#smash him and it'll be a world of pain

[motherofplatypus]

Look, im just saying, whether as a top or a bottom, Scar's superpower is a nightmare in bed.

Which makes me wonder if Grian copied his power does he get immunity to it? If yes, then that means he's the only one that Scar can ride.

[schoenpepper]

How about for our early xmas gift, you give us a version where Yuu comes back to twst again🙂

(You broke my heart po💔)

Maybe This Time

Intro: Everything changed after you left. But maybe he still stayed the same.

Warnings: bad grammar, awful writing, not proofread, jade is veryy bad, kinda yandere ish

A/N: Counted as a sequel to this, though you can probably read it as a standalone. Sige na nga anonnie merry xmas happy new year nlng sayo haha. Maybe this tiiiime it'll be lovin' they'll find—*gets shot*

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Jade forgets what it's like to live.

The day you left, all color drained from the world he resides in. Rather, your absence pushed him from being an active participant into one that only watches.

Still, it only takes him a day to get back to work.

"You can take a longer break."

He waves off Azul with such a well-practiced smile even he might believe it. "I don't need a break. What is it for, even? There's no use reminiscing over such boring things."

Boring.

Boring boring boring.

The word makes him livid. It makes him seethe with a burning, passionate anger he was unaware was even stored within him. Maybe that's why you left. Maybe Jade failed to excite you. He and his brother are people that stay because of interest, so perhaps the reason you left was because Jade could no longer interest you. Is that it?

Why else?

Why else would you shatter him the first chance that you get?

It takes him one week to forget.

Not you. Sevens know he'll never forget you. You were a whirlwind that crashed through everything he knew and smashed him to smithereens. It takes him a week to forget that he's still hiding his pain.

He forgets he's in pain.

You're a rotting, festering wound that he's buried under layers of pretend. He's such a good actor even Floyd is—

"Stop cryin'."

Well. Maybe not Floyd. Jade raises a hand to his cheek and finds no tears. "You weren't crying. But I made you look, right?" Floyd grins, "Hurry and pack. Maybe nonna can help you get over shrimpy. She's real good at life advice~"

He's sure life advice won't help, but it wouldn't hurt (any more) to try.

The waters of the Coral Sea are frigid. It doesn't numb him enough when he's so used to it, but it's alright. He's fine, anyway. There's no more regret. No more bitter hatred. Only the familiar salt of the ocean water. His parents mean well when they fret over him, asking his twin brother for details. His grandmother is worriedly chattering over his shoulder, and he's made aware that he's unable to fool them this time. He's good at pretending. His family couldn't pick out his faux smiles when he's entangled in mischief, nor could they identify the mock innocence he likes to act out when he gets into fights with other mer. But now, why now? Why are they able to press their hand on that beating, dead thing in his chest and attempt to comfort it when the only thing it wants to do is wallow and wither in nothingness?

They couldn't tell when he was pretending to be good.

But they can tell that he's pretending to be okay.

It doesn't make sense.

It takes one month for everything to fall back in routine. Sleeping potions and pills and spells aid in nights when he's preoccupied with memories of a person he wished never existed at all.

His grades are higher than they'd ever been, and he's so ridiculously productive. It's all on track. Everything is just as it was before you. There was a time in his life before you. He can fill in the empty spot you'd left behind with dirt and the pieces of himself you'd killed that fateful day.

And thus, there will be a time after you.

"Jade," Azul hands him a familiar plush toy, "Floyd told me to give this back to you."

The felt shrimp plushie is mocking him; there is no other explanation. It's one half of a pair, actually. In some dingy arcade in town was a claw machine filled with small mushroom, shrimp, egg, onion, and garlic plushies. The owner called the machine "shrimp fried crane game". You were the one to win one mushroom plushie you kept for yourself, and you gave him the shrimp.

The mushroom was in your suitcase.

In his rampage (he wouldn't call it that, really), he had destroyed everything that reminded him of you that same night, or rather, early morning. He watched polaroids and love letters burn inside a metal dumpster he'd hauled from school grounds. The shrimp wasn't part of the bonfire.

It seems Floyd had snuck it away.

He inspects the toy with his usual smile, tight-lipped and close-eyed, nodding at Azul. He wants it out of his sight for a long, long time. If it could feel as forgotten as he felt, let those feelings be transferred to you. He wishes you pain and agony and guilt and regret.

It takes one year for him to let out a genuine chuckle.

His twin brother stares at him like he'd grown a second head, and Jade is aware it's unusual. Even though the joke he'd laughed at was so inane, the fact of the matter was that he laughed, which in itself is so strange. Perhaps this is a good thing. No, it can only be a good thing. What is it if not a sign that he's healing?

And soon, he won't remember you at all.

And you will cease to exist in his mind.

But it's not meant to happen today.

No, with that little laugh, grief like several tonnes of cement hit him right where it hurts the most; it's heavy, and debilitating, and it makes it nigh impossible for him to even breathe.

(Because you were the air he once consumed, and neither humans nor mer are made for such long term suffocation.)

"I've never seen you laugh before," the young man in front of him smiles with thick, syrupy lovesickness, "it suits you."

The person is an underclassman who'd been following him around recently. Like a poor mockup of your silhouette, he hears the same promises you couldn't keep from the mouth of another. It irks him more than he'd like to admit, because if he does, then it means admitting that he still remembers you. It means he still holds you up in his altar and lights flames in your name.

He does not.

Whoever says otherwise, whether it be Floyd or Azul, or Silver or Riddle; they all lie.

He only remembers you in anger. In bouts of madness that makes him question your existence, it is then that your name leaves his lips.

It takes one decade.

For what?

For forgiveness? For the hate to fade?

On his 27th birthday, his phone rings with a number he's long since engraved in his heart.

Jade forgot how to live in your absence.

In the decade you'd left, he only existed. It is a passive state of consistent routine that allows him to appear normal to his peers. Still, his closest people know he was left incomplete. He became a creature without a sense of purpose, and it was a sad thing. How pitiful it was for a predator to be reduced to a vessel containing shards of a broken heart.

Still, it is your name that he finds. It is your number.

A number from a phone kept in some dark corner of NRC's storage room. It's likely a student who decided to scroll through your contacts and found his contact name amusing. You did have quite the strange penchant for putting strange names in your contact list.

He answers the call in a moment of boredom.

There is nothing interesting to do in a business party.

"Hello? Jade?"

He stops. There is nothing in this world or yours that could erase each and every memory he's ever made with you. The voice is one he's heard often and dreams and even more in nightmares; it has replaced the voice of his dead conscience and pushed him to a meaningless drifting existence instead of finding thrill in things you would despise him for.

It's been a decade and instead of forgetting you, he didn't know when he melded you into his bones and stitched you into the fabric of his soul, but he knows you more than he knows himself.

"I'm back."

There is no more bitter hatred. There is no more regret.

"Can you pick me up?"

In one moment, it all dissipates into nothingness and there is only you.

Jade remembers how to breathe again. He feels that withered thing in his chest beat once more, and he feels alive.

It takes one decade for you to return.

And he didn't know he was waiting for you, but then, what could every second without you have meant if not just an endless eternity of patiently waiting?

"Did you see my message?"

"I did."

"Are you not afraid I'll make good on my promise?"

"I've never been afraid of you."

Yet, perhaps you should be. He may no longer despise you with every fiber of his being, but you'd betrayed him and lost his trust. There will be no more second chances. You will stay unlike before, and if he must break every mirror in the world to ensure his heart remains beating, then it will be all too easy.

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[zentraex]

Summary: Amorica is a virus that makes people turn yandere. Never would you have thought, that your boyfriend Izuku would be one of the infected.

Pairings: Yandere! Izuku x Reader Warnings: Yandere behavior, violence Remember: English differs a lot from German, so I apologize for possible mistakes:

Love-Virus: Amorica

"Deku! Here, here! HELP!" shouts a young girl, whose legs are mercilessly smashed in a pile of rubble. She is small and petite, has her whole life ahead of her. She can't give up yet, not if she has to see someone else. 

Her boyfriend, her darling, her everything. 

She MUST see him again, she still MUST spend time with him like she planned it and she MUST marry him, start a family with him and grow old together. 

She just has to!

"HELP!!!! DEKU! I'M HERE!" she screams with full force and thankfully her cry for help is finally heard. In front of her appears a muscular green-haired man, number one among all heroes, one who goes by the hero's name Deku. He has saved thousands, no, even millions of people. Today he is there for her, for the poor little girl who whimpers and shivers in pain. 

"Don't worry, I'm here now," he says and puts on his broad and wide smile that everyone in Japan, no, even the whole world, knows.  He lifts the debris aside and pulls her out so gently, even though his hands look like they could crush someone.

She breathes a sigh of relief as the pressure on her body subsides. It was really hard to bear. She sweats all over her body, the stress brought her into high gear. 

"Thank you, Deku!"

The hero only nods in response, but his smile hasn't even left his face. Not even when the girl's sweat mixes with his and causes a tingling sensation in the affected areas.

_

"Izuku, you're scorching hot!" you realize when your hand almost burns on his forehead. 

It's been a day since the earthquake. Your boyfriend was on duty and once again saved countless lives. 

Your boyfriend is a good person, maybe even the best.

You're incredibly happy to have him and when you look at his reddened face, you can see that he feels the same way.

He always forgets to think about himself.

You just smile as you put a cool rag on his forehead and give him a tender kiss on the cheek. 

"I'll make you chicken broth, okay? Rest until then, you will certainly feel better."

Izuku just nods and closes his eyes. Just a few seconds later, you hear slight snoring from the living room. 

You smile. 

Even if you don't like it when he's sick, you still like to nurse him back to health.  

_

"Izuku, your fever won't go down! You've been on 39 degrees for three days! You have to go to the doctor!" you shout through the house.

Your boyfriend just shakes his head.

"It'll be okay. I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow."

"Don't kid yourself, Izuku. That's what you said two days ago."

You're worried, no, scared, because you don't know what to do about it. 

Izuku just lifts the blanket and opens his arms. 

"Just come here, please. Then I’ll feel better."

You frown, but you still comply with his wish. Usually, your boyfriend doesn't want you to get too close to him when he's sick. He is always afraid that he could infect you.

That's why you're surprised when he hugs you and gives you a kiss on the forehead. 

More worry spreads through you. 

Maybe it's really something so serious....

_

"Do you really have to go to work?" your sick boyfriend asks you as he makes his way to you. Today is the fifth day that Izuku has his fever. You had the days off, but now you have to go to work today. 

"I'd rather take care of you, but I have to."

Izuku hugs you, his strong muscles holding you firmly in place.

"Why don't you take the day off?"

Laughing, you shake your head and give him a kiss on the cheek. Reluctantly, Izuku lets go of you, a pout on his lips. 

_

"Darling!", Izuku greets you as you get home. He has already torn the door open before you have even arrived at your house. 

With your eyebrows drawn together, you walk towards him. Usually, you both always call each other by name.

Izuku was never the type for pet names.

Is it his illness?

Izuku has never waited so eagerly for you.

Is it his illness? 

Izuku has also never hugged you as tightly as he does now.

Is it his illness?

Today is the sixth day. Will he get well soon? Hopefully he will get well soon. It makes you nervous, worries you and gives you a little anxiety.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Better, but I missed you so much."

You put your hand on his forehead: it really seems to be cooler now.

_

"36.5 degrees. Congratulations, you're officially healthy today," you smile. Izuku returns your smile and gives you a kiss on the forehead. "Are you going on patrol right away?"

"Yes, of course. I've rested far too long, haven't I?"

You just nod and laugh. You can't wait to get back to your usual everyday life. 

_

"The virus, Amorica, spreads through bodily fluids among people. The exact number of people affected is still unknown, as it is not noticeable to the infected and the people around them. Symptoms include exaggerated longing for one's partner, unhealthy jealousy or immoral behavior. Those affected explain that they have begun to no longer perceive their actions as bad.  How contagious the virus is, is still unknown at the moment. However, scientists suspect that some are immune to it. 

Today we tell the story of Molly. She is a 20-year-old lawyer who is infected with the virus. Molly doesn't know how long she has been ill, but her boyfriend pointed out that her controlling behavior began a month ago. At first, the signs were only vague, there were only frequent questions about her boyfriend’s well-being. After a few weeks, Molly started following her boyfriend everywhere. Days later, Molly committed her first murder out of jealousy. Although her boyfriend was in constant contact with her, he has no symptoms.

How-"

You change the channel in shock. For some time now, the news have been reporting on such cases. Izuku also tells you that there are frequent cases. The infected act out of unhealthy love: they stalk, kidnap, even kill. The victims are usually distraught afterwards and have to seek therapeutic help. 

Society is afraid, people are becoming suspicious, you also have concerns.

What if you annoy someone infected? 

A shiver runs down your spine. 

Hopefully not...

_ _

Meanwhile, Izuku watches you from the door frame. 

For some time now, his desire for you has become bigger. He can't really explain it, but somehow, he wants your attention especially often, want to hug you especially often and wants to kiss you especially often – from head to toe.

What's wrong with him?

Of course, he loved you before, otherwise you wouldn't be in a relationship. For some reason, however, he can't let you out of his sight, as soon as he averts his gaze, his heart aches. 

It hurts, cramps and contracts. 

It's like he needs you to survive, because without you, his heart doesn't beat anymore. 

It's worse when he's at work. He can't think of anything but you! 

All the injured people he saves suddenly have your face!

Then his breathing becomes more and more heavy until at some point he can't breathe at all, suffocates almost at nothing. 

He always comes home immediately afterwards, so, he can calm down when you greet him at the door, with your sweet loving smile. Every tension, every worry and every fear that ran through his whole body until now dissolves and is replaced by a feeling of warmth and security. 

Even now, as he watches you from a distance, it feels like everything is in harmony. 

He breathes in and out in a relaxed manner as he lets the situation sink in and then sits down next to you. However, when he looks at your face, he notices the deep wrinkles of your forehead and the look of worry in your eyes. He copies your facial expression and puts an arm around you, pushing you close to him. 

Your scent rises to his nose and despite the situation, he has to suppress a moan as his eyes roll back. 

Had your smell always such an intoxicating effect on him?

"What's the matter, darling? Is something bothering you?" he murmurs as he rests his chin on your head. 

"No... well, yes, sort of," you say and return his hug. Izuku's heart seems to jump happily as your tender arms wrap around him. 

"Well then, go on! What's going through your pretty head?"

"Well, there's this infection going around right now and I'm afraid of what people are capable now. What if someone is after me because I'm only talking to her lover?"

Then don't talk to anyone, you only need me. Just stay here, then nothing happens. I protect you, with me you are safest. 

Izuku would like to say that, but before he can say the words, the penny drops. His eyes widen when realization hits him: he is infected. 

"Don't worry, nothing will happen," he says, gives you a kiss on the forehead and goes into his study room, locks himself in.

That explains everything! That's why he's no longer himself!

Oh no.

Oh no.

Oh no.

What is he doing now!? Is there a cure? Not yet, right?

He grabs his green curls tightly as he drops into the chair. 

What if he endangers you because of this virus! You would leave him!

No, you would never leave me, I wouldn't let that happen.

No, no, no, away with these thoughts. That's not him! These are not his thoughts; this is the virus! 

His heart beats like crazy and his breath becomes heavy as panic runs through his veins. 

He already had to deal with a few cases involving the virus. Some infected people locked their loved ones in the basement so that they could not leave them, some broke their legs for the same reason. As a sign of love, some carved their name into their partners skin with a knife. 

What if Izuku will do something like that to you?

At the thought, he quickly rushes to his trash can as he vomits. 

These are horrifying ideas! He doesn't want that, he's afraid, so incredibly afraid. 

The only thing he can do now, is to get out of your way and hope that he will heal for some reason, or you will leave him and go somewhere, where you are safe of him.

Leave? No, you can’t abandon me! I'm nothing without you!

The thought makes him vomit again.

_

It's been a week since Izuku started to avoid you like the pest. You're worried, something is bothering him and he refuses to talk to you about it. He locks himself in his room, sleeps there and doesn't even come out to eat. 

Today, you made ramen the way he likes it best. You knock gently at his door, but there is no answer.

"Izuku? I made ramen. Would you like to come out and eat with me?" you finally ask after a while.

He doesn't even open the door when he answers you, his voice only sounds distant and quiet from the other room. 

"No, I'm not hungry, but thanks for preparing."

Tears form in the corners of your eyes as you are rejected yet again. He always says that, but even if you leave him a bowl, it's still left untouched the next day.

"Izuku, what's wrong with you? Please talk to me!"

There is no answer and then you sob loudly as the tears flow. 

"Izuku, did I do something wrong? If so, I'm sorry, but please stop avoiding me!"

Again, no answer and then you leave, crying and heartbroken. 

_ _

Behind the door, Izuku's world collapses when he hears your crying. His heart splits into thousands of shards with every sob. 

He tied himself up at the other end of the room so he can’t go to you. 

He had a hard time getting through the first two days, but at the third he couldn't stand it anymore and stood next to your bed at night and watched you. For this moment, all his thoughts were in harmony and he had been able to relax again after two days of suffering.

That was the last time he saw you, because he realized how sick his behavior was. 

Then he tied himself up so he would not be tempted to get too close to you again. Deep down, he knows that these shackles are of no use at all and that he could break them with ease, but he tells himself that they are indestructible. 

For the sake of both of you. 

_

Three days later, he hears a man's voice from the living room. 

Who is this?

He doesn't know this voice. Has the time finally come? Are you leaving him now?

No, no, no! You wouldn't do that to him, would you? You wouldn't replace him just because he doesn't show up for a few days, would you? 

Who is this?

Who dares to get too close to you? 

"Make yourself comfortable on the sofa," you say. 

"Thank you, I'm glad that we're doing something together again. How long ago was the last time? Three years?"

"Yes, maybe. It definitely feels like an eternity. What a coincidence that I saw you on the street today."

So, you know each other from the past? Why doesn't he know about him? Why didn't you tell him about this guy? Why is he in your apartment?

Why are you doing this to him?

He is trying so hard for you, and you!? You're cheating on him!

No, no, no. You wouldn’t, you would never do something like that. He has to calm down, otherwise he will do something he might regret. 

Izuku doesn't know how long they guy stayed already, but every second feels like torture. He doesn't want to keep himself restrained anymore. He misses you so much. 

So so so much. 

He will certainly never hurt you, right? 

The victims of infected people are usually distraught afterwards and have to seek therapeutic help. 

But with him, it will never come to that. He will treat you like a princess as you deserve. He will carry you on his hands and make sure that you lack nothing, that you are always well. 

So, he can stop, right? He can go out, right?

"By the way, are you single? You know, I've always had that huge crush on you and always hoped to see you again. Maybe you can give me a chance, hm?" says your visitor. 

_ _

Before you can answer, the door of the study suddenly breaks and dust and smoke is blocking your view. 

What the…?

You only hear breaking bones.

Your heart pounds rapidly against your chest as it begs you to run away. But you can't help but be glued to the ground as panic flows through you. 

Only when the view clears, you recognize Izuku, who is holding the smashed skull of your childhood friend and looks at him deranged, breathing heavily. Then his eyes suddenly wander to yours and a big smile pulls onto his lips.

"Darling!" he says and throws the skull away like it’s garbage. When he takes a step towards you, you take one back, shivering. Izuku's smile falls and he looks at you anxiously.

"Don't be afraid, I would never do something like that to you!"

You can only cry as you stretch out your arms in front of you, hoping it will keep him away and protect you. 

"Don't cry, darling, please. Everything’s okay!"

"No, stay away."

You know that if Izuku really wanted to do something to you, he would so already. He has the power to do so. 

Who would have thought that your beloved boyfriend would ever kill someone? Number one hero? The best person out there? The hero, who saved thousands, no, millions of lives?

That you'd ever be afraid of him?

Who would have thought that a virus could change a person in such a way that you finally decide to rush to the exit. 

But you don't get far when two muscular arms wrap around your stomach and capture you. Izuku pushes you close to him as he buries his nose in your hair. You hear him inhale loudly and exhale contentedly as he squeezes you even harder.

"Finally," he says. "Finally, I have you in my arms again, darling. I promise that I will never avoid you again. I have no idea why I did this in the first place. How did I come up with this idea? Am I stupid? This feels like heaven!"

More tears flow down your cheek as he drags you further and further away from the door. 

"We have so much to catch up on for the long time we haven't seen each other."

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

HIII! HOPE YOU'RE DOING GREAT!!! I would like to know if you can do one where Reader dies to protect them (jujutsu boys) like there's a special grade curse and Reader know that just one can go left alive so she pushes them away to save them (I have this idea while I listened to Tinkerbell Strange Sight, I don't know it's just hits perfectly whit the jujutsu boys *sigh*)

Hey lovely, I listened to the song, and I see the vision. And even if it's pain, I shall deliver. It'll be done drabble style for each so I can fit it all here w/o it being too long!♡

Content: Reader death, sad jjk boys, mourning, depression (mentioned), violence, gore (slight), mentions of blood, it's angsty, so be warned and read at your own pace. Not proofread. Gojo. Getou. Nanami. Choso. Toji.

Gojo

Shock. Everyone knows he's the strongest. Which is why this hurts so bad. Everyone knows, you knew and still you shoved him out of the way. Taking the brute force of the hit that eventually led to your death. He could barely process it. Why hadn't his eyes seen this? They shook behind his blindfold, even his hands shook too as he looked down at your mutilated body. Blood pouring from many places, he should try to stop it. But in his heart, his soul, he already knew you were gone. It hurt. It felt like his heart was ripped out, smashed, and placed back inside his chest cavity. I wouldn't be surprised if he went overboard when killing the curse after he finally got his bearings.

Getou

Immediate anger. Full on, eyes squinted with his brows furrowed as he clenched his fists. He was angry. With the curse, with society, and even you. How dare you sacrifice yourself like that? He knew he preached for a world where Sorcerers sacrificed themselves for one another. But you were different, as much as he tried not to let you be. He could've taken that curse in seconds, absorbed it. But the stabbing pain of your death to his heart had him obliterating the curse instead. There was nothing left for him to absorb.

Nanami

Pissed off. We saw that episode, he would be extremely pissed off. But unlike Getou, his anger wasn't aimed at you. No no, it could never be. His love. His everything. As your bloody lay on the ground by his feet, he yanked off his tie. Wrapping it around his hand, he didn't care if he died trying to avenge you. He knew this was a special grade. And he understood what your intentions were. Even if he so desperately wished he could've taken your place. Maybe, in his pursuit of revenge, he'd meet you again.

Chosou

Crying/Anger. I think at first anger would boil in his veins. We saw how pissed off he was about his brothers. It'd be the same with you. And like Nanami, he wouldn't blame you or point his anger towards you. Even if he didn't understand why you sacrificed yourself like that, he still would never be angry. Though he hated this decision. It took you away from him. Once the curse was dealt with, his anger slowly subsiding. He'd clutch your dead body in his arms, attempting to somehow move the blood back inside your body. Attempting to fix what had already been broken beyond repair. And it's then, he'd cry. Holding you close to his chest as he weeped over your body.

Toji

Disassociating. I personally believe his mind would go blank. Not in a shocked sort of way, but simply he would go elsewhere. While he ultimately took care of the curse, subconsciously making sure it was erased away from your body, his mind would be long gone. Slicing over and over through the curse, blood splattering on his skin. His brain would be lost in some of his favorite memories with you. And thats where he'd stay for at least a week. Forcing himself to push it down, forget it. I see that as how he chooses to deal with his pain. Though he rarely admitted it due to his personality, he cared a lot about you. And I think he holds some regrets not telling you that more.

A/N: Just a disclaimer that this is how I think they'd handle/react. If you think they'd feel differently, that's okay! You can even tell me about it if you'd like, just be nice about it♡

[m-jelly]

Hello Jelly! I hope your December was fabulous!

I'm wondering what you think Levi's reaction to his young child calling him their superhero might be :) (bonus points for post war Levi)

thank you for being amazing!

Superhero

Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, post war, dad Levi, mum reader, fluff, being parents, married life, emotional Levi.

Levi spends some time with his daughter and is moved when she calls him a superhero.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

Lilly giggled as she sat on her father's lap and he wheeled his chair down the town path. It was a father-daughter outing while you were at home with your one-month-old son. Going out with her father was so much fun, but she did miss you and her brother Evan.

Levi came to a stop and watched a confrontation happening. He gave his daughter a hug and knew very well that he might have to get involved, but it would cause a lot of pain in his knee. Using his leg to stop people fighting and help people would likely result in three days of using the chair all day.

The fight was getting worse and Levi had to step in before a poor kid was going to get hurt. He lifted his daughter and sat her on his chair. "Wait there for daddy, okay?"

She nodded. "Okay." She watched in awe as Levi limped over to the two men fighting with a small kid in the middle. "Wow!" Seeing her father scoop up the kid, before leaning on his bad leg and using his good one to kick the drunk abusive man shocked her. The man flew and smashed right through a wooden wall. "Daddy!"

Levi handed the kid over to his father before accepting gifts from the shop owner. The drunken man was a regular pest and it was likely he wouldn't be trouble again because Levi Ackerman stopped him. Once Levi had everything he returned to his daughter and handed her the gifts. He picked her up and sat with a groan in his chair.

Lilly gazed at her dad as he wheeled them out of town. "Daddy?"

Levi smiled at her. "Mm?"

"You kicked that man super hard!"

Levi blushed a little. "I did. You shouldn't do things like that, okay? It's dangerous." He moved his chair back to the house. "Daddy used to fight a lot when he was younger, but he shouldn't now."

Lilly hummed. "You did it to save people."

He gazed at his daughter. "Did your mummy tell you that?"

"Yes." She giggled when she remembered the fun stories about Levi you told, of course you'd tamed it for a little girl. "You're so cool, daddy."

"Thank you."

You hurried out of the house with a smile on your face. "Welcome home you two! How was your outing?"

Lilly slipped off Levi's lap. "Daddy kicked a guy super hard!"

You rushed over to Levi, knelt before him and checked his knee out. "Is your knee okay?"

Levi placed his hand on yours. "It'll be fine. How are you and Evan?"

"We're well. We missed you both."

Lilly stood next to you. "Daddy saved a kid."

You smiled at her. "Your daddy is amazing. He saved so many people from big scary monsters. He flew through the air. He was impressive to watch."

Lilly gasped. "Daddy is a superhero!"

Levi's eyes widened. "Super...I...I'm not..." He saw how much his daughter was grinning, how happy and excited she was. No matter how many dark feelings Levi had about his work in the past, he didn't want to beat himself up in front of his precious daughter. He wanted her to have confidence. "Yeah, that's right."

She bounced up and down. "So cool! My daddy is a superhero!"

You leaned up and kissed Levi. "My superhero too." You wiped his tears away. "Maybe this is what you needed to hear all along, an innocent person's view of you. You're more amazing than you think, Levi."

He whined a little. "This..." He smiled softly. "Thank you, both of you." He picked up Lilly and hugged her tightly. "I love you."

Lilly hugged Levi. "Love you daddy."

You stood up and winked. "Love you always, handsome." You walked inside and picked up your son, before returning to Levi. "This little man loves you too."

Levi smiled when he saw his baby boy. "I love him too."

Lilly giggled. "Daddy is a superhero to Evan too! Daddy is the best!"

[pinkcaraz]

ok short summary of things taylor talked about during his just chatting portion of the stream (11/27/24). i definitely missed some stuff bc his stream was super quiet and i was doing other stuff but yea i summarized most of the points. also i left out a few parts about details on league since i didn't rly think anyone would care that much about it LOL.

taylor got home 5 days ago, had training today, will probs start hitting tmr, said he should have maybe taken more days off

he saw the novandy news, said it'll be super nice to have andy back and that he was def not expecting it

he hasn't finished arcane yet, he's waiting for morgan to watch it together

he bought a custom (?) cloud pendant (i think from an anime i'm not sure) for a chain

talking about watching faker at worlds and how insane it is bc he could see his screen and see that he was tabbing around watching all the different perspectives

wants caedrel to coach him LOL told chat to spam him to coach him in league

scuffed stream 😭 he's fumbling w his mic and facecam

he said hes former top 100 NA fifa player, said team italy should have invited them so he could smoke them at fifa LMAO

got asked why does he take off left shoe during breaks? theres a spot that hurts when he slides around so taking his shoe off to let it chill helps relieve the pain

jealous of jannik and iga for being able to slide into backhands (he was more specific about the type of shot but i missed it)

bragging about his win rate in league (again)

talking about frances' serve time violations in shanghai thought the first 2 calls of time violation were bs, but def thought the one where he faked the ball toss was valid

said he'd answer controversial tennis questions LOL

got asked why sour cream and guac? bc he doesn't like spicy that much

london airbnb incident - they booked the airbnb the day before they got there, he thought the people trying to rob the airbnb probs thought they weren't there, morgan noticed sketchy people walking up to the door in the middle of the night, he tried to bolt the door but there wasn't a bolt so he held it shut w his body, he had his racket w him and said he would have hit the intruders w a slice forehand if they got in LMAO

thoughts on racket smashing - thinks it's entertaining, ok if not putting others in danger/at risk, thinks it's entertaining for people/fans to see, somewhat humanizing effect on the player, not healthy to keep anger in, don't do it on grass tho bc it ruins the court

talking about his match v daniil - thought that one game was funny but didn't think he was intentionally throwing the match

tommy and frances playing mind games by overcomplimenting their opponent (thinking about the laver cup fed '05 moment)

hits ohbhs in practice sometimes bc he thinks his "one-y" is unbelievable, rule is he's allowed to hit it until he hits a bad one then goes back to normal

any profits he gets from the stream will go to charity ! he's interested in donating to things that help kids

players don't pay for hotels while they're in tournaments but pay for everything else

thinks michael (his coach) should def win best coach, sportsmanship award will probs go to carlos or casper

thinks most improved award should consider older players more like draper, popyrin, musetti, himself, also jasmine paolini, etc. bc it's more impressive when older players improve compared to younger guys who have more time - for ex, gmp improved a lot this yr in ranking bc he was alrdy good and finally got time to actually play to raise his ranking

preference on armstrong vs ashe - more of a preference about which times to play, armstrong has better times for him

can go through like 5 pairs of shoes during a hard court major bc of all the sliding around

said he heard a lot of positive feedback about the wta finals from the players - players were taken care of well, knows that the previous wta finals tournaments have been rough

was gonna go to usc for college if he went to college, he verbally committed to usc, but didn't really plan on going to college

taylor bought and had flowers sent to morgan in LA

said watching worlds was super sick and he thought the opening ceremony was amazing, gumayushi's pose went hard

he doesn't save vods bc he doesn't want people to clip stuff and pull stuff he said, said he feels it allows him to be more authentic on stream

slkjhfajkf he talked about the liking a homophobic tweet on accident and said he freaked out bc he was having a chill no phone day and when he went to check socmed he was like "omg i'm canceled" IM DEAD

favorite league character to play rn is viego, he wins a lot of games on him

thinks the tennis calendar should def be shorter

[f1-disaster-bi]

Lando wasn't pouting as he sat with his legs crisscrossed on the bed.

Nope.

He wasn't pouting as he touched his cheek and let out a soft sigh. He was just simply touching his face in the exact spot that he'd been rudely hit in, and he was checking to see if it still hurt when George let out a soft laugh from behind him.

The bed shifted, and then there was a chin resting on his shoulder. Legs stretched out and bracketed his, a hand rested on his stomach over his hoodie and Lando had to duck his head a little to try hide his smile because he felt all warm inside.

"Is our little Lando still hurt because he smashed his cheek into Alex?", George teased, but the fingers that came up to graze Lando’s slightly tender cheek were soft.

"No", Lando, still not pouting, responded as he turned to look at George slightly.

"Does someone need kisses to make it better?", George cackled next to this ear and Lando tried to squirm away but George just pulled him back against his chest and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "Seriously though, did it hurt or are we pouting because Alex is on a call and not paying attention to us?"

Lando grumbled a little as he squirmed. He settled on unfolding his legs and pushing George backwards until they were both laying down again and Lando could lie on top of him like a weighted blanket. George let's out a soft hum. The kind he makes whenever he's happy, and it makes Lando smile as he burries thay smile in George's neck as hands settle on his lower back.

"Is your back okay?", the worry is obvious in George's voice as his hands slip under the hoodie Lando had stolen from Alex to massage his lower back gently.

"Hurts a little. Jon gave me stuff", Lando admitted, relaxing under his touch.

"I've got the patches Georgie, give me a moment", Alex called out, finally having slipped out of the bathroom after hanging up on his sisters.

"How's the family?", George asked, one hand now in Lando’s curls and Lando could feel the exhaustion of the day weighing on him as he closed his eyes.

"They're good. Animals are a disaster but still cute. They want to plan some stuff for mothers day that apparently could not wait", Alex laughed as they listened to him dig through his back pack until he let out a little noise of success.

Lando just held George tighter when the bed dipped and cold kicked at his back as Alex tugged up his hoodie.

"I'm okay 'Lex", Lando mumbled but George was shushing him and pressing kisses to his face.

"Maybe now, but it'll hurt tomorrow and you know it, so behave gremlin", Alex's voice was fond and his fingers nimble and quick as they attached the pain patch to Lando’s lowers back, "Do you need one for that horrible, grievous wound on your cheek baby?"

Lando just about managed to lift a hand and give Alex the middle finger as George vibrated with laughter underneath him.

He fucking hated them.

(He was lying. He loved them more than anything in the world)

[snootlestheangel]

MW3 Spoilers Below

**This is a rant about a song but it'll include MW3 Spoilers just a warning**

Moth by HELLYEAH

Surely someone's already pointed this out but this might be the most Ghost coded song out there, especially when you include the relationship he has with Soap. Even the canon one, where you can tell they're definitely friends and teammates

"I've been cast out, sequestered Pushed the fuck around Blindsided, beaten, locked up and bound Always thought I was human, but maybe I was wrong I've been treated like an animal, since the day I was born"

Like, okay, child abuse victim and tortured by the cartel. "Always thought I was human but maybe I was wrong" yeah okay "Ghost"

"The wounds that I wear are like the crown upon a king So heavy they lie, with all the pain that they bring My life's full of longing, but for what I'll never know I've been drawn into the fire as you reap what I sow"

I don't even think I have to say anything here. It's literally just Simon Riley, victim of everything, having to keep fighting cause it's all he has left. Become the Grim Reaper so you don't get reaped yourself.

"Like a moth to a flame, my wings burn away When things are too beautiful, I smash them to pieces The more that you love me, insecurity releases I'll be the one that's to blame, so I'll sell my soul to a blaze Like a moth to a flame, like a moth to a flame"

"The more that you love me, insecurity releases" So SoapGhost coded I'm sorry

"The ruler of the kingdom that ends up the pawn So tired of thinking of where it all went wrong Friendships, they come and go and sometimes they end Wouldn't dream in a million years that this would be one of them"

"Friendships they come and go and sometimes they end, wouldn't dream in a million years that this would be one of them" LITERALLY SOAP'S DEATH IN MW3! Like, they're clearly friends, they've got something there, and so Ghost, who has lost everyone until now, finally has a friendship that's worth hanging onto, a friend he's confident nothing will happen to. And then BAM! He's suddenly kneeling next to said friend's lifeless body wondering where it all went wrong.

"Faith in the life, belief 'til the end Failure's not an option, but the options exist I gave up my everything, I give 'til I bleed Take it all, take everything, just take it from me"

Guys is this is so them!!! Even as a friendship perspective and not romantic partners!!

"You're pushing me, I'm pushing back Falling down, my heart attacks Compassion is lost No more hope, no more trust I tore it down and burnt it up All faith is gone"

Ghost, who feels there's nothing left in life after losing his best friend, his ride-or-die Soap, his Johnny, just wanting to burn the world down cause he's lost all faith in good things ever happening to him again

"I'm not a hero or a villain, not a god, I'm just a man Staring through the hourglass at the footprints in the sand I'm stripping off my armor, my battles here are done Wave my white flag to surrender And fly into the sun"

Despite earning the name "Ghost", he's reminded he's still just a human being. He's finally reached his limit after losing Johnny, so here he is, standing in the aftermath of the world he's burned and ready to burn with it.

It's just such a Simon "Ghost" Riley song and I desperately needed to share

[quirkwizard]

What's This-All For One Edition: A Christmas Parody

So I originally was going to make and post this in November for both the Halloween and Christmas special this year given the source material, but something else got in the way of it and took a lot of my spare time. But hey, Christmas has been encroaching on Halloween for a while so who says it can't strike back?

What's this? What's this? There's power everywhere What's this? A world beyond repair What's this? What am I seeing? A world that's for taking It'll be mine, this I swear What's this?

What's this? What's this? The world within my hands What's this? People bowing to demands What's this? My brother calls me a monster, that I must be insane. He tries to stop my reign? Oh brother, what pain. What is this? What's this?

The ones that fight me steal my brother away from me He gave up his own power, no I could let that be They wield One For All, but all but one of them end up dead Driving me so mad, I may just lose my own head

Oh look, what's this? A lonely child on the street? Why, my plan may be complete. That hate, will grow A fire He'll walk in my steps, push me forward ever higher What's this?

What's this? In here, the heroes have come by, oh well Guess they'll have to die Oh my! Now All Might is smashing in Time to reveal him to the world and all his shames and sins I shall break him, shake him to the core It's so much fun, it's so much fun Oh, wait is that a fist? What's this?

Oh my, what now? Tomura has returned No hope, no heroes here to save and inspire them or admire them Only vicious villains to ravage across the land What's this?

The insects coming at me with all their little Quirks They burn, stab and smash me, yet none of it works The hatred's burning in me, growing out to burst Foiling my final plan, this couldn't get worse

My heir, my goal The transfer must take it's toll Yet All Might stands before me The rage is every growing, I'm seeing red I simply cannot stop myself I hate him, yes, I hate him, I want his bloody head I cannot stop, I cannot stop, What has become of my plan?

What is this!?

[the-bar-sinister]

Lost and Found (1138 words) by thesavagesabretooth

summary: After being captured and savagely beaten, Zelgadis finds himself tended to by the most unexpected rescuer imaginable-- Copy Rezo.

-

Zelgadis' shoulders ached worse even than the rest of his body as they bore the brunt of his weight, chained by his wrists and hanging by the arms from the ceiling in the dank, echoing stone chamber. 

His shirt had been ripped off, and when he could focus well enough to see, he could see the dark blue blood dripping from the smashed stones embedded in his body. They had beaten him with hammers and spiked maces until he'd been unable to resist– until he'd been unable to stay conscious.

He'd awoken here, in the black stone cell, surrounded by faceless armored guards who said nothing. He'd tried to summon his magic to escape, but he had no reserves of energy to draw from.He'd had no idea how much blood he lost, but it seemed like a lot. He kept drifting in and out of wakefulness, with no idea how much time had passed.

Zelgadis was starting to accept that he was going to die there. Alone. Slowly losing track of the pain that wrecked his beaten body.

At some point a flash of light from the darkness drew his attention. There were screams. Lina? Maybe it was Lina.

The flashes got closer and the roar of spells, and the screams of the guards– who apparently could speak if they wanted– split the silence.

He might have lost consciousness again.

The next thing he knew there was a tall figure in white robes standing beside him, and the weight was off his arms. The figure had cut him down, and was holding him.

Zegladis' eyes tried to focus. Deep red hair. A long, sharp face. Refined features. A wide mouth.

A familiar face.

"Rezo?" he mouthed.

Zelgadis realized that he must have died. That was the only way that Rezo could be there, holding him in his arms. Zelgadis had died, and it was Rezo who had come for his soul.

Of course.

But the figure shook his head, and shifted Zelgadis in his arms to pull off the scarf that covered his forehead. There was a bright jewel embedded there.

Not Rezo. Copy Rezo.

But he was dead, too.

"How–" Zelgadis began. He stopped and asked the more pertinent question. "Are we dead?"

"Not quite." Copy Rezo was carrying home somewhere, through the darkness. Quite a feat, considering how heavy Zelgadis was. Maybe it was a spell. "Though you were getting close when I finally found you."

"How are you here?" Zelgadis rasped, the world spinning around him. "How are you alive?"

"I'll tell you later. Sleep now. You've lost a lot of blood."

Copy raised his hand again, and there was a familiar light. Zelgadis had only enough time to register it as a sleep spell before it worked on him.

-

Zelgadis woke up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, with no idea how much time had passed. The only clue was that his body still ached and throbbed. He reached down, wincing as he did, and peeked under the covers. His arms and torso had all been bandaged up.

Someone had actually rescued him. His heart thumped painfully in his chest. But was it really who it had seemed to be? Or had that been some kind of hallucination.

Zelgadis craned his neck painfully to look around the room– a small, sparsely decorated cottage with stone and wood walls, and a small hearth.

Standing by the hearth, apparently making tea, was that same out of place familiar figure.

Rezo– or rather Copy Rezo– turned toward him with an exasperated expression.

"Don't strain yourself, or you'll undo all the work I did," Copy instructed. He watched him with narrowed eyes, but there was a slight curl of amusement at the edge of his lips. "There's a healing spell in your future, but we have to wait until the venom on those weapons they were using wears off or it'll only make it worse."

The instructions barely made it through Zelgadis' battered skull. All he could manage was to again repeat what he'd asked before in the dank chasm.

"How are you here?"

Copy shook his head, pouring tea from a large iron pot on the hearth into a small earthenware cup and bringing it to the bedside.

"It's almost as mysterious to me as it is to you. After Flagoon, I woke up some time later in what must have been another Copy body, in an old lab. How my memories came to reside in this shell, I don't know. I try not to ask the question."

"Fair enough."

"Can you sit?" Copy asked.

"Maybe." Zelgadis carefully gathered his strength, and sat up a little in the bed. Copy offered him the cup of tea and he took it, sipping it quietly. If Copy was telling the truth, he wouldn't want to contemplate the implications either.

"If you're wondering how I came to find you, the answer is complicated I'm afraid," Copy continued. "You should focus on healing first. Your friends are on their way, but it will take them several days to get here."

"We were separated," Zelgadis grimaced. He sipped the tea again. It had a nostalgic flavor. The same way his grandfather had made it when Zelgadis was a small child.

"Indeed." 

Zelgadis' gaze met Copy's unsettling eyes again and he looked away. It was so strange, to see his grandfather's face, with his eyes open.

"So you have time to tell me what happened," he urged.

"Soon enough. Rest first." Copy put a long fingered hand on Zelgadis' face, and Zel flinched at the touch.

"Please don't put me to sleep again."

"Rest, then. And I won't have to." Copy leaned down, and his forehead rested gently against Zelgadis'.

Zelgadis felt his own breath shuddering in his chest as he let the man's forehead touch his own. He felt the little jewel embedded there brush against the stones in his own skin. Both of them owed their whole existence to the same man who'd hurt them both so terribly.

"You remember all his memories, don't you?" Zelgadis asked softly, their faces close.

"I do." Those eyes peered at him again, and Zelgadis shivered.

"Will you sing to me then?" Zelgadis asked, his cheeks flushing. "Like he did? …Is it cruel to ask you for that?"

"No," Copy sighed softly. He cupped Zelgadis' cheek in his hand. "No, it isn't cruel."

Copy pressed a soft kiss to Zelgadis' temple, and the chimera felt a deep ache in his chest that had nothing to do with his wounds.

He was silent, not knowing what to say as Copy sat down on the edge of the bed and started to sing for him, a nostalgic song that Zel had stopped hearing many years ago.

It was as comforting as it was sad.

[i-didnt-do-1t]

does Davey probably eventually go get Oscar though? "It tastes terrible, I know. But it'll make your fever go down." From Oscar to Morris

Hello! Davey definitely did go and get Oscar, he has no idea how to deal with a sick delancey lmao, enjoy :)

“Really Mo’? Making the mouth come an’ get me?”

Everything was blurred, and his head somehow felt worse than it had the week before when he’d tried (and failed) to drink Oscar under the table.

He barely had any memories of the morning aside from the odd feeling of floating and the vague feeling of numb hands. And now he was sitting on the ground, the brick of a wall digging into his back. He blinked a few times, lifting his head from where his chin had fallen against his chest somehow and the back of his neck ached.

Everything hurt. His head throbbed and his vision was still dark at the edges.

He blinked in an attempt to get the world to straighten back up but it did nothing aside from make his head spin and all he could make out was Oscar’s face and his furrowed eyebrows. Then there was the feeling of a hand on his shoulder, but it was a familiar weight so one he wouldn’t shrug away from.

Morris would’ve rolled his eyes if he felt he could do it without sending a shooting pain through his skull and the backs of his eyes but he was sure Oscar understood the sentiment.

The day was coming back to him in fragments.

“F’makes you feel any better think I told him’ not to.”

“That was stupid.”

“Yeah, rub it in when I don’feel like I’m about to pass out.”

In his defence, Oscar was able to stay quiet for all of ten seconds as he leant down and reached an arm under Morris’s shoulders in an attempt to prop him up, trying to avoid standing on the glass at his feet from a cup that Morris vaguely remembered hearing smash.

And then.

“I told you so.” Oscar said, the word’s quiet and smug as hell.

Morris knew it had been coming but he hated hearing it all the same.

“I’m gonna break your jaw so’s you can’t talk,”

“Uh-huh.” Oscar hauled him and the world swam for second, “You doin’ that before or after you pass out?”

The answer on his tongue died in his mouth as he stumbled to the side and his vision blacked, Oscar’s grip the only thing keeping him upright.

“Christ Mo’.”

“After.” He concluded, swallowing down the violent rise of nausea as he waited for the dark spots in his vision to disappear completely and Oscar snorted in response.

“Shut up and focus on walkin’”

“You’re a dick.”

“Yeah, the worst.” He paused. “You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah. Fine.”

Oscar didn’t let go of him the whole walk home.

————

“Think we got some medicine from when I got sick last winter.”

Oscar’s voice carried easily from the kitchen when he wanted it to Morris noted, and he would’ve pushed himself up, forced himself into the kitchen if he thought could because he hated lying in bed like this while it was light outside. Wiesel was going to go through him when he got home too, and being here like a sitting duck just made him an easy target, it was only that the thought of moving made the nausea curling in his stomach worse, and the ache in his head stopped any plans of getting up with the way it sharpened when he turned his head to the side.

It didn’t help that any motion at all made him feel like he was underwater, and he was pretty sure he was verging on the asleep side of being half awake but he frowned anyway at Oscar’s suggestion and spoke back, hoping he was loud enough for Oscar to hear.

“Os’ that stuff’s fuckin’ disgusting.”

“Yeah. Means it works.”

“Don’t think it does.”

But Oscar had that tone of voice which meant it didn’t really matter what Morris wanted. He would be taking the medicine because Oscar told him to and their was no point trying to argue.

He must’ve blinked, or maybe passed out for a moment, because one second Oscar was in the kitchen and the next he was standing by Morris’s bed and shoving his hand back on his forehead, donning that crease between his eyebrows which only got deeper and more concerned look the longer he held his hand there, the black looking glass bottle held in his other.

“I know it tastes terrible but it’ll help your fever go down.”

“I don’t got a fever.”

“Fuckin’ news to me. Drink some Mo.”

Morris glared, though if it looked anything like he felt it probably wasn’t that intimidating, doubly so because it was directed at Oscar of all people.

“You ain’t five Mo. Drink it.”

He relented and snatched the bottle from Oscar’s hand, the movement making him dizzy.

He downed a mouthful, and immediately stopped himself from wretching at the bitter taste, eyes squinted shut.

“Weren’t so hard was it?”

Morris glared, and then let his eyes drift close as he lent back against his thin pillow, mouth sour and coated and head spinning.

He spoke toward the ceiling with his eyes still shut and just had to hope Oscar was still there.

“You ain’t even gonna bring me a glass of water to wash it down.”

It was a statement not a question, and he could practically feel Oscar’s shrug.

“Nah. Maybe it’ll teach you not to be a moron next time and wonder off when you’re sick.”

“What, you worried about me or’ somethin’?”

And Morris knew the answer really, but wasn’t expecting Oscar to say anything, except, there was a nudge against his leg.

“And what if I was huh?”

And that was confirmation enough.

[blue-phoria]

Number 16ish

Aym and Baal have always been close. It's not until other people start treating that closeness like it's something wrong that they ever start feeling weird about it. It was always normal to sleep curled up on one another and to sit in each others laps. It's not until a drunk follower explains exactly what he thinks is going on that the dam breaks. Everyone agrees Baal was right for smashing a bottle over the guy's head, but now that someone said something they can't keep their comments to themselves and they make every time they share cups or sit too close weird.

Now Aym has been trying to sleep on the other side of the shared tent as Baal, but either way they can't sleep and feel so gross around each other now. Finally, they give up and just decide to do something if people are going to say it anyway. They assume the mutual disgust will kick in and they can go back to being normal without feeling weird because they would *know* what actual weirdness felt like. It'll kick in. Any second now. Any time. Soon. Hopefully.

The world is so much more difficult now that they are trying to avoid each other, they can't stop thinking of each other, wanting to embrace the other. The shame turns into hatred... They start bitterly fighting, as the cult is pretty small and they can't really avoid each other. They try to find other partners, but its wrong... One night, they both get drunk. They fight with blades, after a long argument. The anger turns to tears, they collapse, embracing the other. Baal tearfully lets out all the pain, telling Aym about how its been hell without him at his side. Aym agrees, and they fall asleep, cuddling close. For the cult to find them in the morning...

[cainluvr69]

Let Me Tell You The Story Of A Rainbow - Chapter 23

Previous Chapter

Rutile: …Maybe it'd be a moonless night. One where you can only see the stars twinkling above. Or snow could be falling, or rain could be pouring down, or there could even be a raging storm that very night…it's all the same.

Akira: …Yeah.

It felt like Rutile's understanding smile was pushing me forward. I kept talking.

Akira: If I never opened my curtains, I never would've had the chance to see the scenery beyond my window.

Even though what I was saying was a little disorganized and honestly a little out there, no one tried to cut me off or stop me.

Akira: Miss Luca.

The delicate rainbow scales from Roxy's wings had dusted over Luca's cheeks, like makeup carefully applied to a porcelain doll. How beautiful, I thought.

Akira: Is there really nothing besides the world inside your picture books that calls to you? No lands you've seen outside your window, nothing else you've done in the world outside? If you let yourself become a part of this world, you'll never have a chance to see or do anything else outside again. It'll all be lost to you. …And I think that…it'd be a terrible shame to let it all go to waste like that.

I hadn't even realized that I'd extended my hand towards Luca until the moment my fingers gently brushed against her cheek. But at the same moment I did, the mess of vines shuddered, and her chrysalis of flowers began the final steps needed to finish swallowing her up forever.

Rutile: Master Sage…!

But I wasn't the vines' target--they went after Rutile, catching him when he was off balance from trying to protect me.

Mithra: <Arthim>

The moment the vines chose Rutile as their target, though, Mithra's magic lashed out. It was automatic, instinctual, unhesitating. And for a moment, the world around us…strained. A chill of anxiety ran down my spine, and then the ground below us began to scream.

Akira: …?!

The world began to shake harder than it ever had before and, more worryingly, began to tilt as fissures ripped themselves open in the ground. My wizards responded immediately, taking to the air on their brooms. I, too, was tucked securely against Rutile's back.

Mithra: Rutile, are you hurt?

Rutile: N-no. But, Mithra, your spell…!

Mithra: I can't be bothered to hold myself back anymore. How that girl chooses to erase herself has nothing to do with me. And you are far more important to me than she is.

Rutile: But…

Mithra: Those who give up on living are bound to die either way. There's no encouragement you can give that'll pull those who chose to continue living as cowards, never finding their own pride, out of that. They're already nothing more than corpses whose vital signs haven't quit yet. I'd rather just die than let that happen to me.

Murr: What about if they just haven't had the opportunity to find that pride yet?

Mithra: Excuse me…?

A cheery voice with a keen, intellectual edge to it cut into the conversation. Murr sat astride his broom, head tilted to one side, his gaze needle-sharp and just as good at piercing to the heart of things.

Murr: Living a life without anything to spur me forward is flat out impossible for me, too! That said, I have my beloved. It's hanging in the sky right now. Of course, my love for it is what smashed my soul to pieces. But despite that, I still yearn endlessly for the moon, trying to get close to it time and time again. And I'm sure that will never change no matter how many times it shatters me. I can't imagine myself living a life where I'm not in love with the moon!

Shylock: ……

Rutile: …For Luca, this world is a precious treasure she's had since the day she was born. I…I can't even imagine how painful it is for her that she's losing it. She must feel like her heart is being pulled in two…reality can be cruel. But… But I still want to hope that there's still joys and bright prospects just waiting for her to find them. She just hasn't lived long enough yet. And I'm absolutely certain that the "pride" you're talking about, Mithra, something similar to Murr's love of the moon, is somewhere in their number.

Akira: Rutile…

Rutile frowned sadly, clutching his hands to his chest. He slowly closed his sincerely shining eyes, the color of freshly sprouted grass, and then opened them again. It seemed like there was something specific on his mind.

Rutile: And…I can't forget her smile. I won't forget it. She looked so happy when she ate the sugar I made for her. And the face she made when Murr made that shower of sugar shined so brightly, too… …And we saw Mister Aslan in the pieces of Luca's memories. When he was exposed to a world he knew nothing about and showed interest in it. For that to have been sealed into one of these pearls means that it's a memory as precious to her as the time she's spent with her friends, right?

Mithra: …

Shino: Listen up, Luca!

Shino sliced his way through the encroaching vines, confidently facing Luca as he made his declaration.

Shino: I'm someone who had to look for the place where I belong, too! I totally get how hiding yourself in your own little world feels so much better than facing how awful reality is. But when I pulled myself out of mine, I met the single most precious person in the world. That meeting changed my life. Meeting him was like…it was like the world suddenly had color now, that's how much it changed. And I bet there's someone out there, someone or something, that when you meet 'em, it'll completely change how you view yourself. Obviously I can't promise anything, but…isolating yourself means you'll never even have the chance of that happening. If you just shut your eyes to everything, then everything's gonna ignore you, too. And right now's the best time to be brave about it!

There was no slowing down the curling, twisting vines, but there was no stopping Shino, either. He was opening a path to Luca through the vines--and Arthur was the one who took it.

Arthur: Luca Carroll! I was overjoyed to have the chance to meet such a talented artist as yourself. You see, I love this beautiful world that I was lucky enough to be born into. Through your art I got to see landscapes I'd never seen before, and that made me love this world even more than I already did. I want to know everything about this world I live in. And I want you to tell me about a world that I don't know. A world I've never seen. A world I didn't even know existed! Even if you one day lose that world…your experiences within it can never be taken from you. I am certain that there are things that only you can do, that only you can share because you've lived in this world. And…I am sure that your memories of this beautiful world won't fade easily. Not only the memories you have now, but the ones you will make in the future as well. And when you make them, would you be so kind as to tell me more about this world that you love so much?

The vines began targeting Arthur, but they got kicked off course by the one and only Murr.

Murr: I wanna know more about your friends, too! There's so many things in the world that you see, that you illustrate, that don't exist in aaaany literature or documentation in the whole wide world. And that makes you a super special reference for them! Because, hey, even if you stop being able to see them, if you come back out to the outside world, you can look for a method to see them again! How's that sound? It up and disappearing on you is a waste, I agree, but I think that deciding that that's the end of everything is even more of a waste. If it were me, I'd keep searching to the ends of the earth for a way to see the ones I love again! I think there's way more value in chasing after something you're willing to stake your life on, instead of just up and dying here. I mean, you've got the rest of your long wizard life ahead of you!

As my wizards spoke, I felt like I could see the movements of the vines slow down a little. Like they were hesitating about something.

Aslan: …Luca.

His voice trailed off…but I could still hear the heart he was putting into his words. Aslan had regained consciousness. As if in response to the sound of his voice, the vines and even the flowers that held Luca in their ephemeral embrace stilled their movements, calming down. Arthur weaved his way through the vines down to Luca's side, and Aslan slid off his broom. He approached Luca with unsteady legs and Arthur's support. And as he took each step he spoke--or sang, perhaps, his voice the gentle, almost melodic sound that, say, a man not too used to singing lullabies would have as he tried to sing one for his adopted daughter after she had a nightmare.

Aslan: …I was dreaming. I dreamt of the day when you first told me about the beautiful world that I can't see. Of the gentle smile you had while you told me about your beloved friends. I'm truly so, so sorry that…I didn't realize you weren't able to see those friends anymore. …You must have felt so scared. You must've felt like you were going to lose everything important to you.

Aslan gently stroked Luca's hair, and I thought I saw her long eyelashes flutter.

Aslan: But you know, Luca. Just because you can't see them doesn't mean they don't exist anymore. They'll always be right at your side, watching over you. …Don't you think so?

Roxy made a perfect circle in the air and then landed on Luca's chest. The glittering rainbow scales that scattered whenever it flapped its wings seemed to shine even brighter against the backdrop of this faded, collapsing world.

Rutile: Please, Luca. Accept your memories back into you. I know that right now you're terrified of having to say goodbye to this irreplaceable world full of your friends, but… I'm sure you can find things to love in the world outside your picture books, too. I won't say that the real world is nothing but fun and smiles, but there's still so many beautiful places to see and people to form special, one of a kind bonds with.

Rutile and I held out our hands to Luca together, presenting her with the six pearls once again.

Rutile: Your very brave friends did their best to keep these precious memories safe. That's why we were able to gather them all together in one place. Say, Luca. Did you know? My dream is to create and publish my own picture books one day, too. I want to draw all of the Sage's wizards and create a wonderful, warm-hearted story. So, I'd like to be your friend. Because I'd like to protect your world…and you yourself, of course.

Akira: Me, too… I want to talk with you so much more, Miss Luca. There's so many things I want to ask you about. It won't be like what's in your world, but…how about we go looking for new sights and sounds and places that make your heart dance? Maybe it'll be the differences in how the sun sets every evening, or in a sky that has stars spilling out of it, or maybe a cheery, noisy breakfast time…

Murr: Hey, do you like stars? Let's go to the Observatory of the Unknown and you can use its telescope to look at all the stars you want! I'll introduce you to the love of my life, too. The sea of sparkling stars vanishes once the sun rises, but we'll be able to meet it again once the sun sinks past the horizon line. So we can stay there for as many days as you want!

Arthur: In Northern Country, the sight of the morning sun over a pristine silver field of snow is beautiful enough to take your breath away. And those breaths will turn white right in front of you. It never gets old to me, no matter how many times I see it happen. There are frozen lakes you can skate over the top of, or you could open a hole in the ice and try your hand at fishing. I'd love it if I could share how fun these things are with you.

Shino: There's nothing as pretty as the rays of sunlight you see deep in the forest. I'll take you to a good place and you can see 'em for yourself.

Rutile: Oh, I can take you to Tycho Lake! We can go shell hunting. The shells there, when you crush them and mix them up just right, they can turn into amazing paints.

Mithra: …Do I need to say something too? Well, dying is something you can do whenever. If you leave and decide you'd really rather not be out there, I can turn you to stone on the spot if you'd like. And if you decide you'd like to stay, then…perhaps you'd like to ferry some corpses across the lake with me?

Just then, the pearls in my hand began to glow. They floated into the air towards Luca, as if drawn to her, and once they'd all gathered above her chest they melted into a single, shining pearl. Beyond the dazzling light, I saw Luca's eyes quietly flutter open. Her pale, bloodless lips moved weakly.

Luca: …I…want to see… …The sweet, sparkly rain…again.

Next Chapter

[marshmallowprotection]

raising the urge to assign every mcr song to mysme characters (mostly the twins)

Oh, I got you, Anon.

V and Rika are Demolition Lovers. I don't know how else to put that but together, they are that song in every sense of the word. Just think long and hard about the lyrics and you'll go, "Oh, yeah, this is them in the worst way".

Unknown is Thank You for the Venom. What better for him than this song? Who is going to save him when he's filled to the brim with a lot of poison that won't save him? SE Saeran feels like To The End. I can say that it feels like... his way of expressing how loving him means it'll be until the end, and every pain that comes with it is something you shouldn't accept. Leave before your end comes, y'know? But, he still wants you.

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W for Suit Saeran. Listen, it's about the contrast of loving you and wanting to run away from you. He fears the heat of love and he still yearns for it. Desolation Row for Ray. That's got to do with his disillusioned dream of reality. How hopeless it feels when he just wants a fantasy of happiness. Summertime for GE Saeran. He is willing to smash his trauma on the ground and try to move forward... even if it's hard, knowing that you'll be with him.

Disenchanted for V. He's just a "sad song" with nothing to say. That's the essence of this man before he's able to find himself and heal over time. Jumin is Skylines and Turnstiles. I feel like you can frame that in two ways. From his loss of Jihyun Kim or to how lost he feels until he knows your love.

Saeyoung is the very essence of Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back. He knows that his life might end but in the name of the ones he loves... he'll do it. Every time. He'll do it no matter how his hands bleed. Hear me out, The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You for Jaehee. Except, it's about her work/life balance where she puts herself in a rough spot over and over even though she knows she needs better.

Zen is Surrender the Night. What more than a song about giving in to temptation? It would be too on the nose to give him House of Wolves. So, let's give him a song where he sits with you late... letting go of his mask to admit his weakness. Yoosung is The World is Ugly. I think he realizes that the world isn't fair and it can be harsh, but when he had the chance to meet you... he found beauty again. He found a reason to persist and smile in the sunlight.

It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Fucking Deathwish for Vanderwood. It feels fitting, even though we don't know that much about him. He'll do whatever it takes to live, and that comes after you have been forced to face Hell over and over.

[balladetto]

directly referring to this / @gloryseized

     There's a part of Kane that's been preparing for this, he thinks.

     Because without it, he's not sure he'd be entirely upright. Entirely conscious. He's not sure he'd be here: heart thudding a dull rhythm in his ears, hand outstretched and grasping at nothing, forehead tingling from the last touch it knows and will know from his brother. He blinks — blinks again, and keeps blinking like something is wrong with his vision, like if he just opens and shuts his eyes enough times, Shion will be there again. Shion will be there, sword poised high, and Kane will have the time and wherewithal to stop him from severing the one thing tying them together.

     Kane only has time now.

     He will only ever have time now.

     His chest collapses in on itself, bones shattering and piercing through flesh with all the force of a terrible, terrible grief. He chokes on the blood that bubbles up, chokes on the petrified tears that've turned his voice into screaming silence — and isn't that funny? That they are petrified. That they aren't sobs that hollow him out, that scrape out all the insides of his veins to fill them with a poison seeping to the core, but rather sobs that are still holding out for something.

     I will be safe, Shion had said. Had sworn, as if that promise hasn't been broken a hundred times over since they woke up to a fairy who belonged to no one. Kane drops to his knees, a hand pushed against his lips and the awful sounds coming from them, because there's a thread in all that he is — pained and undone — that's blisteringly furious. It tunnels into: what about him? Demands: what about me?

     But it's never been about him. It's never been about him. There is no room for it to be about him when his brother is the Hero of Time, when his brother's the one who saved everyone, when his brother's the one who had to sacrifice everything. Kane remembers clasping him in his arms, a quivering hero that needed to not be a hero for a breath's respite — and Kane remembers his tunic ripping out from his grasp, a hero that no longer knows how to be anything else.

     He almost expects the world to rupture. To really end. Shion has been the linchpin to it for his whole life that it feels — now that he's gone and faded into a column of light, more than merely absent — an inevitable outcome. Kane cannot hold his breath against the gasps rippling through his body, but he looks at the fucking Master Sword and dares it to suddenly fall to pieces like smashed glass.

     The sword does not break. The world does not rupture. Because the world has never only just been Shion; Shion's only just been Kane's world.

     His fingers touch the Master Sword's hilt for the first time. Nobody but Shion has been allowed this cursed honour. They wrap around it tight, desperate, pleading as he braces his weight against the plinth and tries to stand. He can't. He can't. He can barely lift his head because he's ten again, his world upended as the Door of Time slid shut behind him — he's ten again, small hands still soft from unpracticed combat pounding on the stone with a reckless ferocity, begging for his brother back. Begging, and begging, and begging.

     The dead must find solace in the noise torn from the remains of his throat, because there are several answering ghastly wails. Or that's just the Temple of Time's marble walls, reflecting his anguish back at him: that's just him, echoing so intensely he half-hopes it'll reverberate across timelines to reach his brother.

     There is a Kane out there who will have his wish granted. There is a Kane out there he should be deliriously happy for.

     There is a Kane out there he loathes with the kind of teeth-sinking resentment he wants the ground to swallow him whole for.

[the-firebird69]

2011 TranStar Dagger GT

And having assignment to do in my time and it's not building our house like professor hasso's wife. It gives them a chance and it gives us a chance to survive because they need a chance and we get it and I'm going to go ahead and put this together in another proposal and it's all about the move you said I need to and for my protection and right now if they get on Venus it's going to be a problem you can see it in the movie how it happens in the future when you're not there hopefully I'm going to write that up too

Hera

We have decided but this move is getting momentum and we are sitting around doing nothing and we need to get lit up and this will do it without me complaining everyday. I'm learning a lesson from Ben we might leave this planet for them and they like that it's their home and it says my brother made the mountains anyways. So he's mad and says shut up then it's kind of like give it away he says are you huge I said yeah but really somewhere else so he's happy about it he says what do you do when we come in regular size it's about that 20 ft he knows terrific outside it's good news. And there's a lot of stuff happening but boy they can be very fast they're recorded it going almost twice the speed of sound and our son is recorded it going 2.5 the speed of sound these lighter and smaller but soon you'll be bigger and it'll go faster and then we'll ben amazed cuz he's going to see him. My son will go there and usually he's in Yellowstone and he's going to give a show to him. Have you end up running away two or 300 miles an hour it'll be astonished haven't done it before too

Thor Freya

Now he says why would you do that and I'm smiling saying no reason I used to do it to us when you're huge we care about you and you care about us and he cares about you

Olympus the roof is going up they're nailing off the plywood wherever it looks like it's not holding because the nails are rusted and pretty much they're going to have to nail the whole thing they think and he says they suggest you go along the lines and so they start doing that and they're saying it's not bad idea and you going along the seam it seem and they're doing that already they say and it's true this might take a while cuz they say they have to nail it all off

They usually kind of included in the price too but here it is this is a pain these rooms are disgusting mess and they're getting ready to put pieces in and they're going to cut them shortly and it's a work day the light going on here they pulled out no diamonds it was a no go tell me if in the way it was Tommy f and his forces said no and they're getting ready to try and move him it's extraordinarily huge news bja is firing trumpsters. There's some more things going on Alicia was forced off a mountaintop and they tried to say that our son had a commit suicide but you can see them doing it and it is VGA and Trump has been doing that kind of thing to people of his and it's a signal to do it to a ton of them and a whole bunch of them are getting killed all over the world. And yes 7:37 is there playing and it's analogous to what's happening obviously it's not a joke to some people she did sell into the water and he said unfortunately you can't land head first or feed first because it'll jam your head into your spine and she thought of putting her arms in front of her and thought it would smash her face and it does so she landed kind of awkwardly and it works and she had her shoulder jam into her head a little but I twisted the other way and she's not that bad off it's still quite a few broken bones and they found her and she was in a bad shape and she's in a lot of pain and she said we have to stop inspiring this. Donald Trump is launching a counter attack and they're going to all be forced out not today but it was the one and the pseudo empire is gearing up to begin the process of attempting to move the ships on the warlocks are getting ready to invade and then finding each other in Alabama Georgia Mississippi and three other states on the way over the whole South Trump is losing badly bja is sending contingents to get their stuff and getting information and keys and more and it's a huge effort there's huge movements on Harley-Davidson and Indian motorcycles to grab them are they going to dealerships and buying whatever they have and they're saying no and they're saying yes and it's bja and Trump is losing his dealerships and mac and Ben are forced to sell and are going to start fighting it shortly but they are taking all of them that they can find we'll see they're purchasing them because people will kill them and they're actually purchasing them from Max and Max are selling them because they think they're going to go after Tommy f and they are planning to they're buying tons of them this motorcycle company is going to start selling tons of bikes or we'll go out of business because the idiots were trying to take it over and he says that we can take it over and this technique might work and we agree we know what they're going to do with them mostly and we have to have a meeting he said the accordion off of a huge area and you put the factories in and you tell them we're going to release 10 million to you those 10 million people have to leave and we'll make more and just first more and Tommy Allen wants to do that it looks like he's winning the extortion campaign we're going to go ahead and propose it we can do it with motors if they approve it but they say would rather do it with trikes and big bikes so that's going forwards and people are grabbing the Volkswagens to make the flight cycles too or flight trikes this is going on right now. The invasion is spelled out the evacuations continuing they were 19% earlier right now they're at 17% plus a little and we expect them to evacuate at least 3% more today and they will be down to 14% but really it's going to keep going like this every day and night tomorrow is probably going to be around 11% and there's no faster all the areas on the Earth are evacuating except for where the invasion forces coming here and it looks like to secure our sun and bring him to Australia

Thor Freya