbling backwards. She fell, hitting her tailbone on the wood floors with a hard smack . Tears burned in her eyes, from pain or fear she wasn’t sure. Castiel came to her, licking her cheek in concern.

Anxiety crept into her chest, pressing down heavily. She gasped for breath and clamped her eyes shut. She pictured the box inside of her mind, thrashing and pulsing with anger, begging to be opened. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she forced herself to stand on shaking legs. She made her way to her bedroom and quickly spun the code on her safe, pulling her gun from it. She clicked the safety off and held it in front of her.

With each room that she checked she only found an emptiness that overtook her home with a heaviness that seemed to engulf her completely. Nothing seemed strange or out of place other than the large depiction of her naked body that hung on her wall.

She kept her gun positioned outward and pulled out her cellphone, dialing the number that she could never forget. All she could hope for was an answer, and as a ring met her ear she let out a sigh of relief. It had been so long, she had expected a disconnected tone. She pressed the phone closer to her ear as she heard his voice.

“Y/N?”

“He’s back.”

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Chapter Two

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This is so random and idk why I was thinking about it but... Hawkmetri hand kiss. Like maybe when everyone goes to prom together, they all start pairing off, and since Yasmine is out of the picture at this point, Demetri looks at Hawk and takes his hand & 'jokingly' is like "I guess it's just you and me" and then BOOM hand kiss. Or it could also happen during the prom photos they're all taking beforehand (bc I'm imagining this as Miyagi-Fang going to prom in a massive group) or maybe on the way into the building?? Idk I'm just a sucker for hand kisses and I would like to hear your thoughts

“Since Yasmine is out of the picture at that point” HA yeah, I like how we all seem to agree in the Binary Boyfriends fandom that there’s no way in hell those two would last XD

I can absolutely see Demetri especially giving Hawk hand kisses and Hawk’s entire face just goes REDDER THAN A GODDAMN LOBSTER and he starts stuttering and grumbling and being like “sTOP IT DEMETRI we have a REPUTATION to uphold” and Demetri, shit-eating smirk on his face as always, is like “Ah, but we ARE upholding it--by being the classiest ones here! No one is more suave than us, my dear Hawk” (going along with my headcanon that Demetri calls Eli “Hawk” when he’s roasting/teasing/flirting with him) and then he gives Hawk another little hand kiss and Hawk is just like “JXJNBIUBSDOVOYVSDYV”

Bonus points if this happens after Demetri and Yasmine have a big fight--like maybe they go to prom together, but Yasmine bitches about Hawk hanging out with them (because Hawk doesn’t have a date, and of COURSE Demetri invites him to third wheel because he wants his best friend around literally as much as possible since he got him back). After all, Yasmine’s reputation is already in shambles, and the LAST thing she needs is to be seen with the bed-wetting lip scar mohawk kid. And Demetri is like “Hey, that’s my best friend you’re talking about, and if you don’t like him being here, you can take a fucking hike” and Yasmine takes her corsage and just THROWS it in Demetri’s face like “Well, I hope you like going back to being a fucking freak who’s going to die alone, because you don’t have a prom date anymore!” and storms off. There’s a bit of an awkward silence for a while, and then Demetri turns to Hawk like “Well...I guess you have to be my prom date now, to save me the terrible embarrassment of having to go stag for the rest of the night after being dumped. Shall we?” And he just grabs Hawk’s hand and kisses it and starts leading Hawk toward the dance floor and Hawk fucking SHORT-CIRCUITS more than the crusty old computer lab desktop they worked with at coding camp.

Cue Demetri spending the rest of the night leading Hawk around by the hand and lifting his fingers up and kissing his knuckles and OBVIOUSLY it’s totally a joke, just “acting gay For the Memes” and to amuse all of their friends, OBVIOUSLY they’re not actually prom dates now--just Joke Prom Dates. And Hawk feels weird, because his stomach is all woozy and why the fuck should it be, if this whole thing is just an Elaborate Comedy Routine of sorts meant to make the school hoot and holler about the “gay karate couple”??? And then some slow song comes on, and Demetri’s like “Come now, Hawk, my avian love, let us dance to it!” You know, For the Lulz. Obviously. And Demetri pulls him out on the dance floor and the next minute he’s putting his goddamn bony, gangly hands all over Hawk trying to find where you’re supposed to hold someone during a waltz (like either of these boys know absolutely jack shit about traditional ballroom dancing) and goddamn it, if Hawk’s heart isn’t about to beat out of his chest at being this close to Demetri, at seeing green eyes inches away just glinting with smug amusement, like they so often do, at feeling his skin heat up a little every place Demetri’s long fingers brush up against his suit, at swaying in sync with Demetri in time to cheesy music. And Demetri’s humming along and insists on spinning Hawk a few times (which Hawk ABSOLUTELY does not enjoy, he will HAVE YOU KNOW), and at the song’s last Loud Triumphant Chorus, Demetri just suddenly full-on dips Hawk (when the hell did he get strong enough to do that??? Hawk wonders) and kisses him on the mouth. Once he processes what’s happening, Hawk shoves Demetri off because okay, that’s taking it WAY too far and he just GLARES at him and hisses “Okay, knock it off, asshole! I KNOW you’re just doing this shit for show.” And Demetri pauses for a minute, his entire expression just wilting, before he frowns and says “This was never for show, Eli. I just...I just figured you’d never want to do any of that kind of thing with me if it wasn’t just...just some joke. And I guess I indulged in it a little bit because I’m selfish, and I got caught up in the fantasy that we could...actually be something. But I know you don’t want that, and I should have respected that. I’m sorry.” And Hawk is just lost for words, because...Demetri was actually serious about all this??? And thought he was the one who wasn’t??? And how is Demetri so stupid that he doesn’t realize Hawk’s not pissed because Demetri’s getting too into acting gay--he’s pissed because it fucking hurts for Demetri to act like the concept of them ever being together is just some laughable joke???And--wait, why does that bother him so much?!

And then Hawk Moskowitz does his signature move--Flipping the Script like a total badass, and throwing caution to the wind. He sighs and grabs Demetri, muttering “you fucking MORON” before leaning up and kissing him hard (and he HAS to lean up, because fucking hell, Demetri is a goddamn snarky giraffe of a human). Pretty much the entire dance floor snickers and chortles but Demetri and Hawk just. Don’t. Care.

Meanwhile Yasmine roams the prom, finding the least-ugly guys going stag and hitting on them because it turns out being dateless isn’t nearly as fun and freeing as she thought, even if she ditched Demetri to Make a Statement. But alas, no one is interested in having Front Wedgie as a hot date.

Cue Aisha showing up out of absolutely nowhere, crashing the prom just long enough to give Yasmine another wedgie in front of the entire dance floor and then vanishing from the show again. Everyone begins to call Yasmine Double Wedgie. People are still calling her this at their high school reunion, 30 years later. Yasmine is not pleased.

[lailarain]

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR DANGANRONPA 3

This is a continuation of this post.

I'm watching Danganronpa 3: The End of Hope's Peak High School Future Arc for the first time.

Episode 6:

Makoto, you fucking genius. Then again, can't Monokuma just make that a new rule if he wants to🤨

LMAO MONACA THINKING SHE WAS CAUGHT🤣🤣🤣

BYAKUYA! I missed u🥰

WAIT WHY THE FUCK IS HE BRITISH ALL OF A SUDDEN💀

Wait Geko Gahara is what now😀

KOMARU AND TOKO YES I MISSED YOUUUU

YES OUR FAVORITE ULTRA DESPAIR LESBIANS ARE BACK AT IT AGAIN😎😎😎😎

HAJIME YES MY NON-SHAPE-KNOWING BRO

Wait....Izuru🤨?

Episode 7:

Monaca, Junko killed HERSELF. Makoto didn't do shit🤨

THE TITLE IS ULTRA DESPAIR GIRLS YEAH BABY

THE WARRIORS OF HOPE ARE ALIVE AND HELPING OUT THE UDGs YES

It's so nostalgic to watch my favorite dynamic duo fight monokumas with the megaphone again🥺🥺🥺

The way she says "neutralizing demonic teddy bears" like it's normal😭

"Unless you like it rough😏"

Okay wtf is up with Toko's voice

Toko's fantasies are WAY more awkward when animated. Whatever they pay Byakuya's VA clearly isn't enough

IS THAT ACTUALLY HOW SHE SEES KOMARU LMAOOOO

BYAKUYA SENSED HER BEING WEIRD LMAOOO

Can Monaca just stfu🙄

HOLY FUCK YES THE LESBIANS ARE HOLDING HANDS I REPEAT THE LESBIANS ARE HOLDING HANDS

"Don't you see? I was HOPEING to defeat you. I R O N Y."

YES NAGITO

"Leave me alone. G O O G L E I T."

Who's gonna tell Monaca that she'll automatically suffocate the moment she breaks the atmosphere?

Istg those two are SO gay for each other

Komaru and Makoto are such wholesome siblings😭

KYOKO BETTER NOT BE THE ONE TO DIE I SWEAR I-

Episode 8:

Wait did he just say the name I think he said😀

I don't even know what to say about this episode title💀

NO MAKOTO SWEETIE IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT😭

Yo why tf does the blonde bitch look like that🤨

NO THAT MOTHER EFFER BETTER GET AWAY FROM KYOKO😤

Did that peach-haired asshole just-

HOLY FUCK POTHEAD GUY NO

POTHEAD GUY KNEW KYOKO AND HER DAD

What the fuck was in that chocolate😀

The bitch killed the love of her life? That's fucked up, man.

Kyoko, we're in a pandemic. Don't lick saliva, he could've had COVID🙄

Kyoko tricked them? Man, what a badass.

Episode 9:

Wait, so if that wasn't an actual exit, does that mean she killed her love for no reason?

The building is underwater? This game keeps on coming up with insane scenarios, I swear

Okay, blonde bitch has officially LOST HIS MARBLES.

Makoto please don't blame yourself🥺🥺🥺

DID THIS BLONDE BITCH JUST-

Wait....SO SHE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO KILL HIM?

AND HE STILL KISSED HER WTF

Aoi and Makoto's friendship is so cute🥰

Kyoko's gonna die, isn't she?😟

KYOKO NO SHE SACRIFICED HERSELF KNOWING SHE WAS GONNA DIE AGGGGGGGHHHHHHH

BLONDE BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP HE JUST LOST KYOKO THIS ISN'T ABOUT HOPE

(No joke I am genuinely about to cry now. She better not be dead)

Episode 10:

Awwww I remember this is when she rescued him🥺

Kyoko really is with Atua now😔😇

"She died protecting me from myself" that line HURT, man

Awww poor Makoto is crying🥺🥺

Blonde bitch looking like he be POSSESSED or some shit

Wait what's that on Kyoko's body

how DARE this blonde ass motherfucker make Makoto bleed. Breathing the same oxygen as him was rude enough🙄

Bullying a girl Makoto? Not cool, Hajime Blonde Bitch

IT HIT HIM IN THE BACK OF THE NECK LMAOOO

Did he.....is Makoto....

Ohhhh He's keeping Makoto alive because he'll be trapped. For a second, I thought this was a redemption arc lol😂

Istg this guy is SO aggressive for no reason🙄✋

THE FACT THAT MAKOTO ISN'T ATTACKING YOU AND TRYING TO TALK IT OUT WHILE YOU BEAT HIM UP IS LITERAL PROOF THAT HE IS ON THE SIDE OF HOPE YOU FUCKING DUMBASS🤦‍♀️

WAIT SO EVERYBODY IS AN ATTACKER!?!?

Okay that's it this blonde bitch and me bouta throw hands for punching Naegi👊

Okay I know this scene is sentimental and all but how the fuck is Naegi still standing😀

Okay I wasn't expecting blonde bitch to cry this is actually pretty sad

WAIT SO WHO'S THE ATTACKER?!?!?

Episode 11:

I was wondering how they reacted to the outside world so this is cool

Wait why is ponytail girl smiling evilly😀

Suicide? Idk sounds unlikely to me🤔

Makoto is such a marder it's actually insane

MAKOTO PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE

Okay who in the literal fuck is the attacker tho

What the fuck is that video and where is Makoto I'm so confused rn

ARE THOSE THE VICTIMS?!?!?

WAIT WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MAKOTO WAS HE TRIGGERED WHAT'S GOING ON

NAEGI HOLY FUCK DON'T DO IT

WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIS EYES HE LOOKS LIKE NAGITO WHEN HE'S RANTING ABOUT HOPE WHAT THE FUCK

BUFF GUY IS ALIVE HOLY SHITBALLS

WAIT SO IT REALLY WAS SUICIDE?!?!?

NO BUFF DUDE DON'T GIVE IN TO DESPAIR STAY ALIVE

YES BUFF DUDE STAY ALIVE AND SAVE THEM DONT DIE

YES BLONDE BITCH GO SAFE YOUR BRO AND TELL HIM HOW YOU FEEL

NOOOOOOOOOO BUFF BROOOOOOOO

Wait IS TENGAN ALIVE?!?!?!?

(sorry about all the capitals)

Episode 12:

FINAL EPISODE BABY LET'S GO

Wait so is the video that forced the reserve course students to commit suicide and the one that made Makoto go batshit crazy one in the same?

Heh heh spiral eyes go brrr

Shy guy why are you freaking out what did you do

"You need to know the truth. I've liked anime for as long as I can remember" wow what a shock that the ultimate animator likes animation😀

"You're the exception to the rule and you damn well know it" damn shy guy

wait shy guy what are you doing

SHY GUY NO-

WAIT HE COULDN'T USE HIS TALENT

Did he just say eliminate😀

Shy guy what in the ever-loving fuck are you doing

BLONDE BITCH YES

Okay this is such an elaborate plot twist wtf

AWWW BLONDE BITCH🥺🥺🥺🥺

ASAHINA NO

SHY GUY DON'T YOU DARE PRESS YES

Thank god there's a timer😅

TOKO KOMARU NOOOOOO

WAIT MONACA TOO? SHE'S ALIVE!?!?!?!?

This isn't looking too good for Makoto and Blonde Bitch

WAIT JUNKO IS ALIVE?!?!?!?!?!

JUNKO CALLED OLD GUY OLD AND CRUSTY LMAOOO

Why do I like Junko so much

"Get over it, slut. We're dead😋"

WAIT THAT'S IT!??!?! IT'S OVER?!?!? WHAT HAPPENED?

Am I supposed to watch Despair Arc Now?

Okay I think it's over.

Next, it's time for the only reason I decided to watch the anime: to watch the despair arc for more NAGITO.

[ba-responds]

Catharsis (Villain!Deku x Fem!Reader) Chapter Eight

A/n: Sorry this is coming out later than expected. I stayed over a guy friend’s house for like 3 days this week, then it was a friend’s birthday, so I’ve been busy. This is the last pre-written chapter, and I’ve already started on the next! Enjoy. P.S. I kinda feel bad for Bakugo in this chapter...damn.

This story will contain dark themes! Please read the warning!

Summary: An unexpected death of a loved one can lead to a sudden influx of emotions. Those same emotions can become repressed, as denial and disbelief comes into play. In this time, one would seek a means of catharsis, a release from those strong, repressed emotions. But what would you do if that means of catharsis, the same release you sought so hard for, becomes addicting? To the extent, that you feel you can not live without it? What if it can’t live without you? **WARNING: This story MAY contain; bullying, suicide, depression, torture, manipulation, mentions of sexual assault, and MORE! You have been warned.

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Chapter Eight: Missing Persons and Panic Attacks

“----Swear to fucking…..’ll beat your dumb ass...ce of shit…”

You groaned as you slowly opened your eyes, not exactly ready to wake up. The cursing you woke up to continued, along with the music of what sounded like an old video game. Eyes adjusting to the dark room you were in, the first thing you spotted was jean-clad legs and a dark t-shirt, less than an inch away from your face. Smiling instantly, you snuggled deeper into the lap your head was rested on, breathing in the owner’s sweet scent. You heard a light chuckle, before a hand stroked down the back of your head, their thumb caressing the side of your face. You basked in the attention, peeking up at Izuku with a loving smile. He stared back down at you, his face mirroring the love you knew was on your face. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“How was your nap, love?” He muttered, using his forefinger to tilt your head up so he could see your full face.

“Perfect,” you whispered back sweetly, moving your body so you were laying on your back, head still resting in his lap. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a gravelly, angered voice.

“Stop with all that shit, and play the fucking game,” Shigaraki hissed, glaring at you and Izuku, then snapping his head back to the small television screen in the corner of the room. You sat up as Izuku took his attention off of you and back to the game like Shigaraki wanted. Stretching you arms above your head, you groaned lightly, body feeling stiff from the slightly awkward position you took a nap in. The three of you were sitting on the bare wooden floors as the two boys wanted to be closer to the T.V. they were playing the game on. As the boys continued playing the co-op game, you silently took in the room once your eyes fully adjusted to the darkness, smiling lightly to yourself.

The square room was pretty cluttered, the gray concrete walls holding shelves of books and games, along with some odd, clearly stolen knick knacks; the floor had heaps of old snack wrappers in weird places, clothes filling in the gaps in-between; the queen size bed was pushed into the far left corner, the foot of the bed holding piles of written journals. There was a T.V. and a T.V. stand in the far right corner, the storage space under it holding a couple gaming consoles; a dresser and vanity next to it, more random clutter on top of each.

Despite the mess, you loved it. It was your new shared room with your love. 

Your new home.

It was completely different from what your old home used to be; instead of the attempt at making the place feel homey and clean like your parents did, Izuku seemed to just want a place in which he can be himself.

Your parents.

It was hard to think of them. There was a ball of guilt constantly sitting in the bottom of your stomach because of them.

They’ve lost a daughter, just like you lost Izuku; However, this time, there was no body to bury.

Block it out.

You had claimed one specific corner of the room, the front left corner, filling it with your small amount of belongings; which consisted of a few books, your empty backpack from school (all of the schoolbooks and work haven been thrown out due to needlessness), a jacket courtesy of Izuku, and a spare bean bag chair. The room was bathed in the light of the neon colors on the T.V. screen, casting everything into a weird tone of blue and white. 

Blue and white.

Better than red.

An image popped into your head. A Designer t-shirt and ripped jeans. Brightly colored,  sneakers. Coily black hair, and dark brown skin. Brown eyes.

Red.

Block it out.

Rolling your neck to release some of the tension, you fiddle with the new black collar around it. The collar was pretty thick and a bit heavy; it being almost two inches wide, made out of a lightweight metal of some type along with a tubing of some sort. It was a present from Izuku the day you got here, nearly 3 weeks ago. At first it was rather uncomfortable, the metal at times restricting the angle in which you could tilt your head, and it often caused your neck to become sore from the added weight. You had quickly gotten used to it though, after it was put into good use. 

The purpose of the collar was to ‘keep you and Izuku connected’. Instead of having to wrap, what you now called his ‘shadows’, around your neck constantly to ‘connect’ with you, he could instead put some in storage in the tubing on your collar, so that you constantly felt him like on the day he found you, and vice versa. 

However, the feeling wasn’t as close to the day he first wrapped his shadows around your neck. While you could feel a bit of the burning pleasure from the collar, it wasn’t nearly as intense and discombobulating. At times, you craved the disorientating jolts, begging Izuku when the two of you were alone to connect himself to you once again, much to his pleasure. But, as is, you could only feel the slightest bit of feelings, it increasing and decreasing depending on how far the two of you are to each other.

Standing, you went over to your corner, picking up Izuku’s laptop on the way. Plopping down on the bean bag chair, you went to open the laptop, but paused before doing so. You knew it was against the rules Izuku set. 

No phones. No laptops. No internet. No outside contact. No leaving. Not without his explicit permission.

“Izu, can I use your laptop really quick, please?” You called out, gaining the attention of your darling. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, a frown appearing on his face as his brows furrowed suspiciously. Shigaraki muttered angrily, mad that Izuku paused the game to answer you.

“Why?”

“I just wanna check the news. See what they’re saying about my disappearance,” 

“Nobody fucking cares about you, let’s continue the game!” Shigaraki growled out, eyeing you as if he was tempted to murder you. You scowled back at him, sending him a cold glare. 

You despised looking him in the eyes. Those red shits disgusting you to the core.

“Go ahead. No logging into any of your old social media, or anything that could possibly link you to this location,” Izuku said, rolling his eyes at you and Shigaraki’s behavior. You and Shigaraki never gotten along since you got here. He seemed slightly possessive of Izuku, due to Izuku being his only friend; and you hated someone trying to put claim to something that was clearly yours. Now, the two of you were forced to tolerate each other because of Izuku, but that doesn’t mean you don’t annoy the other.

“Crusty bitch,” you muttered under your breath, loud enough that Izuku snorted out a laugh, but Shigaraki couldn’t hear you. Shigaraki’s head snapped to you suspiciously, growling through his teeth, before he turned back to the T.V.. You smirked to yourself smugly as you opened the laptop, it starting up automatically. 

Opening up a web browser, you typed in the local news website. You hummed as you searched through the top stories, surprisingly you found a series of recent stories including your name. Clicking the first article link, it brought you to a story named:

U.A.’s Class 1-A Student Suspected To Be One of the Many Dead in Musutafu Attack.

Under the title, there was your U.A. ID picture, where you were smiling brightly at the camera, with dull (E/c) eyes. You cringed at the photo; you could almost see the weight on your chest, how you seemed to not even want to actually be there. This thought caused you to shift your gaze to Izuku. 

He sat with his back mostly towards you; his eyes locked on the small t.v. screen; fingers flying across the gaming controller in his hands. His curly emerald hair framed his face in ways that made him look like an angel. His green eyes, which seemed to glow in the dark, held a sense of serene you haven’t seen since he was a child. 

You suddenly felt your heart clench while looking at him. His every feature reminded you of one person. 

Mama Midoriya. 

Tears came to your eyes, as you looked back down at the news article, attempting to read it, but your mind was elsewhere.

“I wonder what Mama Midoriya is doing. She must be so...heartbroken.” you thought, body slumping back into the beanbag chair, your throat clenching at the thought. 

You remember vividly what it felt like losing Izuku. The emptiness. The numbness.

The weight on your chest.

You could only imagine the pain that Mama Midoriya would be feeling now. After the loss of two children. 

You still remember the way she trembled for weeks after Izuku’s disappearance. She had gotten grief sick, to the point in which she couldn’t physically leave her bed, she was constantly nauseated and couldn’t keep any food down. You had been her primary care-taker for the following months; barely even going home for more than 20 minutes during that time. You used to sleep on the floor of her bedroom, too...scared to sleep anywhere else.

You knew she was depressed; it was clear with the look in her eyes. The way she would stare blankly into space after all of her tears had dried up. The emptiness. After you would get back from school, you’d immediately go to the Midoriya household, kick off your shoes, and get started on making a late lunch for Mama Midoriya. You had to have gone through at least two cookbooks of recipes, trying to find anything that she would keep down. After giving her lunch, which would inevitably be regurgitated into a bucket that was kept at her bedside, you’d lay with her in her bed; snuggling close to her like you were a child fearing a nightmare. The both of you would just sit there for hours in silence, until the time came for you to start dinner.

Then one night, while you were fixing your makeshift bed of blankets on the floor at the foot of the bed, after tucking her in and asking how she felt, Mama Midoriya’s soft voice muttered with slight hesitance.

“It hurts.”

And that was what terrified you the most. 

Those words. 

The words that seemed to sum up how you felt since Izuku’s disappearance; that summed up how Mama Midoriya felt; and how Izuku felt before ‘taking’ his own life.

Those words seemed to symbolize one thing for you.

The lack of a will to live.

And the thought of losing someone else was worse than the weight on your chest.

So now, you could only imagine how much your disappearance would make her pain worse.

Block it out.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Bakugo let out a shaky huff, stretching out his aching fingers as he glanced around his room. His nodded his head to the beat of his music, it blaring loudly in his headphones. His body was slick with sweat, his chest heaving as he stretched his arms above his head, trying to cool down a bit more before continuing his workout. He suddenly dropped down onto his stomach, legs out straight, his hands placed on the ground shoulder-length apart. Letting out a deep breathe with each of his push-ups, he tilted his head up, staring straight ahead to where his open notebook was propped up, re-reading his notes from class.

This was the only way he could distract himself. Working out, and throwing himself into his school work. Maybe he would be able to tire himself out enough tonight to finally get some good rest.

His felt his phone vibrate near his hand, but decided to ignore it. If it didn’t interrupt his music, he didn’t care to see what it was. 

“Inertial mass, the measure of an object’s inertia or….” he muttered to himself, red eyes flickering across the page. Finishing his 35th push-up, he paused, holding himself up on his forearms, and toes. He continued reading and muttering his notes to himself, before feeling his phone vibrate once again. Glancing at it in annoyance, he grabbed it with a roll of his eyes, pressing the button to display his lock-screen. 

7 New Messages From: Shitty Hair.

3 Missed Calls From: Shitty Hair

Heaving a sigh, Bakugo sat up, unlocking his phone in the process. Upon opening the messaging app, the two things he noticed right away was the three dots indicating Kirishima was in the midst of typing a message, and a wall capital letters. Bakugo lazily scrolled up the messages, reaching the first unread one.

Shitty Hair: DUDE

1 Missed Call From Shitty Hair

Shitty Hair: BAKUGO, ANSWER THE PHONE

1 Missed Call From Shitty Hair

Shitty Hair: PLEASE

Shitty Hair: DID YOU SEE THE VIDEO?

Shitty Hair: IT’S ALL OVER THE INTERNET

1 Missed Call From Shitty Hair

Shitty Hair: PLEASE ANSWER THE PHONE

Shitty Hair: ARE YOU OKAY?

Brows furrowed in confusion, Bakugo ignored the incoming call from Kirishima once again, instead choosing to click over to one of the few social media apps he had. Eyeing the little red number in the corner of the screen that indicated all of his notifications from the app, he growled in slight confusion as the number continued to rise every few seconds, as if multiple people were tagging him in something. 

Incoming Call From: Shitty Hair.

Ignoring the call once again, Bakugo scrolled down the newsfeed of the app, trying to find the so-called video that was ‘all over the internet’. Almost immediately, a video popped up on the feed, it having nearly a million shares, and only being posted an hour prior. The video had a sensitivity notification over it, preventing him from seeing the thumbnail of the video. The caption read:

I FUCKING KNEW U.A. WAS HIDING SOMETHING. SHARE BEFORE THEY TAKE THIS DOWN!

This immediately caught his interest. Clicking the option to show the video, he waited a second while the video loaded with a slightly disinterested look. 

The video started off with someone’s lock screen as whoever the person was started screen-recording. Whoever it was, clicked on another app which pulled up another video, which they presumed to press play. The video that proceeded to play wasn’t in the greatest quality, with no sound, and an awkward angle. It showed a destroyed, empty alleyway, the only movement being the fluttering of an old newspaper on the ground. Debris littered the floor, the wall of a building seeming to be concave, blocking the exit of the alley. 

Nothing happened for a few more seconds, causing Bakugo to roll his eyes. He eyed the timestamp in the corner of the video, it reading a date only a few weeks prior. The time of it being late morning. Something unsettled him about the video, but he couldn’t figure out what it was.

“This is probably one of those jump scare shits,” he muttered to himself, pressing the screen to exit the video, when suddenly there was more movement on the screen. What he saw almost took his breath away.

(Y/n) (L/n) fell onto screen, covered in cuts and blood. While her face couldn’t be seen from this angle yet, Bakugo immediately recognized her. She was still dressed in what could have been her U.A. uniform, but Bakugo couldn’t quite tell because of all the soot and blood covering her body. Her body trembled as she collapsed on her side, revealing her face and the tears falling down her cheeks. Covered in blood.

Bakugo couldn’t breathe now.

His chest tightened.

He knew why this video was unsettling now. He remembered the date. 

He could barely focus on the video by now; the sight of the girl covered in blood and dirt will forever be engraved in his mind. But he couldn’t tear his gaze away.

Not my fault.

Another figure stepped into frame. Green hair.

Deku.

Perfectly alive.

All Bakugo could hear is a high pitched ringing.

Dark Tentacles around her neck. Tightening. Choking.

Her petrified, shocked, pleading eyes.

Despite the video not having any sound, he could almost hear her scream.

Her terrified scream

“IT’S YOUR FAULT!”

Not my fault.

A crazed, insane grin.

He was going to kill her.

Not my fault.

One last attempt to escape.

She didn’t know. She didn’t know about him. She didn’t know like how Bakugo had claimed. She wasn’t a part of this. Not until she ran away from the school.

Not my fault.

Shadows.

A scream.

“YOU FUCKING MURDERER!”

Not my fault.

Nothing.

End of video.

The phone dropped out of his hands, his hands shaking. Wide red eyes stared at the space the phone previously was for a second more, before his body scrambled away from it. His head banged harshly against his desk, but he didn’t even wince. He wheezed as he tried to suck in air. It didn’t work.

Not my fault.

His shaky fingers gripped his chest, his nails digging into his skin as if that would alleviate the sudden pressure. 

He couldn’t focus.

He couldn’t breathe.

His lungs burned for air.

Not my fault. 

Bakugo’s eyes darted around the room. He didn’t realise how late it had gotten, well past his bedtime. Too dark.

 His phone vibrated once again from an incoming call from Kirishima.

Not my fault.

Not my fault.

Not my fault.

There was a heavy weight on his chest.

“It hurts.”

~

[piss-hands-blog]

heyheyHEY u got that tasty,,, SHIGADABI PLANE OMO YOU PROMISED US-- Okay real talk tho. I love your work so much.? Like sure your fics are short but!! Thats fine bc i love them anyway. Please take my uwus

Aaaah thank chu anon

Here it is!

((Shigadabi omo! Pining and getting together, as well as the classic omorashi.

Omorashi = pants wetting, don’t like? Don’t read.

Fic is below the cut~

Please give constructive criticism! Thank you!))

“Are you all ready to leave?” Kurogiri calls out, waiting at the front door with all of the League’s luggage. All For One, being the odd person he is, had sent the five top members of the League Of Villains - Dabi, Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Toga And Twice - on a vacation for a bonding exercise. None of them had ever been overseas before, being in an illegal organisation and all, so they were looking forward to it. The only thing they weren’t looking forward to was the aeroplane ride there, which would take 8 and a half hours in total. Being stuck in a flying tube of metal all day wasn’t exactly anybody’s idea of fun, after all.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get outta here,” Dabi grumbles, followed by a cheery shout of “We’re coming, Giri!” From Toga. Shigaraki waits beside Kurogiri, tapping his foot anxiously.

“C’mon, you idiots, we’re gonna miss our flight,” Shigaraki groans.

“Calm your tits, Shiggy. They’re coming.” Dabi laughs, patting Shigaraki on the back. He smirks as the blue haired man glares at him, but looks away quickly when their eyes connect. 

Suddenly, Twice comes tumbling down the stairs, screaming.“Yes! We are on our way! Also!” His voice switches. “We won’t be out the door in the next five minutes. Oh, and we’ll totally miss our flight.” Twice stands up and skips out the door, with the rest of the league closely following, Kurogiri carrying their luggage. 

The car ride was short, and with minimal banter, as was booking in and entering the plane. Now for the hard part - 8 or so hours of hell.

As Dabi boarded the plane and found his seat with the rest of the LoV, he felt a twinge in his abdomen, which had been reoccurring since they’d left the house an hour ago. He debated going to the bathroom, but ultimately, he decided he could hold it. He took his seat next to a nervous Shigaraki, not bothering with his seatbelt just yet. It was 30 seconds before the League were all seated, and the speakers were blaring with the sound of an old man’s raspy voice.

“This is your pilot speaking. Welcome, passengers, to our flight from Japan to Hawaii! Before we take off, we have a small announcement. It is a rarely windy day today, and as a consequence of such we may have more turbulence with us. This should not be an issue - though, passengers will need to stay seated unless absolutely necessary.” There is a soft murmur that ripples throughout the plane, and Dabi sighs worriedly. This was going to be a long flight. There is a small chime from the speakers, and the seatbelt lights flicker on. Dabi rolls his eyes and fastened his seatbelt, hoping the take off doesn’t take too long. 

Luckily, with only a few bumps and mildly alarming sounds, they were in the air. The seatbelt light flickers off, and Dabi almost got up to go to the bathroom, before whipping his head around to look, and seeing the long line. He undid his seatbelt and pulled out his phone, waiting for the line to shrink.

“Oi, Dabi.” Shigaraki pokes Dabi’s shoulder. Dabi glares at him, 

“What do you want, crusty?” Shigaraki puts a hand on his heart at this comment.

“You know what, raisin? I’m not gonna tell you now.” Shigaraki sits back in his seat, a slight blush on his cheeks. Dabi flips him off, pretending not to notice, and goes back to his phone. He barely manages to unlock it before a chime sounds for passengers to sit down and put seatbelts on. 

“What? Aww, Giri, I don’t wanna put my seatbelt back on already, it’s too tight…” Toga grumbles. Kurogiri, who never undid his belt, just shrugs. Toga whines, ands straps herself in.

“They did say there’d be a bit of turbulence.” A passenger nearby mutters.

“I’m fine with putting the seatbelt back on!” Twice chimes, doing his belt up. “Why?” His voice changes once more. “Because I’d never obey the laws of safety.” 

Shigaraki, who was struggling with his seatbelt, groans in frustration. Dabi reaches over to help him wordlessly, not making eye contact. He could feel Shigaraki’s curious gaze on his, but said nothing as he sat back in his seat. He just managed to get his own on in time before the plane started rocking and tilting. 

Toga yelps out in terror, clinging onto Kurogiri’s arm. Kurogiri seems unbothered by both the turbulence and Toga. Twice is tapping his finger on his thigh anxiously, not saying anything. Shigaraki is scratching his neck furiously, muttering under his breath. Dabi is unbothered by the turbulence. He has other issues, like the fact that the rocking is making the liquid in his bladder slosh uncomfortably, worsening his need. He clenches his legs, waiting for the turbulence to go away so he can use the bathroom. 

The turbulence calms, and the plane goes quiet…

…before it comes back full force. 

Toga’s nails are digging into Kurogiri’s arm, as Twice continues to tap nervously. Shigaraki’s scratching becomes more harsh, and god, Dabi can see flakes of skin coming off his pale, blue skin. Crusty, he thought to himself, crossing his legs tighter. 

The turbulence is finally gone after 20 minutes or crying from Toga, muttering and scratching from Shigaraki, and Dabi crossing his legs, becoming increasingly desperate. The seatbelt lights flicker back off, and Dabi sighs with relief. He unbuckles his seatbelt and prepares to stand up and go to the bathroom, but Shigaraki stands up first and beats him to it. Before he can even get out of the seat, Shigaraki is entering the bathroom. Dabi groans and sits down, trying not to make his ever-increasing need obvious. He glances continuously at the bathroom door, waiting for Shigaraki to leave. He decides to pull out his phone to distract himself, scrolling through the latest memes.

After 5 minutes, Shigaraki finally comes back, looking rather smug. Dabi looks at him, raises an eyebrow, and then looks at the door. Actually, he doesn’t look at the door. He looks at the back of a huge line, waiting for the bathroom. Just his luck. Dabi glares at Shigaraki for a moment, and Shigaraki sticks out his tongue at him.

“Crusty bitch,” he spits at him. 

“You just wish you’d gotten up first.” Shigaraki pokes his shoulder as he speaks. Dabi goes a little red at the poke, and brushes the pale hand away. Suddenly, with the shit eating grin on Shigaraki’s face, Dabi is hit with a realisation. 

“You motherfucker.”

“Yep! And now you’ll have to wait for the line to clear up, what a shame.”

“I’ll fucking piss on you, asshole.”

“Kurogiri, Dabi’s threatening me!”

Kurogiri, along with Toga and Twice, is asleep, so they squabble back and forth for a few minutes. After a while, Dabi puts on his headphones to block out Shigaraki’s shitty insults. That doesn’t stop Shigaraki, however. He creeps up to Dabi’s ear, and whispers.

“Raisin.”“Fuck off.” Dabi goes red at the feeling of Shigaraki’s breath on his ear, and turns up his music.

“Hey raisin.” He speaks louder.

“What?” 

“Psssssh.”

Water sounds, classic. Dabi crosses his legs tighter. “Fuck off, Shiggy, I’m serious.”

“Aww, but just imagine how good it would feel, Dabi, to finally let go of all that sloshing piss inside you!” He chuckles. Dabi groans at the thought. He continues making water sounds in Dabi’s ear, and Dabi’s not sure how much longer he can take it. He clenches his thighs and tries not to make an audible sound. Shigaraki’s water sounds are relentless, driving Dabi crazy with every passing second. 

His bladder gives a particularly strong spasm, and he lifts up his hand involuntarily. He stops his arm just before it goes to his crotch, but it’s too late. Shigaraki has noticed, and has his mind set on one goal. 

“Ooh, you must need it bad, Dabi. Are you sure you don’t want to just let it go here? The seats can be cleaned, after all~ and it’d feel so good, being free of your full bladder! Just imagine that golden stream of piss, flowing down your legs, hitting the floor with a soft pitter-patter.” 

Dabi groans again, shifting and squeezing his legs together tight. 

“Shiggy, please stop, I’m seriously at my limit.” He goes red with humiliation.

“Please?” Shigaraki chuckles. “Who are you want what did you do with Dabi?”

Dabi taps his feet, squirming again. “Shut the fuck up, Shiggy.”

“Pssssssssssh.”Dabi groans. 

“Fucking bastard.” He can’t help it this time - He grabs his crotch, hoping to stem the flow that’s begging to come out of him. Laughing, Shigaraki continues his water sounds. Dabi grabs himself tighter, and his eyes widen as he feels a soft leak.

“Shit shit shit, no, not yet-“ he shoves his second hand on top of the first, grabbing himself desperately. “Fuck, I’m not fucking peeing here, no-“ but it’s too late. Shigaraki’s water sounds have stopped, and the grin on his face fades as a soft dribble sound is heard, piss begining to patter onto the floor. Dabi hides his face in his hands, essentially giving up. 

There is silence for a few seconds, where Shigaraki is stunned. He decides to speak up.

“Sh-shit, Dabi, are you-“ But Shigaraki is cut off with a loud shout from Dabi.

“FUCK OFF, BASTARD. YOU DID THIS.” He sobs as he floods his seat, his piss dribbling onto the floor. Dabi sobs in embarrassment, trying to stifle his groans of relief because god, this feels so fucking good. He sobs into his hands, hiding his face. 

“I- fuck, I didn’t think- I’m sorry, Dabi, I didn’t mean to make you-“ Shigaraki stumbles over his words, but Dabi is ignoring him. His stream comes to a stop, Dabi still sobbing.

“Yeah, well look at what you fucking did. Just- just fuck off.”Shigaraki sighs. He looks at Dabi with an expression of sadness and guilt. He puts a soft hand on his shoulder, careful to keep one finger away.

“Dabi, I’m sorry. I was just having a little fun, I didn’t honestly think you’d…“ he stops for a moment. "I’ll help you clean up, and we’ll never talk about this again. okay?”

Dabi sniffles, but brings his red face out of his hands. He looks down at his mess, and wipes his face of tears.

“Y-Yeah… I- I’m sorry for yelling at ya, Shiggy.“ Dabi offers him a weak smile, which Shigaraki returns goofily.

“Hey, it’s no problem. We’ll wait for the line to clear up and you can go change. Oh, take this.” He takes his jacket off and hands it to Dabi. “Wrap it around your waist, so people won’t see it. I can wash it.” He pats Dabi on the back, his thumb crossed behind his index finger. Dabi takes it greatfully, and notices a pink flush dusting Shigaraki’s cheeks. His bright blue eyes connect with Shigaraki’s crimson ones, and they lock eyes, frozen in time. Dabi grabs Shigaraki’s hand without thinking, and Shigaraki smiles and squeezes the hand back, still careful of his thumb.

“Tomura, I…” He starts, but Shigaraki cuts him off by leaning in and smashing their lips together. Dabi goes red, but he kisses Shigaraki back with desire. As the pair melt into the kiss, the years of pining becomes clear to the both of them, and they break apart panting.

“I love you, Dabi… even if you did piss yourself.“ Dabi can’t help but chuckle.

“I love you too, Tomura.”

There is silence for a moment, until…

“Fucking FINALLY! Twice, Giri, you guys owe me 20 bucks!”

[dead-inside-cx]

Izukus Week Part (2/2)

“Kaachan calm down!!!!!” Izuku was freaking the fuck out. He had opened up to Katsuki about what happened, and well he should have expected him to blow the fuck up. “I am going to murder that icy hot bastard. HOW DARE HE!!!” To say Katsuki was pissed well that was an understatement. He was seeing red. He was ready to commit murder.

“Kaachan please calm down.” “That bastard put his hands on you! He kissed you and made you cry. I will not fucking calm down Izuku.” Katsuki looked at his boyfriend. He saw the scared expression and reluctantly calmed down just a little. “Fuck fine. Stop making that face.” He hated making Izuku sad, mad or scared. Especially scared.

Izuku was quick to grab the boy into a tight hug. Katsuki hugged him back. “I know your mad baby but please...Please don’t murder him. He’s still my friend.” Izuku spoke softly. “Okay. Fine. I won’t murder him but I’m going to punch him in the face and you can’t say no.” He kissed the boys head. “Fine, one punch. But if you get house arrest I’m not cuddling you.” He could hear the smirk in his voice. “Oi you little shit I better get my cuddles or else ill tell Auntie.” “Wait Kaachan nooo! Dont call my mum!!!!!!” Izuku pouted at his boyfriend. Katsuki kissed the pout. “Cute.” He smiled at the blush that appeared on his boyfriends cheeks. “Meany.” Katsuki just laughed before frowning again. “Baby are you okay? And don’t fucking lie to me.” He saw tears well up in his boyfriends eyes and he wiped the few that escaped.

“K-Kaachan...I-I’m sorry...” Izuku broke down crying. Katsuki dragged him back to the bed and pulled him down into a tight cuddle position. “Shh its okay baby. I know its not your fault for ANY of this. Okay so don’t blame yourself.” He gently rubbed his back.

He was going to kill that bastard when he saw him next. How dare he hurt and upset his baby? He looked at Izuku. For now his main focus was to look after the boy in front of him. Everything else could wait. House arrest was going to so fucking worth it.

 ~A few hours later~

Katsuki left the now sleeping boy in his room asleep. He was on a mission and he was going to complete it. He did not fucking care. “Oi shitty hair. Where the fuck is that candy cane bitch boy?” Kirishima looked at the angry blonde in front of him. If he was being honest he was a little terrified, of how angry he was.

“Do you mean Todoroki? Last I saw he was with Uraraka and Lida. Are you okay?” Kirishima was worried. Worried that his best friend might do something stupid.  “The bastard is going to pay for what he did.” Was all Katsuki said, well more like growled.  “Bakubro you’ll get house arrest if you do anything! Didn’t Aizawa-sensei say that if you got another house arrest he would call your parents?” “Fucking let him. I don’t care; the bastard is going to pay.” Katsuki then turned and walked away. “ICY HOT. COME OUT HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” He yelled as he searched the halls. Kirishima watched him leave before racing to go find Aizawa. He had a feeling he was going to be needed to stop a murder.

Katsuki found Todoroki fairly easily. The bi coloured boy appeared. He looked horrible. This for Katsuki was the best thing ever. “You are so fucking dead. How dare you hurt Deku.” He growled. “Like you are any better? You treat him like shit.” Todoroki said glaring at the blonde. “I know that. I know how shitty I am to him but I am trying to get fucking better cause that’s what he deserves. You made him fucking cry you piece of shit! I JUST SPENT HOURS CALMING THE NERD DOWN CAUSE YOU HURT HIM!!!!” He saw the shock and surprise in the others face, so he struck. He punched the boy hard in the face. There were two sickening cracks, but Katsuki didn’t care.

Instead he jumped onto the boy that was now on the ground and threw punch after punch after fucking punch. He didn’t stop until he was pulled off. “Kaachan stop it!” He stopped for a second seeing his boyfriend worried expression. “Deku.” Was all he said.  “You said one punch not borderline murder!” “Well he deserved it for hurting you idiot.” He said now calm. Izuku went to check on Todoroki as Aizawa and Kirishima arrived. “What is going on here?” Aizawa said rightfully pissed off.

No one said anything. “Kirishima help Todoroki to the infirmary. Midoriya, Bakugo. My office. NOW!” Everyone nodded and did as they were told.

The two boys sat quietly in Aizawas office. They didn’t say a word. It would mean exposing their relationship to their teacher. “I’m already aware you aren’t directly involved Midoriya so you won’t be getting house arrest, however you seem to know what is happening. I want answers.” Aizawa was a little calmer now.

He watched the two look at each other before nodding. “The icy hot bastard deserved it.” Katsuki said. “Kaachan no!” “He hurt you Izuku. He made you cry, feel like shit.” This was new. He had never seen or heard Bakugo treat Midoriya with such well kindness.  He decided he would let the two talk first. “I know that but that doesn’t mean you can murder him! I must have lead him on or something!” “DO NOT BLAME YOURSELRF NERD! Let’s get one thing straight, you didn’t lead him on. If he got the wrong signs or if he thought that his little confession and kissing you without your consent would work he’s a bigger idiot than I thought.” Well at least Aizawa had some answers now. “But-““No! You have every right to say no. To not feel the same way. You were being yourself around him cause you trusted him. Which I know is hard for you to do. If he decided that meant you liked him or whatever the fuck he thought, then that’s on him not you.” Aizawa decided this would be the best time to step in.

“Bakugo is right, Midoriya. Whatever happened that caused this and you will tell me everything its clear it wasn’t your fault. If you don’t feel the same way about someone you have every right to say no and if Todoroki kissed you without your consent then we may need to have a lesson about consent.” He saw Midoriya looked down. “Twice...” He muttered. “What was that?” He asked. “It happened twice...” Well sounds like these children desperately need a lesson on consent. That was going to give him a headache and less sleep. Dam.

“Okay. So what happened?” He looked at Midoriya. “Icy hot and him were studying together. Icy hot said something about the way Izuku looks at me which for the record he better look at me like I’m a whole ass snack or else cuddles are revoked-“ “Oh my god Kaachan!” Aizawa seemed to click from that but didn’t interrupt. “Well its true anyways Icy hot confessed and kissed him before he could react or say anything. Izuku pushed him away I don’t know the conversation from there but the bastard said shit about me my baby defended me like the bad ass motherfucking boyfriend he is. He was then backed into a wall icy hot confessed again asking some shit about his love being enough? Like bitch no Izuku don’t want you, he already got a whole ass snack and awesome boyfriend aka me! So why would he want your crusty ass. The fucker then kissed my baby again; he made him cry as well. I spent so long calming Izu down. Then I went and beat the living fuck out of him for hurting my baby!” Katsuki explained. “Kaachaaaaaan stop being embarrassing.” Midoriya pouted but at least he seemed happier. “It's true though.” “Just cause its true doesn’t mean you need to announce it to Aizawa-sensei!” He saw the grin on Bakugos face widen a little. “I'll tell Auntie your being embarrassing!” Midoriya said feeling smug and it showed. “OI don’t bring the old hag into this!” The glare he gave wasn’t cruel. Aizawa had to admit this was a sweet little scene but he had a job to do.

“Bakugo. As much as your actions were in the right place you still can’t attack a student. You will be on house arrest for three days. Todoroki will also be getting house arrest. I do also have to call your parents Bakugo. I’ll let you explain the situation.” Aizawa didn’t expect himself to be so soft on the blonde. He was more shocked to see Bakugo just accept that. “Uhm Aizawa-sense?” He looked at Midoriya. “Can this stay between us? What happened and uh Kaachan and I?” He saw the worried expression. “Of course. I want you both to know that you will be accepted here once you decide to come out and if you need anything and I mean ANYTHING at all please do not hesitate to ask. I know terrifying it can be to come out, if anyone disrespects you once you do come out tell me immediately.” Aizawa looked at how the two lit up. It warmed his heart a little. They might be problem children but they were also sweet. “Go get your hand checked out, and then back to the dorms. I’m sure your parents will be calling soon Bakugo.” He let the two go and sighed. “I swear those two will be the death of me.” He said quietly. He also made a small mental note about Midoriyas trust issues. He would have to speak to the boy and find out what happened to cause these issues. He originally thought it was Bakugos doing but now it seemed like there was a bigger problem at hand. He sighed again. So much for taking a nap.

The couple left Aizawas office and went to recovery girls office. Recovery girl didn’t say much just glared at them before fixing up Bakugos hand. They were then sent off.

They went to Bakugos dorm room. “Whole ass snack really?” Izuku said looking at his boyfriend. “Well its true! I am a whole ass snack.” Izuku giggled. “You however are the meal.” Izuku blush and gently hit his boyfriends chest. “Stop it. Bad Kaachan.” Katsuki laughed. “Come on I want cuddles before the old hag rings. I’ll even be the big spoon.” He saw Izukus eyes light up before the two got comfortable on Katsukis bed. Katsuki would keep it to himself but he just fell in love with the nerd even more. And that is that little piece done. Does anyone want to see the parents reaction to this situation? As a little bonus chapter? Let me know and Ill write it up. I originally want going to have Aizawa find out about the two but then I was like fuck it and we can Dadzawa. Also I may or may not have set up a future story piece for Izukus past. Hope you enjoyed this little piece of the au.  Requests for pieces for this au are open as well as my asks, so feel free to ask/request something :3 Part one can be found here: https://dead-inside-cx.tumblr.com/post/190468485265/part-1

[kleenexwoman]

ONCE UPON A TIME IN OLD SCANDINAVIA

Men meet in meadhalls for more than meat and food. Friend and foe, Christian and heathen, all drink and eat side by side and share sips of Odin’s tipple. Aziraphale liked it because it made men mellow, and Crowley liked it because it could make men run mad. He advised Aziraphale against the fermented shark, and filled his flask with the mead-mistress’s gift. This brew was sweet, with spices instead of hops. It tasted like the honey Aziraphale had lapped from Crowley’s fingers in a Roman oyster bar. Demon and angel in the skins of man agreed to travel together. 

Denmark was damp, but the path was flat over pastures and gentle rivers. Aziraphale was much more relaxed than a Christian missionary usually would have been in the company of a spice trader. 

“You’re really not with the Vikings?” Aziraphale asked, as soon as they were out of earshot of any humans. 

“No, no. Someone else’s lot. Not that I have a problem with church-sacking, I’ve just been on assignment in the East. Messing with some prophet’s scribe, sowing doubt into the hearts of believers...the uszh.” 

“Sounds right up your cowpath.” Aziraphale miracled a fresh cowpat away from his boot. “What brings you out here, then? Last I remembered, you didn’t like the damp.” 

Crowley grimaced. “Gabriel showed up. Don’t like running into him.” 

“I don’t blame you--oh!” Aziraphale stumbled and swayed. 

Crowley caught him and helped him to his feet. “Alright, angel?” 

“My ears popped. Ooh, that’s unpleasant.” Aziraphale clung to Crowley. Crowley discreetly tasted the air. It had the ozone scent of a storm combined with an odd mushroomy funk that gave him an electric little shiver. He turned his head for a whiff of the angel’s skin. Roses and sandalwood, Aziraphale’s natural odor--nothing else, and nobody else. 

“Health and happiness to you, good men, health and happiness.” A wizened old man tapped his way up the path, stick held out before him on the road. One eye squinted beneath the broad brim of his hat. 

“Er, health and happiness, brother,” Aziraphale replied. Crowley raised a hand in annoyed greeting. 

“Got any grub you could share with a tired old traveler?” the old one asked as he levered himself slowly onto a rock. “Haven’t eaten all day, and these old bones aren’t what they used to be.” 

“We were just about to stop for lunch ourselves. We’ll be happy to share.” Aziraphale didn’t take his eyes off the old man, even as they sat. Crowley sprawled in the soft grass. The angel opened his knapsack and passed out the loaves and fishes. He’d made little sandwiches on dark crusty rye bread with smoked herring and that thick Danish butter that tasted like cheese. “Eat all you like. I’ve got more.” 

Crowley passed the mead around. The wanderer’s eye lit up when he tasted what was within. “Now that’s the stuff.” He took another long pull, and then one that defied physics. “This ain’t hooked up to the sea or nothing, is it?” 

“Nah, no nasty tricks. I just like having as much to drink as I want,” Crowley said. The wanderer grunted his approval and passed the skin to Aziraphale. 

A raven approached and gave a grave caw. “Hello, Brother Raven.” Aziraphale threw it a chunk of herring. Crowley watched him. He didn’t notice the other raven sneaking up on his sandwich until it was no longer in his mouth. 

“You b--” 

“I have more, Crowley,” Aziraphale interrupted him pointedly, “be nice to the birds.” It sounded like an order, and it sounded more strained than the angel’s usual gentle chiding. 

“--eautiful creature, enjoy that.” The mead made its way back to Crowley, who drank deep. 

Cool wind ruffled the grass, grey clouds darkened the sun. Thunder rumbled in the distance and resolved into footsteps. “I see you’ve found friends, Dad.” The new arrival was all barrel chest and beard, strawberry-blonde braids and a wide smile. “Beat me up the hill, he did. Don’t fall for his frailty. He’s as spry as anything.” 

“Thanks for the lunch, boys. You’re good people.” The old man let his son help him from the ground. He grasped his staff and pounded it on the ground, once. Now it was not a simple walking stick, but a sharp spear with a wicked point and runes of power writ in the wood. “But I’m still gonna have to ask ya to leave my worshipers right the fuck alone.” 

“I just got here,” Crowley said. “Honest.” 

Aziraphale swallowed hard and gathered his things up, slowly and deliberately. He would have liked to be a pacifist if his job didn’t occasionally preclude the possibility, but he was far from an idiot. He kept a small angelic dagger in his pack as well as a normal knife for cutting bread and the like. He listened to local myths with an earnest ear, and had managed to talk many monks into preserving them for posterity. “I’d rather not fight, if that’s all right with you.” His hand curled around the blessed blade. It wouldn’t kill a god, but it would give him a chance to get a few licks in if things went really cowpat-shaped. 

The beefcake in braids twirled his elaborate hammer idly. “I like a good fight sometimes.” 

Lightning struck a nearby pine tree. A branch blazed downwards and fell on the road. Aziraphale felt hot breath on his neck and an impossibly cold blade on his throat. “Got your Tweet, bro,” the newcomer drawled. 

Crowley whipped off his sunglasses. His slitted yellow eyes met the knife-wielder’s slitted green eyes, and he spread his hood. Everyone’s hand tightened on their weapon. The wind whistled an Enrico Morricone tune. 

Two mouths snarled, twin sets of fangs dripping with poison. Crowley lunged first. Loki’s body shimmered with scales and he struck. Aziraphale got to the ground and grabbed the knife the god had dropped. The snakes writhed around each other frantically, twisting and hissing in wild knots. 

Aziraphale found himself on the ground in front of Odin and Thor, clutching two knives. “Once again,” he said, “I don’t want to fight, I really don’t--” 

“Father!” A dark-haired man joined them, face long and stern. He bore absolutely no resemblance to the pale ginger gods among them. Aziraphale did a double take. He looked like Her. Had She…? “You called for my help?” 

“Tyr, you’re just in time for the snake fight. Look at ‘em go.” 

“Mmm, they’re not exactly fighting anymore, Dad,” Thor said. 

“Oh, for--Loki! Get your ass back here, ya big ergi slut.” Odin traced a sign in the air, and the mad knot of serpents was no more. Two slim ginger men lay on the ground, the green-clad lad with his hand up the other man’s black caftan. 

“Takes one to know one, bitch!” Loki hollered from where he was straddling a red-faced Crowley. 

Tyr pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose and sighed. Aziraphale knew he should be paying attention to the threat of a real fight or to Crowley’s distress, but that was the same gesture the Almighty had made...well, every time he’d been in Her office trying to explain something, come to think of it. 

“I’d appreciate if we could work this out sensibly without having to resort to violence,” Aziraphale tried again. 

“I’m willing to negotiate,” Tyr said, then glanced at Odin. “As the representative of Odin, Allfather and King of the Gods, of course. If he agrees.” 

“Can you get him to leave that demon alone first?” 

“What is he, your thrall?” Thor asked. Loki was holding Crowley’s wrists to the ground. 

“More like a blood brother. Don’t make me call in the troops--” 

“Don’t make me call in my wife and her girlfriends,” Odin said. “Frigga will kick your ass, and then she’ll kick my ass for interrupting sauna day.” 

Aziraphale dropped both daggers. “Give me back the demon and we’ll both leave your territory immediately.” 

“Withdraw your troops.” 

“I’ll...send word.” Aziraphale’s voice cracked. “Tell him to leave my friend alone, please.” Loki’s tongue toyed with Crowley’s, his teeth dripping poison even in human form. Aziraphale could see the sparks of flame as Loki’s saliva burned Crowley’s lips. Crowley hissed and writhed, cheeks scaled and eyes nearly pure yellow. 

“Loki, get the fuck off,” Odin shouted. 

“I’m trying!” 

“Don’t pull this shit with me, Silvertongue” Tyr growled. The earth shook beneath them all. 

Loki’s hands rose, and he stepped away from Crowley. “You never let me have a good time.” 

“Your good time usually results in monsters we have to fight later because you don’t pay child support.” 

“I wouldn’t be broke if anyone would sacrifice anything but burnt oatmeal and twine ends to me. At least I take the kids out, we spend time together--” 

“Riding your son in a horse race you bet on does not count as babysitting!” 

Angel and demon got the fuck out of Scandinavia together as the gods argued behind them.

[sduswdnd]

Campaign 1 Part 3

From part 2

When last we left our adventurers, they’d delivered their wagon of crap and explored the town.  They were told that an old 90s band were terrorizing the masses and decided to help.  They also were recruited into three other money making schemes and were asked to help Orlando Bloom find the man that ghosted him on Druidr.  After scoping out the hideout, they decide to enter it under disguise.  After freeing prisoners, they encounter the Rancor, who just wants to run away.  They spot a cracked out rat and follow it to the missing wizard, Knowing he’d been found out, he starts to spill his guts about the whole crafty tale.  He and a guy named the Black Spider, who wanted to steal the Wokscraper brothers’ timeshare.  They finish looting- I mean clearing the ruins before heading back to town.  

Part 3

“Hello!  Hello?  Is it over yet?”  Korrin comes wandering in with a full flask of whiskey and a five-foot frozen lemonade.  “Hello?”  He wanders into the ruins, looking around.  He spots a body in the crevasse.  “Hope I didn’t know that guy…”

“You didn’t.”  Baze stows his blades and looks down at the body.  He notices something sparkly down in the darkness and says, “Shiny!” and jumps down into the crevasse.  

Silvan says, “Shiny?” and jumps in too.

Korrin starts to say, “Maybe check forrr not…”

“Hey guys!  It’s a shiny!  And it’s stuck in the wall!”

Gerrol looks at the rancor (whose name is Roger).  “Well, you’ve seen these guys.  They’re gonna go ‘Link’ on this whole place and crack open everything that moves.”

Roger says, “No, I’ll never get my security deposit back.  Just take what you want, but get the hell out!”

Teiris looks around, noticing a censor bar near Iarno’s quarters.  “Hey, what’s behind here?

Korrin touches his holy symbol, then moves his hands, drawing mysterious sigils in the air.  The gold glyphs shimmer in the cold air then flash, seeking the obscured area, fluttering as the energy charges and darts into the darkness, then back to Korrin, circling him before compacting together, then exploding like tiny fireworks.    

Korrin looks at Teiris.  “Porn.”

Capt looks around wizard quarters, puts her right hand in the boxes, pulls her right hand out, puts her right hand in and shakes it all about.  The rest of the group is compelled by copyright to do the hokey pokey and turn themselves about.  

Because that is actually what it’s all about.

“Found some sparkly things!

Baze looks at the sparklies, and a strange look comes over him.  “A glassy, translucent stone, Carnelian is an orange-colored variety of Chalcedony, a mineral of the Quartz family. Its color varies from pale pinkish-orange to a deep rusty brown, though it is most known for its brilliant orange and red-orange crystals. Its name comes from a Latin word meaning "flesh."  In antiquity, as well as today, Carnelian is believed to help timid speakers become both eloquent and bold. Ancient Warriors wore Carnelian around their neck for courage and physical power to conquer their enemies.”

“So you’re saying they’re valuable?”

“Dibs!”

The last loot box is found and opened, and back to town they go.

~~~~****~~~~

Silvanhost and Gerrol drag Iarno to the town hall, leading the rest of the group.  Sildar looks up, shock and surprise on his face.  “You’re alive…” he breathes softly.

Iarno looks sheepishly at Sildar.  “Hey, bae…”

Sildar struts up to him and, with a silver gauntleted hand, strikes him, yelling as he strikes:

“WHO (SLAP) THE FUCK (SLAP) ARE YOU (SLAP) TO GHOST (SLAP) ME, BITCH (SLAP)!”

Mirea and Teiris snap in Z formation.  “UM HMM!”

Sil and Gerrol hiss, “Daaaaaammmnnnn…”

Sildar grabs his collar and starts to drag him off.  Iarno starts to stammer, “Bae, I can explain…”

Sildar cuts him off.  “Don’t you ‘bae’ me.  I found your Druidr profile, Mister Glasscock.  Ain’t nothin needs explainin…”

Sildar then looks at our heroes.  “This fool has a lot to answer for.  I have to take him back to his homies, but we still need to find Clockwatcher.  I can tell you he was taken by this idiot and a Drow called the Black Spider.  If you wait for me to take care of him, I can help you get Rackstuffer.”

Our heroes look at each other.  Maik and Baze fistbump.  “It’s whiskey and wench time!”

~~~~~***~~~~~

The next morning, our heroes check their messages with the front desk clerk.  Mirea had to get her armor mended.   She threatens bodily harm if we storm the castle without her.

Traxion pulled a muscle posing for AQ.  He’d be laid up for a few days but wanted to get his headshots done at the castle too, so don’t leave without him.

The group gathered up in the common room for breakfast.  “So, no Pockmarker today.”

“No Sockwalker.”

“So whaddayawannado?”

“Didn’t those folks that we rescued offer us cash or something?”   The group stare at each other, then scramble out of the inn.

Several minutes later, they’re in front of Nards’ home.

[Editor’s note:   Nards?]

[Author’s note:  That’s what the notes say.]

[Editor’s note:   Did they hate their kid?]

[Author’s note:  eh]

In front of the home, the young man comes to the door.  “Oh, no, we didn’t actually have any money, but if you check out our storage unit, you can have whatever looks good.  I think there was some jewelry and stuff.”  Discouraged, they leave. 

Back at the inn, everyone is draped all over the common room.  

“BORED….” says Gerrol.

“We told them we’d wait to storm the castle.”

Maik repeats, “BORED…”

Korrin looks up from sharpening his blades.  “Weren’t there orcs we were supposed to beat up?”

Everyone looks at Korrin, then to each other, then scramble out the door.

~~~*~~~~

Our heroes head east for several hours.  

“Are we there yet?”

Korrin hisses, “If you don’t stop, so help me I’ll turn this party around.”

Baze looks around and points.  “Do trees grow sideways?”

They all look at him, then to the area he’s pointing to.  There were trampled trees, dried grass, and a large green screen.  

“That doesn’t look suspicious at all,” says Gerrol.  “But let’s poke it with a stick.”  He and Baze make their way to the screen and poke at it.  It falls over, revealing a small cave opening.  “Hey guys…”

Suddenly, somewhere, the battle music starts.  

They discover a lone orc at a watch post.  Baze quickly dashes behind a nearby sunflower.  “Stealth!” he shouts at the orc, who spots him, confused.  Its confusion was more than enough to give Baze a moment to take it out.   He ded.  They hide the body under the green screen and enter the cave.  

Heading into the cave, they realize caves are dark.  “Who has dark vision?”  Three of them raise their hands.  “Cool,” Baze says, attaching an LED lantern to his head, effectively blinding the other three.  Deeper into the cave, they came across another familiar scent. 

[Editor’s note:  Waffles again?]

[Author’s note:  That’s what it says.]

[Editor’s note: Is this going to be a thing?]

The scent of waffles filled the air as they round the corner.  The brunch bar was in full swing.  Several orcs were in line for fresh waffles, while others loaded up on the free mimosas.  Two orcs see new arrivals and break away from the line. 

“Hey, you!  This is for card holders only.  Did you show your players club card at the door?”

Gerrol pats his clothes.  “Yes, I have it right… HERE!” he says as he shanks the first orc and joins the one-shot club.

The second orc looks yells, “Hey, I don’t think you guys are members!”  

Baze yells, “Stealth!” and hides behind the yogurt machine.  He then dashes out, slips on the spilled sprinkles and misses his strike.

Silvenhost comes up and yells, “No cuts!” as he slices the orc once, twice, three and down.

Another orc comes up to the yogurt machine, angry that it wasn’t working.  He turns his anger to our heroes.  Cap responds with an arrow.  Teiris tries to help, but breaks her bowstring.  Maik casts entangle, and ties up the rest of the orcs charging them.  

The two floor bosses come up, one of them a large one with a nametag reading “Axebiter-Manager.”  Korrin charges the manager, but gets hurt in the process.  He says he’s gonna heal himself.  Silvenhost whispers, “Touch yourself… slowly.”  They both recover hit points.

Teiris notices orcs going to the buffet with dirty plates.  She yells, “YOU NEED TO USE A CLEAN PLATE EVERY TIME YOU RETURN TO THE BUFFET, YOU BLOUSE WEARING POODLE WALKERS!”  The orcs in the area are stunned and embarrassed, shuffling away.

Maik preps to attack but hears Korrin moaning behind the party.  He goes to heal him, “You may feel some discomfort…”

“That’s what she said!”

Silvan and Teiris notice one orc trying to call security.  They intercept him.  Teiris breaks another bowstring.  Silvan snorts at her, then strikes the orc, taking him out. 

Finally, it’s just our heroes and the manager.  Axebiter starts swinging wild.  Cap and Silvanhost keep swinging at him.  Teiris tries to diffuse the situation with a joke:

“What’s the difference between a dirty trolley stop and a lobster with breast implants?  One's a crusty bus station, and the other's a busty crustacean.”

** crickets **

“You guys suck!”

The battle continues.  Everyone flails ridiculously, setting the salad bar on fire and destroying the yogurt machine, and but finally the battle is won.  Silvan lops the head off the last orc and ties it to his belt.

“That’s a bold fashion statement.”  Silvan twirls, then smiles.

They get back to the mayor, and the orc head gets tossed to the floor.  The Mayor screams,  tosses his cookies, and passes out.  When he awakes to everyone staring at him.

“Please don’t tell anyone I passed out, and I’ll give you 400 gold instead of 200…”

They all agree and head to the pub.  Cap gets sauced and says, “Bard!  Entertain us with a song!”

Teiris is happy to comply:

How does a bastard, orphan son of a human  and an elf, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot by the imperium By providence, impoverished, in squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

With ten gold he set out, leaving his father, got a lot stronger by working a lot harder, by being a lot smarter By being a self-starter, then Rockseeker placed him in charge of an escort charter

And everyday while gold was being taken and carted away Across the fields, he struggled and kept his guard up Inside he was longing for something to be a part of The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow or barter

Then a zaratan came, and devastation reigned Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain Put his sword in his satchel, connected his belt around And he killed his enemy, the ones that could be found Well the word got around, they said "This dude is insane, man!" Took up a collection just to send him to the main man "Get your education, don't forget from whence you came And the world's gonna know your name. What's your name man?"

Traxion the Paladin My name is Traxion the Paladin And there's a million things I haven't done But just you wait, just you wait…

And the pub goes wild.  

The next morning, they go shopping.  Maik finds a mysterious set of runestones and is drawn to touch them.

“Dude, if you touch them, you have to rub them.”

Maik backs away.

Somewhere, the Ghostbuster theme starts.  They head off to see the banshee.

On the road, an unusual feeling comes over the group.  They look out and see four wolves coming closer.  

Maik says, “I got this.”  He turns into a wolf, sits down and starts licking himself.  

“Now is not the time!” yells Cap.

Maik whines then goes to one of the wolves. They start sniffing each other, making friends.  The second wolf doesn’t want to feel left out and wanders over, joining the sniffing parade.  

Teiris shakes her head and casting Thaumaturgy, causes a small earthquake, scaring off the other two wolves and lowering property values on the coast.  Yay!  No blood, no report!

Off to Aggies!  Maik starts running, dodging Silvanhost’s attempt to hop on his back.  He does allow Baze to hop on and away they go.

[Editor’s note: What’s with Baze always wanting to ride Maik?]

Cap yells, “Don’t kill anything until we get there!”

Soon, they get to Aggies.  Baze wanders inside, begins getting hosed by the spirit.  Silvanhost cuts in, speaking in Elvish.  Gerrol starts translating for the group:

Silvanhost:  So… you come here often?

Aggie:  giggles in Elvish

Silvanhost:  (holds out comb)  I think you left this on my bedroom floor last time…

Aggie:  giggles more in Elvish

This goes on a few minutes longer, and they get the location of the book the sister needs.  Back to the town they go!

[Editor’s note: Well, that was anticlimactic.]

[Author’s Note: Yeah, but to be honest, if they had to fight a ghost, it would probably be a TPK.]

[Editor’s note:  That’s fair.]

Back in town, Teiris, Silvanhost, and Gerrol return to the temple.  The Sister bustles up excitedly.  

“Did you get it?” she asks.

 “Yep…”

She jumps with glee.  “Thank you so much, have some red bull!”  She eyes them carefully.  “Have you ever considered Scien… I mean the Harpers…”

Next up:  All together now…

[asteriaways]

Tagging Game

Rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.

I was tagged by @mxrcury-love ily boo

Nickname: Holy Crap I have so many it's not even funny- most of them are inside jokes tho lmaooooo. Okay, um: Lil, Lilstar, Logie, Princy, May May, Car Fucker (don't ask), Logie Poos, Princy Poo, etc etc.

Zodiac: Imma Scorpio and proud of it!!

Height: I don't even know ATM lmao. I'm average for my age I guess.

Last Movie I saw: Love Actually: I love that movie so much it's crazy. Like, I need a relationship like that! It puts you in the feels hehe.

Last thing I googled: Prices of drinks at Starbucks coz I'm a broke bitch

Favourite Musician: QUEEN DUUUUUH

Song stuck in my head: All I want for Christmas is You by Mariah Cary and Do Re Mi by blackbear

Other blogs: None this is my only one

Do I get asks: Literally never and it breaks my heart! Please send me asks I need friends ❤️

Blogs following. 500 something I dunno

Amount of sleep: Depends on how I'm feeling. If I'm feeling down, 2-3 hours max. If I'm okay, 5-6 hours. I'm an unhealthy nocturnal person.

Lucky number: 28

What I'm wearing: jean shorts, socks, grey t shirt. Hair in messy bun 🤷🏼‍♀️

Dream Job: Actress or a Bassist like Deaky.

Dream trip: Greece and surrounding islands!!!!

Favourite food: Lemon flavoured gelato I'm basic okay

Play any instruments: Yeah, I play bass! I can play BoRhap on it hehe along with multiple other queen songs.

Languages: English just plain English

Favourite songs: '39, I'm in love with my car, Bohemian Rhapsody, Another One Bites the dust, my meloncholy blues, Do re Mi, All I want for Christmas is you, Invisible Man,  Africa, and many more x

Random fact: Um I write a lot of fanfics that never see the outside of my notebook? I also have a habit of somehow stuffing up headphones, it's like a curse.

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: um, okay, here goes?

The smell of old books, the salty wind blowing offshore, deserted gas stations at 2am, dusty Instax polaroids, cinema popcorn, the light of stage lights, the thump of a beating heart, vintage records, deep bass lines, expensive perfume mixed with sea air, the crusty sea salt in your long hair, headphones and huge glasses, messy buns with pencils stuck in them.

Im not gonna tag 21 people coz I'm lazy but here are some humans I love ❤️ 

@mxrcury-love @whothefuckisrogertaylor @some-back-ground-noise @a-night-at-the-0pera @avilliansdream @rogerlad 

[entomjinx]

Pain

Prompt: Say it.

WARNING! GRAPHIC TORTURE DESCRIPTION AND SOME HOMOPHOBIC LANGUAGE! IF THAT SORT OF THING TRIGGERS YOU, PLEASE DON'T READ THIS!

Pain.

That was all the pinkette had felt for the past three days. It ran through him constantly, but not once did he cry out. Not once did he whimper. Not once did he make any noise that would have given these fuckers any form of satisfaction.

It was around his wrists and ankles when he tugged at the cuffs.

It was on his back and in his abdomen every time he moved. They'd whipped and stabbed him when he refused to comply. They used special weapons to get past his scale like skin, and the pain was searing.

They hadn't even bothered to remove the knives.

It had numbed his entire body, making it tingle and itch. It had made him bleed, and it had left dry, cracking trails of blood on his skin, in his hair, and on his lips from the hundreds of times he's bit his tongue.

He didn't care.

The cold metal of the cuffs and the stone floor and the air bit at him the same why Gray's magic did, and the constant reminder spurred on his fighting spirit.

"It doesn't matter That it hurts. It doesn't matter that it's cold. It doesn't matter that the air is stinging my throat or that I'm starving, or that I'm thirsty, or that I'll never get this nasty mold smell out of my nose, because it won't mean anything. The whip marks will mean nothing. The scars that would be there will mean nothing. The hunger will mean nothing. None of this will mean anything, because Gray is coming to get me, and it isn't wise to fight an angry demon."

Three days ago:

There was another joint guild mission in place. Fairy Tail, Blue Pegasus, Lamia Scale, and Sabertooth had all come together to take down a dark guild. Kuro Kokoro had remained under the radar for year, building up both numbers and strength. Those who'd faced them had compared them to facing a group of demons. There were hundreds of mages in the guild, almost all of them S-class, and they were more of a threat that Oracion Seis could have hoped to be.

They had a plan. They were going to flush them out and destroy them he same way they always did. Everything was going to be fine. Great. Wonderful.

Except it wasn't.

The group who'd gone was more than adequate to beat them all, at least they would have been if there wasn't a powerful teleportation mage. It turns out that they needed a powerful, lost magic user for an old spell, or rather an old ritual.

Specifically, they needed a fire dragon slayer.

The second everyone was split up, he'd grabbed the pinkette and taken him to their real base. The room he dropped Natsu in had anti-magic wards, and they'd eventually knocked him unconscious and placed anti-magic cuffs on him.

No one had been near enough to see what happened to him, but they'd known.

Natsu's precious scarf was on the ground, it's usual pristine white stained with dirt and blood, and they'd panicked.

Gray was angry.

No.

He was furious.

Natsu was gone, and everything had been a trap. They had captured on of the higher ups from Kuro Kokoro, and she'd been more than willing to tell them that they planned to bleed him dry for a ritual that they believed would summon a god or something. Gray had stopped listening after the bitch had said what they were going to do to his pinkette.

It had taken both Erza and Laxus to keep him from murdering her.

When Natsu had regained consciousness, it was to a sharp pain on his back. The sharp crack of a whip finally registered in his mind, and a snarl tumbled from his lips, "Did you just fucking whip me?" he asked, voice raspy from who knows how long he'd been there.

"Don't speak, dragon-child," The voice was feminine and gentle, almost tricking the pinkette into listening to her, "After all, you'll be dead soon anyways."

Several sharp pains started painting themselves across his back, and He decided to keep his mouth shut until he figured out how to get out of this situation. He glanced around him, completely ignoring the loud cracks as he planned an escape route. The magic wards on the wall would effectively keep him from using his magic, and the cuffs would stop it if he got out of the room. "I'll have to find out who has the keys." Suddenly he was jerked upwards by the cuffs. They were attached to a chain on a pulley system, and the woman whipping him had suspended him in the air to better reach his back.

"A regular whip doesn't seem to have much of an effect on you, does it, Dragon-child?"

The woman, "Not a woman, a girl," Natsu realized, walked in front of him with her hands behind her back. She had long black hair that had been tied back into a pony tail and a short stature that suggested she was around fourteen. He pale complexion reflected the light harshly. Her eyes were solid black, including the sclera, and he thin lips were stretched into a demon-like grin.

She brought her hands in front of her to reveal a barbed whip covered in enchantments, "Let's see how this does instead."

She had spent hours flinging the whip at him while laughing maniacally. The barb would catch every time it hit him, tearing new holes into his skin. They would bleed in small increments until his dragon magic healed him. The strikes gradually got more and more violent as the barb began to rip sections of skin off and she stopped laughing.

He hadn't made a single noise, and that had pushed her past her breaking point. She began to throw things around the room and screaming in frustration. Right before she left, she turned to him with the most hate-filled look he'd ever seen and hissed, "I will break you"

Two days ago:

It had already been twenty four hours, and Gray was panicking. Only the other slayers knew what Natsu was to him, as they all had their own. Slayers were special, and their magic created a special bond between them and one other. He couldn't replicate the word for it in the ancient language they all seemed to speak, but they told him that it was okay, as it was apparently a very difficult word to pronounce.

Gray wished he could. It was a beautiful, melodic word, and he loved it. He love hearing Natsu say it, too. It always left a warm, happy feeling in his chest, and even though it didn't have a direct translation, it's closest translation left the same feeling.

The stronger the bond, the stronger the abilities that could develop because of it.

Usually, it was incredible things. Things that would shock the duo when they figured out how to do it. Unison Raids, mind links, and emotion links were the most common, according to Wendy anyways. They had learned all of those within a week, shocking the other slayers. There were of course, other things they could do, but the emotion link was the strongest. Even before they'd realized they were bound, they had never needed to speak to each other to know how they were feeling or the types of thoughts that caused it.

At the moment it was backfiring. Gray had barely made it to his house before he was completely overwhelmed with pain. The ice mage fell to the floor gasping. He desperately grabbed at his side and as much of his back as he could reach.

Natsu never let his pain cross the bond.

"What are those fuckers doing to you?"

Natsu's eyes bolted open when they drove the knife into his side. He felt the unevenness of the tear and his warm blood overflowing from the wound, "They left the knife blunt." The same girl from yesterday was standing in front of him, her belt full of more blunt knives, "Great."

Apparently, the chain could do more than move him skyward. His back hit what felt and sounded like a wood plank after he flew into it. The force dislodged the knife from his abdomen, causing it to bounce against the floor with a clatter. The chains pulled his arms sideways as she stalked towards him, and a suggestive thought wormed it's way into his head.

Natsu wished he was wrong.

The second she as in front of him, she rammed a second knife into his right wrist. It took all of his will power not to whimper.

"I've had worse. I've had worse, I've had worse, I've had worse-"

Then it was the left wrist. She grabbed both knives, twisting them so as to tear at his skin and muscle. He heard the bone dislocate itself before he felt it.

"One of the left carpals," his mind supplied. The knives nailed him into the wood behind him, and she made no move to remove them.

Two per forearm.

Two per bicep.

Three per thigh.

Two per calf.

One per foot.

"Why?" The girl asked, she began removing and shoving the knives back into their spots, the wood making thumps with every hit and the blood squelching. "Why won't you scream? Why won't you whimper or grunt or anything," her voice had steadily raised in pitch, but Natsu refused to speak. "Why won't you break, you stupid fucking dragon bastard child?"

"It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts." The pain was overwhelming, and before the slayer could register what his captor had said, he was unconscious.

When Gray came to, he way laying in an infirmary bed. Erza and the others were on the other side of the room, clearly intending to both watch him and continue the search. "The pain's gone, but I can still feel him. That's good. That means he's alive."

"Gray," Wendy said joyfully, "Erza found you unconscious in your house. You really worried us you know." She began her routine, checking his pulse, breathing, and other things he didn't bother to pay attention to.

Everyone was staring, expecting an answer. When he broke the silence, it was with a single phrase that only the slayers understood the true meaning behind. "We have to find Natsu."

The first thing Natsu registered when he awoke again was the pain. it forced bile to rise up his throat, and he was only just able to stop it from exiting his mouth. "When did she take out the knives?" His eyes were crusty, with what he didn't know, but he pried them open. The wooden board was suspended in the air with the knives still in it, and it wasn't until Natsu bothered to look at his body that he realized what had awoken him. "I was still attached to the board when they raised it, and the reason I'm here now is because they went all the way through my body." Natsu shuddered, and he was beyond happy that he had been unconscious during the incident.

His magic may not have been able to leave his body, but it was still allowing him to heal at the extraordinary rate that slayers were capable of, although slightly slower. The cold of the room was affecting Natsu's injured body, causing him to shiver and the chains to rattle. The worst of the injuries had healed. The tears had been sealed together with the heat of his magic while they healed for real, the improvised cauterization only holding the skin and muscle against each other while it sealed itself.

The silence of the room, the cold, the pain, and the lack of contact made the tactile dragon slayer want to cry, "Gray, come find me. Please, come find me."

Gray had had enough of the questions from his guild mates. He had told them they were torturing him, and that it was terrible. It hadn't been on purpose; he'd blurted it when they asked him what was wrong. The pain had come back across the link all at once, and he'd fallen to the floor again.

It wasn't his secret to tell.

It was the slayer's.

Not that they seemed to care all that much once they realized what what happening to their "brother."

He couldn't tell one question from another as they were shouted over the crowd, but Rogue remedied that very quickly, "SHUT UP!" Everyone snapped their head towards the normally quiet shadow user. "It is a very long story and a very well kept secret on how he knows that, so I'm going to just leave it at this: It's a slayer thing, and Gray knows what he's talking about." The people just asked their questions louder.

"You said they tortured NaNa?" Wendy had whispered, but it was enough to draw attention to herself. Gray nodded, and the pure malice he say in the bluenette's eyes wasn't something he'd expected, "I'm going to tear them a new one." She turned and stormed out of the room, going to do who knows what.

"This is probably the wrong question to ask, but what the hell does that mean? Tear them a new what?" For once in her life, Erza was genuinely confused.

"It's Dravic slang," Gray muttered, "and I'm not sure you want to know the answer to that." He may not be very good at the language itself, but he could say for a fact that he knew the odd slang phrases and idioms that didn't translate after being around Natsu for so long.

"Erza would wash Wendy's mouth out, if she knew that she basically just said she wanted to shove her foot so far up their asses that she'd tear them a new asshole."

One day ago:

Natsu didn't hate anyone. Not even his ememies.

But this little girl.

This little girl was toeing over the line.

She had a pocket knife now, one that had obviously been sharpened repeatedly in anger, and she was dragging it in patterns across his skin.

However, that's not what made him angry.

This bitch had dared to cut up his guild mark. She had dared to destroy the thing that told the world he was part of a family. This bitch was going down.

The cuffs had only dug into his skin when he pulled at them, and he was too angry to cuss at her in Fiorian. At one point it got so viscous that even without the meanings of the words, she'd recoiled and left the room. She didn't come back that day.

"I can't feel any pain from him, but is that a good or bad thing?"

That was the first thing Gray noticed when he woke up that morning. He'd passed out again yesterday, but he hadn't woken up until that morning, when Wendy had forcefully woken him up.

She had shoved him to the floor and smacked a spell book in his face with the words, "Find him" on a post it note stuck to the front.

The spell book had detailed explanations on how to create different things between bonded pairs. There was a tab on how to locate them from anywhere in the world, and Gray realized that the blunette must have went looking for it when she stormed out. "I bet she hasn't slept any."

Normally, these spells had to be learned together. They would both have to learn it at the same time for it to be effective, but Gray would have to make it work. "Hang on a little longer, Natsu."

Present day:

Gray had done it. It had taken all night, a chunk of the morning, a new wave of pain from Natsu, and several screaming sessions, but he'd done it.

"We're coming to get you, love."

"Say it," the girl hissed at him. It was a wonder that the pinkette hadn't died yet. She'd cut him and stabbed him, and crucified him, and done everything, but he hadn't so much as let out a single tear. Not. One. The only thing he'd done was yell at her in a language she didn't understand for a reason she didn't know.

She was done.

She now only had one thing she could use to break him, and psychological torture often left the person unpredictable. if they were going to truly break him, they need it done in a way that would make him predictable. They wouldn't be able to do the ritual otherwise.

"It's a good thing he sleep talks."

"How does it feel knowing they won't come find you?" She started talking to Natsu the second she came back in the room, but he was pretty god at ignoring her. "How's it feel to know that your precious, Gray won't come to get you?"

Natsu had whipped his head as far in her direction a he could. "How does she know about that?"

"Oh," She said with fake sympathy, "Did I hit a sore spot?" The pinkette just glared at her. "I think I did." She took a step forward and and caressed his cheek, following when Natsu moved away. "Of course you'd be worried about a human getting wind of your bonded. After all, what would that guild of yours think if they found out you were a faggot?"

Natsu liked to be careful about what he said. He didn't like other people to hear what actually went on inside his head, especially since most of it was offensive, but at the moment, he was too out of it to care, "Faggots are cigarettes. Besides, several of them have told me I'm smoking before, so I think they already know." He paused to make almost the exact same noise of fake sympathy she'd made earlier, "Sadly, I'm not toxic, so I think you're a little off."

In all fairness, he should have seen the knife coming.

She growled and punched him the stab wounds. "Say you're not good enough for them." He didn't. "Say it."

"Hmm. Let me think about it," He paused in mock thought, "No."

"SAY IT!"

A hundred or so mages were following Gray when he stumbled and nearly fell. A new pain had ripped through his abdomen, and the ice mage was out for blood. He started running faster.

It hadn't taken long for the group to be noticed, and even less for all of the lower level mages to be knocked out of the equation. Gray had activated his Devil Slayer magic while he was running, and there was now a large quantity of mage frozen where they stood.

"We're here, Natsu."

Before the ice mage had found Natsu, he had known it was going to be bad, but knowing and seeing were different things.

Very very different things.

He hadn't meant to do it, but the girl who was stabbing him had been frozen at such low temperatures that the difference between her and the cold, musty basement area he was standing in had been enough to destroy her on its own. The chains had frozen with her, but they hadn't shattered yet. Gray willed them to, and he caught his pinkette in his arms to lower him to the floor.

Natsu's whole body was caked in dry blood and dirt, and his breathing was slow. For anyone other than a dragon slayer, it would have been an indication that the person was dying, but with him here on top of Natsu's slayer status, he'd be fine. He covered the worst of the stab wounds with torn off pieces of his shirt and pants.

Gray ignored the mess that was his bonded, and he placed a kiss on Natsu's forehead.

"You'll be fine."

Gray hadn't left Natsu's side since he was placed in the infirmary, and it was driving everyone else crazy. JUvia even claimed to have seen Gray in the bed with him. It had been two days before Erza herself had decided she was done. She kicked the door in, and saw something she never thought she'd see.

Gray was asleep in the infirmary bed, hair a mess and snoring with his arms around Natsu's midsection. Natsu himself was awake, sitting straight up with a hand running through Gray's hair. He was gazing almost lovingly at the sleeping ice mage, and Erza was openly gaping.

After a moment, Natsu glanced at her. "I scared the hell out of him, and I swear if you wake him up, I'll drop kick you." He ripped off most of the bandages, the injuries completely gone.

"Even Dragon Slayers don't heal that fast," Erza thought suspiciously.

Suprisingly enough, it was Laxus who gave her an answer. The Lighting Dragon Slayer had come up behind her while she focused on the scene in front of her. "The bond rights all wrongs," he said amazed.

"Huh?"

"Of course it does," Natsu spoke blatantly, "We wouldn't have told you that if it wasn't true."

"I didn't think it be like that though."

Erza look between the two of them, angrily, "Will one of you tell me what's going on?" They took one look at each other, and Erza knew she wasn't going to get an actual answer.

"It's a Dragon Slayer thing," They said in unison, and Erza's frustrated yell could be heard through all of Magnolia.

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[galaxy--supernova]

My Voltron Season 6 "livestream”

Ep.1

First line of season 6 went to Lotor -_-

HUNK IS PRECIOUS

H U N K

I still only trust Lotor only as far as I can throw him

Sendak u crust ass bitch why did Haggar bring you back?

Lotor fuck off with your puppy face

SHIRO MY BABY

              “He better not be a fucking clone” – sister’s BF

OH HAGGAR THE BITCH HERSELF

Shiro my LOOOOOOOVE

This feels more like hacking with every headache

HUNK MY CINNAMON ROLL

HAGGAR IN ORIANDE?!

ALLURA!!! LANCE????

OH MY GOD SHE’S RESTORED HERSELF

Ep.2

KEITH

              This took a whole fucking season to get back to?

“You’re my mom? How?” “Well you see, when a Galra crash lands on a strange planet and is found by a handsome man…”

WHAT?! LOTOR/ALLURA ALMOST KISS??? NONONO NOT IN THIS REALITY!!!!

YAY SPACETIME SHIZZZZ

Keith called her “Krolia”. I mean I know they did just meet but…ouch. She’s his mom.

Keith you sassy boy.

“It’s Sauron.” �� @pringlesninja21

PAST AND FUTURE

              SHIRO’S BEEN HACKED

Hunk = Tamaki THIS IS OURAN

OH MY GOD SHE CONVENIENTLY CRASH LANDED OUTSIDE THE SHACK

The mice!!!!

Awwwww Lance….

A BOY FROM CUBA

              HAVANA OH NA NA

A…turtle? This is ATLA?

Hot damn Krolia…

A DOGGO

OMG LITTLE BOY KEITH

IT’S BEEN 2 FUCKING YEARS?!

              I guess Krolia did say time gets warped…right?

“A teleporting space wolf” – @pringlesninja21

IS THAT ALLURA’S PAPA’S PLACE?!

 Ep.3

THE DND EPISODE!!!

HUNK ILU

“I mean they’re not, like, going anywhere.” “Savage” – @pringlesninja21

CORAN

SHIRO

SHIRO’S SEXY CRY I AM DECEASED I LOVE THIS REALITY!!! WE’RE BACK IN OURAN TAMAKI WORLD

“I’m gonna be a Paladin again” “BUT YOU’RE ALREADY A PALADIN IN REAL LIFE!”

“MAYBE YOU JUST HAVE TO KNOCK” OH MY GOD LANCE ILU GOD BLESS YOU MY PRECIOUS BABY AND KNOCKING AS YOUR ANSWER TO EVERYTHING

SHIRO’S TWIN BROTHER I’M DEAD AGAIN

“Be gone.” “Darg.” Josh must have had a ball with this episode

“STOP RUINING OUR FUN” LANCE ILU

“I wanna be a Paladin again” HE’S LIKE A LITTLE KID ALL I HERE IS “I WANNA BE RED AGAIN”

 Ep.4

Istg if Lotor and Allura kiss this season I will sue for emotional damages.

KEITH MY BABY

“LOTOR IS A LIAR” AND WHO THE FUCK IS SPURPRISED?!

WHOA KEITH DID AGE TWO YEARS?! I THOUGHT HE’D GO BACK TO NORMAL ONCE THEY LEFT THE WEIRD PLACE HOLY SHIT HE’S REALLY 2 YEARS OLDER SHIT SHIT SHIT

“Romelle”?!?! as in Allura’s old canon cousin who was a slave of Lotor Romelle?! SHIT THEY WENT THERE AND TWISTED IT

Was Lotor testing the Alteans to see if they could enter the quintessence field?

HE TURNED THEM IN TO CORN HUSKS?! WHAT THE SHIT THAT’S DARK I THOUGHT THIS SHOW WAS RATED 7+?!?!?!?!

FUCKKKKKKKKKKK I’M SUING

BEAT HIS ASS ALLURA

OH SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

SHIRO WAS HACKED I WAS RIGHT

 Ep.5

I love 2 years older Keith

Lol Voltron’s old creaky joints

“Surprise bitch!” – Keith be like

“HACK” THEY SAID IT

OH GOD KEITH YOU HANDSOME IDIOT DON’T FOLLOW HIM TO THE ABYSS

Oh okay I though Keith was going to touch one of the pillars and find out they were full of clones.

OH FUCK

OH THERE IT IS

OH NOOOOOOOOOO

FUCK ME INTO DEEP SPACE KEITH IS SO PRETTY THIS SEASON

 Ep.6

“I died” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT MY BABY FOR REAL I ALMOST FUCKING CRIED

Where is Romelle? OH there she at

Oh. It was a clone. I was wrong

              UGH. Well at least I was right about Lotor being a BAG OF CRUSTY DICKS

I love Coran this episode.

“More like Zarkon than I could have imagined” DRAG HIM ALLURA

Keith is gonna come back like “honestly I left you alone for 2 hours”

(watching Lotor) “Hi Yami Bakura” – @pringlesninja21

All 3 of those generals are like 

OH

OH GREAT

HE HAS ONE TOO

WHY DOES IT HAVE A TAIL?

“SHIRO” “Bitch I’m right here quit your yelling” – @pringlesninja21

LUDICROUS SPEED

KEITH IS SO PRETTY

“NOT MY BABIES” – Keith probably

OMG I need all the gifsets

  Ep.7

Oh shiz not the castle!!

The wolf puppy is so cute

Yay Kaltenecker!!!

Oh please bring Shiro back

Please please please…

              YES YES YES

“WE’RE GOING HOME”

[shenanigans-academia]

Sports Festival Arc

Okay so I’ve just decided to talk about each episode individually since so much happens in them and I have a lot of things to say that nobody cares about ANYWAY MOVING ON here you go!

Episode 14: That’s The Idea, Ochaco

•Can we talk about how Todoroki had the prettiest animation in the intro please???

•Aizawa shows up like I LIVED BITCH we love one grumpy crippled old man (reminds me of this English teacher I had who showed up to class after breaking 3 ribs and couldn’t laugh or move and was in visible pain while teaching, Professor Saunders if you ever see this please just take a day off my dude)

•Mido: “Mineta don’t you know how important the Sports Festival is?”

Mineta: “yes but I just don’t want to get MURDERED”

...you know what he has a point

•Jirou to Kami: “most people miss their chance and end up just staying sidekicks. You know what that’s probably what’ll happen to you. You’re kinda dumb” BRUH SHE DIDNT HAVE TO MURDER DENKI LIKE THAT

•Kirishima being so excited for the Sports Festival is so cute I’m gonna cry

•Ojirou and Hagakure are so fucking ADORABLE

•Uraraka getting all pumped up/ ragey and Mineta being ✖️Mineta✖️ and Tsuyu just straight up SMACKING HIM IMMEDIATELY I LOVE HER COLD BLOODED ASS

•“YOUNG MIDORIYA!!!...do you want to eat with me?” I LOVE DADMIGHT

•Todoroki eavesdropping on Uraraka and Iida talking about Mido/All Might: Secret Child Theories activated

Episode 15: Roaring Sports Festival

•SHINSOU SNARKY PURPLE BABY BOY

•TESTUTESTU!!! loving the other classes showing up like fuck y’all 1A bitchass nerds right now honestly

•Kiri stop thirsting for Bakugou when he’s being an ass we get it, you’re gay and love an angry Pomeranian also WHY ARE YOU JUST STRAIGHT UP JUMPING OFF A BUILDING BOI WHAT IS YOU DOIIINNNNGGGGG ROCKS CAN STILL B R E A K

•Todoroki you dramatic hoe I love you but just. Take a nap. “We’Re nOt hEre To MakE FriEnDs” bitch you soft, shut up

•I’m genuinely curious what exactly is Midnight’s quirk? She’s the “R rated Pro Hero” but like...what is it? Is she just Super Sexy? Is it the pheromone thing that makes people think she’s sexy/ feeling aroused? Like what is her power exactly?

•”I just wanna say...I’m gonna win” KACCHAN HONEY WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

•Todoroki freezing EVERYTHING and being unimpressed by the giant robots sweetie you’re so extra

•Birth of Icy Hot Bastard nickname

•Mineta got fuckin MURKED MAN lmao at least he tried

•Mama Midoriya is Best Mom she worries so much

Episode 16: In Their Own Quirky Ways

•KIRI BREAKING THROUGH THE FUCKING ROBOT SCREAMING IM ALIVE HOLY FUCK (Also Testu bursting through too. Intro to the Hard Boi Twins)

•Lets go Sero and Tokoyami!!

•All Might’s little YES watching Mido using the robot part as a launcher for the explosion warms my heart he’s so proud of his boy

•MIDO vs. TODO vs. BAKU YES BITCH ITS THE BOYS

•”THIS JUST IN ERASURE HEAD IS A TERRIBLE TEACHER” “wait wHAT” I love 2 chaotic teachers

•Shiggy you’re gross please invest in some cortisone skin cream it majorly helps my eczema it can help you too sweetie

•”the 1st place winner is worth...10 MILLION” Everybody around Mido: Activate Instant Kill

Midoriya my boy rUN

Episode 17: Strategy, Strategy, Strategy

•”Wait, remind me of your quirks again. And your names” Bakugou I’m gonna kick your entitled ass square up babe

•Kiri we get it you want Bakugou to top you. Also I love how Bakugou’s just like let’s fucKIN GOOO SHITTY HAIR

•Iida I love your dramatic over-energetic ass so much

•”TEAM UP WITH ME PERSON IN FIRST PLACE”

“YOURE SO CLOSE TO ME WHO ARE YOU???” Hatsume please. Take a dozen chill pills

•Ah. There he is. Monoma. Rat Boi 3000. Let’s go babey

•MY FAVORITE BIRD BOYS YAMI AND DARK SHADOW COMIN IN CLUTCH

•Ah. Cue the Daddy Drama

•This game is just Kill Midoriya, huh

•Monoma is a pro monologuer and honestly? I respect that. But then again it doesn’t take much to get Bakugou riled up

Episode 18: Cavalry Battle Finale

•Shouji is a SCARY BADASS and deserves more acknowledgement

•no matter your opinion on him, Monoma is an interesting character and has a REALLY COOL QUIRK

•Endeavor? Just. Shut up

•Bakugou- I am powered by rage and nothing else

•”Has anyone seen Deku?”

Todoroki: tragic backstory time

Episode 19: The Boy Born With Everything

•Yo FUCK Endeavor lives, man

•Mido ”so why did you bring me here”

Todo ”...soooo THIS IS THE STORY ALL ABOUT WHY I’m depressed/ also are you All Might’s secret love child or something?”

•Okay but All Might asking Endeavor on how to raise a powerful child I’m cackling. But the more Enji talks, the more All Might’s just like “what the fuck are you doing to your kid??”

•Todoroki’s whole monologue is literally just him over sharing and rambling about his trauma I love it

•Bakugou why you being such a creep boo

•”He’s like a comic book character” BITCH YOU ARE TOO YOU’RE ALL LITERALLY SUPERHERO TEENAGERS JFC

•Midoriya telling his friends/rivals “I’m gonna beat you” is basically just his equivalent of “I have a crush on you” change my mind

•Kaminari. I’m disappointed in you. I expected the uniforms from Mineta but come on dude

•Ojirou is so PURE long live Tail Boi he is also too under appreciated and he is just. So good

•KIRISHIMA CRYING OVER MANLY MEN I LOVE HIM

•Kendo is best girl Class 1B

•”Uraraka? Who the hells that?” Bakugou don’t be fuKING RUDE

•SHINSOUSHINSOUSHINSOUSHINSOUUUUU

•Midoriya what did Ojirou fucking TELL YOU

EPISODE 20: Victory or Defeat

•Dadzawa activated, time to adopt a Sleepy Boy into the Hero Course

•Complete BAMF Midoriya has been UNLOCKED PEOPLE

•Poor Shinsou when he goes “im used to people thinking I’m a bad guy” I just couldn’t NOT think of Billie Eilish IM SORRY now I have Bad Guy stuck in my head YOU DID SO GOOD BABY IM PROUD OF YOU

•”Spooky IM A GHOST???” God I love All Might

•”Stop rebelling Shouto”

“It’s NoT a PhaSe DaD”

•Todoroki did you have to go so HARD BRUH WHAT THE FUCK YOU DEPRESSED SHOW OFF

Episode 21: Battle On, Challengers!

•Lmao get wrecked Denki

•Mama Kendo to the rescue come get yo kids

•Everyone at Mido, Please. Shut the fuck up and stop being CREEPY

•Midnight. Please stop lusting over your students it’s gross

•Hatsume played Iida like a fiddle and I’m crying baby boy tried so hard

•WE RESPECT OUR ALIEN QUEEN MINA ASHIDO

•Poor Momo

•KIRI vs. TESTU I LOVE HARD BOI TWINS

•Bakubabe you’re so UGLY I can’t why is your face like that

Episode 22: Bakugou VS. Uraraka

•”Pink Cheeks” Bakugou just learn your classmates names it’s not that hard

•Ochaco is so fucking STRONG

•”like I always suspected. Bakugou’s a total sadist” sometimes Mineta is just. Accurate.

•Can we please talk about how Aizawa was just like “The FUCK are y’all talking about Bakugou is doing what he’s supposed to do in these games it doesn’t matter if his opponents a girl or not y’all are DUMB” like THANK YOU AIZAWA

•Mic has no chill I miss him real talk we don’t get enough Present Mic

•”You’re wrong Kacchan” YOU TELL HIM MIDO

•Bakubitch may be a little much sometimes and I get why a lot of people don’t like him but he does understand his classmates ARE also strong and powerful and you know he respects them in his own weird way even though he’ll never admit it

•KIRI WINS THE ARM WRESTLING MATCH THATS MY FAVORITE BOY

•We love supportive parents (Ochaco’s parents. Fuck Endeavor. Just leave these kids aloonnneeeee you asshat)

•MIDO vs. TODO LETS GO BOYYSSS

•”I’m not worried about a couple of kids” you’re clearly not worried about your crusty skin either Shiggy learn some priorities

Episode 23: Shoto Todoroki: Origin

•IT’S SHOUTO TIME YALL

•All that power in one little fucking finger what the FUCK Mido also PLEASE STOP BREAKING YOUR BONES “I’ve only got 6 more chances” well there go your fucking hands my dude

•Aaaaand there goes your arm

•”You haven’t been able to put a single scratch on me yet, Todoroki” you’re doing a pretty good job of that by yourself Midoriya

•Baby Shouto kills me every time IM GONNA FIGHT ENDEAVOR

•IT’S YOURS. YOUR QUIRK NOT HIS. ITS YOUR POWER T O D O R O K I

•SHOUTOOOOOO

•Shouji grabbing Mineta by the leg so that he doesn’t fly away oh my god

•Endeavor and All Might come get y’all kids

•Midoriya’s fuckin dead rest in fucking pieces you masochist

Episode 24: Fight On, Iida

•Okay but why is Endeavor such a fucking Brick House holy fuck absolute unit of pure shit

•”In his first match he looked so sad. I was trying to figure out why...” it’s because you have a crush Mido

•And the first of many scars appears

•Recovery Girl is right and she should say it

•All Might said Quirkless Rights send tweet

•AHH TENSEI NOOOOO

•Highkey completely forgot about Stain OH WAIT THAT MEANS THE INTERNSHIPS ARE NEXT I really forgot the whole timeline wow

•Explosion Boy vs. Shitty Hair I love competitive boyfriends but Jesus Bakugou

•Testu cheering for his new friend tho? That’s the content I love to see

•Legacy Children Battle (Iida vs. Todoroki)

•”I didn’t know he couldn’t kick like that” he is ALL LEGS that’s literally his quirk Denki what do you mean

•Anybody fighting Todoroki: time to drag a Sad Bitch

•TENSEEIIIIIIII

•Bruh why did Iida tense up like that was your phone up your ass dude???

•Yo Stain is ugly as fuck

Episode 25: Todoroki VS. Bakugou

•Lmao Midoriya literally triggered Todoroki into using his Left Side

•And Todoroki triggered Bakugou by asking about his past friendship with Midoriya these boys are a MESS

•oh look it’s a Fucking Fire Gremlin

•BOOM BOOM BITCH THOUGHT YOU’D SEEN THE LAST OF ME HALF AND HALF BASTARD

•oh my GOD Endeavor shut UUPPPP

•Everyone listening to Bakugou go off at Todoroki: ...please seek some therapy

•SUPPORTIVE BOYFRIEND MIDO TO THE RESCUE

•The first time I saw this I highkey thought Bakugou actually killed Todoroki.

•Bakugou going feral for winning I can’t he literally looks like a trapped wolf

•We respect Tokoyami in this house

•About Bakugou ”Look at that face” I’d really rather not

•I’m sorry but Mineta sitting on Shouji’s shoulders is actually adorable

•Iida running through the hospital to his brother: It’s Loss

•I love the Iida Brothers so. Fucking. MUCH

•Shouto I’m so proud of you sweetheart

•Honestly I need more family stuff they’re all so interesting in their own ways and it’s a nice reminder that yes these are just kids and they have lives outside of hero school

SO that wraps up the Sports Festival Arc! I’m going to do the second half of Season 2/ The Internship Arc/ Final Exams all in one post so get ready for another long one ✌🏽

[ktrxs]

8.28.19

I’m fucking fed up motherfuckaaaas

I’m done. I’m delirious. I’m going CRAY!

Honestly and seriously and foreal and i cant even and things are jank and dank and crusty

And whatever else the kids are saying.

// Tangent

I can’t believe I’m at the age where I have no clue what the kids are saying. I literally have to ask them what the new slang that spew from their crusty mouths mean.

Yesterday Abbey was like, “Look don’t take this the wrong way, but she was a hard dom. IT’S NOT SEXUAL I SWEAR! I had to explain it to Sonia.”

Now this may not have been slang but than my utter ignorance on sex, but when you hear “dom” you want to beat the shit out of your 14-year old.

I was like, “Look, bitch, I’M INNOCENT.”

“Katelyn, please don’t tell me you don’t know. Kevin knows.” She was facetiming her 13 YEAR OLD FRIEND next to 13 YEAR OLD Sonia who thank God didn’t know what the fuck this meant until whenever.

“Yo, Kevin, tell me what’s up with this hard dom shit.”

HE REFUSED. They told me to Google it. That it “wasn’t sexual”

I type it into Google and surprise surprise sexual definitions come up.

Now these girls are innocent in that way. So I have to dig for the nonsexual meaning of the word. For the slang part. For the hoebag meaning bestfriend terms.

So yeah, I am constantly learning new slang with these kids. And it’s amazing how quickly terms go out of date. Felicia is gone. Ugly is crusty, but used to be something I can’t remember.

But kill yourself is still prevalent, but I haven’t been advised to drink bleach as I would have two years ago.

It’s strange, but I have to keep on top of these kids while they are entering fucking teenage, hormone land. And it’s not THEM I’m worried about. It’s the other people. The predators, the manipulators. Because these kids are strong-willed, sure. But theyre stupid as hell and trust people too much.

//! Tangent 

// Mini tangent

I also invented a slang that I see the kids use. Piddled is when you don’t pee yourself completely but you did squirt a little something and have to change xD

//! done

Back to the main point, I am DONE.

For the past week I have had almost 3 mental breakdowns and have gone off on everyone.

There’s a couple things at play with these breakdowns. And I am actively trying to fix it.

I am going to copy what I wrote yesterday when I locked myself in the classroom, tried to cry, came up dry, but had to write to calm my nerves.

I am stressed right now. Why?

Because I can’t be alone to recharge.

Because I can’t focus on my work.

Because I have not worked on my business all month and I feel behind.

Because I can’t have silence.

My main solution is to wake up early before the noise. I am having trouble doing that.

Brandon is here all the time and it’s great! But I need alone time. I need to put blinds up to block people out. I need to look into soundproofing the room.

I can’t focus because I have constant noise, people running in and out and people tapping at my window.

I am not going to complete my challenge so I will have to do that pus the next challenge to make up for it.

It’s not the end of the world but I need to manage my time more. I need to wake up at 4am and JUMP the fuck out of bed.

Now l am an introvert. I am the classic one where I NEED quiet and alone time ALL THE TIME to recharge.

When I came down here, I put locks on the door, but it is not enough to substitute being alone and quiet.

For one and a big one is Brandon. He’s still looking for a job and THAT’s FINE but he’s in the room all the time. That’s not alone time for me even if he plays video games with earplugs on.

The door somehow keeps getting unlocked and people just barge into my room whenever the fuck they want. And I hear every single sound from my room.

Literally last night I tried watching a movie with the girls and Pop fucking barges into my room to yell at the twins right in the middle of the movie. Literally the rudest thing ever to barge into MY room looking for someone and then proceed to not care that we’re watching a fucking movie and yell at them.

I am also not kidding about the tapping on the window. The main window in my room has blinds that don’t go down all the way. There’s almost a foot gap. So I have people (and literally RANDOM FUCKING PEOPLE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD) peeking in, tapping at my cats and trying to fucking talk to me through the glass as I’m working on my couch.

I even have been wearing earplugs to help. But the constant presence of people and noises have been getting to me and I cannot have some hours to myself until I blow the fuck up. which has happened almost 3 times this week alone.

I cannot change some things. I cannot force other people to leave their house for a few hours. I cannot tell them to be quiet. I cannot force Brandon out of his room. and I cannot remove myself because I need MY space for the recharge. Not any random quiet space in the world.

So literally my only solution is to wake up at 4am. I did this through all of July and it did wonders for my business. Like I’m literally making consistent income now which is a huge step for me.

I tried keep it up down here but I have struggled all fucking month and I think I only had 2 4am days. And this morning would be the 3rd.

Waking up at 4am lets me have complete silence, alone time and darkness (I will forever be a nightowl). The only person that might be up at 4am is Chad and he will never leave his room.

And I’m super productive as soon as I wake up. Without distractions and noise, I can get a lot of work done right away and not stress over that part.

So 4 am will help me conquer this life down here. Right now I am in darkness, I am completely alone since Brandon is sleeping (and the babies are awake, but they don’t count because they are my children and actually help my mental illness) and the only sound I hear is the air-conditioning.

I can have this peace for about 4 hours. Then people start waking up and such. So 4 am kills all my stressors. I don’t need to be alone in silence ALL day. I just need a couple hours to recharge. 

So I recharge in my morning, get my work done and then spend time with the family. And I will feel less stressed.

I can get some solid working in before I get thrown into distraction land. That has been why I have been blowing up. I have so much work to do and I cannot fucking focus at all.

I put the earplugs in, I lock the door. But the earplugs don’t work THAT good and of course Brandon is in and out of the room and whenever the door opens a crack SOMEONE else has to slip in as well.

Or you know I have random fucking strangers literally peering in on me through my fucking window.

UUUGGGGHHHHH!

So 4am. I’mma try.