#rhs personal writing

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

...wait a minute, this was a minor miracle.

I just woke up from sleeping more than 8 hours straight for the first time in literally months (and I need about 9 hours of solid sleep to actually feel rested).

I woke up and was like "I could PROBABLY sleep more... but what I REALLY want to do is read the last chapter of DDD!" Because I talked about it yesterday. (Watched Edge of Sleep with some friends and a line was practically STRAIGHT out of that chapter. X) It's good by the way! Many tw's apply but It's Good.)

Anyways, I started reading it. And I didn't just read it. I EDITED it too! Holy Shit! This is the first time in like two months I've TOUCHED that chapter! (And even then I was just adding little notes I'd made previously into the actual story file.)

But no, this time I actually made some Editorial Decisions and re-worded some things and actually Wrote In details I'd wanted to add before but couldn't put words to yet.

Guys It's So Close To Being Done I Can TASTE it. Mostly I just need to edit like FIVE more sentences and write out the scene where Raven helps Dove start actually rebuilding the mindscape. It's So Freaking Close!

[krotiation]

"You can't ship rhack, it's toxic!!" Wrong, that's exactly why I ship it

[yellowocaballero]

⭐️ for either of the fe3h fics <3

ROSETTA HEADSTONE!!!! A fic that was very messy and all over the place but one that I am actually very fond of and that was slightly slept on.

“You’re the other half of me.” Byleth spoke slowly, but for the very first time there was a hint of emotion in her voice. It was wonder. What an amazing first emotion to feel. How lucky! How magnificent! “I’m the other half of you.” Claude smiled. She was so wondrous. So beautiful and special. She’d need a lot of help. Dimitri would provide what he could, but Claude would have to pick up the rest. “You’re the other half of me. And I’m the other half of you. I’m you, and you’re me. Wonderful, isn’t it?” [...] “Is that a friend?” Byleth asked seriously.  “If you want. It’s anything you want.” Her hand was still on his chest, and Claude reached up to softly grasp her hand, pressing it softly against his chest. “Tell you what, Byleth. I’ll trust you completely if you trust me completely. Give me anything you want, and I’ll give you all of my own. Is that fair?”

There's a few different relationships that were very influential for this scene. SSS Class Suicide Hunter's Gongja/Raviel was a big one, but Full Metal Alchemist's Ed/Winry were too: when Ed tells Winry that he'll give her half of his life if she give her half of hers, and she tells him that she'll give him all of her life. Khalid and Byleth are platonic, but there's still something so Relationship about it that makes me go crazy.

I got fond of the character I had created over the course of this story. He started out a lonely, isolated, self-centered person. He was a chronic liar who was fundamentally impossible to understand. He used his separation from others as a microscope, a way of studying and trying to dissect them down into pieces that he can understand. He's the kind of person to brag about this, and a significant percentage of it is self-inflicted, but I felt bad for him. He and Byleth's disconnect, their inability to work together, inadvertently resulted in her death. His first time investing whole-heartedly in somebody was in a dying woman, who had been dead to begin with.

It was what made this moment special to me. He's not psychoanalyzing or dissecting her in this scene - he's just caught in the beauty of this imperfect and banal moment. He sees how amazing it is to have somebody to truly understand. Giving away all of himself is an act of intense vulnerability, the kind he once never would have tolerated, but he does it willingly here - because you can't get if you don't give, and if you give somebody all of you then you can have all of them, and what is shared is doubled.

I wrote Byleth very 'Dead Anime Mom' - everything she said had to be incredibly significant and meaningful. She was perfect and untouchable. It's only in the epilogue that we see her humanity and vulnerability, that she feels remotely on the same level as Khalid. She doesn't understand him and he doesn't truly know her - how fantastic, that there's so much to discover about each other! How miraculous, that this person is about to take her first steps into becoming a human being, and that you're lucky enough to guide her on that path! That you get to become a human being with her!

It's a unique set of emotions that I hope the reader was able to feel alongside Khalid. Both Weekenders and RH were stories about the protagonist joining humanity, and both of them had to do it through confronting the twin calamities of death and love, but I'm a bit more fond of how it happened in RH. I think it may have been the strong The World Ends With You influence, which is a game that splits open the mind of the depressed misanthropic fifteen year old. I remember the first time I felt lucky to exist in the world. It felt like an important part of growing up - and maybe a pre-requisite of survival. It's hard to survive never feeling that sense of wonder. It was great to write somebody experiencing it for the first time.

[mkstrigidae]

Recalibrating with some tea and a book after what’s been kind of a weird and stressful few months feeling kind of disconnected from my own body and the world around me. For a lot of reasons.

If I’ve been behind on messaging you back or answering asks, I’m trying to get to that and I’m so sorry for the delay and being weirdly radio silent. Trying to do the best I can- not sure how well I’m succeeding haha

(I know it looks like I have a shrine set up to my tv but all the candles are just up there because I have a tall and clumsy dog with an incredibly fluffy tail. I love him more than life itself even when he eats my books and do not want him to catch said fluffy tail on fire)

[ofpd]

why did i just see a post in big letters claiming to have the dates of rosh hashanah and yom kippur 2023 but it literally got them wrong

[awkwardknight]

In a pokemon au every time without fail I will give Jason a mabostiff with the guard dog ability. I think it's symbolic.

[jasontoddspussy]

Tim's Ao3 AU

just got the image of tim writing red hood x oc fanfic but the oc is basically tim/red robin and each time the A/N is like

"sorry no beta im mid-shoot out with some gang leaders atm"

and the content ranges from super fluffy to the most degenerative porn wanting to lick his skull and the authors notes are like

"heey sorry for the slow update i got shot again and im forced on bed rest but now i have an excuse to work on the next chapters!!"

now i want a fic where its like

it gets more and more outrageous, and the comments are just people debating whether its real or not and then there's 1 comment.

that comment is like.

"Pick Up Your Phone, Now. -D"

and tims like

"::) im in trouble::)"

theres one person dissing out the red hood and how he's so terrible and will never actually deserve someone loving him and tim replies with

"Loompa Roompa might malfunction for a while"

and the person is like *how the fuck do you know the name of my roombah what the hell is this why it's been turning on and off at night what the fuck*"

tims username is pretty bird or somth bcs thats what jason called him at least once before and hes like yes i can be pretty and a bird i can be whatever you want me to be

(totes not because thats what jason always calls tim in my head no no)

dick just really, really wants answers but also is deeply, deeply concerned

"tim you had a 20k fic of red hood lovingly taking care of you and hugging you like you'd never been hugged before. are you like, okay?"

"you.. you read all of that?"

"that's besides the point. now answer the question"

"i dont know how to feel about this"

"how do you think i feel? i didnt need to know about any of it"

"and yet you do. curiosity killed the cat, dick."

"alright i wont bother you if you promise to talk with dinah or some jl approved therapist about... the hugging touch starved things. if you dont tho ill just send jason your ao3 account babs said he has one so he can see all your shit'

"i think i would feel better if you just stabbed me"

dick makes a lemon bitten face.

"..."

"..."

"you saw that too, huh."

"yep."

"i dont have a kink for being stabbed. i have a jason fetish. just him and whatever he decides to do to me so dont worry i wont be out getting stabbed by randos"

"I'm glad but also i wanna circle back to the jason fetish part i feel like thats something i should worry about"

20k fanfic where tim just rants about jasons soft hoodie

jason, meanwhile, he sees someone w the username idk PrettyBirdRedHoos in his comments and hes concerned someone figured out he was robin but goes to look and this persons bookmarks are all just fics written by a 'PrettyBird" user and all of them are red hood/oc, and some of them is like; piercing kink, some of them are 20k fics where the oc falls asleep wearing their hoodie, one of them is a very specific scenario where the red hood 'playfully attacks' the OC on top of a tall building and they fuck nasty and jay is like

this. is too detailed. to be a coincidence innit.

and the comments are just people debating how real these scenarios are and every single person that disses RH has something hacked or exposed and jays like 'ah. well, timmy certainly has a hobby."

he could tell him that he knows.

he could also choose to be an absolute tease. forget a hoodie there, wear some bootyshorts here, not wear a binder while wearing a tank-top here, spit out a specific phrase tims used in a fic before just to keep him on his toes. it's fun watching him squirm.

[bunnyscrypt]

“why do you write jason speaking arabic?” “why is jason speaking arabic he’s not arab.”

fun fact : jason canonically knows a little arabic. so this confirms what i already know that people don’t actually read comics and only take fanon as gospel.

all the languages comic!jason knows:

russian (lost days #5) some arabic (rhato #21) german (lost days #3) portuguese (batman eternal #13) spanish (rh: the hill)

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note: i’d still write him speaking arabic even if it wasn’t a canon thing. in my head he’s a very romantic person and arabic is the language of love to me so it suits him

[clockwaysadmin]

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(The title is, obviously, a joke. I am writing this. Just not letting it stress me! It will get a real title when it goes up on Ao3.)

Ship: Dead on Main, Danny Fenton/Jason Todd CW: (updating as the series continues) Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Minor Injuries

Someone moved into the apartment below Jason's- an apartment that wasn't for rent. Turns out that Danny is is an absolute disaster with the self-preservation skills of a wet paper bag. He's also adorable. Jason takes it on himself to look out for Danny- both as himself and as Red Hood. What Jason could never have expected was for Danny to have plans of his own- plans that involve dating both of Jason's personas. The Goons™️think this is amazing. Good on the Boss and the Boss's boy toy for getting a twink!

All parts are being posted here on Tumblr in their first draft version. This fic is being posted out of order as inspiration strikes. There will be an update given when it goes live on Ao3.

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Timeline- subject to change and my whims:

I'm (not) writing this hella out of order, as scenes and polls want to be written (the bastards)

Jason discovers Danny

Accidental Sugar Daddying Start

Shopping Montage

Something something something

A fool tries to mug Danny

Self Defense Lessons (Danny realized Jason is Red Hood)

Jason meets feral!Danny

Jason and Danny post RH meeting

The Midterm Zombie

Thirst Trap Lessons

Danny propositions Hood

Jason is Confused™️

Dick meets Danny (snippet)

Goons confront Hood

Hood tells Danny to ask Jason and then panics

Jason says yes

idk some cute relationship shit

Paulina Visits Gotham

Put a Leash on it (it being Danny)

Block Party

Jason whines to Dick

Tim meets Danny

More Bats meet Danny

(will this be the fic I'll finally need to label over T?)

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Narrator voice: stuff happens

Danny is not a morning person

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[petsdenonne]

hi!! may i request some arkham knight jason smut with a lot of oral? 👀

Should’ve listened

Pairing: ArkhamKnight!Jason x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+, Gun against jaw (for a second in a non-sexual scene), Oral, brief mention of church, semi-public sex.

Word Count: 1,426

Summary: After zoning out at a bad time, you come to learn that maybe it isn’t bad after all.

Authors note: oh my god, I forgot how feral I am for AK!Jason, like ugh, I went down a little rabbit hole of research to refresh my brain after writing so much RH!Jason and I’m sure glad I did. Thank you, Anon 💕 Gonna have to play Batman: Arkham knight again even though I’ve already finished it.

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Your breathing faltered as the air got caught in your throat at the sight of him, your heartbeat ringing loudly in your ears. You had heard others talking about him, and you’d seen photos and videos in the media, but none of them had quite done him any sort of justice.

You couldn’t even see his face, it being covered by a full helmet with bat ears and an LED panel front, yet you were still intrigued. 

The way he walked and carried himself, the way his body language demanded respect, and how his voice came out all husky and modified through the modulator had a dampness forming in your underwear. 

You shook your head a little to try to clear the thoughts swarming your mind, thoughts you definitely should not in any circumstances be thinking about the Arkham Knight- 

“Did you just shake your head no?” His voice abruptly cut in.

Oh, shit. 

Your head shake had been a lot stronger than you had intended for it to be, causing him to think that you were disagreeing with what he had been saying to the group of mercenaries present tonight, which you had zoned out of to focus on what his hands might feel like on your body, so you had no idea what you had even accidentally said no to. 

“No”

“No? Are you sure?” 

“Maybe?”

Scoffing he pushed past a couple of people to get to where you were standing in the back row, looming over you as he closed the gap between you intimidatingly. 

“I said that I am going to hand-pick people present here for my personal squad tonight, and you thinking that you have a say of your own makes you target number one, you shaking your head no, thinking you have freewill means you’re stuck to my side tonight… Say no to me again, and I’m going to make you wish you don’t even have a head to shake next time. Am I clear?”

“Yes” You said under your breath, distracted by how close he was to you. If you were brave enough you could reach out and touch him, run your hands along the armoured plating on his chest. 

“Excuse me? Speak up” You only registered what he had said as you felt the cold barrel of his gun press into the underside of your jaw, the metal digging into your skin a little bit.

“Yes” You repeated, this time a lot louder “Yes, you are clear.”

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Oh, of course, the one day you mess up and get forced to stick to Arkham Knight’s side is the one where he decides he is going to stand on a random Gotham rooftop and overlook the city. 

You’d never really been that fond of heights, not since you’d fallen off that wall at school and broken your left arm in three places. This must have been God’s way of punishing you for not going to church since you’d flown the nest. 

To your right, you could see him in your peripheral setting up some sort of equipment quickly and gracefully like he had done it a thousand times before, which you realised he probably had when you turned to look at what it was and saw that it was a sniper tripod. His fingers worked smoothly to set up the rifle and attach it to the joint. As a bone-biting breeze blew through you, you began to rub your arms a little to try to generate some sort of warmth, walking over to where he was working as you began to feel a little dizzy from how close you were to the edge, you really didn’t need to be fainting and going over. 

The thought made you dry heave a little which caused him to stop working momentarily. His hands paused as if he was listening to see if you were going to throw up. 

“Sit” He instructed bluntly as his hands again began to move, a small tut under his breath as one of the parts didn’t quite click in as it should. 

Blinking a couple of times you stayed standing for a few seconds before you immediately began to move so your arse was on the asphalt as he turned to look at you, even though you weren’t able to see his eyes you could feel them burning into you. 

“Good” a small huff sounded through his modulator “Now stay there. I don’t have time to scrape you off of the pavement” 

You don’t know why you did it, but you scoffed at that statement. As soon as it left your mouth you could feel the air around you tense up, oh shit. 

“Excuse me?” Standing up, he walked over so that he was towering over you. Making you feel like an ant against him, the flickering LED display of his helmet causing a sense of unease to burrow deep into your gut “Up. Now. Get over there.” 

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You knew the Arkham Knight liked to punish those who went against him, liked to torture them until they were so out of it that even prayers and begging wouldn’t pass their lips anymore, because they knew they were already in hell. 

When he told you to get up and move you were convinced you were about to go over the edge of the roof, he said he didn’t want to scrape you off of the pavement, but that doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t cause the mess himself. You hadn’t ever pictured his punishments as…this.

The cold night’s air that had been cutting at your face earlier on was now cutting at your bare arse and pussy, soothing the aching handprint now present on your behind, the firm smack noise and burning sting making you aware that the handprint was now a pair. His fingers lightly rubbed against the growing welt to soothe it a little before tracing down the back of your thigh as he knelt down behind you, making you bend further over the air conditioning unit that was currently supporting your body weight. 

“Keep your head forward” He demanded, not wanting to piss him off more you obeyed, keeping your eyes locked on the city view as you heard his helmet release and slide off of his head, there was a slight heavy noise as he placed it down- fuck. 

Holy shit.

Your focus was interrupted by the feeling of his tongue gliding through your folds, teasingly skipping over your clit as he went. You could feel him gripping onto your thighs as he repeated the path a couple of times before he finally focused in on the bundle of nerves. Closing his lips around it he began to suck, gently at first but quickly growing in force. A whimper-like moan left your lips, causing him to spank you again “Shut up.” 

Without his helmet on you could hear his voice for what it actually was. Liquid gold. 

A thick Gotham accent with a husky tone to it, you didn’t really care for the specifics of his voice too much, you just know it added to the growing pressure in your stomach. 

Whilst you had been distracted by what he sounded like he had decided that he was done being soft, and was now going to eat you like a starved man.

His tongue lapped at your wetness before pushing deep into you, his calloused thumb moving to circle your clit to help you reach your peak faster. Hard breathy moans vibrated into your pussy as he went, causing you to moan louder than before, but this time he didn’t silence you. Because this time he would be a hypocrite. 

As you tilted your head down slightly to try to not lose yourself you could see that he had unbuckled his trousers and the tact straps that usually kept his pistols on his thighs so he could pull his trousers and boxers down to his knees, his hard cock currently trapped in his tight fist as he pumped in time with his tongue moving in and out of you. 

The sight made you hit your high, releasing over his mouth and chin as you let out a strangled groan, after a few short moments you’d hear a similar noise but deeper, more masculine, before the asphalt where he was kneeling was glazed in his own spend. 

“I think you should be a brat more often, Doll” He said as he kissed your inner thighs.

His boyish cocky grin would be ingrained in your brain until you died.

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[beyondthetemples-ooc]

Oh, this is fun!

Because I was on fanfiction.net looking at my story stats, I couldn't resist taking a peek at the reviews people have left on them.

There was one reviewer for AWoM that admired a lot of things about it. They liked the way I wrote the interactions among the Pokemon, the way I don't "translate" what they're saying into English but show what's happening by describing their body language and tones, which is something I pride myself on! They complimented the poetic descriptions and the use of perspective in the story's first few chapters.

But there was ONE little nitpick about the way I ended one of the scenes with the phrase "The only sound was a slight breeze rustling the trees' branches." They would've preferred if I'd said "rustling the branches on the trees".

But here's the thing! I intentionally try to cut down on prepositional phrases in my writing! Especially in recent years; having too many "in"s and "on"s and "around"s and "of"s de-emphasizes the IMPORTANT things in the sentence (WHAT'S in or on or around the thing?) and it also leads to "read fatigue", at least the way I read my stories back. The sentence sounds a bit rambly and lost and adds to the amount of time it takes to read the sentence, get the idea. It slows the pace and dulls the emotion you get from using vivid, specific words instead of relative words.

Which can be GREAT in the right context! A contemplative scene like a romantic outing, or a character taking their time making observations.

This scene had a character panicked, desperately trying to find someone. I wanted INTENSE, not contemplative!

Prepositional phrases are GREAT for descriptive writing, but not every single detail needs to be described, and in fact it can take away the "hit", the impact, that hard knock of Intensity that you get from a simple sentence.

For example: If I wanted to describe Dove falling down suddenly, I can say "Dove tried to hold onto the rail, but her hand slipped from the hold she had on it and she fell to the ground."

(Prepositional phrases: "onto the rail", "from the hold", "on it", "to the ground". Notice the sentence repeating concepts so they're redundant and extraneous; readers can probably guess that if she falls, she hits the ground.)

Instead, I could write: "Dove tried to hold on, but her hand slipped and she fell." This version cuts out the prepositional phrases, reads faster, reads SMOOTHER, and hits with a faster beat and more intensity.

(There's a middle ground with only using one or two prepositional phrases, but for Faster Pacing, generally the less addendums, the better! I'm trying to make a point here.)

So what I'm saying is, I was going for a hard-hitting emotional realization with that chapter ending! "The only sound was a faint breeze rustling the trees' branches." It also more directly ties the breeze and branches, and if you ask me cutting out the extra words makes the remaining words paint a picture that much more vividly. :}

(( Hi Miguelzinho, if you see this I really appreciate you leaving the review! I just think we disagree on what sounds more poetic, is all. ;}P ))

[bloodyinkandquill]

Ban Hammer x Reader being comforted for their break up

sorry for how late i am rn, these ones just haven’t struck me with inspiration, tbf it’s a monday and im sitting on my bed eating an entire sleeve of saltines so… also apologies for not doing rh egobworder one yet i just have literally no ideas, especially because i need to figure out like his character, as far as i knew he was just a skin so😭 not like follower sword or heretic katana that i know have different personality’s and junk, oh and to get me more motivated to do all these requests since i have like 6 rn im probably going to write something self indulgent as a treat for myself lmao

- When Ban Hammer opened his door, he expected to see a lot of things, his close friend a sobbing mess was not one of them, he quickly ushered you in unsure of what to do, he just sorta made small movements before gesturing to the couch in invitation

- You sat down trying to form words but you couldn’t quite string them together and you just went back to crying aggressively into your hands, he sat down next to you and awkwardly pat your back, he was never the best with emotions so he was trying his best to be comforting to you

- After a couple minutes and him grabbing you a glass of water, with a crazy straw, that made you giggle through your tears, you had finally composed yourself enough to form proper sentences, you told him that your partner had suddenly broken up with you, you had absolutely no clue why, you thought you two were so happy, why did they do this? He sneered and said that they’re clearly an idiot, breaking up with you for no reason

- He did his best to comfort you as you sobbed into in shirt, thankful he wasn’t wearing his armor, as he gave you awkward pats on the back and the like, he said things you mostly didn’t hear through your cries and tears, though you did pick up on him saying that they were blind, how could anyone see you and not fall for you, they lost an amazing beautiful demon, you sniffled looking up at him, meeting his four eyes, since he only wore his blindfold in phights you saw them commonly, almost glowing with their red hue

- He realized a bit more what he said and you could see the faintest flush to his cheeks, before he said at least that’s what he thought, you looked at his face, vision still a bit blurry from your tears, and you realized just how attractive he was, you had never looked at your friend in that light, or maybe you always had but never realized it, and before you could think twice you reached up, propping yourself up on your knees grappling his face and kissing him

- All four of Ban Hammer’s eyes widened in shock but after a minute he wrapped his arms around your back before reciprocating the kiss, you had been so occupied with the relationship you were in you never realized the relationship you wanted, your friend who’d been with you for years, you kissed him for what felt like a year before pulling away to catch your breath, meeting his eyes which were a little dazed, you just stared at each other for a moment and went right back to kissing

sorry it’s so short and not that good i was working on it in small parts throughout different times of the day and like i said none of these have been super inspiring to me, my sincerest apologies for that i’ll get them done but might take some time, and my requests are closed till i get through these because there’s so many of them, alright let’s try and get another one done before i go to sleep

[thr0wnawayy]

Incidents

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Below is the last known picture of Eri (aged 15)

Incident Report

Witnesses: 2A Student [asked to remain anonymous]

Reporter: Chiyo Shuzenji, ID: Recovery Girl

Reporter's note:

Student confessed to sneaking in the dorms on a dare after some prodding. Due to providing evidence, this was not added to their record and it will be kept as such. - R.G

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Description of Events

Former student, at the time intern: Izuku Midoriya (21) was seen following Eri Aizawa (12) from behind throughout the teacher dormitories, seeming to be arguing with her.

Eri maintained an aggressive, brisk walk while Midoriya paced slightly slower behind her. Witness only heard part of the conversation:

"How can you say that Midoriya!?, it's his fault they're dead!"

[note the usage of surname]- Hornet

"E-Eri Chan, look I know things are looking grim-"

"Looking grim!?." (She turns around, Eri is visibly crying) "Midorya, 27 people are dead!. You can't keep doing this. You can't keep covering for him!."

"Eri, I Know-" (dialougue lost as student found hiding spot)

"For fucks sake Midoriya, he blew up a school!. Somebody's kid is dead because of him and you-keep-doing-this-shit! (Her fist bangs against the nearby wall with each '-')"

(Midoriya looks shocked at her reaction, Eri continues to yell. student moves in pursuit, parts of the covo were lost as a result)

"I'm done, I'm fucking done!. You didn't say anything when _ died, you didn't move when Japan lost it's industry or when-"

(Student secures a new position)

[Midoriya replies with something but is temporarily obscured, muffling his response]

"Oh, but now that you can be of use to him, you think he'll suddenly think of you as something other than a "Deku"!?"

(There's a moment of silence as Eri's expression turns somber, she shakes her head and begins to turn. Midoriya wears a blank expression)

"I can't believe I ever believed in you." (Eri begins to walk away)

As Eri walks away, nearly out of the students view, Midoriya speaks. Though it was too quiet for the student to fully hear.

Student then claims that Midoriya then mumbled something about Kacchan and "always be a hero" [Likely alluding to Katsuki Bakugo], loud enough that Eri could hear it fully. [ coincides with camera footage ]

Eri froze in place for approximately 10 seconds, her posture getting even more rigid during this time. Her face twisting into a mixture of shock and rage as her entire frame rattles.

Eri is then described as having "moved in a flash" and proceeded to begin strangling Midoriya, bringing him to his knees. her pupils dilated and teeth bared in rage.

Midoriya is noted to not have fought back, not even once during the entire incident.

Student found me first and the alarm was sounded, 3 teachers arrived in the scene (being Aizawa, Snipe and Cementoss).

End of Description-

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Eri was still strangling Midoriya when we arrived, both were unresponsive to any outside stimulus. Although upon being pried off Eri made no effort to fight back, rather she intensly glared at Midoriya with an icy stare.

Midoriya was unresponsive even when put on a stretcher and as of time of writing [1 hour after the incident] he still appears disassocitive.

Personal Notes:

Honestly Nedzu, I don't think this episode of Midoriya's is from Eri alone, though it definitely played a factor.

This has been a long time coming and the recent incident at Somei was the cherry on top and for the love of God, please keep Ectoplasm away from Eri, she's impossible to work with when she's so on guard.

I understand Aizawa's having a hard time since Mic's Broadcast (X67) but if he keeps neglecting her like this, I'm going to take her in myself. It's becoming a hazard for us and UA and you know it.

That's all for now. - R.G

I can't even make a RH joke about this- Hornet

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Yo Peeps, managed to get a cleared version of the photo through an associate of mine, have fun. -Widow-Maker.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

No Nut November - Lars

A/n: Because of a mistake I made while reading requests I wrote this instead, and the whole Metallica nnn thing was because of that so I am taking a short leave of absence to focus on other things before writing anymore, either way have this update on the Metallica nnn <3

Warnings: Smut, public sex, if you think I missed something please let me know otherwise enjoy <3

Intro

It was week two of November and Lars was getting antsy. Kirk was already out, James and Jason were still in with him. He couldn’t be the last one out, he had a point to prove. He just needed someone else to make the moves... 

He went to a bar and found a spot to sit. He didn’t think too much of it, he just wanted a night of drinking to himself, nothing crazy, really.

You, however, had some plans.

You’d been keeping a careful eye on this competition, getting every new release of the magazine in hopes that you’d find something with more details. You’d especially been keeping your eye on what was happening with Lars, your personal favourite of the band.

You weren’t quite sure what it was about him but you just couldn’t get enough of him, hanging posters all over your room, pictures of him, cutting out interviews you’d find in fanzines. Anything if it had him in it.

Were you a little crazy? Possibly, but it all led you to this moment where you found Lars alone in a bar.

He was nursing a drink when you came over, sitting in the seat next to him but not introducing yourself just yet. You ordered a drink and you could feel Lars’ eyes on you, wide and gleaming with lust. You thought he’d say hi but he didn’t, he just looked back to the drink in his hand.

You took a breath and turned to him. “You’re Lars, right? Lars Ulrich, the drummer for Metallica?” There was no question about it but, it was him, the one and only Danish Princess.

Lars smiled when you recognised him. “Yeah, that’s me.” He took a sip of his drink, quickly setting it down when he realised this was his chance. “And-and you are, if I may ask?”

You bit your lip before answering. “Well, I was hoping I could be yours.” Your voice was soft, you weren’t sure you really wanted him to hear. Maybe if he didn’t you could back out of this and leave, living the rest of your life with regret on what could’ve been.

“Say it again?” He asked, telling by the look on his face it was evident he heard you the first time.

The bartender came by with your drink. You went to pay but Lars handed them money before you could even get your money out. “Thanks.” You said with a smile.

“No worries, I got more where that came from.” You couldn’t help but giggle at that.

You both talked for a while, getting to know each other a little. You’d both drank quite a bit and while you enjoyed the small talk you were a little ditsy, so was Lars. You took him by the hand and led him to the bathrooms. You got him into one of the stalls and pushed him to the door, kissing him passionately.

Lars groaned into your mouth, his hands going to your waist. He pulled back, hot breath fanning over you. “I don’t know if I can.” He mumbled. That made you pout.

You brought your hands to his face, holding his cheeks sweetly. “Why not?” Lars stumbled on his words a few times before you interrupted. “I thought I was coming onto you, that’s alright with your little bet with James, right?”

Lars thought for a moment. No matter what he was losing no nut November, that’s what he and James agreed on anyway. What he and James decided for their own little game was that neither of them could initiate anything.

Without warning his lips crashed against yours again. He switched positions with you so that you were pushed against the door. He got your legs hooked around him, you wore a skirt and it was easy for him to push your thin panties to the side.

He pulled himself out of his jeans and quickly pushed into you, your hole already hot and wet for him to slide in. He waited a moment to get used to the feeling before rolling his hips. He found a rhythm, repeatedly snapping his hips into yours right to that spongy spot.

“Fucking bitch.” He grunted in your ear, nipping at your neck. “Finding me for a good fuck, huh?” He smacked your ass, causing you to yelp. And that’s all that rang out in the bathroom, skin slapping, low grunts and high moans. “This is just what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You nod your head yes, the corners of your mouth pulling into a blissful grin. “Yes! Fuck, yes, wanted you so bad!” Lars smacked your ass again, this time a bit harsher.

“Who said you could speak?” You bit your lip, only getting more turned on by this dominant side of him.

“‘M sorry, just- feels s’good.” You moaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure. Your body bounced against the frail door with every thrust, shaking the stalls.

The rhythm Lars had fallen into began to falter, each thrust getting needier until he finally came in you, gently setting you down and watching his cum trickle down your legs.

Lars gave a proud laugh at the sight, running his hand over your shaky thigh. You looked at him with a pout as if to ask why he stopped. “What?” He asked when his gaze met yours. “Think I’d actually take care of you?”

He moved you out of the way and stepped out of the stall. You came up beside him as he stood by the counter, staring into the mirror. “You’d look really pretty bent over, you know that?” He said, looking at you in the mirror. “Get to watch yourself getting fucked.” Your thighs squeezed together at the sight.

“Please.” You muttered.

“Please?” Lars repeated. “Please what? ‘Please, daddy, make me feel good’?” He asked in a mocking tone. You let out a small whine and nodded.

[sannehnagi]

I don't know if you have one floating in the past, but, do you have a guide to how to write your script that you're willing to share? It's one of the most beautiful scripts I've every seen and I want to learn how to to write in it. I'd be extremely grateful if you could point me in the direction of it!

The script is simple. There isnt a lot of voicing distinction because of the limited inventory, so while I wrote p,t,g,s and, x those can all be realized as voiced or unvoiced, b,d,k,z,ɣ etc. In my transcriptions I use k to always means /k'/ the ejective. Rh is uvular fricative /χ,ʁ/ I have recently started shifting the l /ɬ/ into /l/ but keeping tl /tɬ/, but I dont know if I want that to be... canon. You can also see there are a lot of modifications you can make simple for pleasure, ease, or aesthetic, such as the final ʃ being just a dropping line, or the double s being a messy knot. similarly the vowels are very open, high front /i/, low /a-ɑ/, and high back /u-ɯ/, changing to mid /e-ɛ-ə/ and mid back /o-ɔ/before the uvular plosive /q/ then I provided two quick examples of it written, arhanngi, the proper name of the language- literally just "language" /ˈɑʁ.ɑŋ.ˌŋi/ and Uaaš ia'giisskuunayupaš, The old man asks the young person to go deer hunting with him. /wɑːʃ i.ˌjɑʔ.ˈgiːss.k'uː.ˌnɑ.ju.pɑʃ/ (I have also gone through many changes in the script over the years, so there are some things that I still have rattling around in my brain that I dont use in the official script. Like, if transcribing English I use extra dots for more vowels.. a line with a dot above for u, two dots for e, and three for o. or I will often use -v/β- as /w/ instead of -u-)

[elen-benfelen]

welsh remus guide pt.3

Third Lesson

Right then, lads. It’s alphabet time.

Often, when looking at Welsh place names, it can seem confusing and overwhelming for anyone who is unfamiliar with Welsh. Sometimes, the confusion comes from not realising that the names are in Welsh. 

Visually, we use the Latin alphabet and so it’s easy to make the assumption that the Welsh alphabet is exactly the same as the English. 

It is not, my dudes. 

To begin with, the following letters do not exist:

K, Q, V, X, Z

Secondly, these are the vowels:

A, E, I, O, U, W, Y 

(Occasionally H is also a vowel but I couldn’t tell you when or why??? I usually go off of vibes) 

Next, are the double letters. They count to us as single letters and each make a unique sound:

CH, DD, FF, NG, LL, PH, RH, TH

NG as in thiNG

PH as in PHil

FF as in Fun

RH as in RHiannon

TH as in THat

Now comes the uh, more complicated sounds. 

For those familiar with German words such as Nacht or the name Brecht, the Welsh CH is that same sound.

CH as in naCHt

DD is like a harder TH sound. It is NOT a D sound. 

LL sounds like hissing. I genuinely don’t know how else to explain this. It straight up does not exist in majority of languages but there are some out there with the same sound (sometimes shown with a different letter). 

To hear it and learn more here’s a better explanation.

This is a really fun video on the different accents but someone mentions the town Llanelli so it’s also a good example of the LL sound. 

And so in full we have:

A. B. C. CH. D. DD. E. F. FF. 

G. NG. H. I. J. L. LL. M. N. O. 

P. PH. R. RH. S. T. TH. U. W. Y. 

There’s no K because the C is always a hard C sound.

There’s no V because a single F is always a hard V sound. 

J is a modern addition to help us with new modern words we’ve loaned from English. Such as Joke becoming Jôc. 

G is always a hard guttural G sound. 

Despite misconceptions, Welsh is actually vowel heavy and we tend to stretch vowels. If a letter has a little roof on it, like “ô” or “ŵ” then it’s an extended/longer sound. 

This means, when speaking English, our vowels are more likely to be elongated. 

Similar to the “r” in Spanish, the Welsh “r” is rolled and therefore many will still roll their Rs when speaking English. 

For a reason I have yet to discover, despite H being perfectly clear and pronounced when speaking in Welsh, when we speak English, a lot of areas have a habit of dropping the H sound. 

“Here” becomes “Ere” or “Yere” 

I am guilty of this. Why do I do this? I genuinely can’t tell you. 

For the reasons above, the following words sound stupidly similar to each other:

Ear

Year

Here

Hear 

As with any language, understanding the basic sounds helps you understand the core of the accent. 

In terms of character dynamics, I would take note that the “CH” and “LL” sounds along with our supposed “lack of vowels” is usually what the language is mocked for. Usually by English folk but other folks, including non-Welsh speaking Welsh folks are perfectly guilty of this mocking. 

Fun fact: I didn’t realise W and Y weren’t vowels in the English language when I was a small child. So I really didn’t get why they thought there wasn’t any vowels in our place names. 

Another thing to note is that the Welsh language and accents are very up and down. It’s not usually flat or monotone. A lot of people also describe them as melodic. Sing-songy even.

Colourful alphabet video with BSL

Shorter alphabet video 

Note: I am not the collective consciousness of every Welsh person. My experience is not universal - especially when it comes to North Walian things. This is just meant to serve as a general guide. Hope this helps and good luck with your writing!

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