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rui-drawsbox · 2 years ago

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I’m back on my bullshit 😔. (This got real long as I was writing it so I had to add the keep reading thing for everyone’s sake)

so… Mika as a bit of a villain, a bit of an evildooer, a bit of a malicious man. Would he transform like the magical knights or would he have to manually change outfits? Cuz I doubt that he would just go out without covering his face or disguising himself. If he has powers I would assume he gets his own special form, like an evil magical girl lmao.

Also, I was thinking about Bingus 💀. Mostly the actual threat he could pose to the magical knights. He feels like the type to use henchmen/an army of mindless henchmen, like an army of living dolls.

So, Mika’s powers, if he has em. Personally I don’t know whether he would, he could just be real good in a scrap or have powers given to him by Shu, or he could have magic of his own. If he did have magic of his own I feel like it would be something he didn’t really know to use before Shu got involved with him.

On the topic of Mika’s powers (again), I’m not sure what they would be exactly. I have a couple ideas, shadow manipulation, some kind of physical enhancement thing that lets him fight on past the point of serious injury and do physical feats that shouldn’t be possible (like bending his spine in ways it shouldn’t, or lifting cars and shit like that), or bringing plushies to life, or something to do with crows. Idk man, he has so many options but being a villain and all means he can have more than one to make him threatening : D (I’m getting tempted to write 😔)

Also what weapon would he use? I feel like he’d wield something unconventional, like a chainsaw or those giant pairs of scissors that you see in anime. Alternatively he could wield something graceful like a lance or spear (maybe one that resembles a big sewing needle ✨). Plus with the reach that the spear would have it would make him more menacing, especially in a fight against people wielding swords (cough cough the knights). Either way he’d be terrifying in a fight, I can just feel it. He’s so pathetic but if you hand him a weapon he’s fucking scary. (I really want to draw him lmao)

ALSO JUST HAD A THOUGHT!!! Shu and Mika fighting together could be really cool cuz if Mika has that body enhancement power where he can be injured beyond what’s possible for a normal human and still fight Shu could manipulate him like a doll to fight viciously. I have fight scene ideas in my head. Like straight up angsty shit tbh.

maybe Mika doesn’t know Arashi is a magical knight, and after he finds out he doesn’t want to fight her anymore but Shu pushes him on and actively makes him fight with like his powers or something. Puppet master Shu <<<333

losing my mind rn, anyways Mika screaming and crying while being forced to actively fight Arashi <<33 let him cry 😎 (I love Mika so much but like I want to see him crying sometimes)

Also Shu regretting his actions after realizing how torn up Mika is (emotionally, not just physically for once) after fighting Arashi. Shu redemption arc? Nah, that’s for season two, he’s a villain, he’s gonna double down on his shitty behavior by internalizing all of this and pushing Mika away while yelling excuses to get Mika to leave. Like calling him broken or useless because he knows it will get Mika to leave him. 🫠 I love writing too much, angst specifically.

also Mika bonding with knights at school before the reveal and seeing them as his first actual friends and companions outside of Shu. I feel like that would be really cute.

back to the girl boss and her friends cuz I’ve talked about Mika enough for now.

ARASHI AND KNIGHTS NOT BEING FRIENDS BEFORE ALL THIS BULLSHIT (except Ritsu, girlies gotta be girlies ya know?) AND BONDING OVER ALL OF THIS SHIT AND GROWING TO CARE ABOUT EACHOTHER LIKE A REAL FAMILY.

they should go sing karaoke together with Mika.

also just them doing domestic stuff together in general. Like having a movie night or cooking together.

ALSO, ya know how a lot of magical girl shows have like second forms or power ups that get revealed around the mid season, and how these are sometimes locked behind character based trials? Like, some character development has to happen first before the character can start using this more powerful magic?

I’ve been thinking. 😔 still don’t have words for these thoughts tho so I’ll be back.

Mika should unlock his true magical knight form, when.. OH HOLY SHIT HE COUKD BE LJKE A DARK KNIGHT, WAIT OH MY GOD I JUST HAD THIS THOUGHT!!! Back to what I was saying, he could unlock his true magical knight form after he leave Shu and, and! Decides to forgive him and actively starts working with the knights to save Shu from himself. Now that I’m thinking on it more, I feel like this would be more of a self actualization thing for mika. He’s finally making a decision for himself, and it goes against Shu’s wishes completely. Maybe he could get his actual powers in a burst of righteous fury over one of Shu’s self destructive actions :):):) broseph should grab that pretty boy by the collar and scream at him for once. It would do Shu some good to be yelled at occasionally, humble him.

I’m gonna shut the fuck up now. Arashi’s super magical girl form should be queen related cuz she’s the queen of knights, yada yada, I need to continue unpacking my stuff from my recent move, so I’m done opening my skull like a trap door and pouring the contents into your ask box for now.

I’ll be back (assume the tone was menacing, like an old wizard who speaks of the end times)

Your au is so fucking cool btw, thank you for the brain worms :):):)

Replying this took way more time than i thought because turns out i cant think in words lmao, so i sketched all the ideas i got from this in my free time the past days ksbxk

Starting with Mika and weapons! (And other's weapons but mainly Mika)

Yea hes pathetic but also the biggest menace with a weapon. At first i thought about double swords or some fact double weapon (u can see i recently watched the puss in boots movie) but i also like the idea of showing how inhumanly strong he is with his weapon, so a Claymore! A Big ass sword that is weird not being scared of getting closer! Im talking about his henchemen moment, because after all his redemption arc i feel like giving him a more futuristic spear, kind of like a sewing needle yea (i didn't drew that cuz i thought about It after but u get It?)

Now designs! My favorite parts! Henchemen!Mika:

An easy to fix/change-specific-parts uniform! Provided by his boss!

I honestly think he would not be completly human, mabye a genetically modified one or entirely artificial. I mean, if Knights are getting their powers from some random alien why not artificial people? I like the idea of his body being like a wooden doll, those which all their joints are joined by an elastic inside the body (or reference dolls for artists if is easier to search?), so he could stretch/broke his bones all he wants without worrying, besides, if his skin is hurt badly Shu would "heal" It for the sake of his incognito mode!

After redemption!Mika:

Dont focus in the colors--I'll fix It when i make everyone's outfits in digital skdjjs

Futuristic! Neon! Transparent parts of clothing! Bold shapes! Mika is now a brand new person, letting behind his heavy past focused on obedience to live his own life! In part thats why i wanted to give this version of him a spear, because its a lot more lighter than the Claymore and can be used a lot more freely!

Now the rest of Knights designs! Ritsu, Leo and Tsukasa:

(Tsukasa sword is in the wrong hand but lets ignore that)

Ritsu's skirt is really puffy, mainly because It makes me think its extremely comfy and soft like a cloud should feel! His cape is in the right side so It won't bother when using his sword

Leo skirt is parted at the side so he isnt limited by the cloth when fighting, talking about that! I gave him two swords mainly because hes ambidextrous but also because he gives me messy figther vibes, specially having fun when is surrounded

Tsukasa always gave me the most classical knight vibes, so he has the most simplest but not less elegant outfit! Really, search Female Knight and at least in the first five images there's someone with a similar skirt/naked legs

Now with some random ideas: i would LOVE the idea of Knights adopting Mika after he's dumped by Shu, It would be like Arashi taking care two times at week, the others one day at week and the free day they do a sleepover all together! It would be like that until him and Shu make up in the second season lmao. And yes It would be a heavy angst, the series starts with Arashi learning how to be a Magical Girl and making friends along the way and then It finish being super dramatic and sad. The only thing that could recover watchers from the finale is the classic outro where It shows everyone's getting along, Shu being scolded by Mika for being rude to someone and the final image is the graduation photo with everyone showing their diplomas and jumping like the good ol' Friends they are JWJDJJA

But no yea, come back anytime, i love reading all your ideas for the au! Theyre very creative and is super fun to imagine all the situations you describe!

#rui draw smth #enstars #ensemble stars #rui thinks loudly #arashi narukami #mika kagehira #leo tsukinaga #tsukasa suou #ritsu sakuma #(omg magical girl arashi)#enstars magical knights au

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restless-witch · 11 months ago

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better not wake the baby - spring part 2

link to chapter on ao3- ya gotta be logged in though

Fic Summary: Jaskier isn't helpless. He'd been a shepherd before. He'd killed a wolf before. He'll slaughter again if that's the price of freedom.

Fic Rated M: explicit gore/medical descriptions and miscarriage/abortion aftermath, swearing, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, really gross attitudes towards omegas, abusive relationships, references to fucking, brief suicidal ideation, tbh I'll probably write some actual fucking later

This fic was current up and to part 17 of Honey - Sometimes the Tunnel Only Leads to Darkness and after better not wake the baby- spring part 1. You'll enjoy this fic more if you’ve read them <3

Witcher 3 + Netflix / This part is rated T for contains references to sexual stuff and swearing

heyyo @oldandkinky it's a treat for you and me we've got some plot happening

Drown yourself in crocodile tears Curse the gods what made 'ye Pine away for your banner year But it better not wake the baby How long will this go on? How long, indeed? bang a drum 'till the money's all gone- but it better not wake the baby -The Decemberists - What a Terrible World, What a Beautiful World

He'd spent his first weeks on the lam in the wilds and resolves not to fucking do that again- even now that he's got his pack properly filled. It's easier to avoid Geralt in the woods but the constant trapping of game for supper wore on him as quickly as the misery of waiting out the spring rains did.

All told, he was lucky to be in this part of Redania, where itinerant work was a little easier to come by and the locals generally still observed the customs of hospitality.

He emerged from Lettenhove in time for the spring plowing and thanked the lone lucky star watching over him that the local gossips were still chattering over the white haired witcher that left weeks ago.

He was free of outrunning Geralt, for at least a little while.

Geralt was hunting him, he was sure- the scorched garden back home confirmed Geralt's rage even if Jaskier was foolish enough to think the witcher would take his flight easily. Living on the path, however, was not free and Geralt would need to slow his chase for coin.

Jaskier really hoped he wasn't banking too much on gossip to keep him ahead, or behind, Geralt.

He drifted between towns for a few weeks, living just a little better than hand to mouth, taking jobs in the fields and hunting for herbs to sell. The cuts and bruises he accumulated on jobs went away as easily as if he'd wiped them off and, more out of boredom than anything, he forms the sign of igni and a sputtering flame erupts from his fingertips. Which scares the shit of him enough that it's another week before he tries again: the signs have mixed success but he's torn between the terror of his foreign body and the desperate drive to take any advantage he can. He feels unsettled by this life- too close to what he experienced on the path, too close to the little jobs he'd take back home- feels like he's stagnating and mouldering even as he pushes his body farther beyond what he knew he should be capable of.

It's outside of Rinde that the grift begins.

It was raining- a heavy downpour through the night and into the day that seemed to follow Jaskier as he slogged through the muddy roads and only the guess-timate of Rinde being a three hour walk that forced his feet all the way to the inn.

Well, he thought it was the inn, but the unamused Ealdorman's clerk quickly dashed that presumption. The clerk mutters a curse into his ledger before asking if the amount on the posting is enough for him to just get on with it .

"Pardon?" Jaskier can't help but be polite.

"One drowner," the clerk enunciated, like Jaskier was some kind of fool, "I understand that's more a nuisance in your profession," he exaggeratedly looked down at Jaskier's chest, "but Kazimierz finally emptied the orphanage."

Oh. The medallion. The lover's medallion, smaller than Geralt's but, proclaiming an allegiance to the school of the Wolf. He'd nearly forgotten he wore it at all and had kept it around his neck merely to keep it safe for when he eventually pawned it. It must have wrested itself outside of his clothes while he hunched from the rain. With Tomek wrapped and strapped to his back and his gambeson worn to protect him from the cold- he can't even fault the clerk for his assumptions.

Before he can help himself, he's agreeing to the contract.

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In retrospect, killing his first drowner wasn't the hardest thing he'd ever done but it was the most frightening thing he'd ever done by choice. The White Wolf killed the others a few weeks back, but the lone remnant had made enough trouble by the bridge that the ealdorman promised him room and board for a week if he'd rid them of it. The room was a barn stall and the board was a meager basket of vegetables and eggs, but he'd been on the road enough that a week with the same roof over his head was plenty.

He's so fucking stupid- but wasn't like trying to outsmart a witcher had really gotten him any progress. He knew a lot about drowners, for all that the witchers griped about contracts for them- it really was because they were a nuisance to a witcher. Hardly a monster and more of giant rancid smelling pain in the ass that mostly got handled by witchers because a crowd of them would overwhelm a normal human by the stench alone.

This was... doable if he didn't act a complete fool.

He went out the next afternoon when the rain had finally abated and found a gnarled yew tree. He climbed up and tested the boughs- swinging himself from a few of them and settling on the one with the best line of sight. He hung his pack on the branch above him and nocked his bow. He waited-

and waited-

well, fuck maybe he should've tried to track it during daylight hours.

At twilight it dragged itself out of the water- happily munching on a bullfrog. Jaskier loosed an arrow and the drowner squealed when it sank into its foot. It squalled as it tried to yank its foot off the ground- the beast didn't even wonder where it came from. He loosed a second towards the other foot but it sailed peacefully into the water. The third trapped the other foot and the drowner had enough mind to rip the fifth out of its chest.

He'd have to get closer then.

Jaskier pulled Tomek from the branch above and hopped down: he tried casting igni but panicked and the sputtering flame just alerted the drowner to his presence- the drowners' fins flaring when it turned to claw at him. It lurched forward uselessly with its feet stuck, but it kept screeching and Jaskier wondered if his ears were bleeding. He threw his whole weight behind a clean aim towards its neck.

His swing went wide and when he rolled to the side to try and not trip he ended up just bashing its skull in with the blunt side. It crumpled to the ground but he frantically hacked away at the corpse until the head was completely severed.

He vomited onto the rocky shore.

The body had stopped twitching: the gills dried out quickly and the revolting smell of rot and fish blood got stronger. Dawn was an hour or two away and Jaskier carefully crept back up the yew and pulled down his pack. He drank a little water and then a little temerian rye when his trembling wouldn't stop. He sat on the bank of the river and by the time daylight had started creeping over the body- he saw that the outside flesh was a mottled blue but the inside of the neck was grey. He stood back up and ambled back to the body, wrenching out his arrows, and kicking it over. It didn't look like a drowned person. It looked like a fish person with fine little scales and fins like a catfish. That-

that made it easier. It didn't really look like a person. if it was once a human then it hadn't been one for a very long time.

The tongue, he remembered, was the traditional proof of the kill for a drowner. Something that annoyed Geralt because of how long they were.

By this point, death had opened the jaw of the drowner's head for him and it was quick if very messy work to cut the tongue out. He panicked again. He hadn't thought ahead about what to do with the tongue. He paced the shore and panicked and panicked and panicked and until he was laughing hysterically.

The great shuddering laughter did make him feel better in a way- it made the bit of flesh in his hand seem so fucking stupid and he did do it, he'd killed a verifiable monster.

Gods he was so fucked-

he'd done it though

-behind his heaving laughter he could feel the smallest reluctant flutter of hope in his chest. no he wasn't a witcher but maybe-

maybe he could go along with the hoax better than he thought he could. Most of their contracts were small like this, right? Maybe his grift wasn't as foolish as he'd thought it was.

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He'd persuaded the ealdorman's wife to let him use her wash tub and fetch water from their well: he dragged them into the barn and stripped down. It was then he realized his smallclothes were sticky with drying slick. He felt revolted. He hadn't felt aroused but it must've happened when he was slaying the drowner. He'd been so caught up in the urgency and the terror, he hadn't noticed his body readying for what usually followed. Panic and arousal were tied together in his body. He'd known Geralt had ruined his twinges of lust but this was different. He was disgusting. A wretched example of an omega. A wretched example of a lover. He hated it. Hated his body.

But it was all he had now. His silly dream of being a bard would never happen with his scarred face. Perhaps a wandering worker that occasionally busked, but no true bard could make it without a bit of wooing and he wasn’t feeling so vain as to pretend they were easy to ignore. No good alpha would take him with the bond mark or scarred womb, even if he claimed Geralt's death. He wasn't soft anywhere an omega should be. Not anymore.

He stood above the bath a long time, avoiding looking at his blurry reflection. He tries casting igni again and his (traitorous) body didn’t hesitate to actually call the chaos this time so at least he was staring into a frothy steaming bath instead. The minerals in the water filled his chest in a different way than the well water at home: which now that he thought about it, very rarely steamed with as much fervor either. He's told the air by the sea is salty in a good way, the only things he could compare it to are Kaer Morhen's springs and the Pontar, which sounds so strange and foreign he can hardly imagine it. Maybe he'll go to the coast, it's just as good a direction as any, become a sailor, just because he's playing Witcher now doesn't mean he can't try to wheedle a life aloft.

The water was a bearable temperature by the time he finally calmed his thoughts enough to step in and it was like he cast axii on himself, the hot water sluicing all his thoughts away.

He made up for the lack of payment by winning a few boxing matches: the smattering of scars on his torso and face were enough to convince the local tavern owner that he'll give a good show. The food in the basket left as payment by the ealdorman's wife dwindled quickly- he honestly hadn't planned on staying for the full week- but Zosia seemed to have a soft spot for him because a few more eggs and turnips and even a loaf of bread rolled in.

He paced the fields some- he killed a wolf prowling around and traded the pelt for a pair of boots and a handsome belt. The belt, regrettably and unavoidably, got traded for a fresh quiver of arrows and a proper sharpening for Tomek and his knife.

All told; a week earned him a purse of coppers (perhaps a lean two crowns when added up), Zosia ladling him a secret pot of milk as he leaves, and pointers to a few towns where he might find a little work.

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He stumbled his way through the rest of the spring, mostly making coin helping with the tilling and taking on a contract for a warg which wasn't so different from killing a wolf besides the fact that the medallion that earns him the contract also earns him the missive to take his coin and leave before sundown. The same goes for flashing his medallion when he sells to the apothecarist- less bartering on the prices or the quality, but the same directive to leave the damned town the same day.

Town to town he goes and mingles and meets a handful of people who spot his medallion and ask after their friend Geralt . Jaskier briefly, in a moment of near insanity, wonders if there's a second witcher named Geralt of the Wolf School that just never returns to the Kaer for the Geralt they tell him of is gentle and carries a tome of poetry and permits brave children to ride Roach.

But the details remain the same- white hair, School of the Wolf, and a predilection for plums and brunettes- and Jaskier was forced to hold up the possibility that Geralt was a master manipulator of a caliber he didn't even know was possible to have charmed people in so many places into believing he was kind .

He supposed he too once thought Geralt was kind, for an afternoon, and perhaps they just never frustrated him enough for Geralt to lose his patience. The lone exception is an elf in the market who proclaims Jaskier and the other members of his guild "fine enough" but asks him to spit on Geralt the next time they meet as payback for "whatever striga crawled up his ass and died."

He agreed to do it for the both of them and feels vindicated when the elf elaborates that the witcher had been good-natured enough until their last meeting two years ago.

Jaskier traveled, he worked, he met folk foul and fair.

He survived and, for a time, that was enough.

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Towards the end of the day, Nenneke was sealing her correspondence with wax, when Anka informed her that "an acquaintance has come by on an important matter." Anka added that it's a witcher but not the same one as last time, she thought, she's not sure. Anka's devotion to the goddess was admirable but her attention for anything but nurturing plants was rather lacking- Nenneke was surprised Anka noticed a visitor at the gate at all. Nenneke sank into her chair a bit, closing her eyes as she drew in a long breath, because she was getting a little done with Geralt breathing down her neck like she was his errand boy.

"Make sure there's a bed available," she finally said, resisting the urge to just turn him away, "and tell him I'll attend to him when I'm done."

Done ended up being close to supper, after the postulant's vows of evening silence had taken hold: so she arranged for Geralt to eat with her in the hall outside the infirmary ward. She was tucking into a bowl of pottage when the witcher arrived but it wasn't Geralt that hesitantly strode across the hall.

It was his little omega who wasn't so little anymore. His frame had thickened out and he was bearing more than a few scars- but the mating mark on his neck was still clear to the world. Anka must have arranged for him to bathe as well because he smelled merely of soap and soft citrusy omega nervousness. She carefully took a long breath and couldn't detect the acrid smell of terror he had last time or Geralt for that matter.

This was going to be interesting.

"Priestess Nenneke," he said softly, taking the seat across from her, his frame curled small as he humbly bowed his head to her, "thank you for taking the time to see me."

"You weren't 'the witcher' I expected to see," she said, leaning back and gesturing for him to accept the bowl across from her, she huffed a little laugh, "I'd be a poor priestess of Melitele if I turned away a traveler."

He gave a little snort and the two ate in silence for a while. If Nenneke were younger, she would've tried to pry more from him: but he wasn't her first battered omega to show up without his alpha and he certainly wouldn't be her last. She wordlessly pressed a second serving on him- he'd bulked up a bit but there was a leanness to his cheeks she didn't like in omegas.

"Has Geralt come to see you?" he finally asked, eyes trained on pulling the crust off his bread.

"Since we last met?" He nodded, "Yes, once. About a month ago- after Belleteyn." She watched him carefully and, instead of a spike of worry, his smell remained carefully nervous.

"Did he take Essi?" he started to press the inside of his bread flat.

"He couldn't if he tried," Nenneke said plainly, his eyes darted to her face and searched her eyes, "her rearing is in the temple's hands now. Besides," she gave an arch smile, "he can't tell her from Embla," there's no mistaking the relief that floods out of him and she started to feel a real fondness for him when his shoulders go slack.

"Is she happy here?"

"Truthfully, I don't see her often," Nenneke gave a little hum, "but we take care of our girls. She's the temple's now and I wouldn't even let you take her."

There was a pause as he took that in, he must have settled on accepting it because he sighed and turned a more serious glance to Nenneke, "Thank you, for taking care of her and easing my mind," he chewed his lip a bit, "I suppose I should tell you I've been traveling and working a bit as a witcher. The Witcher Yulek."

"I don't suppose it's with his permission you are doing this," she said, Jaskier shook his head, "you're too old for Vesemir to try and make a real witcher out of you anyway."

Jaskier swallowed and Nenneke could smell a load of trouble.

"Why are you here, Yulek?" she asked him firmly, "you knew when you signed Essi into our care that she'd not be leaving until she was an adult. Geralt isn't stupid enough to break the peace just to get her away from me."

"Will you tell him I was here?" she could smell anxiety begin to bloom in his scent.

"Is that what you want?" she retorted sharply and wrinkled her nose from his scent bursting with emotions, "I suppose that answers that. My allegiance isn't to him and I'll forgive the insult you'd think it would be," she scrutinized him intensely and saw his hands tighten on his lap like a child getting a scolding- she felt herself soften a bit, for he wasn't yet much more than a child, "my duty is to the people seeking Melitele's help here, now what is it you came here for?"

"My body," he said quietly, "I don't recognize it. Something is happening to me. He was going to kill me: he was going too far. And then I noticed- the changes. You must see-"

He wordlessly took a knife from his belt and cut into the flesh inside his arm- over a spot where she noticed a curious handful of similar scars.

He must have done this before.

She kept herself in her seat and the two sat in silence as the blood quickly clotted- before he could bleed out- far quicker than should have been possible. She cycled through thoughts- a curse, some sort of latent skill for chaos, the trials-

She still wet her apron and tended to it, wiping away the blood as she'd done so many times to so many omegas.

"It's not the food," he continued, "I've been on my own since before Birke- I don't-" he trailed off.

That ruled out going through the Choice like Leo.

"He used to drink something,"Jaskier said, "some kind of fertility treatment, could that have changed me?"

"That doesn't sound likely," she said frankly, "for a draught to do that, it would need to be very concentrated in his body, not yours." Nenneke looked him over again, new eyes examining the way his shoulders had filled out and the thickness of his hair and the scars scrawled across his face, "is there anything beyond what you have shown me?"

"I can cast a sign," he bit his lip, "sometimes."

"May I touch you?" she asked and Jaskier nodded. She patted along his body, the nodes where chaos was prone to collecting, and felt the latent hum she associated with the witcher adepts.

How strange-

"Did you meet Eskel?" she could recall, many years ago, Eskel studying at the temple with all the other Witcher adepts and massaging a lame kitten back to health, "he has more chaos in his hands then the stones of power."

Jaskier's body locking under her hands was answer enough, "we wintered together," he said through his teeth.

"If that is what is changing you," she said carefully, "I think you need to go back to Kaer Morhen to find out- that's beyond the scope of anyone here. They were secretive enough about that before the school fell."

"Was he always like that?" Jaskier gritted out, "was Geralt always like that?"

"I've never seen him take an omega before if that's what you're asking," Nenneke said. She watched Jaskier seem to collect himself, letting out a shuddering breath as he unlocked his jaw and kneaded his palms into his thighs.

"I've met people," he said, mouth full of piss and vinegar, like each word was pulled from his teeth, "who speak of a Geralt I've never met. Kind. Gentle. Funny, even. I can't imagine you being a friend to an arse like Geralt, was he like that once or are they liars?"

"People change," she said carefully, "he's had his shortcomings. But-"

"But?"

"The summer after Blaviken-" she said, "he changed. Blaviken was bad enough- but the summer after was especially cruel to him."

"It's like some kind of poison in his mind-"

Oh. The basilisk.

She hadn't even thought of that.

She needed to think.

She invited the boy, Yulek, Jaskier, Julian- whatever name worked- to stay at the temple while she thought.

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Jaskier ended up staying at the temple for a whole week: earning his keep milling medicinal ingredients through the day. Nenneke introduced him to the novice Sorcha, a former Temerian Blue Stripes, who gave him a dirty tutoring in bomb making, battle dressing, and making medicine.

He leaves Ellander with a haircut, a silver dagger, and the dread that he must eventually, actually, realistically, return to the Kaer.

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A/N- Encouragement and kind words will always make me more excited to write stuff <3 and feel free to dash off a message to me! I haven’t really made any friends in the fandom yet :3c

Thanks for reading, friends!

Rough and tumble ragged drafts on tumblr here: Actual Fic Better Not Wake The Baby

This fic is based on OldandKinky’s Honey-verse and you can also find them here: Honey-verse on Ao3 and OldandKinky on Ao3

and if you like my writing, I’ve also got “Varieties of Exile”

#actual fic better not wake the baby #geraskier #honeyverse #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt/jaskier #geralt x jaskier #witcher au #the witch writes

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novankenn · 1 year ago

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I gotta ask, where do you find your inspiration for your creative writing? I find your style very endearing and easy to read, but doesn't sacrifice complexity. It's rather enjoyable 😁

Thank you. It's really great to hear that someone is getting enjoyment from my works.

My style... I think it just developed from mainly writing and being an avid reader, and I read a lot (novels, smut, and fan-fiction). Then later in life several of my previous jobs required writing funding proposals and reports, where you had to detail things out in a concise, but easily to follow way (in order to get money or keep it).

I do FEEL though the biggest influence on how my writing has developed was me taking the chance and posting works on Fanfiction.net. I took the advice of reviewers, and watched what stories people were reading. I started not being afraid of trying new things, and took the feedback presented even if negative as tips on how to improve, be it through word choice, plot structure, etc. I will point out... I LOVE feed back... even if it is negative and pointing out flaws in my style, technique, theme, characters, plot, etc... all I ask is you be civil.

So I think it's mainly due to just constantly practicing and trying new tactics/themes. (I know clear as mud)

Generally I feel the flow of my prose comes easily due to the way I write. I am absolutely terrible at the whole plotting thing. (I am working on it) and because of that I write quite a lot of my stuff as "stream on conciseness"... I write as I'm imagining the story, and just going with the flow.

My ideas and inspiration is a little more easy to quantify. I have a VERY active imagination, and also considering I am certifiable (I have Bipolar 2)... things just jump into my head, and I run with them. For Example : "Things Best Left... ALONE" came from me looking for an anime to watch and seeing one titles "Bottle Fairies", and I was like that's neat (I have yet to watch it) and then I remembered a short story from a Fantasy Anthology about a boy who catches a fairy. In that story fairies were not cute little Tinkerbells... they were vicious... and long story short the ending has the fairies escaping during the night... and the boy being very afraid due to fairies having "very sharp teeth".

I feel I should also point out... I prefer my fantasy worlds to the real one, and this has been a large part of my whole life, from when I was a child until now.

Plus... I tend to write things I have had experience inor dealing with... at least when it comes to feelings. I have TBH tried to commit suicide several times (which is one of the reasons I put so much in my writing... it helps me through those dark times), so I know what depression FEELS like. I also spent 20 years trying to make a life with a partner that had a severe alcohol addiction.

And that was a long ramble. TLDNR ... I'm a mess, and I'm just lucky to have a talent at stringing words together. LOL, not really.

My advice to ANYONE who wants to write, draw, paint, carve, do pottery... just do it. The more you do, the more your style will develop. So what if someone doesn't like your stuff... if they offer CONSTRUCTIVE feedback on what you can improve on... take it. If there being assholes... ignore them. But you HAVE to be willing if you want to develop as an artist, to fail, and to succeed.

But most of all... do it for yourself. I write stuff I wouldn't mind reading if someone else published it.

I hope somehow I have answered you ask... I have a feeling I kind of went around what you wanted... so feel free to hit me again if I missed the mark or if you want more information.

THANK YOU for taking the time to submit this ask.

#reader ask #reader feedback #questions from my readers #my writing style #i make utterly no sense...

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crazylittlejester · 7 months ago

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I’m hopping on the train that eats and Twi say the most Batshit insane stuff when theyre drunk, and the chain get to hear it!

twi: *drunk walking over to a also drunk wars sprawled out by the fire* homie are you like…good?

wars: Nah bro, I’ve been feeling kind of penis lately tbh

Twi: like in the gay way

wars: no like the sexy depression way yknow?

twi: oh yea dude I totally get it, I feel penis like..all the time

wars: in a gay way?

Twi: kind of but like in a bisexual but gay bisexual way

wars: that’s metal dude I think the gays are a little funky sometimes but I fw them

Twi: wars..literally kill yourself

wars: brooo I tried like 50 times before it never works

Twi: Man that sucks have you ever considered getting therapy? Do u Fw therapy bro?

wars: Nah all the therapist are woman, and Cia fucked up my woman perception so I usually just screamed at them

Twi: bro, misogyny is like, really not a vibe tho tbh.

wars: Ik like I fw feminists and lesbians and stuff but like…all the therapist ladies are girls. So I have to cope by blasting Lana del Ray at night

Twi: bro that’s not healthy tbh, Lana del Ray sucks literal ass pussy

wars: yea ik but like what else am I gonna listen to?

Twi: idk bro do u Fw smash mouth?

wars: yea ig

twi: ok then listen to them or some shit

wars: do they fw woman

Twi: yea I’m pretty sure, I don’t think they’re misogynists Time, are smash mouth misogynists

time: I don’t fucking know son

wars: Ah man I can’t listen to them, they Fw with woman and shit I’m gonna have a panic attack if I listen to one of they’re songs. I guess it’s back to Lana del Ray for now

Twi: Wars you dumb dumb bubble gum ass bitch Lana del ray is like literally a woman

wars: Oh shit bro, guess I gotta kms now ig

Twi: nooo don’t Kys your so sexy aha

Wars: we’re like literally siblings bro that’s like not cool, plus I’ve been objectified by ppl my entire life don’t ruin of my perception of men too

Twi: I’m sry man are we chill

wars: yea we chill

legend: *watching from the other side* what the fuck is wrong with them

wild: I honestly have no idea

wind: I know I should be concerned but this is really fucking funny

Time: I’m gonna kms

anon did you by any chance send me an mini fic prompt on april 15th about wars with an eating disorder that was several paragraphs long and end it with ‘don’t forget to mew’? because the writing style is eerily similar 😭

also the idea that they know modern artists is funnier than it has any right to be

#jes talks #jes ask

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tamedstray · 9 months ago

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𝑴𝒖𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆

NAME? Nori

PRONOUNS? She/ her but not picky tbh

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)? This is my only blog, so just Vigor with occasional Cain-Brain <3

RP PET PEEVES? I always say accessibility for rules and bios, but it is always relevant and the only thing I feel kind of strongly about.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS? I started at about ten years old, but my time roleplaying has been sporadic to say the least. I haven't been on the rpc long term since 2018. That being said, I've been writing Vigor since January 2016 x

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT? Angst, shortly followed by fluff. Gotta make it hurt to really make the cute shit count. As for smut, I write it when the mood strikes, and because I find those intimate moments very revealing about a muse and their partner's dynamic. However, I only find the foreplay particularly fun and need to just fade-to-black more. Writing smut is a fun challenge, but not my favourite by far.

PLOTS OR MEMES Memes as icebreakers to discover chemistry and dynamic, or inspired by plotting. Having a plot makes writing so much easier. While I try to balance out my focus between plotted and non-plotted, I will often write the plotted stuff first to get through drafts faster, helping me focus even when muse runs low !!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES? I like to write at least a paragraph. I like the idea of banter, but need to add actions and reactions, otherwise it feels off. Overall, reply length just depends on the thread!

TIME TO WRITE? I'm a shift worker who works Tuesday-Saturday. I'm most active on Mondays or during the week when I have a night shift. My activity fluctuates depending on my muse, but also because I have two very needy cats, and a partner who I love dearly ♡ Also, I am not writing at work, unlike some of you lucky bastards 😭

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) Cain? Absolutely not, apart from a little detail in his backstory. Vigor and I are both big believers in hope and there being a lot of goodness in the world, even if Vigor doesn't believe that goodness resides in him. We have very different upbringings, but I like to draw on what experience I have to add little details (hypervigilance, anxiety, etc.) Also, we're both lefties <3

Tagged by @notyetfixed & @musezieren (thank you guys ♡♡) Tagging @lunespariah @powerfought @tadbitfooled @forbiddenacademia & @stormsmerchant and anyone else who feels like it !!

#ooc.#q.

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64yrsold · 2 years ago

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this is kinda random. and you don't have to answer this, of course. but i just gotta say, i really love your writing. it's so so good. and i know it's "just fanfiction," but, genuinely, you are very talented. and your writing feels so...real.

this is weirdly personal, but i promise it's relevant to what I'm saying, lol. but i was in a relationship for a long time. and seriously, a lot of the fics you write felt like something i would've gone through. the main, unnamed character reminds me a lot of myself sometimes.

i went through a tough, awful breakup at the beginning of may. and i discovered your account towards the beginning of the year, so there was some overlap. and i reread some of your stuff the other night, and it just took me back to when i first read them. it's a little sad reading them now, haha. but i honestly just saw myself in your writing. your depiction of being in love is so sincere and so honest and, like i said, so real.

and while i do have the hots for matty healy, your writing transcends that tbh.

again, this might all be a little silly or strange to say, but, as a fellow writer, i feel like i should give compliments where they're due. the best kind of writing is the stuff that makes you FEEL things, and yours does that.

love your stuff. keep writing; you've got a knack for it

-a fellow 1975 stan ♡♡

1. i’m gonna cry 2. oh my god 3. i’m gonna cry

thanks so much for writing all of this out for me :,,) it means so much that you see yourself in my works. that it feels real!! also, i’m really sorry about your breakup. heartache is really just unbearable until it isn’t anymore. i hope you’re healing and doing better now 💖

but really i just love writing about love. i’ve been in love so many times, and it’s comforting to know that we’ve felt love like this in the same way :-)

thank you for your really sweet and genuine message, and i hope to keep writing forever and ever and ever. 💖

#ask64 #<3

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taegularities · 2 years ago

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Hi Rid. Dreamgirl here. First things first, love your writing like yes pls bb take me THRU all the emotions.

I haven’t had an entertaining dream to share with you in a while but I feel like I shouldn’t just come to you with dreams and tell you that I enjoy your writing too, obviously because you know… I do! You know you’re my fave right… you really are😚

I also haven’t been able to pop by because ya girl is FINALLY in her final year of her law degree

what, like it’s hard?💅🏻 (it is in fact very very hard)

And its a little ruff and tuff out here.

Also dealing with a bunch of emotions and (⚠️TW) mental health difficulties like anxiety and other personal difficulties which I guess, made me take a break from my hobbies and social media too.

I’ll be back soon to tell you about other dreams and little stories in life (if you’re interested in that, heck if you’re not I’ll just come back to tell you how much I enjoy your writing and tell you which fics I’ve been rereading)

Once again, thank you for being one of the kindest people on this app who gives others a platform and responds in the kindest ways possible. Also you’re very pretty and I think I saw a tattoo reveal the other day??? Okay pop off Lil Jeon😙 ngl tattoos scare me because I am scared of needles but I also wouldn’t be able to get them because of my beliefs.

I DO BELIEVE THEYRE SUPER COOL THOUGH AND I WOULD GET THE “Love Yourself: Answer” album art heart tattooed like on my shoulder or something if I could tbh

Okay so this was just me saying hi and like a bit of a pop in before I go to bed tonight. Thank you for reading, I hope you’re doing well and you’re happy and living healthily 💭

dreeeeamgirl, ahh it's been quite some time !! 🥺 you're right, it's absolutely okay to come in whenever, dream or not. i love hearing from you !! and always so so so flattered to be your fav, ily :(((

wait, your last damn year?! HOLY CRAP, wait, i gotta go read a few books on law and politics now to be worthy of you or else i might embarrass myself kjsafhkjsaf no but truly that's so cool, and i'm so proud of you 😭 literally you

i'm so sorry about your mental health, though. please remember to take care of yourself and to hydrate, take walks and catch some fresh air... i'm manifesting a lot better days for you, my love 🤍

ahhh babe, you've been rereading my stuff? :( i'd love to hear about that, or anything tbh... of course i'm interested in all of it. and thank you 🥺 not just for saying all that but for being so gd kind to me, too. honestly, i just give the energy back that i receive, so that says a lot about you, too 🤍

and yes, we got the tattoo !! lil jeon made me laugh lmao girl 😭 gosh yeah, i remember when needles used to scare me, but i've had my blood taken so much in the past that that fear subsided :') ngl, even i thought of getting the LY album line art tattooed. it's genuinely beautiful 🥺

thank you for popping in, babe, i truly loved hearing from you and am sending all my love and energy to you. have a good night and sleep well, and talk to you hopefully soon again 💕

#long ask #tw anxiety #notes for rid 🌹#dreamgirl anon 💭

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vacantgodling · 2 years ago

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I'm gonna lie in your inbox like a French girl and you can tell me all about your wips

*hastily sets up easel*

been thinking about a lot of my wips that i have shelved today and like what i wanna do with them tbh. main culprits being celestial weddings, sixteen candles, NAD, and that revamp of dream warriors i was talking about a bit ago

some basic summaries for the uninitiated:

CELESTIAL WEDDINGS is kind of what it sounds like: it’s a nb centric polyamorous love story BAYBEE. meet our mc dagmar (he/she/they) who is from the 8th sphere of the celestial world (haven’t named it but it be aight) dattenmaow and who was chosen as a child to be a potential candidate to become the new celestial ruler! there’s a lot of stuff i don’t feel like explaining out rn but the biggest plot point is that dag (along with other hopefuls) has to go to each one of the celestial spheres and marry one of the nobility that are there. if he marries the “correct ones” via destiny or some bs, then he can become the celestial ruler tm. it’s a whole story exploring falling in love in different ways, making up fantasy wedding traditions and the whole cast is nb and uses a variety of pronouns. i’m obsessed with dag and all his partners they are all extremely queer and cute and i’m Emotional about them.

SIXTEEN CANDLES was a story i was writing long before i joined writeblr but it’s a group chat text speak style story of a group of 5 friends and their shenanigans. i wanna revamp and redo their identities but it was a lot of fun and it gives me the illusion of friendship :’)

NAD is a story from 3 perspectives: N for nyseah nicoletti—a 34 year old transfem nurse who, after a one night stand awakens with psychic powers and it’s No Bueno and she ends up adopting so many kiddos fjfjfjrz A for alona (who i’ve never come up with a last name for lol) who’s a college student and starts working at one of the biggest companies in the city and after one night shift can’t help but be curious about a trail of blood she saw from one of the rooms she’s not supposed to go in. and D is for donte macbride, a grizzled PI who is offered a deal he can’t refuse by the biggest pop star in the city to look into the mysterious death of said star’s up and coming friend roxanne davis. all 3 of these stories intersect and it’s A Lot :)

finally DREAM WARRIORS i still gotta work out the kinks but tldr 4 kids have been traveling to a fantasy world when they fall asleep every night since they’re like 5 cuz they’re the chosen ones in that world. they’ve never met each other irl and are training to face the great evil that’s supposed to show up any day now. but they continue to live relatively normal lives in the real world. until yknow. they all end up going to the same college and finally meeting each other for the first time in the normal world and then shit starts hitting the fan :0

#ren rambles #talking

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garnetcoloredsky · 2 years ago

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Fic Writer Questions

This was a tag meme but I was tagged on an account that uhhhhh I don’t openly share this fic to 😅 but I’m doing it anyway.

1. How many do you have on Ao3?

14!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

109,768

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On my current account: sources tagged on ao3 lists 7, but it’s actually 4 because MDZS/The Untamed/Fatal Journey are all the same fandom, and so is Tron :Legacy and Tron: Evolution. I also have SCP fic and an old Wizard101 fic.

Back when ff.net was a thing, I also wrote Alice in Wonderland, The Hunger Games, and Pirates of the Caribbean. (There’s also an orphaned DBH fic floating around on ao3 somewhere…)

4. What are your top 5 by kudos?

all that’s left is the choosing

babyface boy

the blood that binds

with heart shaped bruises and late night kisses

Metanoia

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to, but several factors go into it. I gotta have something to say back (so while “holy shit” is an excellent comment and I’m grateful for it, I have no idea how to respond to it.) Also, it helps if I know you. I’m shy. :3 but I try to answer all the long ones.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hmmmmmm…Equilibrium made me the saddest, love me mercilessly is the most tortured.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Nope. I hate them. (But I enjoy a good AU that steals the aesthetic of another source.)

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really. Everyone’s been very nice to me and even unpleasant comments were either rude demands for more or constructive criticism that was unwanted 😅 but I guess they had good intentions.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do. Mostly incest-y things and usually M/M.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nah. My motivation is sparse, so I’d be a terrible writing partner. I’m also a control freak about my writing so sharing would be hard. (A best friend and I have contemplated an original story, though. If I was going to try co-writing, it would be with him.)

13. What is your all time favourite ship?

Gotta say the Nies. They single-handedly restored my writing motivation after three years of absolutely nothing—my laptop was destroyed in a freak Smart Water accident and all my writing since I was like 12 was destroyed, including my novel, and I was so depressed—and they were the reason for the first fic I wrote since ff.net died when I was a kid. I’ve also seen so much growth in my writing in the last two years alone, just because of the Nie fic & fandom. ^_^

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Ah, probably the Underworld AU I had planned. It would be another long fic, probably, and while it’s very fun in my head, I have trouble writing any of it down.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. I write a mean argument between people who are in love and pissed about it <3 and I like my writer’s voice. I enjoy getting to get inside a character’s head and make sassy remarks.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Smut tbh. I’m not the worst at it anymore, but it doesn’t flow. I always feel like I’m rushing it. There’s more than one WIP in my folder that’s only prevented from publishing because I wrote all the set-up, but got stuck on the porn.

Also, pacing just in general. Boring stuff drags on, the smut rushes by, somehow the fic is never long enough, idk. It’s a constant battle.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I just translate to English. Writing in another language even for single lines of dialogue is tricky because I want it to be perfect and nuanced, so I don’t bother. I’ll leave single words in their (anglicized) original language, though. (eg. zhongyi, cun, xiongzhang, etc.) We all know what those are.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Alice in Wonderland, I think. I was all cute in 2010, with my terrible little sequels.

19. What’s your favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Mmmmmmm…that’s hard. I’m very proud of heart shaped bruises and late night kisses because it’s my first longfic, I had the most fun doing all that’s left is the choosing…maybe Metanoia? I like rereading that one the most. Ironically, it’s not a Nie one. It has a very unique energy and got a nice response, and I liked being in SongXueXiao’s heads for a bit. It also felt like the most natural of my movie AUs and it’s a movie I really like, so that helps. They’re so fucked up ;3

Tagging my writing friends. I am still too shy to do it directly lol

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korebringerofded · 2 years ago

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Missing Persons-A Prohero!Deku X F!Reader

AUTHORS NOTES-Okay so this might be messy. Saddle up. Might make this into a full length thing. Please interact if you guys enjoy the interaction really encourages me to keep writing! Also my requests are open so please send me what you would like! I write for a bit of everything! Okay now for the stuff.

Summary- Izuku Midoriya is a pro hero now in his prime and living the life he only ever dreamed of when he was a child. Despite the joy he formed with you a storm of cruel proportions and horror will begin to swallow him whole. A new villain with a horrifying quirk is looking to catch the attention of Izuku Midoriya. How will the pro hero respond when everything and everyone he loves is torn apart? Not well tbh.

Warnings-Eventual gore, serial killer mentions, angry Deku being an absolute babe, a possible series?? Angst, talks of dead people

This is teaser to see if anyone likes the concept!

NSFW MY PAGE IS NOT FOR KIDS STAY AWAY

Having his own agency was much more work than Izuku Midoriya ever could have realized, late sleepless nights at his desk were becoming a regular event. He groaned softly as he pulled his face off of the cluttered surface of his desk, taking a moment to wipe the drool off of his chin. He glanced at the clock and leaned his head back, it was almost midnight.

He had been completely distracted dealing with a long string of murders tied to a new upandcoming villian. He has an absolutely horrible quirk, one that Midoriya’s agency still couldn’t quite understand other than the fact that the victims of this villain would be left in strange distorted positions as well as a horrifying and twisted look on their faces. The scenes were less than messy and rancid. So for now most of the pro-hero’s time was taken up by staring at the victims' files, their faces. He would avenge each and everyone of them. He couldn’t rest until he did.

Despite these troubling thoughts while Midoriya sat at his desk his eyes fell on the small picture at his desk, at your smiling face being illuminated by the sun. He really couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming guilt. He had promised you countless times he would be home at a reasonable time and he had once again not been able to do as he promised. He knew it worried you, but what would sting the most was how understanding and kind you were. You knew his work was hard, and as his wife you loved him regardless. You only ever welcomed him home with a smile and a kiss. Being with you was a dream for him.

Midoriya was pulled from his thoughts with a jolt as he heard his phone vibrate softly on the table. As he glanced at it he felt his heart fall to his stomach.

Another attack.

Here is the location.

Followed by a link that connects Deku to his gps. It was close to the apartment he shared with you. Icy cold fear rushed over his entire body. After clicking through his phone to your contact page he hit the call button as he pulled his hero outfit on, holding the phone between his cheek and shoulder.

“Pick up, baby, please…” His voice was pleading and desperate, tears forming in his eyes as the phone rang once, then twice, then a third time. Each ring passed in agonizing succession as the fourth rang played out followed by your tired voice.

“Hmm? Is everything okay?” You yawned into the phone. You had been asleep, you were completely safe. Midoriya could have broken out in sobs as your voice played methodically through the speaker of his phone.

“I just needed to hear your voice, princess. That's all.” He smiled, sniffling softly. “I gotta go, I’m sorry. I will be home soon.”

There was silence for just a moment

“Be safe, my hero.” Your voice cut through and Midoriya breathed a sigh of relief before hanging up.

He had a job to do. Then he had someone to get back to.

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Entering the scene was difficult, easier knowing it wasn’t your body, but still difficult knowing how the other victims had looked when he found them. Upon entering the dusty abandoned building his anxiety continued to grow by the second as his boots sank into a thick crimson liquid on the floor, he kneeled down for a moment and stuck a gloved finger into the foregin liquid. It wasn’t blood but instead a thick clumpy paint, coating the floor leading into the other room of the tall warehouse. Following the trail of blood into the other room Deku channeled flickering electricity over his entire body, he was supposedly the first on the scene and it was possible the assailant was still somewhere nearby, he had to be ready.

The only thing in that room was an odd shaped lump, slumped against the wall, and covered in the same thick paint as in the other rooms. Deku was sure it was a body but as he approached it was a bag stuffed with what he could only assume was rotten meat. It had been stuffed into a large duffle bag and was brown and gray. The room was filled with a putrid stench that made his eyes water, as weird as the scene was it wasn’t necessarily anything dangerous so Deku settled for calling it in to get a proper analysis on that meat, as long as it wasn’t human there wasn’t really a crime here. Probably just some kids pulling a weird ass prank.

It was only as he turned, putting his cell back in his pocket and staring at the far-left wall. He hadn’t noticed it before, but written in thick messy letters was a message, the paint was still dripping down the wall in slow meticulous movements. His breath caught in his throat. He knew the message was for him, he just knew it.

Come and find us, hero

He was drowning in his panic as he rushed out of the building, his hands trembling softly as he called your number, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as it rang once, then twice, and then a fourth and final time before your bright voice playing your voicemail was all he heard. He hung up his phone and channeled all of his abilities in his legs, cracking the cement beneath his feet as he launched forward.

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He couldn’t bother with the door, his panic had him blind and trembling. Deku ducked his head to climb through the window of the apartment the two of you shared, you had a habit of leaving it open for him.

The apartment was in shambles, furniture tilted over and the front door busted open, dangling off of its hinges. Izuku Midoriya was not one to lose his temper often but upon seeing a large thick message written on the wall he felt all at once his anger burning him up from the inside as he read those words written in a shiny crimson fluid. Not the clumpy paint he knew but what he could only believe to be blood. Your blood.

Three days.

After reading that his body grew hot, a sharp electric cloud circled around Deku, his hair flickering and shifting as tears streamed down his face. He would find you and destroy whoever thought they could take you from him.

PART 1 END

Please please let me know what you guys think, if you want another character please please send me a request! I am really trying to expand this page and would love to get some more interaction.

#my hero academia #deku midoriya #izuku mydoria #mha midoriya #mha x reader #deku x reader #mha deku x reader #my hero acedamia #my hero x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha x you #bnha x yn #bnha deku x you #x reader #fanfic #my hero fanfic #angst #my hero angst #deku angst

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