#something something names have power something something the hero needs a mother’s blessing

[percyjaczon]

thinking about how percy’s mother named him after perseus, one of the only greek heroes to have had a happy ending, in hopes that her son would avoid the tragedy that befell most heroes and instead have a long and fulfilling life. and how she told him that he would not only be a hero, but be the greatest hero of all. and how percy was ultimately declared to have risen above every hero in tlo and saw that he will live a long life and is implied that he will die peacefully.

thinking about how jason’s mother didn’t even want to name him jason and how he was only named after the greek hero in order to abate a goddess’s wrath. how that still wasn't enough, so she ended up giving his life up to the gods. and how the main purpose of jason’s entire life from that point was to be in service of them. how jason the hero lost the favor of his patron hera and died miserable and alone. and how jason lost his father’s favor when he dared to question him one time. and how jason spent his last months adrift from everything and everyone he once knew and loved, and ultimately died in service to the gods, and alone.

[medusapelagia]

Seeds of Dreams, Seeds of Truth 11\11

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Alternate Universe - Magic, Regent Prince/King Steve Harrington, Knight Eddie Munson, Prison, Sick Steve Harrington, Vomiting, Attempted Murder, Poisoning, Double povs, Panic Attacks, Magic,

And... it's... done! This is the last part of my @steddiesummerexchange fic written for @penny00dreadful! Sorry if it took forever and I hope you enjoyed it! I had SO much fun writing it! :)

Read it here or on AO3 - Now complete!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

WC: 815

Epilogue

Steve is standing in front of the Sacred House.

Just a few steps and he will not be the Prince Regent but the King.

The official version is that King Richard died in his sleep after getting a disease that spread in the castle and killed many men. His last words were for his son; he asked for forgiveness and told him that he was proud of the man he had become.

Once more, Steve crosses the threshold, head bowed in submission to the old gods and the new, and a sling around his neck, ready to face the weight of the responsibility of being the new sovereign.

In front of him, there are two people: the old cleric that he had known since he was a child and a tall blond woman with a long black cloak and many crystals at her neck. They both give him their blessing, in the common tongue and in the old tongue, and then they offer him his regalia: the sword and the scepter.

The sword is not the long engraved blade it used to be. After the fight with Vecna only the hilt of the blade remained intact, but the wild iris shines brightly even in the dimmed light of the sacred house and Steve is pretty sure that it has something to do with Robin’s power. 

The cleric hums and then starts to pronounce the oath that Steve must take in front of their gods and their people, but Steve stops him and turns toward his people.

“Those oaths are old and they don’t represent us anymore. From today on we are a new Kingdom, with new rules, and new oaths. And I want to pronounce mine here, where everyone can hear me.” He declares, and Robin smiles proudly while the cleric stares at him aghast. “I solemnly promise and swear to govern all the people of our realm and treat them equally. I solemnly promise and swear to be a fair ruler and that I'll rule with my heart and my soul. I solemnly promise and swear to devote myself to the kingdom's well-being. The things which I have here before promised, I will perform and keep.”

***

“Nice words.” Robin says, finding Steve in the throne room. “Do you believe in them?”

“You know I do,” he confirms, without turning. Then he asks “You knew who he was, didn’t you? The monster that was hunting us down was the same hero we used to honor in our books.” Robin nods silently, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“As I told you before, there’s power in names.” She explains, “You needed to find it out by yourself.”

Steve raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment.

“Are you still sure about the kid?”

The king nods, and his golden crown shines in the clear morning light. “I talked to his mother, and she agreed to send him to study at your home if you’ll let her come too.”

The mage nods. “Will has great potential, but I think that Joyce could become a good healer in no time.”

“What about those who will come?”

“Magic is like a seed that blooms where she wants, and I love picking flowers.” The mage replies with a soft smile. “I’m sorry that you consumed your little seed to follow Vecna in the realm of dreams, but I’m glad you did.”

“You always knew you, didn’t you?”

“I have seen glimpses of you in the flames since you were a kid.” She confesses, “I didn't know who you were or how you were connected to me, but I always felt that you were a missing part of me. When I finally met you I knew. You’ve got my blood in your veins.” She says, brushing some hair away from his face. “I had an older sister once. She had no magic seed in her soul, but she was brave and loyal. She was pregnant when the purge started. I thought I lost her forever, but it seems I didn’t.” Robin kisses Steve’s cheek.

“If you ever need your help, send a robin in the woods with your message, and I’ll come.” Then she smirks. “But with a loyal guard like Eddie I think you are in very good hands.”

The king's personal guard is standing near the door in his polished armor with a hand on the hilt of his sword.

The mage gives Steve another benediction and then she turns into a bird and flies away.

“Did you know that?” Eddie asks, getting closer.

“That I had magic in my blood or that she could transform?”

“Both.”

“No. I didn’t know either. But there is one thing I know. It was a very long day and my personal guard should take care of me. In bed. Now.”

Eddie smiles and lifts his king with no effort, paying attention not to jostle him too much. The golden crown falls to the ground with a metal clang, but neither of them cares about it. All they want now it’s to discover their bodies again, and again and again.

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[strawberryvanillablast]

Hi! May i request Giorno confessing to his crush( fem preferably )?

Let's say his crush has been there for him when he was down and helped him a lot.

Of course! Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy reading it!

Through Thick and Thin (Giorno Giovanna X Female!Reader)

He remembered the first time you two met.

It was a chilly autumn night, where the leaves were changing colors and he was shivering from the biting cold despite him wearing such long sleeves. Leaning against one of the school's many balconies, it was definitely one of those melancholy moods where all he could do was just stare at the full moon and reminisce about his life so far. He couldn't help but resent his mother and stepfather whenever he was reminiscing. Even though his hero made them stop their behavior...

"Hey there," A girl's voice pleasantly called out to him. "You okay?"

"Hm?"

He turned to see a girl leaning against another school balcony in the school tracksuit. She had (h/l) (h/c) hair that shone faintly in the pale moonlight with her (e/c) eyes blinking calmly. He only gave a tiny nod before turning to face the rest of the school, the moon still shining.

"You seemed kind of down," The girl continued. "So, I thought to give you some company. After all, looking at the moon is nice with friends to talk to, right?"

He turned back to her with an eyebrow raised. A friend, she said? She didn't even know him at all. But he wasn't going to protest much at all if she wanted to think that way. After all, she was right about having a friend to share some time with.

"Sorry," She apologized sheepishly, outstretching her hand. "I forgot to introduce myself. My name's [Y/N]. [Y/N] [L/N]. What's yours?"

"I'm Giorno Giovanna," He introduced as he returned her handshake. "It's very nice to meet you too."

From that point onward, the relationship with [Y/N] was a blessing he treasured each and every day. When he was struck with the fever, the only thing that would soothe him was [Y/N]'s smile and laughter. If he had a bad day, seeing and being with [Y/N] cheered him up rapidly.

And he made sure that he would give his all whenever [Y/N] was sick, down, or otherwise not feeling her regular happy-go-lucky self. After all, that's what friends do for each other. Be there for each other both in the good times and the bad.

However, as time slowly went by, it was becoming clear to him that it was more than just friendship he was feeling towards [Y/N]. His heart beating rapidly, the blush rising to his cheeks immediately, butterflies in his stomach.

Giorno Giovanna was in love with [Y/N].

He sighed as he placed an arm over his eyes, reminiscing of the times where [Y/N] was there for him. He remembered his horrible fever, of a dangerous spike in his body temperature, when he saw [Y/N] carrying some snacks to help him while he recovered. He remembered both of them having a nice hairstyle party when his hair inexplicably turned a golden hue. And he remembered the time that he showed his power: turning her pencil into a ladybug and back again.

He sat up in his bed, clenching his fists in determination. He needed to confess to [Y/N] before it was too late, before he had regrets. As a last-minute internal pep talk to himself, he gave himself one glance-over in the mirror.

'I can do this,' He thought, trying to calm himself down. 'I can do this.'

As he walked over to the usual meeting place with [Y/N], he'd not one single clue of the internal turmoil that [Y/N] herself was having. She'd liked Giorno ever since the day she met him and this could have been her last chance to confess. She was nervous, fidgeting, trying to calm herself down.

'I have to confess to him,' [Y/N] thought to herself. 'I have to! Before it turns into regret. After all, he's my greatest friend and I want it to be a little bit more now.'

At the meeting spot, at exactly 3:13 p.m. on a beautiful Friday, Giorno Giovanna and [Y/N] met up to talk about something rather important.

[candy-ac3]

Brand new fanfic!

Red hood and Nikkō Purotekutā- chapter 1

notes- I never actually posted a fanfic here on tumblr before, well not a full length one lol. Sorry if it's not that good I had major writers block and haven't actually written in like a month. But for important details I'm not actually Japanese so sorry if I got anything wrong or do get anything wrong. As well they are actually speaking Japanese in Japan I didn't translate it to make it easier to read but if Akemi or anyone else does speak Japanese that isn't a full conversation it will be translated (if it's important then there be a translation in the fic but I don't know if I will reveal something that way lol) anyways time for the actual fic I hope ya enjoy!

Chiyo city, named after its founder, is a popular tourist city in Japan not too far from Tokyo itself. The reason why so many people come is for a simple reason, it’s immortal hero, a magical girl who had been around since the city was just a small town, Nikkō Purotekutā. Known for her upbeat personality and love for all things cute, she's been the soul defender of the city from evil Yōkai for hundreds of years with her magical glitter powers.

Well that’s the public story at least.

Akemi zipped up the suitcase, the last of his stuff was now officially packed. He let out a sigh, he had two suitcases packed with everything that’s ever been important to him, and well clothes and other stuff he needed as well. His family had been born and raised in the small town for generations, all of his closest friends lived there and he’d be leaving everything behind, but he also had a reason as to why he needed to leave, at least for college. His mother was… a lot he loved her but well he needed some control in his life, and even if he went to college in Japan he knew that his mother would still be overbearing. Akemi flopped down onto his bed, his face looking up at the ceiling as he closed his eyes. He had gotten used to sleeping whenever he could thanks to his mother almost always overworking him.

“Akemi come down here right now or we will be late!” Akemi’s mother Chō yelled out her words coming out quickly as she was furious.

Akemi rolled his eyes as he got up, noticing his cat which he had named well Neko as a child sleeping next to him, Akemi couldn’t help but faintly smile as he gave the old cat a pet before standing up and sighing as he left his room making sure to leave the door open for Neko as he went down the stairs as quickly as he could, not bothering to freshen up. His mother was waiting by the door, her arms crossed as she looked at him annoyed.

“Do you want to lose credit?! This will be your last big performance until the holidays. Imagine the fans if you aren’t there!” Akemi’s mother stated her face only getting angrier as she spoke.

“Right, the fans…” Akemi said quietly, he would barely have time between the ending of the performance and when the plane flies off to actually get there as well as eating dinner. 

Akemi and his mother left their house, a traditional home that after mainly villain attacks had to be rebuilt many times with a more secure structure. The two made their way to the train station and quickly got on, with her still criticizing him for taking so long, they left a minute after they meant to. Akemi didn’t say anything as he put his headphones on and his hood up as he looked out the window seeing the city pass by quickly as they made their way to their destination.

When they got to the show building Chō quickly rushed him to a bathroom shoving him into an employees only room, he was happy it was at least unisex, still he knew he had to do it quickly or else his mother would be even more upset. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, before letting himself transform.

It was like something from one of those classical magical animes his mother had made his younger sister watch to study, they had believed their blessing was passed down just to the first born female with his mother’s side where it came from only giving birth to females, but when he was a male she knew she would have to have a girl for it to be continued, well thought more than new as when he became a teen he had accidentally transform into Nikkō Purotekutā when he was playing a video game with his friends, rendering all the training his sister did worthless and made it so he had the stuff suddenly hammered into him.

He hated the feeling, he was only recently able to convince his mother to let him transform alone as he was fully exposed with his old clothes leaving way for a pink dress with the bottom being incredibly puffy. His hair became longer and a light pink in contrast to the dark pink outfit, with makeup appearing as well along with boots that were more like heels. He also gained cat ears and a tail when he transformed along with tiny angel wings that weren’t usable to fly like he would’ve wished. Though the most drastic change that he hated going through everytime was his body going from admittedly not exactly a peak male one as he was slim with very few muscles, to a hyper feminine one with his body proportions being sleek and elegant. He rolled his eyes as he saw himself in the mirror, a frown on his face but he pushed it off and replaced it with a smile as he took a deep breath and walked out. 

He was quickly brought away from the bathroom as fans were cheering for him well for Nikkō, they were trying to get pictures and autographs with him just giving a small wave as he made his way to the stage.

“Nikkō” quickly got to the stage, the lights still off with the stands being completely filled with the lightsticks they all had lighting people up just enough to count. He didn’t understand why his mother had him become a pop idol with him already being a magical girl, it wasn’t about money as they had brand deals upon brand deals with multiple widely loved anime and movies of Nikkō with them alone making millions of yen. Still he took a deep breath and signal for the spotlight to be turned on as it shined onto him.

“Thank you all for being here and for supporting me throughout many generations!” Nikkō began, Akemi cringed internally though kept up the smile. “As many of you know this will be my last performance in Japan as I must travel to train my skills to protect you better, but as my final goodbye we shall make it spectacular!” Nikkō exclaimed with a wide smile as her fans cheered.

“Thank you all once again for coming and have a magical night!” Nikkō said happily as he used his powers to make a small light show in front of the stands with it dissolving into gritter, he gave a wave goodbye before “light-shining” away as a big burst of light came from where he was and he was gone. 

Once Akemi confirmed the backstage was clear he quickly transformed back and rushed off to the front to find his mother who was waiting for him.

“You can talk about the show later, we can’t miss the plane, your father and sister are already there with your stuff” Chō ushered him as she grabbed her son’s wrist to drag him away back to the trains so they could get to the airport. It was dark now with the stars hiding away in the massive city. Akemi sighed, at least now in America he wouldn’t have to worry about stupid concerts.

For as much as Akemi’s mother pressured him ever since a young age she’s been sure to teach him many languages, both dead and alive, English being one of the many he knew how to speak, though his sister knew more than him. Akemi could care less about what country he moved to but him and his mother had a deal where the only place he could move to for college was America because in his mother’s words, “they have better schools and better heroes there”.

Eventually the two reached their stop and got off the crowded train with Akemi being dragged by his mother to the airport with his father and sister waiting for them with his suitcases.

“Can’t believe you’re actually leaving, is it because that robot guy is scaring you or some shit?” His sister, Keiko teased him with a smirk, Akemi rolled his eyes right, “Shin no yōgo-sha” his mysterious male rival that no one had seen before.

“Eh just means I don’t have to deal with that b-... boy now” Akemi said as he had to stop himself from cussing.

“Don’t get too cocky, there's a good chance Yōkai will still attack.” His mother told him, he was pretty certain that robot guy wasn’t a Yōkai seeing how it didn’t even resemble one but his mother insisted he was one. “Now remember what we discussed, find the nearest hero to where you are. But NO superhero teams try to find a magical girl team and not one of them superheroes they have no respect for their elders” Chō told him sternly, Akemi had heard it constantly how his mother wanted him to respect their ancestors by joining only magical girls, despite there being basically none besides  their family. 

“I won’t ma don’t worry” Akemi told her with a smile, he didn’t know how faithful he would be…

They gave their last goodbyes as Akemi took his suitcases and made his way to the plane. He got in his seat and got settled as he looked out the window as they took off from the city he grew up in getting smaller and more distant as the plane flew away into the night, as Akemi slowly fell asleep.

-

Akemi yawned as he woke up, it was day now and the plane was close to landing. He sighed but had a faint smile as he looked at his new home, sure it wasn’t the best place, but he was able to get a decent apartment for a good price and could practice fighting real criminals here as well. Though he had to admit he would stand out being a magical girl in the city as dark as this. 

He quickly got off and got his suitcases with him ordering an uber as he stepped out of the airport into the busy and noisy city. Gotham, his new home. The uber quickly came and drove in front of his apartment. Akemi gave him a tip and got his baggage quickly heading to the apartment. He was surprised by how much security there was but then he remembered hearing how bad the city was. He used the key that he was sent ahead of the time and entered the apartment, it wasn’t the biggest nor smallest place. Akemi sighed as he placed his stuff down in the master bedroom, right he needs an air mattress… Akemi exited the apartment and locked the door, he had already converted all of his personal yen to usd so he didn’t have to worry about any payment issues at the store, he also knew he needed stuff to make his dinner.

Though as he was walking suddenly he got pulled into an alley by a mugger who pointed a gun at him and was threatening Akemi to give him all of his money. This was it, Akemi’s chance to show why he was the hero of his home to show he wasn’t just a magical girl but a hero! That was until he saw all the other people walking by, sure they didn’t care, but they would if he just became a magical girl! 

Akemi froze as his eyes widened from being threatened. His first day… he took a deep breath and wait- he could use light-shining to transform! It would be perfect, so he took another deep breath and steaded his breathing as he smirked-

The gun flew out of the mugger's hand as a masked man who wore a red helmet and all things considered when it came to Akemi’s standards, a pretty basic costume. The man turned to face Akemi, the mask hiding any potential emotions.

“You alright?” the masked man asked, his voice distorted by the mask that he used.

“Oh yes I am very alright…” Akemi began.

[funeralprocessor]

Gah, I wish I was better at writing. Like not just my actual skill but just like actually sticking to it and editing and revising and all that shit. I've been thinking about some cool characters I want to do *something* with and unfortunately they only live in *my* head for the moment so tragically the burden falls to me. A bit more about them under the cut for those interested. It's a bit rambling so apologies

Okay, so the nucleus of this whole thing is Benthe, Reverend Mother Dolorous Benthe of the Ashmarch to her enemies; Ugly, Horse(face), or Bones to her friends. She's a kind of necromancer nun (predates tlt I swear) turned detective- turned Athame (basically a specialized handler for high risk high/ power individuals, descended from the squire-minder-killswitches of ancient demigod princes). She's a religious official in the same way that Harry DuBois is a detective: only involuntarily and under much duress, though she is extremely good at it when push comes to shove. She became a church backed Athame primarily because it comes with a lot of leeway for behavior and very little official oversight, but enjoys doing it even if she wouldn't admit it.

-Mid 50s, weathered and scarred but takes good care of herself

-Tall bordering on lanky, wiry, way more agile than people expect

-Multiple reliquary prosthetics, made of saint's bones: Both legs (left at knee, right at hip), right arm (at elbow), several fingers on left hand (pinky, ring, and middle). Thin network of scars on her face and torso where her living bones were inscribed with wards.

-Has a reputation for being solemn and intimidating, but is primarily just very awkward and has learned not to speak more than necessary. People who actually get close to her find her prickly and very particular but also extremely devoted to those she cares about (some would say possessive or needy), quick-witted (some would say flippant and rude), and quickly angered at cruelty and injustice

-Necromancer in the classical sense. Good at dealing with troubled souls, both dead and (begrudgingly) living. Got her start as a mourner, a type of exorcist who resolves the issues of ghosts/undead. She kept solving murders in the process and became known as both a nuisance and a hero to the uncared for. Eventually her vigilante justice got pressure put on her superiors and she got stapled to a desk for several years until she opted into being an Athame

-Very impressive in a fight, as in it's a spectacle. Style is sweeping and flowing staff fighting/kickboxing heavy, basically a type of ceremonial dance learned as a nun combined with the rough and tumble staff fighting her sheppard mother taught her long ago. Her weapon is a yew staff with bone and lead caps and some streaming prayer cloths. She mostly just smashed people with it, but can form blades of ghostly energy from the bone plates along it's length if she needs. She's not very good at it though. Her pranic/magical technique is very efficient but workmanlike and not good for gross/flashy effects. It's a tool, not art, and exists basically only as long as it needs to.

-Her name is in fact Horsefaced Benthe, bc she comes from a culture where people are given unflattering if not outright insulting formal nicknames. Their kind of parent cultural group gives children names like "Gracious Aratyam", "Wisdom-Eyed Tsiblis", or "Evenhand Tam" as blessings/aspirations, but up north they like to keep people humble

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So that's the old woman. Her crew are far less well defined bc Benthe's been kicking around in my head for a while. But tentatively we also have

-Rambling Ykaterinja Fossë, a blatant wish fulfillment self insert renaissance woman academic turned warlock. She bound herself to a spirit known as the Brocken she encountered while on an archeological dig in the mountains because it promised what she never knew she always wanted (to be graceful, enthralling, and free from her own doubts) and Kat makes bad decisions. She got caught by the church after she returned to the city and, high on power and ritual deliriants, drove several cafes worth of people to madness (maybe they were predisposed to madness) though she insisted she was "just talking a little harder than normal"

-Grisha Tav-Rami, who's a little harder to explain. To be a bit Reddit she's Act 1 Shadowheart by way of Faulkner Silt Verses with a side of . She grew up in an insular cult in an already very insular culture under the thumb of an imperialist power. The cult wound up in the crosshairs of the government after the governor's son picked a fight with some locals and got killed for his trouble. Grisha's older brother got picked up in the subsequent sweep and accidentally let too much slip. He informed on the cult in exchange for a promise of leniency for him and his family. There was little offered, and the cult was basically raided into oblivion after many many years. Grisha's family were broken up and she spent her adolescence in church custody, where she first met Benthe, then in her early 30s and recently chastened and forced into a clerical role. Neither really knew the other particularly well, but it was enough that when years later Grisha, now essentially a church janissary and immensely conflicted about her history, sees an opportunity to be assigned to Benthe and potentially get answers, or at least a very cathartic way to begin her career as a deserter, she jumps at the opportunity. Also like she's kind of like an orca seal sea monster person but only a little and not in a "cute" way. Think like innsmouth people if they were whales instead of fish, sorta. She's still human but Amala has a much broader definition of humanity.

-Vashti Ten-Horse-Killer. Still kind of figuring her out her whys and wheres but I've got a pretty solid grasp on the who. She's a former outlaw bandit type who went legit for love, only to have the relationship kind of fall apart and Vashti become Extremely Divorced. Her ex, who initially helped her get established, had her blacklisted (though her distaste and distress from essentially being a private cop for nobles and corporations being one of the factors in the relationship breakdown this maybe wasn't necessary) and her reputation in the criminal world was shot twice over, she did odd jobs until eventually getting into Benthe's orbit somehow. I have a *very* clear image of her but I'm not sure how to describe. She's Ashvartan, so like think kind of central-south asian sorta? I don't really know how to describe fictional ethnicities without sounding weird, you know? But she's early 30s, less short more compact, very functional strength kind of build. Very sort of swaggery and cocky when she's drunk, standoffish and stone faced when she's not. Has a lot of tattoos in varying styles she's picked up over the years, including an elaborate knotwork mandala thing on her head. She normally keeps it shaved or mostly shaved to show it off, but it also serves as sort of a litmus for how she's doing bc it grows fast and it's one of the first things she stops giving a shit about maintaining when she's in a bad way.

-Ahmbasha Lin Hailu-Ssef, who is basically the least fleshed out and much more vibes than anything concrete. She's an aristocrat of some sort, laying low to avoid people working for her family trying to kidnap her for some reason and living under a false identity. Maybe larger things are afoot and she's kind of the instigator of whatever plotline. @gwynbleidd892 I'm borrowing a bit of Aratyam here if you don't mind. She was originally just another take on that guy who was with Vashti in our campaign but Aratyam has sort of bled in.

But yeah, that's it. If you read this, thank you and if you have any thoughts I'd love to know

[ofirongrace]

Because @etfuturist want this, this is how A.J turns out if she loses her father.

She has the potential, greatness runs in her blood. The intelligence she has surpasses many , but what does it matter now that he's gone ? Her mother tries, bless her. Tries to raise a daughter strong in a world where it seems nothing goes right and when it does it's ripped away in an instant.

A.J tries to remember her father through magazines, videos, the hologram he left behind but none of that fills the void he left. There are no words for teaching moments, no warm hugs in heartbreaks that follow. There are just memories she doesn't have and the ones she does grow faded over time.

She's failing in her classes not because she doesn't know the material, but because she doesn't care. Everyone holds her to that Stark Standard but what does it even mean when the standard died to save them all.

Some continue to speak highly of him, one of the greats. Some continue to speak poorly about him, what a fool he was. As his daughter she hears all of it, everyone trying to formulate her opinion of her father for her. But AJ's opinion is a simple one.

He's dead, so what does it even matter? He chose the world and she hates it. Even though for the better and gave her a chance to live life she hates it. She's angry , heartbroken. They say time heals all wounds and yet absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Emotions contradict each other.

She hears the stories from her mother, her uncles, her aunts and yet it's not the same as having him their. Those are their memories not hers. Where is the man who read to her at night, who stole snacks with her at one in the morning ? He's gone. He's been gone. He always will be gone.

She bottles up her feelings and follows the wrong crowds. Colleges that once wanted her for her name no longer want her due to her record. Not like she needs those colleges ; she's smart enough without the degree. She doesn't need to be taught by those who praise her because of her father or try to question her genius. What she needs is her dad. But he's dead.

Miranda tries but it's hard being a single mom. Motherhood was something she always wanted but she never thought she'd be going it alone. A.J doesn't fault her mother - she knows her mother would have brought him back if she had that kind of power. She knows her mother would have turned the world upside down to bring him back.

But he's not back , he's still gone. And there is a void that has filled only with anger and resentment over the years. Her father a hero, sacrificed everything for the world. And the world continues to talk of him as though all he ever was was Iron Man.

Not a husband, not a father. And she doesn't want that legacy.

[lucky-ladybugs-lovelies]

One of the interesting things writing for KH Seph is figuring out his backstory and what should stay the same as FF7 and what should be turned on its head.

17 years ago, I had a backstory for him where his Lucrecia actually had a backbone and a conscience before it was too late and got him away from Hojo. She left him with adoptive parents and hence, he actually had a normal upbringing. I wasn’t sure I was going to use that for the current timeline, but after testing it a bit in an RP, I decided I still wanted to use it. Fleshing it out a bit in my mind, this is what I think went down:

Hojo experimented on himself with all sorts of stuff he shouldn’t have been messing with. Then he wanted to see if a kid of his would inherit all the powers and such. So he and his lab assistant, who was all into it at the time, got married and had a beautiful boy with silver hair and fire powers. Hojo was delighted. He and Lucrecia watched Sephiroth for a time, both all into it, and when Sephiroth showed amazing aptitude and ability to learn how to hone his powers at an extremely early age, Hojo started planning to make tests on his heart. This finally alarmed Lucrecia and she ran away with Sephiroth. They were on the run for a while until she found a couple she liked. She watched them for a time, making sure they seemed like they’d be good parents, and then approached them, telling of being on the run from her abusive husband for fear of her son’s life and that she needed to leave her son where he would be safe. The couple was overjoyed to be blessed with a child and were fascinated rather than alarmed or upset by Sephiroth’s fire powers. They vowed to teach him how to control them with love. Lucrecia, relieved, disappeared into the night, never having given her name.

Sephiroth grew up happy, learning how to be a hero from his adopted father, a retired military man, and his mother, who wrote for the local newspaper. With their loving guidance, he became more and more adept with his fire powers and learned more spells. At age five, he rescued a cat from a tree and this first act of heroism made him so happy and feel so free, he created wings from the strength of his heart. His parents, though initially stunned, quickly adapted to this as well, his mother especially doting on the wings and caring for them.

Sephiroth was mature beyond his years and was usually with other adults rather than children. When he went to be Phil to be officially trained as a hero in his teenage years, he met Angeal Hewley and Genesis Rhapsodos and they became his first real friends around his age. Angeal remained his friend, while Genesis dissolved into jealousy and hatred over Sephiroth’s prowess and abilities and how he was the most recognized and loved of the three. He distanced himself from the others and was not really around much when Sephiroth discovered Zack and saw his hero potential. When Phil wouldn’t train Zack, Sephiroth took Zack with him and began training him himself. Angeal was sometimes around during this time, liking Zack and comparing him to a puppy. Eventually, however, Angeal too left, apparently going with Genesis to wherever Genesis was going.

Sephiroth and Zack became deeply close, far more than mentor and student and more like brothers. Zack moved in with Sephiroth and his parents, and they loved him too.

When the Heartless overran Radiant Garden and the survivors were forced to flee, Sephiroth was deeply affected and upset that he had not been able to stop what had happened. He began a search for a way to get rid of the Heartless for good. Zack accompanied him, worried as Sephiroth became more and more obsessed with his goal and delved deeper and deeper into dark magic to find a solution. Nothing Zack said deterred Sephiroth from his plans.

One night, going through an old library on another world, the two encountered Genesis again. Warped and twisted by hatred and perhaps something else, something unknown, he told Sephiroth that he and Angeal had been experimented on by a mad scientist throughout their lives and that there should have been a third child as well, a child who had been stolen from the laboratory at a young age. He showed a picture of a boy who might have been Sephiroth, but the lighting was not good enough to tell. Sephiroth was angry and hurt that Genesis was telling him these things and wondered why. Genesis said it would make them equals and Sephiroth would not be better than him any longer. Even more deeply hurt, Sephiroth read over the information and found that the mad scientist claimed that the third boy was his son. Genesis flew into a rage at this news, which would have again made Sephiroth the favorite, and set fire to the library. Sephiroth and Zack struggled to put it out before it could harm the town below.

(I’m still not sure what’s going on with Genesis, but it’s definitely deeper than it appears on the surface. Even though I struggle with my feelings about him, I can never write him as just a one-dimensional, completely petty person swallowed up in jealousy. He can be petty and jealous, absolutely, but he’s a lot more than that and I’ve always tried to reflect that.)

When Sephiroth finally finds the artifact he’s been searching for to defeat the Heartless and he and Zack try to fight them, the dark magic takes Sephiroth over and he starts attacking Heartless and humans alike. Horrified, Zack tries to stop him but can’t break the spell. Eventually, distracted by the problem, he is surrounded by Heartless and falls from a cliff fighting them.

This horror snaps Sephiroth out of it, but he is never the same. Blaming himself and desperately searching high and low in case Zack has somehow survived, Sephiroth feels tainted and unable to call himself a hero any more after this. His parents can do nothing to ease his heartbreak and sorrow, and they worry for him as he struggles to make sense of his life. He trains vigorously so that nothing can ever take control of him again and eventually learns to control the Heartless. Rumors circle that he is dangerous, a villain instead of a hero, and actual villains fear him because he has the power to take control of their armies and turn them against them. Sephiroth allows people to think what they will, especially since in his grief and guilt and self-hatred, he believes he is a villain.

He turns his attention to Zack’s friend Cloud, who once idolized Sephiroth but now is drowning in his own darkness and hates Sephiroth for what happened to Zack. Sephiroth sees in Cloud something of himself when he was falling to the darkness and sets about trying to help him, telling Cloud things about himself that Cloud doesn’t want to accept and using reverse psychology to try to get Cloud to determine he’s better than to give in to the dark. But Cloud, unfortunately, has a very vivid imagination and decides Sephiroth is the physical manifestation of the darkness in his heart. Sephiroth initially mocks this nonsense, but then tries to use it as part of his reverse psychology approach. This backfires badly, with Cloud only becoming more convinced that it’s true and never considering other options.

Somewhere along the way, another Heartless attack appears to claim the lives of Sephiroth’s parents, leaving him completely alone and despondent, without his last link to normalcy and love. Merlin, who has been aware of Sephiroth for a long time and sees the good in him that he can no longer see in himself, takes it upon himself to be a mentor figure and be there for Sephiroth when no one else can be. Sephiroth is surprised and somewhat awkward at first, but desperately needs this and is responsive to Merlin’s kindness and concern.

Sephiroth continues to try to help Cloud, with very little success. Eventually, however, Sephiroth puts Cloud in an elaborate illusory test to see if he will choose the light or sink into the darkness. Cloud nearly tries to kill Sephiroth out of rage but stops himself and Sephiroth tells him he passed the test.

From this point on, Cloud begins to see what’s happening in a new light and starts to become confused and unsure about Sephiroth. Deep down, he still loves Sephiroth, and this comes out more and more during their ensuing encounters until at last Cloud saves Sephiroth’s life with love when he is struck down by a poisoned knife courtesy of The Evil Queen. This is a shock to both of them, with Cloud unable to face or accept his feelings for some time even after this pivotal point. When he hurts Sephiroth due to being put under a hate spell by The Evil Queen and Sephiroth breaks it with an act of true love of his own, Cloud is grief-stricken and realizes how unfair and cruel it is to blame Sephiroth for Zack’s fall after being mind-controlled himself.

As they begin to come to understand each other’s feelings, Zack finally makes it back to them, alive but with amnesia. He remembers they’re dear to him but little else at first, until being around them and experiencing the problems they’re going through brings back the rest of his memories. He doesn’t blame Sephiroth at all, but blames himself for not being able to get through to him and is just happy Sephiroth (and Cloud) didn’t stay lost in the darkness. The three of them decide to be a family together. Sephiroth has his happily ever after, but it’s a beginning, not an ending.

And there are more surprises in store when they discover Maleficent was keeping some hostages she found who survived the Heartless attacks, including Sephiroth’s and Zack’s parents and Cloud’s mother….

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR/CREATOR My name is Marc Saporito, born and raised in Bloomfield NJ, married to my wife Allison for seventeen years. I have seven beautiful children. Caring for them is the driving force behind who I am and what I do!! I Love them so much!! I’m currently a maintenance worker, house painter, and former Christmas tree salesman!!! I remember the days of standing outside in the freezing cold At Plochs home and garden center, selling trees with my Plochs brothers!!! It was a great time every year!! A big shout out to them, you know who you are!!! Many thanks to Anibal for helping me visualize this project and helping me when I thought all hope was lost. Also thanks Junior for working with him. These two Artists are top notch in this field true masters of their craft!! Another big shoutout to my brother Tony and his wife Cecilia, love you both!! To my brother from another mother my producer and friend for over thirty years Daniel Russomano. He is also my creative partner on these projects who didn’t hesitate when I asked him for his help. When he agreed I then knew my lifelong dream was about to happen. The world is going to hear a lot from MDM STUDIOS, because we have a ton to say and create. So sit back and enjoy a new breed of superhero one that’s going to take the world by storm. Last but not least I know the world is a very harsh place at times but we need to help the less fortunate, honestly I try and do my part everyday!!! Thank you. You can find me on Facebook and Instagram under Marco Sappo!! God bless all!!!

My name is Junior Mejias, im a Venezuelan comic book artist and illustrator. My journey into comics began with a anime called Naruto, which I would watch every Saturday night. It made me fall in love with great storytelling and inspired to tell stories through my own art.

 I think creating comics is much like creating a film, if not more challenging. As comic book artists we are tasked with bringing a script to life by depicting life, emotion, and movement through nothing but 2D images.

 What I found works for me in my approach to creating comics is working backwards. What I mean by that is figuring out how I want the page to end and how that panel will look and go from there. An old professor of mine once told me if you drive without a destination you'll drive forever. 

When it comes to artistic influences I have two that come to mind. Greg Capullo who penciled Spawn for many issues. He has spectacular pencils as well as an amazing eye for filling the space, and J Scott Campbell who’s known for his beautiful stylization of comic book women.

My favorite thing about making comics is the penciling alongside great storytelling. I love starting the production and creating something out of a blank page. I like to take my time rendering my pencils so tight they squeak! 

On the other hand, my least favorite thing about creating comics would have to be the occasional artists block, sometimes you just cant find the the perfect angle for a specific scene and as a perfectionist I don't settle for anything but the best I can offer.

My name is Daniel Russomano i was born in Newark New Jersey and I reside in Nutley New Jersey . I have a son Daniel, a daughter-in-law Lindsay, a granddaughter Mila and another granddaughter on the way. I have a French bulldog named Rocky and a parakeet named Angel who are best friends. I like spending time with my family and pets. I also like to grow tomatoes in my garden. I like to read and go fishing. 

     My favorite super hero is of course The Dark Form. I also like all of the other superheroes. If I could choose one super power it would be to have the strength to unite the world in peace.

     Marc Saporito and I have been friends and coworkers for over thirty years. So when he approached me about coming on board as a producer and investing in the dark form i said yes. Now we share our ideas and work together to create one of the best stories you will ever read. I am on Instagram @ thedarkform.official.

Anibal Arroyo is an illustrator and self published author. He is mostly self taught but did attend the prestigious Joe Kubert School of Cartooning and Graphic Illustration, achieving a one year certification. He has worked on several independent creator owned projects from graphic novels to children’s books.

He works in a variety of mediums including traditional as well as digital methods.  An exceptional sequential artist and storyteller with an incredible eye for detail, Anibal is an asset to any creative project he dives into.

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The Horrors You Fear CH 1 / 3

Characters: Katsuki Bakugou (MC POV), Izuku Midoriya, All for One

Warnings: Eldritch Horrors, Children Death

Summary:

There is something deeply disturbing about Izuku Midoriya. This is something Katsuki has noticed since he was small how the other seemed wrong and with a mothers whose very existence oozed misery. It just unfortunate that he ended up being the target of the other's attention and he learns those eyes belong to something that truly doesn't see him. Yet the whole world seemed to bend to his whim. He refuses to show his fear. He isn't afraid, he's going to become a hero. ...But doesn't mean the other won't teach him what true fear is. Even if all Izuku wish is they could be friends once again.

Katsuki Bakugou has been a blessing to everyone since he was born. Great quirk, loving and rich parents, good look, and intelligence there was nothing stopping him from being a hero. His life was filled with love and adoration never knowing any hardship. As even his powers were made perfectly for him just the right amount of flashy and powerful.

He's even fought kids much older than him when they think they can bully him because he is younger. His friends praised him and that made him the best, he knows he is going to become the greatest hero.

…So why is he playing nice with the weirdest kid of all? One with a mom always looks so miserable and everyone claims he has a dad that he has never seen. And the kid in question?

There is something very wrong with him.

His name is Izuku Midoriya. Being around him made Katsuki's skin crawl even as Izuku excitedly asks to play. Those green eyes staring at him with excitement despite this feeling of wrongness in them. At first Katsuki did try to ignore it but the feeling never went away and when he said something to his parents he just got scolded for some reason. Even though he can tell they see the same thing that he is, they claimed he was just imagining it.

So Izuku and his family must be hiding something but Katsuki knows better than to reveal what he knows. As it seemed no one else was willing to say anything about it, too intent in keeping the peace. It felt dangerous to ignore and he can’t just stand by and pretend he doesn’t notice something weird is going on. He just needed to figure out what it was and keep some distance between them.

Unfortunately his attempts to make Izuku back off with a nickname like Deku failed, as well as mean-spirited teasing and sometimes outright meanness didn’t work. Even though he was making it quite clear he didn’t want him around as subtle as possible he still hung out. And unfortunately he can’t refuse because of his STUPID parents!

"Ugh, do I HAVE to take him out? I already have my other friends coming with me," Katsuki huffed. He had just got his powers but his mom was still making him hang out with the weird kid with the weird mom. He doesn't even know how his mom befriended the other mom, she looks like she's close to crying half the time!

Then again that's probably why Izuku looks like he's about to cry. The big baby.

"Katsuki, you two are friends! What is with you lately you've been so fussy since you got your powers," Mitsuki huffs as she was fixing up his bug catching set. Not that he needs it, he could have caught them with his bare hands. But it was much more fun to catch them with the net anyway.

"He's weird! So is his mom she keeps looking like she wants to cry!" he shouts not too eager now that he realized something was wrong. Yes at first he was alright with Izuku as didn't mind the weirdness but now he just hates it. Someone else can be his friend! Why did it have to be him?!

He got a swat on the head for his troubles eliciting a small 'ow' as his hands rubbed his head.

"She's going through a rough time, Katsuki! Try to be more considerate," she chides as she puts sunscreen on her son ignoring his protest before trying to push him out the door. "Now go on, have fun. I got a text literally a minute ago that Izuku is outside with your friends. Inko dropped him off."

Katsuki huffs as he crosses his arms at this point pouting that he was forced to hang out with the quirkless weird kid. He guessed he could force Izuku toward the back of the line so he doesn't have to look at his face. That is one way to avoid looking at him and feeling so uncomfortable he wants to throw a fit.

As soon as his mom opened the door it was Izuku who greeted him with that bright smile. Unable to help but feel ruffled wondering why he was so overly familiar towards him.

"Kacchan!" Izuku chirps happily only to suddenly be pushed to the side by his other two NOT weird friends.

"Hey Kacchan! Let's catch all the big bugs!" They spoke excitedly, able to block Izuku from being directly in front of Katsuki. Much to the blond's relief as he always got a bit too close and now was able to breathe. His eyes sparkling with excitement as he wiggled in place as if it was time to be the leader.

"Right! I'm going to show you guys the best place to catch the bugs," he shouts with glee already having a very specific place in mind. Though of course his mom just had to be a buzz killer.

"You BETTER not go into that gated off forest. I know you've been looking at it, there's a fence for a reason! Just go to the park," Mitsuki warns as if knowing exactly what her son was thinking. He huffs wondering why she got to be like that when he knows what he is doing. He didn’t need her nagging!

"I know mom! Bye!"

As if he would listen to her when she never listens to him, she wasn't ruining his plans! Already making a beeline to the gap in the fence he had found with his mom. Though considering the circumstances once they got to the fence he immediately turned to his friend group.

"As the leader I'll be in front! I'm the one with a super awesome quirk after all! And Izuku!" he pointed at the male who looked startled. Those dumb green eyes widen as was singled out pointing to himself as Kacchan declared, "Since you don't have a quirk you are last!"

If only he had instead chosen to ditch him that day.

It started out fun enough as they entered the forest. Letting out small pops of sparks in front as he leads them around.

He will keep them safe even the weirdo as long as he doesn't complain! That is what heroes do after all!

Though one misstep and he fell right into the small stream letting out a small noise but that is it. He didn't cry, he didn't fuss, all that happened was that he got a little wet which sucked but it was a hot day. So he wasn’t too bothered as he shakes his head and goes to look up at his friends.

"You alright Kacchan!?" His friends questioned and Katsuki smiled. He had to assure them he was A-Ok after all he’s the strongest, "Obviously! It just a little-"

Suddenly there is a hand being extended toward his face as if contradicting his very words. Izuku was in the water with him staring in concern as if a small like that could have hurt him. All his other friends trusted him to be alright yet not Izuku the weirdo kid. Red eyes stared at the extended hand as Izuku tried to act like his hero.

"That was a big fall let me help," the other's voice was small and meek yet here he was extending a hand. As if desperate for some kind of validation for 'helping' when Katsuki didn't ask nor need it! In this moment he saw red as if he had just been insulted.

Of course he was mad. How dare Izuku act like he was some damsel in distress!? Katauki grits his teeth and smacks Izuku's hands away with all his strength. To make it clear he didn't want his help as he tries to get up by himself. Trying to salvage whatever pride he had left after the other embarrassed him like that.

"I didn't ask for your help!" He shouts, unable to hide his contempt for the boy who always just feels wrong. Inhuman and yet he was acting like he was some hero!? What a joke.

But the expression on Izuku's face slowly turned pale. Looking at his own hand as if Katsuki had done the unthinkable. Looking nervous the other stepped back, good! Maybe he will finally get the hint that he doesn’t want him around.

"I don't need your help, Deku! And stop looking like you're about to cry, it's embarrassing!" Katsuki shouts with a huff but the feeling of wrongness grew as his friends came down. Likely to try and back him up since they can see it was escalating but it was because Katsuki was putting distance between them.

They knew he didn't like Izuku though they tended to have no fear in how they handled him. As if they were also unaware that there was something deeply wrong with Izuku. So they were simply imitating rather than truly understanding just how dangerous he was. Today though Katsuki didn't feel like controlling the situation, the indignation made him watch without a care.

A small sniffle escaped Izuku as he pulled his hand back to his chest with such a pitiful expression. It wasn't at all what he expected. A tinge of guilt fell in the pit of his stomach but he ignored it. He should have known better than to look down on him. Katsuki was more than able to get up onto his feet just fine, he was a future hero.

"I-I just wanted to help you up Kacchan. You could have gotten hurt," Izuku whimpered softly.

As if trying to explain himself as if he had expected that it would somehow pacify him. Katsuki didn't know what to say knowing that the other probably WAS trying to help. Thankfully his actual 'friends' understood that he didn't want it as they went to tell him what for.

"What makes you think he wants help from a quirkless weirdo!?" It was making it clear though when he heard a shove and splash Katsuki tensed. Turning in horror, realizing he should have stopped them as Tsubasa had shoved Izuku. They got too violent, "No one likes you!"

It's too late. Izuku fell back onto some rock and a loud cry escaped from him. He was bleeding as the sharp edge of the rock got underneath his shirt and sliced his side. All the kids looked shocked and horrified at what had happened, but it was only a prelude to the actual horrors.

Those actions seemed to have triggered something as the whole sky turned red as an unholy screaming escaped. It wasn't the others' normal pathetic sobbing, more like a banshee wail making them back up as Izuku was holding his side. Wheezing and gasping between screams as if in absolute agony.

And for the first time. Katsuki had felt true fear erupt in his entire body as something monstrous emerged from the water around Izuku. Slowly the water turned into a black tar like substance thickening as it slowly traveled toward their legs. Katsuki could feel it, snaking and growing with malicious intent like vipers to strike.

They needed to get away.

"Run!"

Katsuki shouts as he grabs his friends to force them to start running to the stream's edge. Climbing out first he planned to help his friends out by using his strength to lift them out quickly.

He was the strongest he could pull them out and if they kept running-

There was a scream. Every hair on him was standing on end at the sounds of his friends screaming. Before he could even turn to see what had happened something grabbed his leg. Its grip was so tight it was painful making him cry out as it dragged him back into the murky waters.

It's grip tightened as it began to drag him back toward the stream where Izuku still stood. His friends were in the creature's grip as well, having been unable to escape with Katsuki clearly about to be next.

"Let us go!" Katsuki screamed trying to hide his fear as his friends struggled and cried for help. Izuku was trembling, shaking his head as if he was somehow scared of what was happening despite the fact he is the one doing this. Yet the boy who had been crying before seemed to have stopped only with small sniffles as the appendages wrapped around his friend's throat. Then...

SNAP

Katsuki grew quiet, staring in shock as he tried to process what exactly he was seeing as friends' heads lolled to the side unnaturally. No longer screaming or crying anymore just quiet, silence even as there was no life in their eyes. Even Izuku had gone quiet as the large tendrils held onto the bodies almost mockingly.

To actually go and hurt his friends like this that he couldn't even believe this had happened.

"G-Guys? Hey speak up," Katsuki stuttered, hoping it was some big prank just a game they did with the nerd. That he could smack them over the head but there was no noise not even as they were dropped unceremoniously into the tar like water around him.

Katsuki was only four years old when he learned what death truly means.

He never truly understood the concept of death. It was something heroes dealt with and he promised to never lose in such a way. Yet he had lost innocence as he stared at his friends' broken bodies unmoving in the tar water. It clicked that this was real.

This was reality.

His eyes made contact with Izuku's own wanting to know why. Yes they were being a bit mean but why did he do this when all they were asking was to be left alone.

As their eyes met the feeling of wrongness grew as the appendage around his ankle began to tug him closer. Even as Izuku looked scared with tears in his eyes as if unable to understand himself. Shaking his head like it wasn't on purpose and that made him all the more dangerous if he can’t control himself.

He could end up killing him.

"Let. Me. GO!"

With Adrenaline pumping through his veins he suddenly lets out the strongest blast he's ever released. He felt so much pain in his hand as he pressed it against the tentacles but it seemed to work.

As instantly as the appendage recoiled in shock at the sudden heat. While in turn Izuku let out a pained cry at the action, guessing it was in the end controlled by him. At least the one that grabbed him so he can assume it is the same for his friends. But it gave him his chance to escape.

"Kacchan! Come back, wait! I'm sorry!"

That weak and pathetic voice wasn't going to fool him. He hated that he ran but it was all he could do. He ran as far as he could to still feel the tendrils on his heel.

Only to have to stop when one appeared in front of him as if to block his way. Izuku wanted him, he doesn't know why but Katsuki was feeling dread in his chest as they closed in. Able to feel if these catch him they will soon end his life.

Pressing up against the tree as there was no way to avoid them as they slowly moved in as if cautious of being blasted yet not dissuaded... He could only go up.

He blasts the tendrils that had been closing in, able to watch them screech and recoil. Before he turns to his one salvation digging his nails into the tree he begins to climb higher and higher. Even as wood and splinters dug into his hand he was able to ignore the pain as feels the tendrils smack at where he had once stood.

Seems he can't see him from this far or above, resting on the branch he just holds onto it as he listens to the crying and screaming in the distance. The damned howling that will forever be in his nightmares to haunt him. His vision blurs as he clings tightly to the branch wondering what he is supposed to do now.

"I want my mama..." he whispers only to himself regretting coming into this forest when she said not to. No one will know where they are and he wonders when Izuku might find him.

It became so dark and lonely without anyone around.

Minutes turned into hours even when the sky returned to normal it was dark. Much too dark and Katsuki couldn't bring himself to climb down, his hands now bleeding and filled with splinters. Everything hurt as adrenaline left him as his whole arm ached from the strain.

Completely and utterly alone.

It was hours before he saw the light of someone's flashlight scanning the forest floor as a beacon of hope and he called out the only thing he wanted.

"Mama!" He shouts louder than he ever has in his life. Trying not to end up crying once more as he sees her face coming beneath the tree. Practically jumping out of it into her arms just wanting the comfort of something familiar.

"Katsuki! You had me scared half to death- What happened to your hands!? Did you get stuck in a tree!?" His mother was frantic as she caught and held him close trying to assure him that he was safe. Tears were in Katsuki's eyes, unable to speak as he sniffled as his mom tried to fix his hands.

"M-Mama, T-Tsubasa and Taichi are gone," he whispers before he notices Inko holding her son, the very source of this tragedy. It was all her and her freak son's fault just seeing them there acting like they were normal pissed him off. Feeling his vision turn red as he shouts,, "Izuku killed them! He got weird tentacles and took them out!"

He expected a stronger reaction for them to be as horrified and angry at him as he felt. Instead there was confusion on his mother and the other adults faces. As if they didn't know what to say before his mom asks softly.

"Who is Tsubasa and Taichi...?" She questioned and Katsuki realized at that moment the world had gone insane.

"My best friends! You know them! Mama this isn't funny-" he shouts looking around only to look at Inko. Her eyes were wide and her mouth opened in horror and realization. No one noticed but Katsuki did as she looked at everyone with understanding as holds her son tightly to herself.

She knows...

Inko, who was staring at him, was not vouching for him, while holding the spawn that had done this. They had found Izuku first and whatever happened they no longer knew his friends.

As the way Inko holds her 'son' her expression wore the look of someone knowing this is wrong. As if she understood what had happened made her just as guilty. Katsuki wasn't ok with being the only one who knows.

"Keep him away from me!"

Katsuki screeches terrified of whatever the other would do to make him forget. Thrashing in his mothers arms looking away as he can still hear Izuku's whimper. Even his mother couldn’t get him to calm down anymore as he screamed not wanting to forget.

He didn't know how to explain it, he didn't know what to say, all Katsuki could do was scream for them to keep him away. Away from the monster that had killed his friends and tried to do the same to him.

As he sees something dark hanging behind Inko the sight seems to be something no one else is noticing. He knew it was because of Izuku, whatever that thing was, it wasn't a person.

He won't let Izuku forget what he has done.

-----

Yet only Katsuki can remember that his friends exist.

Talking to his mom about all the things he used to do with them and she would say she really doesn't remember. She looked genuinely concerned asking if getting stuck in the tree was that terrifying. Not at all believing him when he said they DID exist but Izuku made them disappear.

It didn't make sense, it wasn't fair! There were still so many questions he had that were unanswered.

Was what he saw a quirk? It seemed way too powerful, too strong, nor like anything he had ever seen. It stretched so far as if without any limit yet he still looked like himself after all that. And the ability to make everyone forget that his friends had been with him wasn't at all matching the tentacles.

He wanted to confront Izuku.

Though for a week since the incident Izuku wasn't at school. It was only through his mother that he learned what had happened. Inko seemed to have just snapped and attacked her son so she was sent to the hospital. Apparently Izuku would be raised by his father- The man that Bakugou had never seen once in his life.

Even his mother admits she hasn't seen the man but that he definitely exists which was bizarre. Making him wonder if whatever Izuku is, it is related to this mysterious unknown man.

Izuku eventually returned to school with a miserable expression. Though it definitely wasn't one of guilt as if wondering why all this had happened to him. Such a pathetic and self-pitying expression despite all the terrible things he has done.

Not even upset at the fact he likely had been the one to hurt his mom. That poor woman that he thought was covering for Izuku turned out to be a victim instead. It pissed him off wondering where the other gets off feeling sorry for himself.

He killed two kids and likely is the very reason his mother went mental yet is trying to throw himself a pity party. His hand tightens into a little fist as saw those eyes look at him as if somehow he would be able to comfort him. The small hint of nervousness in those green eyes tries to approach him.

"Kacchan-" Izuku spoke as if they were friends trying to approach him with such an innocent gaze. As if he hadn't killed Katsuki's friends in front of him then made everyone forget they existed. He hated those eyes.

"Go away!" He shouts loudly making sure all the other kids see him. Because if they know to keep away from him then they should be safe. Katsuki has to make it clear to everyone not to get close to him.

"I know what you did. You don't get to act like you're innocent," Katsuki hisses almost like a cat with fur standing on end. Confusion shows on Izuku's face as if he hadn't done anything then a moment of guilt finally shows. As if recalling why as he shrinks back when Bakugou lets out some spark.

If anything Bakugou considers himself to be trying to be nice right now as he was tempted to blast the other in the face. But he was better than that as he had to be careful to not show his back as clearly they were not friends anymore...

If only it would have stayed that easy...

[wcrldcfvtlvs]

Tarian reminded Harrison a bit like himself when he was in the system. He never got into the details of his time in foster care with Fable back in the day, he had told her that he used to be Axel Daniels, a name that was only based on the Guitar Hero character, and nothing more than that after he heard Tyler's sister Rosalie make the comparison. He was thankful that The Blackwoods changed his name into something more elegant sounding. Axel Daniels sounded like he was a stoner ( he used to be ), and didn't care about where his life was headed. Harrison Oliver Blackwood? That was a name that almost commanded respect. Watching the child eat a small smile spread across Harrison's face as he heard Tarian was turning six years old. " Damn, growin' fast huh? " So much time has passed and it clearly was showing between Harrison and Fable. Even though she looked smaller, more timid, and on guard she was still as breathtaking as ever. He tried to see similarities between Tarian and Fable but before he could really analyze everything, Fable was at his side.

She remains watching Tarian and avoids his gaze, but his expression is gentle as he looks at her. He wants to wrap his arms around her again, but this is neither the time nor the place. He was already getting suspicious glances from Tarian, it was best to not push his luck. Listening to his words, there was a sudden pang in his chest as she told her history. Taking a quick glance at Tarian he wondered if Tarian felt abandoned by his father. It was one thing to always have a mother's love but not being able to have a stable father figure to see an example of what to be or not to be? It was like a void or a missing piece of the puzzle. Harrison wanted to be that piece, even though he didn't know much about them, he wanted to. " Their father hasn't been there to support you at all? It's just been you, for almost six years? " There was a feeling of anger that began to boil his blood and make his skin hot. Instinctively, he tightened his fist before relaxing it. The anger wasn't towards Fable, never at Fable; if anything it was towards a man who left the mother of his child behind. What kind of man just fades into the abyss and doesn't bother to check in with the girl they hooked up with, sure it was a night together; but Fable was Fable fucking Vaughn. Anyone being able to spend a night with her, and see her in all her beautiful glory would be considered blessed by Aphrodite herself.

As quick as the anger came, it washed away once Harrison began to hear the reason why she left in the first place and why she was here. His dark brown blonde brows knitted together as she spoke. For this next bit, he remained quiet, however, he was already thinking of ways to track this woman. Victoria Atlas was a skilled witch, all-powerful after that psycho Adam Carmichael was turned into a vampire, the very thing he tried to kill and wipe off the Earth. He remembered that battle and it was the first time he saw all three kings of the Hell band together. The Demon Kings needed humans and other creatures to make contracts and gain more power. He had just graduated college at the time he made his contract with Echidna, shortly after Sloane made her contract with, who Sloane calls, the froggy bastard. He didn't blame his younger sister for calling Dagon that, his demon king form was terrifying and very ugly, but the human appearance made him seem approachable. Once the battle was done, Victoria had achieved a level of power that doing a simple locator spell would have been as easy as tying shoes.

There's a surprised expression on Harrison's face as she explains further. This woman was after her because they looked alike? What the fuck. Wait. " You're her doppelganger. " Harrison muttered as he attempted to gather his thoughts. " Rosalie Atlas, she's a doppelganger of a woman named Hayley Marshall. She's Tyler's youngest sister but she ran into her Doppelganger years ago, but I wouldn't pin Ms. Marshall to harm Rosalie? " He begins to think out loud. After Rosalie met Hayley, Victoria began to look into the history of Doppelgangers in her mother's books and even reached out to find other sources for Doppelgangers to obtain any knowledge. Never did he think he'd actually be in love with one. However, in his eyes, this woman might as well be a doppelganger of Fable instead of the other way around. Moving to stand in front of Fable he reached behind to place his morning snack on the counter before reassuringly placing his hands on her shoulders. " Listen to me, I'm not angry with you. I don't hate you. I understand why you left. " Harrison began to say, ocean eyes stared into her darker ones, he was determined and properly motivated. " You did the best you could with the resources you had for yourself and Tarian. You did the right thing by coming to me. I have connections, and I have resources that I can use to help you and your child. " His grip slightly tightens but not enough to hurt her but to remind her that she isn't dreaming.

" A lot has changed between us both, I did something shortly after I graduated and I'll have to explain it later but right now, we need to make sure this woman isn't following you and Tarian. I will not...." he pauses for a moment, I will not let you leave me again. He wants to say but this isn't the time to be selfish. " I will not let anything happen to you. You deserve peace, and a safe place to put your head at night, and Tarian deserves stability in addition to yourself. Stability is important and there's only so much you can do before you lose yourself. " He wants to kiss her, to reassure her but for now he settles for a gentle kiss on her forehead and mummers against her skin. " You don't have to be lost anymore, I'll do whatever it takes to help you. I love you, Fable Vaughn. "

harrison’s comment towards tarian has them still staring at him quietly as a hand picks up one of the crayons from the box, other hand holding plush still against their body. ‘ tarian – honey, we gotta put the bear down so you can eat. come on. ’ fable’s voice is soft and quiet, tarian’s attention moves over to her for a moment, before they’re finally relinquishing the teddy from their arms over to her. fable idly sets it into the next chair next to them. ‘ he’s right there, okay ? ’ there’s a nod of acknowledgment from the child, hand moving to pick up fork on their plate and begin poking and prodding at their food. the warmth of food and drink has fable wanting to almost inhale it, but she’s trying not to look like she hasn’t eaten in days. which...may or may not be slightly true. fable is moving to lightly lean against the counter, arms folding over her chest.

‘ tarian. they’ll...be turning six soon. ’ it feels almost unrealistic that it’s been that many years since she had them, six years of running and tarian having something she considers to be a failure of a mother for the childhood she’s given them. fable is quiet in wiping her eyes again for a moment. every year that passed, whatever powers tarian inherited from their father, was something fable had no idea about. something she was eventually going to have to reach back out to tarian’s father about – which was....going to be something. tarian finally begins to take bites of food, after confirming the food is safe for their consumption on their own investigation. with fork in one hand, and crayon in the other, they still sneak suspicious glances at harrison but seem involved in whatever they are drawing.

fable moves to slowly stand beside harrison – it makes her feel a little better. a little safer. warmer. her own words ring in her head – that she is shamefully wishing tarian was harrison’s instead. but she knows they’re not. she begins to pick at the skin near her nails, eyes avoiding him. ‘ their father agreed he wasn’t ready for a kid – and it was a one night thing anyways. so..here we are. ’ okay it was a lot more complicated than that, but for simplicity sake. ' i can't have anything happen to them, harrison. or you - the woman after me is.. ' a psychopath? insane ? fable could think of quite a few words to describe someone who took almost amusement in her daily paranoia, and murdering people simply for being identical to her looks. but fable also didn't know her mind. and she tried not to judge harshly but living as she has for years..it's made her a little apathetic to the immortal woman's plight.

' i'm so sorry. ' she doesn't know how to apologize enough, if she's honest. ' she had my parents killed looking for me. everyone i was around was a target. all because i - look ? like her ? ' fable knows she isn't explaining enough, but all her thoughts are going at a million miles an hour. ' leaving...was my way of keeping you safe, because i'd rather be apart and you be alive...then get you killed. i wanted to tell you. but i was a teenager who didn't even know what was going on. ' hand rubs against her face, tired. ' and now - nothing else matters but keeping tarian safe. they..they have so much about them that i don't even know how to...address? ' she's rambling, and years of dealing with distress on her own have overflowed to the surface. ' i am..so...so lost. and i think i have been this entire time without you. you always knew what to do. '

[annmarcus63]

I'm deeply curious to know how you might fix the fox-thing for the post-mountain fight because I can see jask forgiving geralt yet refusing to follow or shift now that he "knows" how much of a curse he is. I feel like that would leave its mark and wonder how their relationship might change because of it

Gosh, it took me so long to reply, but I got a small scene for you dear anon. It's not precisely the answer you're looking for but a part of it. Mix Jaskier and Geralt POV, hope it's not too confusing.

This is part of this post FoxJaskier

...A fox! I should have known. If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands!

Geralt stands at the edge of the mountain, stern looking face and clenched fists. The wind's howling. Cold spikes seep into the exposed skin of his neck and face and he feels fine, perfectly fine. He wanted to hurt Jaskier, to finally drove him away. He succeeded by crossing a line, a delicate yet resilient line that bard and witcher have built thru the years by truly and deeply trust in each other. Jaskier love him despite his monstrous side, despite everything. Geralt loves him too, love the fox inside the bard, so... why did he cut so deep? Why? A simple fuck off would have been enough, so why did he have to be a monster? By the time Geralt turns and strides up the hill it's almost dark. The last blink of the sun illuminating the rock in a soft blue and gray hue. He needs to fix this. If Jaskier have been the one to shout his monstrosity back to him, Geralt'd have die... but Jaskier would never do that. Jaskier is not a monster. Geralt tracks the bard in the dark, even though he knows there's no way to fix this, he went too far. He lost his fox, his beautiful fox.

Jaskier is walking on the path with light footsteps, he needs to find a place to camp but, well...he doesn't care that much anymore. He's bleeding a great deal, dark warm blood leaving a trace behind, metaphorically, of course. There's no apparent wound on him, but he feels like dying. His fox trembles and cries uncontrollably inside his chest, Jaskier doesn't cry. He thought, both of them, that they were safe with Geralt. Geralt is...was...home. His mother words come back to him, warning him to never show what he truly is or else...

His legs walk on their own, this body is no longer his, he's the ghost of a monster. His fox whimpers inside his ribcage and Jaskier feels sorry for him, it believed Geralt loved him, not romantically but... what a moron. Naive stupid fox.

And then he hears his name

"Jaskier!" Geralt. His fox crawls and tries to hide. The witcher calls and calls for him.

"What do you want, Geralt? You forgot to say something? There's no need, I'm leaving."  As seeing a play, Jaskier sees a hand on his shoulder because he can't feel anymore, he realizes he's in shock.

Geralt tries to talk to him, to make him stop and listen but Jaskier keeps going. The moon illuminating the path, the unforgiving wind singing a cruel song for them. He has to fix this. He runs past Jaskier, a couple of meters so Jaskier can see him before he passes. The witcher calls to his true form, his shape mends into a four-leg animal, a white wolf. The bard stops dead on his tracks. The wolf whines as it bends his neck in a clear sign of reverence, its ears flat on its head, the snout between its powerful paws. To be reverenced by an animal form it is a custom from old tales of worthy heroes and kings. The white wolf cries and the sound shakes Jaskier's bones. Jaskier approaches the wolf, he has waited all his life to see Geralt's form, but this wasn't how he imagine it. The white wolf begs him for forgiveness and prays his regret in deep whimpers. Jaskier kneels in front of the magnificent animal. The wolf stands and tries to touch him with its snout, but Jaskier avoids it. They locked eyes for a moment and then Jaskier says "You're beautiful" just how I imagine you'd be "Goodbye, Geralt" The wolf whines one last time before his fox, his beautiful and perfect pack fox walks away from him.

What Geralt does it's considered a great honour. Something that Geralt would never have thought he would do for anyone not even Yennefer. and Jaskier knows this, that's why he tells him he's beautiful. Jaskier trust is broken severely so, but Geralt would keep trying to prove himself worthy of have a fox by his side.

Maybe Geralt would follow Jaskier around in his wolf form, idk, i want to write more of this, i'd like to know your ideas.

[theoi-crow]

Hello! Correct me if I'm wrong but I believe Hercules' myth involves him being mortal before becoming the god of strength. Does this mean humans can ascend to godhood?

Hi! Sorry for the late reply, I've been busy but this ask is fascinating!

Hercules or Heracles (the Greek version of his name) is a demigod.

His mother, Alcmene, is human, while his father is Zeus. He was already part god like Perseus, Bellerophon and Achilles. Hercules was only able to ascend to godhood because he was already halfway there and while humans like Patroclus and Sappho can be possibly venerated as heroes or past ancestors, ancient Greece is very explicit on making sure that any human who ascends to godhood is a demigod, even if they are said to have a human mother and human father, like the story of Theseus whose human father was Aegeus but many myths claim it was actually Poseidon: (LINK)

So, can humans who are not already demigods ascend to godhood? No, according to the ancient Greeks, they can't.

This does not mean people didn't do extraordinary things, it's just that the ancient Greeks assumed whoever did extraordinary things was a demigod. This happened because when people accomplished something extraordinary in ancient Greece, the public considered that person to be someone who went beyond human limitation and thus considered more than human. People started suspecting a god as a possible parent.

Sometimes the person claiming to be a demigod did it for political reasons, like Alexander the Great who claimed to be the son of Zeus. Did people actually believe him? Not until he was able to prove his superhuman ability by creating one of the largest empires in human history at such a young age and in such a short time: (LINK)

Another thing I want to mention is how important ancestry was to the ancient Greeks.

Every Greek person only had one name and sometimes multiple people had the same name. So in order to differentiate between two people with the same name, their "last name" would be the name of their father, for example: "Theseus son of Aegus."

When someone didn't know who the father was, they would go by the mother's name, but if the person did something extraordinary, then people would start claiming they were the illegitimate child of a god (usually Zeus) and they would speculate and make stories about them emphasizing their status as a demigod (this is one of the reasons why there are a lot of stories about Zeus and rape. To the ancient Greeks, rape ment "going behind the father's back" even if the women wanted to be in a union with the god because to the ancient Greeks women did not have autonomy so their father's permission was very important).

Classifying a person who did the impossible as a demigod was very important to the ancient Greeks for a few reasons:

1. It would create the idea that only living demigods can do impossible things and thus disencourage "regular" humans from thinking they can also do that and thus keeping them in line for the politicians in power who ruled every aspect of their lives.

2. It cemented the idea that the gods still interact with their people and future demigods will be bestowed with their blessings and thus their hometowns would also benefit from said blessings.

3. Adding to reason number 2, it was also used for tourism.

4. It kept the honor of both women and children who didn't have a man claiming to be the head of their household and thus allowed the father of the mother to not have a shamed lineage.

5. It was especially used by kings to keep tyrants from taking over and kept civilians from rising against them for fear they would be cursed by their divine parental figure.

6. It was used to explain the unexplainable and as a way to keep people from thinking they could do something without the influence of a god and thus letting it get to their heads as we see in the cautionary tale of Bellerophon who grew impatient with his accomplishments being accredited to his father Poseidon and people assuming it was because he was a demigod and not because of his own efforts. After growing so frustrated over losing so much personal credit, he demanded a place on Olympus because of all he accomplished and was sent a gadfly by Zeus for using pegasus to force his way into Olympus and thus falling to his death after the gadfly bit pegasus who bucked Bellerophon off: (LINK)

WARNING!!!:

The idea that a human can be a god is very dangerous and one often used by toxic cults forcing their will on others. They push the narrative that someone is the reincarnation of Apollo or the child of Zeus and will use that narrative to try to force people to do things they don't want to do because a living "god" told them to do it.

People who believe they are a god are often described as having a "God Complex" (LINK). Not only is having a god complex dangerous to the person and everyone around them, but it's often associated with an extreme form of narcissism (LINK)

Why are god complexes so dangerous? Every human is fallible. We make mistakes and we grow and learn from those mistakes when we admit to them. People who have god complexes usually believe they are so perfect it's impossible for them to make mistakes so they blame everyone else around them and never take responsibility for themselves. As someone who grew up with very narcissistic adults with god complexes, it's frustrating to be gaslit and blamed for things you never did. They also don't believe in consent or believe they are above needing consent because they are a god and "know better."

If you meet someone claiming to be a god

RUN!

Seriously, run. Everyone has the ability to do and create extraordinary things but people with god complexes do not understand consent or how to respect the will of others because they think they are above other humans. Although I'm not a big fan of Witchtok, here's a little jingle that helps explain more about people with god complexes. (Tw: mentions of violence) (LINK)

Demigods are best left to mythology and storytelling.

They can be very inspiring, but a living "god" is very dangerous because they force their will onto others and are not above intimidation tactics. Here is a list of people who had been worshipped as living gods in the past and this includes Hitler, so you can see why the idea of "living gods" makes me very uncomfortable: (LINK)

These Delphic Maxims address god-complexes:

11) Φρόνει θνητά: Think mortal thoughts.

141) Εὖ πάσχε ὡς θνητός: Do as well as your mortal status permits.

The way that I personally interpret these two maxims is as a reminder that humans are human with human limits. It therefore asks that we not act like a god because that's assuming we no longer see ourselves as human.

It also asks that we not assume we can think like a god because that's over simplifying the way that the gods operate by applying human morals to them when they are beyond our comprehension and know things we'll never know, so they are a lot more complex than we'll ever understand, and assuming we know is to limit the gods.

But overall the main message is to respect the will of others by not thinking you are way better because you are more god-like than they are. EVERY person has the ability to be spiritual and the ability to create in such extraordinary ways that seem almost "god-like" to others but we are still human with human limits.

I personally believe human limits are beautiful and one of the many reasons why the gods are so fascinated with us. The gods get to see what we accomplish with such fragile lives, small limits that are carried by strong wills and big hearts.

I hope this helps!

[yandere-daydreams]

(this definitely wasnt inspired by the person who said sleeping beauty darling) a cinderella darling having gone through abuse their whole life wouldn’t be be upset with being held captive but actually happy and would go on with their dailies the the difference is they get some form of sick love from the yandere right?

tw - toxic relationships, manipulation, physical abuse, mentions of neglect, infantalization, obsessive mindsets, victim-blaming.

The devil you know is often better than the angel you don’t. I think an obsessive captor, however rich and loving, has just as much potential to be just as awful as any abusers you’ve met before.

At least you know how your step-mother feels about you. Your step-sisters might be a little more complicated, caught somewhere between sympathy and a new, budding superiority complex, between little shows of mercy and the cruelty they tolerate in exchange for a clean house and a safe distance from their mother’s anger, but she’s simple enough, she’s straight-forward enough, she doesn’t try to dampen the pure, unfiltered loathing in her eyes when she looks at you, all the anger a child deserves for being the feature-for-feature copy of a spouse so often found absent. She demands you that you clean so diligently because she wants you to know your place, below her. She locks the the cabinets and the pantries at night because she wants you too weak to argue, when she gives you your daily list of impossible tasks in the morning. She sends you out on errands that force you to walk all day and all night because every minute she doesn’t have to look at you is another tiny, prized blessing. She hates you. There’s nothing more, and there’s nothing less. You can live with being hated. You can live with making her your villain, especially when she seems so eager to take on the role. 

And, you can live with letting someone else come to your rescue. You can live with dancing, with letting beautiful women and powerful men treat you like something to be cooed over and thoroughly pitied, with smiling and playing tragic when a young monarch asks for your clan’s name. It’s not hard to believe you’ve fallen into the arms of the right person when they touch you so gently, when their face grows so hot every time their skin brushes yours, when they ask to see the damage in such a soft, regretful voice, you can nearly forget you’re little more than a pet fanning the flames of your new master’s ego. It’s not hard to tell yourself that this is better, that this is easier, that crying yourself to sleep isn’t as bad when you’re crying into silk sheet, but you haven’t gotten this far by lying to yourself, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t hate yourself a little less when you were still sobbing in your family’s decrepit attic. You grew up with hatred. You’re used to hatred. You don’t know how to react when they slip an arm out your waist, their grip too tight to be ignored. You don’t know how to return their affection, so harsh, so bloody, so much like the abuse they once seemed so disgusted by, when it wasn’t inflicted by their hand. You don’t know what to say to calm their anger, their temper, that sudden burst of uncharacteristic rage whenever they find you talking to one of your servants or indulging the curiosity of a group of courtiers or fiddling with your wedding ring, stark and silver and far too much like a shackle to ever fit comfortable on your finger. You don’t know how to feel about this - not quite hatred, not quite anything else. A love so rotted and possessive, it can’t really be called love at all.

And, it’s hard when you only have yourself to blame. You were the one who went through such lengths to make yourself into something pathetic, something in need of protection. You were the one who plead for their mercy. You were the one who failed to push them away the first time they kissed you, the first time you felt their teeth crash against your skin, and you’re still the one who falters, who hesitates, who fails to say a word when they pull you close and mutter all those terrible things into the crook of your neck, all the things they’d do if another living person ever laid a hand on you again. It makes things hurt more than they used to, even if you know you’re being hurt so much less. It makes things feel more difficult than they used to, even if you could still divide your heroes and your villains into separate categories, if you really had to.

It makes things harder than they used to be, back when you knew better than to love the people who cause you so much pain.

[thunderheadfred]

🦈Kirishima HC’s🦈

Absolutely no one asked for this i just like him a lot

He’s an adult in all of these. 20s-30s at least. Some NSFW because I’m a big perv. Minors do not interact. Shoo.

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General:

He is in the dictionary under Himbo, right next to Kronk.

Works part-time as a fitness instructor before making a name for himself as a pro hero. Most of his clients are middle-aged women, because he makes people feel safe. Before long, word gets around and he amasses this like. Loyal army of jacked housewives and older ladies who are his biggest possible fans. They mother-hen him like crazy.

Has a large and complicated extended family. Lots of cousins. You will never learn all their names, don’t even try. I have no idea if his parents have canon occupations but no matter what Horikoshi says, they actually own a mountain onsen. Kirishima went to the city by himself to go to middle/high school, his family is all off in the country somewhere and he gets homesick a lot but never admits it. He’s broke for a long time even after making it as a pro hero, because he sends most of his money back home.

He’s a dog dad. You cannot, WILL not convince me otherwise. Big dogs. Small dogs. Fancy dogs. Ugly dogs. He has a whole pack. He calls them all baby, sweetie, pupper, the worst and most embarrassing baby talk. Tells them about his day. All of his furniture is wrecked. He’s an active member in online dog groups, where he is careful to use a pseudonym and never show his face, but eventually people are going to figure out that Red Riot’s dogs look an awful lot like this one user’s....

He’s in a casual taiko group, always on the o-daiko. Loves participating in festivals and parades. He has never, ever, not once, worn a shirt while drumming. Probably has been gifted at least one antique taiko drum for his hero work, and he keeps it in his house but is too afraid to play it because it’s scary valuable “uhh it’s definitely haunted”

Regularly goes out drinking. Socially and responsibly, like clockwork, always with the same people. He’s a goddamned lightweight, and no one understands why. Will mope if he has to miss a night out at the izakaya.

So he’s clean, but sloppy. House looks like a tornado ripped through it, and nothing he owns matches. Not a single thing. I mentioned the dogs.

Will absolutely use “manly” as a replacement for “awesome,” and will constantly tell you how manly you are. Your actual gender is a non-issue. If you hang out with him for more than five minutes you’re manly as hell now.

He cries a lot? Sometimes it’s for show but he gets genuinely misty-eyed over the dumbest things. Do NOT show him pictures of puppies.

He’s good at braiding hair. His or yours. When his hair isn’t hardened, he likes doing all kinds of wacky stuff with it. He usually keeps it long enough for braids, ponies, buns, quirk-assisted faux-hawks, whatever. Mina has given him many bad ideas. He will definitely steal your hair bands and accessories, if you use them.

His fridge is just like, meat and beer. He will, if forced, consume perhaps one single vegetable. Unfortunately, his B.O. reflects this. God bless him - he showers and bathes daily, because he works out a lot and is just generally hygienic. But don’t ever touch his socks barehanded.

He wears the cheapest, most predictable cologne you can imagine, the kind that comes in an aerosol can and punches a hole in the ozone every time he sprays his pits. It smells stupidly good on him. How. so fucking manly. you kind of hate him for getting away with it.

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And now, the 🌶 Spicy Ones 🌶

Does not date or hook up much; wants a serious relationship.

Has a tough time getting dates, weirdly. He’s still secretly insecure, but mostly he’s got rocks for brains and never knows how to flirt. He ends up friendzoning most of the people interested in him, because he is, in fact, a little too chivalrous for his own good and can never make the first move. He’s an emotional open book, but clueless romantically. I recommend being extremely straightforward. Draw him a map if you have to.

Is afraid to kiss you too deeply because of the teeth. Will take a lot of gentle encouragement to get him comfortable, but once he knows you’re safe, he’s going to be kissing you all the time. Like, too much. People are gawking, Kiri, for God’s sake.

He radiates massive doses of husband/dad energy. Will immediately marry the hell out of you. If you are capable of and willing to have his children, you are going to get extremely pregnant. Very quickly. Not necessarily a breeding kink (though why not), he just really wants to start a family with you.

He’s Big. Just huge. Tall and broad, and also... his dick is a summit and you will need to prepare for the climb. He’s had problems in the past because no, not everybody wants ALL THAT inside them. That said, if you can handle it? Woof.

Hard as a rock is No Joke with this man. Can and WILL use his quirk on his dick. If you don’t think that’s the first thing he mastered as a teenager I dont know what to tell you. Ever used a glass dildo? Well buckle up cuz it’s like if a massive glass dildo whispered sweet nothings in your ear and held you close in big strong arms and fucked you till you cried. It’s a sometimes thing. Otherwise you’d simply pass away.

He loves your brains. Your smarts and wit are a huge turn on, and he gets a boner when you use a word he doesn’t know. He also loves fucking your brains completely out, so that you cant use any words at all.

He’s a devout church-going body-worshipper. He’s so jacked that’s it’s constantly intimidating, like, how dare you stand next to this chiseled statue of a man?! but whether you love power-lifting with him or would rather die than exercise, he’s gonna treat you like the prettiest fucking piece of cake on planet earth.

Size kink ahoy; he gets his big grabby mitts on you... and you psychologically lose three feet. Doesn’t matter how tall or small or fat or thin you are, you are getting groped, squeezed, and manhandled. You didn’t even know it was possible to get thrown around like that; always onto something soft.

Not dominant. Not unless you ask very, very nicely. had a brief pushy phase at the peak of his teenage manliness obsession, unconsciously trying to be more like Bakugou, but he quickly realized controlling people wasn’t really him. It certainly isn’t very manly. Doesn’t want any toxic masculinity in his love life, even as roleplay.

That said, he can and will be a soft dom, if that’s what you want. After some practice, he’d get pretty good at it too. But his natural sexual groove is goofy, a bit awkward. Usually finds a non-sexual excuse to touch you at first; prepare to get tickled a lot. If you sit in his lap it’s all over.

If you get dominant with him, even a little, he’s gonna turn to putty in your hands. Go ahead and boss that big dumb puppy around. Nothing turns him on like seeing you get exactly what you want.

You’ll have morning wood pressed up against your ass. Every damn day. He might hump and grope you in his sleep, moaning a little. Usually it just wears off. If you wake him up to fuck, he’ll have no idea what’s going on but will be like “hell yeah i guess this is happening”

Gives oral like a starving man. Has absolutely zero reservations, because he knows his tongue and hands can’t hurt you. Will be as loud and messy as possible. If you get embarrassed or shy about it, he’s going to mumble sweet talk directly into your junk until your teeth fall out.

He’s vocal in bed. Growly. A moaning groaning disaster. He says the sweetest, gentlest things... has the cleanest dirty talk you’ve ever heard, but tenderness filtered through his bourbon-barrel chest comes out all dark and rumbly, especially when he’s close. you feel his “I love you” in your bones

He thinks making his partner cum is the manliest thing he can do. Any orgasm is good, but if you cum untouched on his dick, he’ll be riding that high for days

[city-witch-magix]

Celtic Deities

These are basic notes too look at as a beginning, there are only 10 deities from the website I used and I want to make sure my sources are good, so any feedback with corrections or additions you think I should add to it are greatly appreciated :) 

Brighid, Hearth Goddess of Ireland 

Daughter of Dagda 

One of the classic triple Goddesses of the celtic pantheon

Many Pagans honor her as a goddess of the hearth and home, divination and prophecy

Often associated with with Imbolc, fire, domesticity, and family life 

A patron of poets, bards, healers, and magicians. 

Items for honoring/Symbols: green cloth that is long enough to wrap around your shoulders (if you put it on your doorstep on the night of Imbolc she will bless it), Brighid’s cross, a Bride’s Bed

Cailleach, Ruler of Winter 

Known in parts as the hag, bringer of storms, the dark mother of the winter months

Features prominently in mythology as and is not just a destroyer but also a creator goddess

The name itself means “veiled one” or “old woman” 

In some stories she’d appear to the hero as an old woman and when they were kind to her, she’d turn into a young woman and reward him for his good deeds 

In other stories, she turns into a giant gray boulder at the end of winter and stays that way until Beltane when she comes back to life

Items for honoring/Symbols: wearing something blue, personal reserve, control, and truth with yourself, a yellow altar cloth in the morning for the sun and a blue candle in the center, a bowl of snow

Cernunnos, Wild God of the Forest 

The horned God found in many traditions of modern Paganism and Wicca

Symbolizes fertility and masculine energy 

Often celebrated around Beltane 

Associated with the forest, the greening of the earth, and wild stags

The god of vegetation and trees, a god of lust and fertility when connected Pan, the Greek satyr

In some traditions he is seen as a god of death and dying and takes time to comfort the dead by singing to them on their way to the spirit world 

Items for Honoring/Symbols: Take some wine, milk, or consecrated water in a chalice to the woods and pour it out while calling his name, decorate your altar with leaves, shed antlers, moss, fresh clean soil

Cerridwen, Keeper of the Cauldron

Known in Welsh mythology as the keeper of the Cauldron of the Underworld in which knowledge and inspiration is brewed 

Considered the Goddess of prophetic powers and bc her symbol is the cauldron she is an honored goddess in many Pagan and Wiccan traditions 

Her legend is heavy with transformation 

Change and rebirth and transformations are all under her control 

Items for honoring/Symbols: a cauldron, 

The Daga, Father God of Ireland 

Leader of the Tuatha de Danaan 

A god of fertility and knowledge 

Name means “the good god” 

Possess a mighty club and a magical cauldron that has an endless supply of food

Typically portrayed as a plump man with a large phallus, represented as a god of abundance (my guy was packin, they said it was so big it would have to be dragged on the ground)

Items for Honoring/Symbols: a club, cauldron with home-grown veggies or fresh baked good, ladle, oat bannocks, porridge, ale, butter, symbols of abundance and bounty

Herne, God of the Wild Hunt

A god of vegetation, vine, and the wild hunt in British lore

Celebrated in the autumn months, when the deer go into their rut

Seen as a god of the common folk and typically only recognized around the Windsor Forest area of Berkshire 

Was considered a divine hunter and was seen on his hunts with a great horn and a wooden bow riding a black horse with a pack of hounds

Mortals who got caught in his hunt would get taken and ride with him for eternity 

Seen as a harbinger of bad omen, especially to the royal family 

Items for Honoring/Symbols: call upon him when needed, might want to wokr with him when you need to right a wrong, cider, whiskey, or home brewed mead, a dish of prepared meat you hunted yourself, burn incense with dried leaves 

Lugh, Master of Skills

Honored for his skills and gifts as a craftsman 

God of blacksmiths, metal-workers, and artisans 

Honored on August 1st as a harvest god 

Associated with craftsmanship and skill (especially with creativity) 

Not specifically a god of war, but is a known as a skilled warrior 

Has amighty spear that is so bloodthirsty it’s tried to fight its own owner 

Items for Honoring/Symbols: something you made yourself

The Morrighan, Goddess of War and Sovereignty 

Associated with rightful kinship and the sovereignty of the land along with war

Often appears as a crow or raven or with a group of them 

In some areas she’s connected to fertility and land 

Items for Honoring/Symbols: 

Rhiannon, Horse Goddess of Wales

Plays a crucial role in the kinship of Wales 

Appears prominently in Welsh and Irish mythology

Items for Honoring/Symbols: horses, horseshoes, birds, the wind, the moon, on your altar have horse-related things (figures, etc), offerings of sweetgrass, hay, milk, or even music

Taliesin, Chief of the Bards

A documented historical figure but has managed to be elevated to a minor god

Known as the greatest poet of all time 

Items for Honoring/Symbols: 

Source: https://www.learnreligions.com/pagan-gods-and-goddesses-2561985  https://www.learnreligions.com/gods-of-the-celts-2561711  and any other links used for individual gods

[gxldings]

Deadline of a Dream

A lost one, with no home to return to, makes his appearance among the living.

Reality marbles and warps, tears away to void-colored shades of purple. A hole blacker than the deepest depths emerges, threatening to swallow the world. Eerie vibrations blows from it, like the distorted wind of another realm. Its form is by no means corporeal; one cannot touch it and feel matter, but it produces light and shadow. It disrupts the natural order of things until its circumference reaches its apex, then it stabilizes. The gateway is formed, behind our hero of interest in this story: Ymir.

The Dragon of Life, blessed with the infinite power to protect and nourish, how pathetic that you would be made a pawn here in the Order of Heroes. How ironic that you would be dead, only to be brought back with powers greater than your own.

The portal flashes a bright light, and from it emerges a walking corpse. He is a hulking beast of a man, bearing no signs of sweet life that he once wore with pride. His footsteps are heavy with the burden of thousands slain, his fearsome armor and weaponry clanking to add to the symphony of his approach. Blue mist bellows from beneath his mask, fattening and shortening as though it is his breath. But what a cheap imitation of life he is! He cannot breathe, cannot choke, cannot warm another with the heat of a mortal body. He is Lif, the Lethal Swordsman, and he seeks the power of the Life Mother.

“Fallen goddess,” he starts, the moment the steps through the gate, “who bears no bond with the eternal pantheon. Yours is the infinite well of life that I seek.” The man needs no introduction, for what he is means more than who. He is a dread reconstruction of Hel’s--a fiend born of the power opposite to Ymir. Perhaps, by merely seeing his accursed form, she would take pity on him. Perhaps that pity could move her to act, to give him that which he pines so dearly for. Lif can only hope.

“Name your price. I shall go to the darkest corners of the world if it is what you desire: I have done worse.” Crimson-stained eyes pull into a scowl as they stare at the woman in front of them. The voice from this man--cutthroat and monotone--is muffled by the mask he wears over his face. It makes his speech all the more unsettling, but he shows no intention of removing it. What he is now, a monster, cannot be shown to those who do not share his fate. He cannot bear the shame and embarrassment he’d feel if others looked upon his undead jaw with sorrow. The filter over his voice would be something Ymir must learn to deal with. 

“What I ask for in return is that my realm be saved. You have the power to grant life unending, so grant it to those wronged by Hel.” 

// Lif at Ymir; starter for @sunsinger