#the lucky duce

[her-soliloquies]

What, a handshake? Fuck you, just hug already!

- Me watching mota part nine waiting with bated breath for the bucks to hug

[jb-bang]

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[queeniethevampire]

“Ya know what time sucked? World war 2. At the start of it I was in England, went to South America, then back to England. Then a year later I found out about Il Duce fucking with Idra.” She sighed. “Napeolon had taught me that as strong as I am, an army can be in more places at once. So. I rather than start a conflict with a force superior to Napoleon’s I decided to intimidate the lead baldy directly.” She chuckled.

“I started with a few modestly high ranking party members in the area. Err’d on the side of less competent ones at first. It was a mistake in retrospect, but I’m glad I learned early. Reprisals were slow, partly cause I disguised the killings as accidents or disappearances, and partly cause I took no credit. Though a few months in a resistance cell formed and took its credit. Once the reprisals began, my work upped tenfold. After seeing the first reprisal I found anyone with an ability to not be paralyzed upon recieving bad news and established a hierarchy. After a quarter of them were gone that’s when I made a letter to the Duce. He was to leave Idra be. The nation would pay its taxes and allow convoys through, but soldiers were not to live there and the military would not recruit there. Of course whether the note didn’t make it, or he didn’t believe that the hidden queen of Idra existed, he didn’t work.”

She produced a bomb from her body. “So. I became a resistance organization. I went to mines and acquired fuses and explosives and made things blow up. Made brown shirts die. Three months later my second note came after I attacked one lesser official in public and removed his tattoo’d ear. You can imagine what was in the second letter. It took a few months, but rapidly the brown shirts withdrew to the borders of Idra. They used Anfo as a day trip for time off. But if they spent more than a few days things got unfortunate for them.”

“Hitler and the Nazi’s were more competent. More distant, and more preoccupied. Lucky for me they pretty much ignored Idra save for getting directions to Beretta when lost and stopping over night in the winter. But needless to say, they stopped only because their winter convoys experience much higher losses than normal. And Idra may have housed refugees and resistance members for the rest of the war. Was an indirect boon as parts of both groups settled in after the war.”

[stackthedeck]

Hello I’m so sorry but I truly have no one else to turn to. Please, do you know anything of Duce the Devil Dog? I love it when superheroes have pets but no one knows about him😭. I love him so much and I hope they add him somewhere, anywhere into the MCU or smth lol. I was just so sad when Max was in season two of DD for like 2 episodes then disappeared, and I herd they were gonna have Alpine in the Falcon and Winter Solider show but they didn’t. Besides Lucky he’s all I have and I NEED him to come somehow lol. Anyway thank you for reading this! Farewell ❤️

Hold on wait is this the fucking guide dog that foggy gets Matt but he’s like I don’t want it so foggy bets him in a game of poker to fucking Deadpool??? Dude I think about this dog all the time I love him!! If they add him to the mcu that’d be buck wild because he’s literally only in like a dozen issues but like here’s my pitch he shows up for like one episode of DD s4 and Matt is like “foggy I’m a cat person please don’t do this to me” then there’s an end credits scene of foggy absolutely wasted at Josie’s playing poker crying because he lost the dog, camera pan to Deadpool. And that’s how they introduce Deadpool to the mainline mcu

Okay but like I do love super pets!! There’s a few fics where Matt has a guide dog and they’re so sweet (shout out to a day that ends in y) but like I’m of the opinion that he’s a cat person (shout to and by god he was good the fic where Matt and foggy have a hairless cat) but like could you imagine Matt and Bucky bonding over cats!! God I feel robbed that alpine was taken from us! Oh my god what about Clint and foggy bonding over dogs

[new-acc-on-bio]

" #1 FAN! "

▪︎ HQ BOYS x F!READER (headcanon)

▪︎ genre : fluff & comedy & corny

▪︎ summary : you were one with the crowd sitting on the bleachers, every time they score you cheer. And as for the last point to win, you stood up and shouted something and shocked a lot of people!

▪︎a/n : it's currently 9:25 pm right now, this will be a last post for today! I'll post again tomorrow! I still have to do the laundry for tomorrow but I enjoy writting so I'll just yet laundry! jk!

▪︎pairing :

Ushijima Wakatoshi x F! Reader

Bokuto Koutaro x F! Reader

Sawamura Daichi x F! Reader

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

watching from the bleachers really gives you a good view to how the play is going on

Shiratoizawa's opponents were indeed strong, but Shiratorizawa is way stronger than them.

1 set was won by Shiratorizawa and right now 2nd set is currently on going 23 - 22, Shiratorizawa on the lead!

Only two more points you mutter

just two more...!

watching them really is bad for your heart, because they ARE too intense to watch! the pressure of each players were emiting althroughout the stadium.

24 - 23, Tendou blocked the opponents wing spiker which gained a point for Shiratorizawa!

JUST ONE MORE!

feeling thr adrenaline flowing through your body...

Shirabu set's the ball towards...

"USHIJIMA-SAN!"

with such force, he jumped and raised his left hand and spiked the ball as hard as he can to the opposing team's court!

releasing all the pent up adrenaline, you abruptly stood up from your seat, placed both of your hands side by side to your mouth and shouted...

"NICE KILL! USHIJIMA-SAN!" with how load your voice was everyone on the bleachers looked towards you and also the whole Team of Shiratorizawa.

you instantly felt embarrassed and apologized for disturbing the others who are seating next to you.

"Who was that, girl? Know her, Wakatoshi-kun?" Tendou asked as nudge Ushijima.

"Judging from how she shouted, might as well call her my No. 1 fan. I guess."

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

you were a huge fan Bokuto, since your Brother Akaashi Keiji tells you about how good Bokuto is with hitting cross hits!

but in this match Bokuto wasn't really feeling it. he looked down.

your brother and his team sighed at the situation that Bokuto is in and continued playing

despite Bokuto being out of commission, the others were playing it really good!

with or without Bokuto they are strong and the opposing team didn't see that one coming!

Fukurodani won the first set while the second was won by the other, they are now in the third set ; 24-24 they need to break the duce to win.

you were frustrated that Bokuto wasn't playing well, so you thought about an idea to lift his spirits up.

you stood up and start inhaling slowly thru your nose and letting it all out to your mouth. After that...

one last inhale, you yelled from the top of your lungs!

"BOKUTO-SAN! YOU CAN DO IT! I BELIEVE IN YOU!"

hearing this, Bokuto laid his eyes on you. A girl who cheered for him...a girl...a...GIRL!

he did his iconic line and called for a toss from Keiji, spiked it with all his got. And also did it for the second time!

score sets to ; 26 - 24 Fukurodani wins!

"Akaashi! did you see that!? a girl! just shouted and cheered for me! aren't I lucky?!"

"That was my little sister, Bokuto-san."

"LITTLE S-SISTER?!"

"And she is a big fan of yours, you can even say that she's your No. 1 fan."

SAWAMURA DAICHI

you were a fan of the Volleyball Captain in Karasuno, he really fits the role of a captain which motivated you to be a good captain of the Girl's Baseball Team in Karasuno!

you were invited by your friend to watch and support the boy's volleyball team.

looking at the court and players you spot Sawamura with a No.1 t-shirt. he looked calm keeping his team together

you liked that about him, admire?

knowing that they practiced everyday just to for them to win in this stadium lit fire inside you

the captains were called for a coin tossing to know who would go first in serving the ball.

the opposing team got to serve the ball first.

Nishinoya's agility and flexibility, hit the ball going towards Kageyama.

all of them got to position, this "synchronized attack" and made Sawamura hit the ball hard landing on the opponents court!

it was just the first point but it riles you up!

"NICE KILL! SAWAMURA!" you yelled and showed a huge grin.

he didn't have to ask who you are because that bright energy you're emitting was enough to know you.

"Was that?..." Asahi trails off and waits for Sawamura's reponse.

"She's been looking out for me since the first year! I consider her as my No. 1 fan! Well, I aslo am a huge fan of hers. But she doesn't know that!"

▪︎ a/n : tired, sleepy good night~ i'll continue more for tomorrow! time check ; 10:15 pm

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[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Young Love and an Episode of Friends (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

Summary: Bakugou’s always called you useless, especially because of your inconvenient quirk and love for ‘stupid TV shows’, but you’re determined to prove him wrong.

Hehe what kind of fangirl am I? Posting this just a day before Kacchan’s birthday...? Ah but I’m cruel lol... cuz there gonna be some ANGST in here guys... ENJOY~! And enjoy the American Horror Story Allusions!

BTW SORRY FOR ANY OOC-NESS!!

Featuring: Lord Explosion Murder!!

Your Quirk: Descensum

You can astral project and travel deep into spiritual planes and cross into the afterlife, but not returning to your physical body in 15 minutes will result in death. 

You sighed as you retreated back into the comfort of your neighborhood, shaking your head at another failed attempt to talk to him. Bakugou was so difficult sometimes, even though you loved him. You knew you did, most people said it was only a ‘crush’, but you knew that you loved that jerk with all your heart. No matter how many times he hurt your feelings.

But while your heart longed for him, your brain was also telling you (like many of your other friends) that you deserved better than how he was treating you.

“You know if you need anyone… a listening ear or anything at all Katsuki, I’m here. I’m always here…” You had said to him, but all he did was scowl at you, almost looking insulted that you had offered him such a thing.

“Tch, shut up… I don’t need your help, or anyone else’s. Besides, why the hell are you offering help? You can’t do shit… not with your useless quirk, or in general.” His words were scathing and cutting you slowly, but you endured them for the sake of your friendship. Especially after everything that had happened to his class from the Summer Camp incident, the kidnapping, the Culture Festival and everything else that was currently going on.

Sure you were just a student from the General Studies due to your passive quirk, but it didn’t mean you didn’t want to help. Your friend Shinsou was able to rise above the ranks after all and his quirk was passive like yours. You wanted to help out in any way too, even if you were still in the General Studies.

“I might not have the most practical quirk, but that’s not important… I mean it, I’m not just saying stuff, look I know it hasn’t been an easy time for you and your class and I want to try and-“ He quickly cut you off before you could keep talking.

“You want to try and what? To feel important?” Bakugou scoffed at you as you almost timidly looked away from the ferocity in his eyes. “No that’s not…”

“Don’t bullshit me. It’s always been that… all you’ve done is follow me and that damn nerd your entire life because of how weak you are.” He said, not seeming to care that you were visibly hurting from every word he was saying.

“Your quirk is useless in battle. And you can’t even use it without a time limit holding you back… when’s the last time you’ve heard of a hero who saved people with astral projection? You’re better off quirkless.”

It surprised you to hear him say that, since you swore he almost sounded concerned as his hardened features softened ever so slightly, at least until he just glared at you again. “So don’t go offering something you can’t give.” Bakugou said one last time before he turned his back to you and left you alone outside the Heights Alliance.

Which is what led you to where you were at now, on your way back home where you would wallow in your room for the rest of the day. Maybe you would get lucky another time.

…

On the weekends you made sure to try and hang out with Izuku and Bakugou as much as possible, even though they were often busy with their schoolwork since they had much different work than you did. However, you still made sure to at least say ‘hi’ or even offer to hang out with them.

Today you got lucky thanks to the sweet Kirishima and Mina inviting you on their trip to the mall that they had to drag Bakugou to. Which amused you as you snickered at how Sero and Kaminari literally pulled him along.

You did try to talk to him again though, just to try and ease his bad mood. “Hee~… since you’re finally having a break from all your work, do you wanna come over to my house and watch  an episode of Friends?” You offered with a smile, but Bakugou wasn’t even giving you a smirk.

“No.” His reply was quick. “That show is overrated. I don’t get it.” He added, which kind of disappointed you since he knew you liked that show, but you knew he just wasn’t big on it. Though, you remembered when he would watch it with you during your middle school years.

You really missed those days. Bakugou wasn’t exactly sweet back then either, but lately he’s just been all stick and no sugar. At least some days he would humor and reluctantly watch a ‘stupid show’ with you just so you would stop bothering him.

But you didn’t want to fight so you shrugged your shoulders, “Well it ain’t for everyone.” You said passively, wanting to just avoid any kind of confrontation, “Do you maybe want to go stop someplace for ice cream maybe?”

“No.” Another quick reply, and you could tell he was getting annoyed with your offers. Instead of getting upset though, you just pouted.

Bakugou didn’t miss your disappointment though, he was aware that his answers were putting you down. It’s not that he didn’t care about your feelings, but he couldn’t waste his time just fooling around when he had his training to focus on. Admittedly, he did kind of miss just hanging out with you a little bit, but you would never know that because he wasn’t going to drop his priorities for you. He didn’t like to acknowledge his weaknesses, even though he was coming to terms that he still had a lot of work to do.

And after much denial, he eventually told himself that you were one of those weaknesses, and he hated it. He hated you for it too; he hated that he actually gave a shit about you and at times did worry about you. You would never know though, he would never let you know.

Which is why he was so annoyed with your constant offers to hang out, and how ignorant you were to how he felt. Why were you so attached to him?

He growled lightly when he saw you trying to come up with something else. You were so oblivious it was pissing him off.

“Ooh, well hey how about maybe next week we go and see the new Avengers? We can even cut in front of everyone and be the first ones in.” You suggested with a big grin, because you had been going on and on to your friends about how excited you were for that movie. Especially Izuku and Shinsou, your two closest friends besides Bakugou.

Now you were positive that Bakugou would accept this offer, but all he did was give you that same glare. “Like I’ve been saying only a hundred fucking times, No! Instead of focusing on fake heroes in those damn TV shows and movies, maybe you should focus on your own work, stupid.”

Okay, that hurt.

“Okay… jeez… you know you don’t always have to be such an asshole.” You crossed your arms and pouted, but Bakugou didn’t yield. “Whatever.” He muttered, feeling like arguing with you would be a waste of time he walked ahead of you to leave you again.

You watched him walk away, your pout turning more into a frown as you sighed heavily and started walking into another direction.

“I just wanna go home in bed, eat cookie dough ice cream and watch Friends for the rest of my life…” You muttered to yourself as you peered inside a furniture store that had everything from mattresses, wide flat-screen TV’s and sofas. The perfect environment to wallow in misery.

Who the hell did Katsuki think he was? You wondered as you walked into the store and sat down on one of the mattresses. It was nice and soft, and you wondered in amusement if Shinsou’s mentor Mr. Aizawa would like this bed.

To get a better feel of the material, you lied down and rather enjoyed the billowy cushion. It helped that your quirk required to lie down so you could let your soul project from your body freely. Your quirk wasn’t useless, it was cool. In fact, you felt like Eleven from Stranger Things.

As you closed your eyes, you decided to experiment with your quirk that required you to chant the magic words.

“Spiritu duce, in me est. Deduce me in tenebris vita ad extremum, ut salutaret inferi… Descensum!”

You felt yourself almost sink rather quickly as your soul left your body and transported you to the other plane. As you opened your eyes, you saw your body lying on the bed, without a soul as you turned to see other people just walking about in the mall.

Giggling a bit, you momentarily walked around the small store and when someone walked right past you, they cringed and shuddered. Clearly, they could feel your presence but just couldn’t explain it as you tried not to laugh.

Feeling adventurous you opened your arms out and jumped up to float about among the spiritual plane, looking around the mall in awe as it looked much smaller in mid-air. And as you floated around, you saw Kaminari with Sero, and Mina with Jiro! And you tried not to snicker when you saw Bakugou yelling at a sheepish looking Kirishima.

You wondered what they were all talking about…

However, you couldn’t have too much fun because spiritual planes were all fun and games until you got yourself stuck in another part of the netherworlds and couldn’t find your way back without some otherworldly forces interfering and keeping you from going back to your body.

So you flew back to the store, but before you could return to your body you noticed that you weren’t alone when you noticed a pair of yellow eyes staring right at you.

It was a man, or at least it appeared to be a man. He was tall and strange-looking with a white face smeared in black and white skeletal make-up along with a black suit and tie and a rather nice top black hat. The man smiled at you, almost politely as you blinked slowly. It became clear to you that he must have had a similar quirk of sorts, but this was kind of making you uncomfortable, so you quickly made your way back into your body.

You took a deep breath as you opened your eyes. One thing about your quirk is that every time you came back, it felt like coming alive just shortly after dying since your body was empty without your soul to occupy it. Which was somewhat dangerous since anything and anybody could do things with your body as long as your soul wasn’t in it.

But the scariest part was that you would supposedly die if you didn’t return to your body in 15 minutes according to your mother, whose mother had the same quirk and had died from herself. You wondered if that’s why Bakugou was such an ass to you when it came to your quirk. Maybe he worried about you. Since your mother had explained to you that your quirk, called ‘Descensum’, was a hereditary one that supposedly came a bloodline of witches from Salem.

Thankfully you had gotten pretty good with coming back to your body at a record of 5 minutes each time you descended. But after seeing that person you just wanted to go back to the Bakusquad and then go home to watch Friends and eat ice cream like you had planned.

However, as soon as you exited the store the same man you saw startled you by appearing right beside you.

“Your quirk is quite fascinating young one.” The man said in the smoothest tone you had ever heard from anyone. For some reason he reminded you of that villain you heard of from Shigaraki’s gang of goons. Mr. Compress you think was the name.

But it kind of alarmed you that this person knew and witnessed your quirk at work (Hey that rhymed). And you couldn’t be so trusting since Izuku had an ordeal of his own with Shigaraki here at this mall. Who’s to say that this person wasn’t a villain in disguise?

“Thank you. Not many people seem to think so… honestly sometimes I don’t think so either.” You shyly mumbled, smiling just a little bit for the sake of being polite despite your discomfort, and this stranger seemed to know it.

“You are welcome. Do not let their words convince you that your quirk has no use.”

“I try… but… you’d be amazed at how some words can hurt…”

“Especially when those words are from the young spitfire Katsuki Bakugou. Correct?” You gasped and widened your eyes a bit. How did he know about Bakugou?

“H-How did you know…?”

“I know many a great deal about the people I set my eyes upon. It comes with my own little gift.” He smiled almost sweetly, keeping his luminous amber eyes on you the whole time and unsettling your very skin. Was he looking into your soul? Was that his quirk?

You didn’t want to be rude, but you couldn’t help but ask. “Um… who are you exactly?” You asked as politely as possible, and he gave a rather jaunty chuckle.

“I like to call myself ‘Shinigami’.” He answered, and that made you wonder if he had some kind of death-related quirk given his appearance and namesake. Although you didn’t want to be quick to judge since some of the other kids in Class 1-A were quite strange in appearance such as that raven boy Tokoyami, or the multi-armed boy Shoji, but you heard from Izuku that they were some of the nicest guys in the class.

And this man was treating you kindly enough, but the secrecy in his gentlemanly smile and demeanor didn’t make you feel at ease at all.

“There was fear you know? For all his bravado there was fear during the time when he was kidnapped. Thoughts going through his head… wondering… would he ever see his classmates again? His friends? His parents? Would he ever see you again?” Shinigami began saying these things that didn’t make sense, at least until you pieced them together and your eyes widened ever so slightly as your mouth dropped a little bit. Did he mean that Bakugou was actually afraid when he was kidnapped by the League of Villains. You always assumed that he was, but he never admitted it or really even talked about it with you. And it shocked you when this person said that Bakugou actually thought about you during that time in his life…

Did he really think about you in that traumatic moment?

However, instead of dwelling on that too much, you were becoming extremely creeped out by just how much this person knew about your friend, and possibly your other friends if what he said about his quirk implied anything. “I-I don’t think…”

“It was one of the most terrible times in his life. Behind that machismo lies a little boy who was frightened by the big scary men and women who were able to take him away and render him powerless just for a moment… and to have his childhood idol risk everything for him after?” Shinigami’s smile turned ominous, even if it wasn’t you he was talking about. It didn’t mean you weren’t freaked out, but you were glad Bakugou wasn’t here. You didn’t want to imagine how he would have reacted if he heard this stranger delving far too much into his personal life and picking at old wounds.

“Truly… it impacted him greatly… it is something the boy can never truly forget… but he will never let you know it… his care for you is genuine… but he is much more interested in pushing you away…” He finally stopped his creepy talk, but as soon as it became more about you, it made you gasp a bit.

But the worst part is it all made perfect sense. Bakugou never confided in you about anything, even though you tried to tell him that you were always there for him, but all he did was push you away.

Just thinking about it brought tears to your eyes, even though you wondered why did you let him treat you like that? Why did you stay even though he was mean to you? Why were you so attached to him?

“You love him.” Shinigami seemed to read your emotions and answered all the questions you were asking yourself. The man sounded like he was touched, but you couldn’t tell if it was genuine. You blushed heavily at the accusation, but you were finding it difficult to argue, “I-I don’t… I… no that’s not it…” You weren’t fooling anyone, not even yourself.

“You love him, but he does not love you the way you love him. He thinks you are weak. A distraction. Why do you think he does not confide in you? It would be a waste of his time…”

Shinigami’s words almost sounded slower as he talked, but it didn’t mean you didn’t hear what he was saying. They seemed to slow down just so you would be forced to hear and let the reality sink in.

Bakugou didn’t love you the way you loved him. He thought you were weak. A distraction for him. A waste of his time.

As the words rung in your head, singing the song that was crumbling your heart and bringing you a special kind of pain that felt hellish. You remembered your other friends. Like Izuku and Shinsou, two guys who you knew were in your corner. They had your back. Izuku was always there for you, and Shinsou grew a soft spot for you since you both bonded over your quirks during his time in the General Studies.

“Why waste your own time on a man who does not love you?” Shinigami then asked you, and once you slowly got over the pain of reality, you looked at him, and you shook your head.

“I do love him. I don’t think giving him the time of day is a waste of time though. Katsuki’s an asshole but he’s my friend. But I think I’ll have to kick his ass to make him never forget that… or at least tell him to stop being so mean to me all the damn time…” You came to that conclusion. As much as you loved Katsuki, you didn’t want to put up with his bullshit anymore, but you didn’t want to break off the friendship either.

And you were positive that you could try and get him to ease up just a little bit and see that you weren’t any of the things he called you. You weren’t weak or a distraction. You would be a hero just like him and just as strong as him.

You could do it.

Shinigami almost looked disappointed with what you said, however he said nothing for a while. “Young love.” He finally said, sounding like he understood but it’s clear he wasn’t happy with what he was hearing from you.

You weren’t aware of it though, but you did see his smile grow when he saw somebody over your shoulder. Turning, you saw a somewhat confused Bakugou a couple of feet away, and you blushed heavily when you thought that he might have heard everything…

Shinigami flashed the boy a smile, tipping his hat off to him but Bakugou didn’t take his politeness well as he growled at the man and quickly made his way over to you. “Who the hell are you?” He roughly asked the strange man and stood in front of you, and if you didn’t know any better, you would say that Bakugou was trying to protect you from this person.

“Just a friend. (Y/N) has a very interesting quirk you know? I find it quite fascinating.” Shinigami replied and looked him right in the eye, and you gasped a little bit as soon as he said your name, and Bakugou heard how surprised you sounded.

“Yeah right, get lost you fucking creep before I make you…” Bakugou didn’t hesitate to threaten him as his palm crackled a little bit just to give this weirdo the message. He would have yelled but he couldn’t be so sure if this person was a villain or just some freak and causing a scene would just send the entire mall into a panic. If it were a couple of months ago, he probably would have done that, but he’d been learning to at least try and assess a situation before acting. And on top of that you were right there, he wouldn’t risk you getting hurt with a potential villain so close with an unknown quirk that would probably harm you.

Thankfully Shinigami didn’t seem very put off by his behavior as he only smiled, “Very well then. Farewell children. I think we will see each other again quite soon…”

Even as the man walked away, only then did you feel genuinely scared, “Katsuki… I never told him my name…” You admitted, and even though Shinigami did imply that his quirk let him know many things without a person telling him, it still freaked you out.

“Well maybe don’t talk to strangers next time dumbass!” He somewhat harshly scolded you, grabbing your hand and taking you as far away as possible from this place. Like hell he was going to leave you alone after this.

You tried not to smile, but you couldn’t really help it. You knew he cared!

…

After a while, you thought about telling the police about that strange man who had talked to you and made you uncomfortable. But you ultimately decided not to as Bakugou walked you home, and once again turned down your offer to watch at least one episode of Friends with you.

Sighing you sat on your sofa, all by yourself since your parents were still at work. They were usually at work which somewhat bothered you, but they loved you so it wasn’t too bad. You just wish someone was here with you.

You couldn’t rely on Bakugou though, and you didn’t want to interrupt any of his friends since they were likely with him. And as much as you didn’t want to bother your other friends, the loneliness was getting a little bit too much so…

You pulled out your phone and started texting your two other best friends. Izuku and Shinsou.

‘Hey Izuku. Srry 4 sudden text. But if u’re not busy. Feel free 2 come over 2 my house. Gonna watch Friends.’

God you felt dumb and pathetic just for texting your friend, and immediately you expected him to say no. And so you decided to text Shinsou too.

‘Hi Toshi. Gonna watch Friends. Wanna watch with a friend? AKA Me?’

You kind of snickered at your terrible pun as you instantly got a text back from him.

‘That is your worst pun yet.’

‘But Sure.’

You nearly jumped up from your sofa, grinning widely when your friend ACTUALLY took up your offer and was going to come to your place. And your joy didn’t cease when Izuku texted back shortly afterward.

‘Hi (Y/N)! Sure thing. I’m not busy so sure I would love to watch Friends with you.’

Izuku really was a sweetheart. You were sure he probably could have said no if he wanted to but he seemed to actually like spending time with you so that just made you happy.

‘AWESOME! THANK U SM!! Invite the rest of the Dekusquad if u want, I’m lonely.’

You somewhat bluntly texted and added a smiley and sadface emoji. For a moment you regretted texting that last bit, but deep down you knew Izuku understood.

And so when they did show up, you were beyond overjoyed as you grinned and giggled, “Izuku~!” You quickly flustered your friend by hugging him rather tightly, “A-Ah! H-H-Hey (Y/N)… i-it’s g-good to see you too…” He stuttered as he blushed quite madly from how you hugged him in front of his friends. Even though he was used to your hugs and he liked them, the fact that you and him weren’t children anymore, and the fact that physically you were all grown-up, made him feel rather… awkward and shy when it came to such close, physical contact.

You almost missed how Uraraka, Iida and Tsuyu were blushing as you just smiled widely to see your company. Much like with the Bakusquad, you were pretty chummy with the Dekusquad as they seemed to enjoy you and you sure enjoyed them. “Hey ya’ll~. Welcome to House (L/N).” You somewhat dramatically invited them all in.

“Hi (Y/N)! Thanks for inviting us!” Uraraka sweetly thanked you, and you smiled and bowed to the girl. She was such a sweetheart to you and Izuku and you adored her.

“Yeah, that was nice of you.” And there was Tsuyu, who just seemed to rub you the right way because you loved the girl. She was nice.

“I will never say ‘no’ to a Friends marathon~. Thank you kindly for thinking of me (Y/N)~.” Aoyama seemed to be flirting with you, at least that’s what you were getting as you smiled awkwardly but happily.

“Please forgive our intrusion (L/N)!” Before Iida could go on and on about thanking you for your hospitality you quickly waved him off, “No, no Iida there ain’t nothin’ to forgive, I’m so excited ya’ll are here. I’m ‘bout to watch a Friends Marathon~. And don’t worry, I got plenty of food for this exact thing.” You politely said to the much taller boy as you let your classmates make themselves at home and you turned on the TV.

However, you got nervous as soon as you saw Todoroki. He seemed confused, albeit partially interested in his surroundings. It was hard to pinpoint, but you considered him a friend and vice-versa because he was nice to Izuku and he found you interesting and tolerable enough to be around.

“I wasn’t sure what Midoriya meant when you said a ‘Friends’ marathon.” The heterochromatic boy admitted, and you gasped somewhat loudly. It didn’t necessarily startle Todoroki, but he was confused by your reaction. “Friends is only one of the greatest shows of all time dude! It’s about a group of friends of course, but that’s just it… you see them struggle together and get through the hard times together and it just… it’s funny, it makes you feel good, and on top of that you get the musical delights from Phoebe Buffet.” You explained it to Todoroki, and he still didn’t seem to understand, but the look in his eyes implied that he did want to know a little bit more.

“I see.” He replied neutrally, but you just smiled and led him to your couch, “Put your butt here, and just watch, you’ll see what I mean.” You advised and Todoroki did comply even though he was still confused.

But you immediately got up as soon as you heard your doorbell, and cheerfully ran over because you knew who that was.

“Hitoshi~!” You ended up hugging him as soon as you opened the door, and unlike Izuku, Shinsou appeared somewhat more annoyed. But he didn’t push you away, and instead took the time to notice Izuku and the rest of his friends.

“Shinsou! Hi there.” Izuku was clearly happy to see him, but Shinsou didn’t exactly return the feelings.

“What are they doing here?” He asked somewhat curtly. Despite being on better terms with them than he was during the Sports festival, he still didn’t entirely like them that much.

“It’s a Friends Marathon ‘Tosh, that means I gotta watch it with Friends.” You clarified with your own bizarre logic, but Shinsou just sighed in annoyance. “That doesn’t make any sense…” He muttered and shook his head.

But he made the mistake of looking at your not-so-subtle puppy dog eyes, “C’mon~… they’re not that bad~. They’re here to watch Friends too after all… anyone who watches that show has to be good right? I’ll let ya sit next to me~.” You tried to convince him to stay even if he wasn’t that into Izuku’s friend group, but he couldn’t say no to you. Well, he could, but he didn’t want to…

He liked you too much to just crush you like that.

“Fine. I have nothing better to do.” Shinsou shrugged his shoulders, his words sounded cold but they lacked the coldness to them as he did sit next to you on the couch as you happily cheered. “YAY~!!”

I’LL BE THERE FOR YOU~

You were thankful for Izuku, Shinsou and the rest of the Dekusquad for last weekend. You were sure you would have died of loneliness and boredom if they didn’t show up to watch Friends with you. It was times like this that made you feel so lucky to have such awesome friends like them, especially Izuku and Shinsou. Although, you did wish that Bakugou could have been there…

Even if he probably would have complained and insulted you the whole time. And Izuku for that matter…

However, deep down you knew that he cared. He certainly proved it plenty of times…

And you wanted to see if maybe he was in the mood for talking today. Secretly you doubted it, but it didn’t hurt to try right? At least you would get to see Izuku and Shinsou. But before you could even try to go and see Class 1-A during lunch break, the alarm suddenly made you stop in your tracks.

You could already hear some of the students becoming frazzled and shouting, many wondering if it was a repeat of the USJ incident. But instead of freaking out like they had done, Iida stood up to let everyone evacuate in an orderly fashion. Unlike last time, it wasn’t the media that had trespassed onto the campus, as Nezu’s voice alarmed the students when he made the announcement that a mysterious figure had been spotted on the campus.

With that, everyone had promptly been told to exit the school safe and sound with the pro-heroes accompanying them closely as they each went home. Whereas All-Might and Mr. Aizawa led Class 1-A back to Heights Alliance.

But instead of going home with the rest of the General Studies, you had snuck out and followed Class 1-A. You had your own plans…

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here…? You should have gone home with the others.” Shinsou was the first to notice that you had somehow gotten in here, even though he shouldn’t have been surprised. You had a knack for being sneaky.

“Easy. I snuck in. And apparently so did some weirdo… but… I have a plan.” You said, smirking almost confidently.

Shinsou looked at you like you had to have been crazy, or stupid. “The pro-heroes advised our class to stay inside the building and for the other students to go home. We can’t do anything especially since we don’t even know what this person’s quirk could be.”

You nodded, obviously you weren’t stupid, but you had a good feeling about this, “I know that.” You said and started walking to the hall where you were sure the others were at, “But! This is where my quirk will come in handy. I’m not Hagakure but if I’m out and about in the spiritual plane I can try and find this person and tell Mr. Aizawa where they’re at.” It sounded like a good plan when you said it outloud, and although Shinsou couldn’t find a lot of flaws in that plan, he wasn’t so sure how the others would take that.

He thought about it for a moment, knowing your quirk almost better than you did as he sighed, “You can’t spend too much time in the spiritual plane.” Shinsou’s tone was as stoic and low as ever, but you could hear the subtle hint of worry in there. You smiled at your friend.

“I know. But I always come back.” You said with a wink as you started waving as soon as you saw Izuku, Bakugou and Todoroki with Uraraka, Tsuyu, Aoyama, Kirishima and Iida. “You guys~!” You sounded way too cheerful despite the situation and many of them were surprised to see you here. Especially Izuku and Bakugou.

“(Y-Y/N)!”

“What the hell are you doing here idiot?!”

Of course you expected to hear that from Izuku and Bakugou respectively. “Um I don’t know, saving the day, coming to help?”

“(L/N)! You should not be here! You should have gone home with the others in your class! Though… I suppose you can’t leave now. It wouldn’t be wise to leave now with a suspect on the loose…” Iida didn’t even listen to you, he just scolded you for going against what the pro-heroes told you to do.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… I know I should have gone home, but I was just tellin’ Toshi here that I think I can find this villain for the teachers. After all… my quirk means that I can basically just wander about freely in the other planes.” You stated with a smile, and you managed to convince Uraraka and Kirishima.

“Oh! I get it! Because they can’t see you when you leave your body! Like a ghost! A villain can’t see a ghost.” Kirishima understood your plan, and so far was the only one who had even a bit of hope in you. “That’s right! Souls are like spirits… they shouldn’t be able to see you! And you can check every area in the school.” Uraraka also got the gist of your plan. So far that was two people that thought you could really help.

Now it was time for the skeptics. “(L/N)’s quirk could be useful. But we don’t know what this potential villain’s quirk is. If their quirk somehow counters yours, you could be in danger.” Todoroki saw the flaw in your plan, but he wasn’t saying to be rude, just realistic, and you understood that.

“H-He’s right. I think you should just stay here with us. You’ll be safe (Y/N).” Izuku agreed with Todoroki, but he was more worried than anything. It wasn’t that he wasn’t confident in you, he just didn’t want you to take such a big risk.

“And you can’t just take action! That’s the teacher’s job! It’s wise to just let them do their jobs and not get involved. They specifically told the students to stay out of the situation.” Iida was thinking mainly about your safety, but you didn’t really listen to him.

“It’s not taking action, it’s offering help. If we sit here and do nothing, how can we call ourselves heroes? How can I call myself a hero? I might not be in the Hero Course, but I came to this school to try and become a hero. I have to try…” You explained to your friends, and as much as they were worried about you, that little speech of yours had them speechless for a moment.

Bakugou wouldn’t admit it, but for once he agreed with Deku and Iida. Albeit, mostly with telling you to just stay put, he wanted to go after that damn villain himself, but at this point he knew better than to just rush in blindly. And ironically, he was about to scold you for attempting to do just that, “It’s not like your quirk will actually help. It’s useless… even if you just find the bastard, then what?” But he just had to shoot you down. But it was only because he wouldn’t ever let you know that your descending scared him though and so he never sugar-coated anything to you, nor did he act all nice to you and shit, because he wouldn’t let anyone see that he was soft on you. Not even you.

“Well that’s the point now isn’t it? I can’t be the most useless one in UA all the time.” You shrugged your shoulders, pretending to pop the joints in your fingers, but your joke didn’t amuse Bakugou in the slightest.

“Tch. Don’t even try it stupid. It’s a fucking suicide mission. You can’t even fight back to save yourself.” He muttered, not seeming entirely worried since he knew you always came back. But he really hated your quirk, even if you always returned from those spirit worlds or whatever. It was kind of unsettling.

You rolled your eyes and nodded, “I won’t HAVE to fight back and I SO could fight back if I had to… and when I come back you’ll see that I’m not as useless or pathetic as I seem Katsuki.” Not wanting to lose what little pride you had, you pointed at him with a determined tone before you lied down on the floor and he just stared down at you as you did so. As he always did…

“And when I come back under 5 minutes, yooooou… have to take me to see Endgame~. I already got you a ticket~.” You sang-songed and showed off the tickets you brought in advance, waving them up in his face, much to Bakugou’s immense annoyance. “Forget it Shitty Girl!”

“Too late, bet’s made~.” You sang again with a giggle as Bakugou glared and growled at you angrily, but you thought it was hilarious.

“Wait! (Y/N)… are you sure about this?” Izuku no longer attempted to argue with you, but he had to ask, because he was much more openly afraid whenever you left the physical plane. He knew the consequences of your quirk, and he was worried about the villain possibly seeing you. Even though he knew that you might as well have been a ghost when you crossed into the spiritual plane and no one could see you. He was still worried…

The rest of his class had experience with villains, and you didn’t.

“I’m positive Izuku. I’m coming back. I always do. I can’t always be yours and Katsuki’s standing-on-the-sidelines friend. My quirk is just as useful as you guys’ and I’m going to prove it. I’ll find the person and tell Mr. Aizawa where they’re at. They won’t find me either, I’m feeling pretty confident about that!” You claimed with a rather enthusiastic tone, but you only convinced Uraraka, Tsuyu, Iida, Kirishima and Aoyama.

“W-Well…” Izuku wanted to try and argue, but Bakugou quickly shut him up, “Don’t coddle her all the damn time Deku. It’s probably why she’s so weak.” He said snidely to his childhood friends, much to Izuku’s displeasure and you could only roll your eyes.

“Dude come on… why you gotta be so mean?” Kirishima actually kind of scolded his friend, which just earned him Bakugou’s trademark glare. But Kirishima liked you, he thought you were cool and as much as he liked the guy, he certainly did not like the way he treated you often.

“I am NOT weak! I’m coming back and I’m finding that son of a bitch. I can’t wait to see the look on your face when I come back. So suck my dick~.” You smirked a bit just to see that annoyed scowl on his face one last time before you set the timer on your phone for 15 minutes.

“Please be careful (Y/N)…” Izuku said to you as he nervously glanced at you on the floor.

You smiled sweetly up at him, happy that at least one of your childhood friends was showing concern. “I will Izuku. I’ll be back by the time you know it. In the meantime… take care of my body.” You said rather confidently as your friends (sans Bakugou) smiled at you and wished you luck as you closed your eyes.

To recite the spell, you placed your arms outward and began to chant the incantation from your mother.

“Spiritu duce, in me est. Deduce me in tenebris vita ad extremum, ut salutaret inferi… Descensum!”

With a zooming rush, you felt yourself descending into an abyss of dreadful familiarity that felt a little darker and hollower than before. And as soon as you opened your eyes, you found yourself in the spiritual plane. Everything looked the same, you could see Katsuki, Izuku, Uraraka, Tsuyu, Todoroki, Kirishima, Aoyama and Iida each looking down at your now soulless body in concern and anticipation.

But this was good, now that you were in the spiritual plane you could just float about and focus on the suspect that had been spotted around the campus. You got up to leave Heights Alliance but made sure to search around the building in case the suspect was around the area, but you found nothing.

So you flew through the air, looking in every direction as you scanned the Ground Beta, the Gymnasium and the entire campus closely. In mid-air you saw nothing, nobody except maybe the teachers who were also searching for the culprit. They couldn’t see anyone either, nor did they have any luck in finding anyone suspicious.

It was quite strange. Because you weren’t seeing anyone hiding, unless they had a quirk like Hagakure’s, but you didn’t count on that given that Principal Nezu said that this suspect had been spotted.

For a moment you wondered if it was just a prank from some other rival school trying to scare the students. You didn’t want to give up just yet, but you couldn’t be in this plane too long.

Now all that was left was to get back to your body. You flew as fast as you could back to the familiar building, smiling as soon as you approached the door and got on your feet to run back to where your body and friends were at.

However, as soon as you reached the hallway you didn’t see your body, or your friends anywhere. Did they leave and take you to another room? You wondered…

The atmosphere looked darker, and an uncomfortable shiver ran down your spine as you looked around and got a feeling of the air around you. It made you feel almost sick when darkness started creeping around the corners. A gasp escaped you as your eyes widened in horror. This wasn’t Heights Alliance, it was some upside-down, dark version of it. As soon as you took the first step inside, everything felt wrong. You could feel it in the stale air as you slowly walked. Something in your mind told you to just escape because this was a trap, but you weren’t sure if you would even be able to do that…

And you paused as soon as your shoe hit what felt like a puddle…

Looking down you saw your reflection in a crimson pool, your eyebrows shooting up in horror as you gasped quietly and felt your heartbeat speeding up as you reluctantly looked forward. There were bodies all over the floor.

Jirou. Mina. Yaoyorozu. Sero. Kaminari. Tokoyami. Shoji. Hagakure. All of them…

“O-Oh my God… Oh my God…!! Mina! Momo! Denki?! H-Hanta?! Guys?! Please… oh please tell me you guys are still alive…” You got down to try and move the body that belonged to ‘Yaoyorozu’, trying in vain to wake her up but the body was limp and cold to the touch. “Momo wake up! Momo wake up…” Your voice broke as you tried to shake her awake, but you saw blood on the corner of her mouth and a deep gash staining her stomach…

Your eyes widened in horror as you looked closer and reluctantly at the rest of your friends. They all had similar wounds to the stomach, the back of their heads, and there were some broken bones…

What happened to them while you were gone? Was it the villain? Where were they now...?

“I told you you couldn’t help… Shitty Girl…” You gasped loudly and turned sharply to see Bakugou, battered and beaten with streams of blood gushing from his mouth, nose and the top of his head, tresses of his blonde hair caked in scarlet.

“Katsuki…” It wasn't just him, you also saw them.

Izuku, Shinsou, Uraraka, Tsuyu, Todoroki, Kirishima, Iida and Aoyama...

All of them, fallen and beaten bloody as they lied in puddles of their blood. Some barely moving and only half-alive as Shinsou slowly peered up at you, wanting to speak but no sound came from his lips.

"(Y-Y/N)... you have to go..." You heard Izuku croak where he lied, and you shook your head in horror. "I-I'm not leaving ya'll..." You refused to leave, but you were beyond confused and scared as hell. This felt so real and yet so artificial that it was shaking your very core and terrifying you as you held your arms, hyperventilating as you failed to calm yourself down as the image of your bloodied friends was becoming too much for you to handle.

Unbeknownst to you, 10 minutes had passed and Bakugou audibly growled as he began pacing back and forth irritably while the rest of his classmates just kept watching you with worry in their eyes. They've seen your quirk work before, and you almost always came back in 5 minutes or less, sometimes you took 7 minutes, but this was so far the longest you have taken and it was starting to concern them. Izuku, Uraraka and Iida looked the most worried as Izuku ran his shaking fingers through his hair while Aoyama and Uraraka tried to comfort him by placing her hand on his shoulder.

“Calm down Midoriya… I am confident in (L/N)’s abilities. She’s a clever girl.” Iida tried to reassure his friend, even though it was clear that he was becoming increasingly concerned too.

“I’ve always seen her come back.” Shinsou, while not as close to Izuku as the others, tried to calm him down since he’s always seen you come back and was always there every time you did return to the physical plane. Even during close calls Shinsou was there every time to see you come back with at least 5 minutes on the clock. But once it was down to 4 minutes…

Now he was starting to worry.

Even the less than emotive Todoroki and Tsuyu were beginning to look worried when your phone went down to 4 minutes.

“She has 4 minutes left…” Todoroki muttered quietly, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. Would you really die if you didn’t come back by then?

While Izuku’s friends barely contained their anxiety, Kirishima concealed his growing concern by trying to calm down Bakugou even though he was on the verge of freaking out himself. “Relax now man…”

“How the hell can I fucking relax?! What the hell’s taking her so long?! She always comes back by 5 minutes! 5 MINUTES!”

“She probably found the suspect." Tsuyu deducted, keeping her cool even though she was getting more worried with each passing second, "If she's taking this long it means that she definitely found something and is probably trying to figure something out wherever she's at." She tried to think of why you might have been taking so long, but neglected to say the very real possibility that either you found something, or something found you. Because she's learned from her consequences of speaking her mind too much, and stating that possibility would just make everyone, including herself, freak out if it were said out loud.

But even if Tsuyu didn't say it, Bakugou wasn't comforted or reassured because Tsuyu had to have been right. You definitely found something because you never took this long. Never...

“Oh my God… no stop it… whoever’s doin’ this just stop it…” You didn’t believe that this was your Katsuki. He might have looked and sounded just like him, but you refused to believe that this was your Katsuki. And part of you wanted to hope that these people weren't you classmates either, they were just illusions...

But why did they look so real?

"You did this yourself you fucking idiot... I told you to just stay put... it's your own fucking fault..." 'Katsuki' said to you coldly, with a hateful glare in his drooping eyes as he suddenly choked when a sharp, squelching slash pierced right through his stomach and you gasped with wide eyes full of terror as you felt the red drops splatter on your cheeks. Your eyes quivered as you watched the dagger rip your beloved upwards and made the rest of his blood spill to the ground as he coughed and slowly collapsed to the ground as you suddenly gasped and let out a horrified wail.

“NOOOOOOOOO!!”

It was taking too long.

You were taking too long and the clock was ticking, which did nothing to ease the nerves of your classmates as Izuku started to pant from anxiety. You always came back by this time…

“(Y-Y/N)’s taking a long time… she never takes this long…” He shakily said to his friends, who were no longer hiding their worry but still trying to remain calm.

“She’ll come back! She always does! Just shut up Deku!” Bakugou instantly shouted at his childhood friend, not wanting to hear that you WERE taking a long time because all that did was make the tightening anxiety in his chest crush him from the inside.

“NOOOOOOOOO!!”

You continued to scream as the rest of your friends were slowly butchered right before your eyes by a dark figure you couldn't make out. All you could focus on was your friends being sliced up and slowly murdered right before your eyes and you couldn't do a thing to help. Even though every semblance of your being was screaming at you to move, something kept you rooted to the spot. Something that wasn't a part of you, it was some kind of force that you couldn't make out, and it forced you to stay where you were at as your friends kept screaming for you.

Again and again, you heard Izuku scream for you, and Katsuki shout when the blade stabbed him again.

"(Y/N)!"

"I told you you couldn't help..."

"O-Oh God..."

SLASH

“NOOOOOOOOO!!”

"Y-You have to go..."

"O-Oh God no... no please stop..."

"You did this yourself you fucking idiot..."

SLASH

"NOOOOOOOOO!!"

"It's your own fucking fault..."

"No stop it, whoever's doin' this just stop it please..."

SLASH

"NOOOOOOOOO!!"

Every single time you saw them die and every time you heard Katsuki's words, you would wail and scream even louder as tears freely flowed down your face. Choking on a sob you sunk to your knees, nearly vomiting as soon as you looked at your dear friends’ bodies yet again.

Your precious Katsuki, Izuku and Shinsou…

And again.

And again.

And again…

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!”

It never ended. Even the least of the worst filled you with a despair that just made you want to just cease from existence if it meant being free of this suffering. As you feel down to your knees oncemore, you slowly peered up to see him…

Shinigami.

He stood there, watching you with his piercing, taunting gold eyes. His grin peering into your damned soul as he cackled wickedly at your torment as he forced you to stand back up as you blinked for a little bit.

The epiphany hit you as soon as you let out another scream when warm, scarlet droplets that belonged to no one other that your Katsuki, splattered on your face yet again as your tears continued to fall and mix with the redness.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!”

And This was your hell. And it was your prison that you realized you were going to relive on a constant loop.

Over and over again.

“HEY! Come back already you fucking idiot! I know you can hear me! Stop wasting your damn time you little shit!” Bakugou had come down to his knees and started to aggressively shake your shoulders in an attempt to wake you up. Hating how limp and flaccid your body felt as he glowered at you. You looked so lifeless, as if you were dead and although he didn’t and wouldn’t say it, it was so terrifying to him. You might as well have been dead everytime you used you descended into another plane.

It’s been way too long. He stared anxiously at your phone, and there was only 2 minutes left for you to come back to your body. “She’s stuck. She’s fucking stuck…” He came to that conclusion and he didn’t have to look at his classmates to see them all panicking.

“We have to help her.” Izuku quickly suggested, but he knew that there was very little time left and he honestly didn’t know how they could help you. He was so scared that he could hear his heart beat in his chest, and he was sure his classmates all felt the same fear as they looked at you with alarmed, worried glances.

“We should get Mr. Aizawa! His quirk should cancel hers out and force her to go back to her body… right…?” Kirishima thought outloud, it was wishful thinking at best, but he didn’t want to imagine worst-case scenario. And if the others were being honest, they were hoping for that…

Shinsou didn’t want to show his fear, and he wouldn’t despite his trembling hands, “Mr. Aizawa’s quirk won’t work… she has to come back on her own…” He said, albeit reluctantly as he stared at your body, secretly begging any deity that existed to help you come back…

You had to come back…

But there was only one minute left, and your body showed no signs of life or movement whatsoever.

“Follow my voice… dammit follow my voice you idiot…” Bakugou carefully picked your body up into his arms and held you close to his chest as he whispered to you, “I know you can hear me… hurry the fuck up and just follow my voice… you’re scaring the shit out of everybody…” There was no anger in his tone, only worry as he put his arms around you. He remembered the way you used to hug him every time you saw him when you were both kids.

But as the two of you got older, you stopped hugging him because you knew that he would always push you away and he scared you with his harsh attitude until you stopped. And right now, Bakugou started asking himself why? Why did he push you away?

He loved the way you hugged him. How warm you felt against his body, and now he didn’t feel anything from your body at all.

“We’re all waiting for you…” Izuku’s voice broke as tears streamed down his face that he quickly wiped away. He would not cry, he couldn’t; he knew you would come back, you had to. You just had to…

“(Y/N)…” Shinsou knew it was pointless to say your name because you couldn’t hear anyone, but he couldn’t stop the terror settling in his skin as he shook when he saw only 20 seconds left. The rest of his classmates widening their eyes and beginning to sweat as they focused on Bakugou clinging to your limp body as he shut his eyes and quietly hyperventilated.

“Come back already… Come back…! (Y/N) Come back!!” He shouted desperately as he held onto your body, cradling and rocking you. His hold tightening into a hug you couldn’t feel as warm droplets hit your cold skin.

“TIME’S UP! TIME’S UP! TIME’S UP!”

As your cheerfully voiced timer ran out, Bakugou’s hold on you suddenly loosened as he gasped sharply when he suddenly felt nothing but a shroud of dust suddenly powder his arms and fingers as he watched your body disintegrate into nothing…

He didn’t hear his classmates all shout when your body just… disintegrated. Leaving nothing but a pile of ash that dissipated quickly as they all looked wide-eyed with horror. The room was dead silent for a while, but that silence was immediately replaced with gasps that quickly turned into cries…

“(Y/N)!!!” 

Izuku fell to his knees as he wailed your name. He stared at the dust, a mix of horror, disbelief and confusion crossing his features as he let the realization sink in that his dear friend was gone and began to sob loudly and shamelessly. It was all too much for the rest of his friends as Uraraka followed shortly as she let her own tears fall, “Oh (Y/N)… (Y/N)!” Uraraka held onto Izuku to try and comfort him even though she was crying for you too.

Aoyama was horrified, and almost in disbelief. That didn’t really happen did it? He didn’t want to believe it, but the more he heard Midoriya and Uraraka cry, the more it became apparent that you did die. For once he had nothing to say as he held back a sob and hugged Izuku along with Uraraka as his tears fell and quietly cried with them.

“M-Midoriya… Uraraka… A-Aoyama, d-don’t… d-don’t cry…” Iida tried to remain firm and look strong for his distraught classmates, but the more he looked at the ashes that used to be you, the more tears fell from his glossy eyes as he choked on a sob, able to do nothing other than lower to the ground to hug his three friends after the loss of their friend.

Todoroki couldn’t believe what he saw. Did you really just die?

He saw Midoriya, Uraraka, Aoyama and Iida crying and holding each other, and then he saw Kirishima staring in horror and despair as he looked at the remains of your body.

“(Y/N)!!” He didn’t want to cry, but the feeling was way too much for him to hold in as he openly sobbed, and Tsuyu attempted to console him even though she couldn’t stop her own tears from falling. In his grief, the two shared a hug as they both cried for you.

Seeing everyone cry, only reminded Todoroki of his own past pains. He has had his loved ones taken from him before, but they never truly left him. And only then did the weight of your apparent death hit him as he stared at the dust with a gentle, but saddened look as a silent tear fell to the ground.

You were his friend…

“She was... my friend…” Shinsou thought to himself as he distanced himself from the group, covering his mouth with his hand as he held back the burning tears in his eyes but they betrayed him and ebbed down his face as he let out a strained sob.

Bakugou was silent and in a near catatonic state as he stared at the dust, his vision nearly blurring when he looked in horror when he saw some of the powder on his hands. The powder that used to be you…

And his breathing turned shallow, rapid and quiet when he remembered everything he had told you before this.

He called you weak…

A distraction.

Useless.

And then he saw the tickets that were left behind among the ashes. You said you would come back, and yet you broke that promise by not coming back at all and left him with nothing. Nothing but tickets to a movie you said he would have to take you to the next week, but he wasn't going to anymore. He wouldn't take you anywhere anymore.

When the reality settled in, he felt his whole being tremble as his breath stuttered when he tried breathing, letting out a choked sob as his tears cascaded down his face as he crumbled where he sat. There was nothing that could steal this unbearable pain in his chest as all Bakugou could do was sob and let the tears rain and trickle to the ashes that were once you. Every breath felt like he was suffocating as he couldn't fight the guilt that was at war with his fragile pride in his mind as he cried for you.

All he wanted was for you to hug him again, so he could tell you that he was sorry for all the shitty things he said to you and how he had treated you and take you to see that movie and any damn episode of Friends you wanted. But there was nothing there of you anymore, and he couldn't even hold you anymore.

PART 2: https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/184430454599/young-love-and-an-episode-of-friends-bakugou

[taehyungsgrowl]

Hm ok. Michael‘s been practicing decensum in preparation for the 7 wonders exam, just to put up airs that he needs to try, but his s/o knows he doesn’t need it and he comes back to them riding him 😳 -💜virgo

virgo anon! hello! sorry its taken a bit for me to get to this! but i really liked this idea a whole bunch so thank you for sending it in. i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it! all the love to you. also i hope you dont mind that i played around and changed the prompt just a tiny bit. 

(also: idk if this is entirely out of character so i would love to hear what you all think about this!)

its short so i apologize!

warnings: smut, fluff, angst if you squint

“Michael,” you whined, “you’re gonna do great.” your hands found his shoulders and dug into them. You could feel the tension in the knots under his skin. 

“Y/N.” he sighed, “I can’t afford to fail this. My mind, body, and spirit need to be able to pass this - i-if I don’t - you know what can happen if I don’t.” 

“I know, baby.” you said quietly. There was a lot to risk if Michael failed any of the Seven Wonders - especially Descensum. Which is why it worried you to see him try it time after time. It scared you to see him play with the tip of that blade over and over; not knowing if he’d open his eyes again each time he went under. “I just.. I get scared that what happened to that witch will happen to you.. and you.. you won’t make it.” 

You had all heard the tragic rumors of what had ended Misty Day. A promising young witch - one that all swore would be the next supreme. Much like Michael was now - and look where that got her. 

He took both your hands in his and gave each knuckle a kiss. “I know.” he pulled you in close, and  rested his hands on your lower back. You hugged him, inhaling his boyish scent; minty with just the hint of sweetness. 

“I’ve got an idea,” he smiled into the crook of your neck. That was Michael. He always had an idea for everything. He sat you down on the edge of his bed and dropped to his knees. His golden hair had fallen from the perfectly sculpted waves and into a disarray of curls that framed his prominent cheekbones.

Large hands wandered up and down your thighs, his attempt at putting you to ease. There was nothing Michael loved more than having his hands on you. It was only a plus that you enjoyed his touch so much. 

“Why don’t you ride me,” a smug smile pulled on his lips, “while I go to hell,” a chuckle escaped him. 

“Oh, shut up,” you smacked his arm playfully. He couldn’t be serious - could he?

“C’mon, ride the hell outta me, baby.” he laughed wholeheartedly. It was one way to feel close to each other…

“Hear me out,” he hands had now wandered up your shirt. “I’ll be able to feel everything. It’ll help me come back to you. I-if I can feel you. I won’t get trapped.” he whispered the last part, too afraid someone would hear him. 

“Michael..” you began. 

“Let’s just try it out. If it doesn’t work then it doesn’t work.” blue eyes pleaded, “Do it for me?” his bottom lip jutted out. 

God damn it. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Okay.” you curled your fingers around his hair, “We can try.”

“I love you.” he kissed your thigh, “so much.”

Michael laid flat on the wooden floor, fingers toying with the buckle of his belt. “Come on,” he patted his thigh, head gesturing towards his body.

You followed the unspoken instructions and straddled his waist. Both your thighs, nuzzling his body. 

“Relax, angel. It’s just me,” he cooed, letting his hand wander up your skirt. You nodded you head and relaxed into his touch. Long fingers traced the outline of your panties. You shuddered feeling the pressure he applied to your covered clit. 

“So beautiful,” he breathed, “Not even gonna think I’m in hell with this sweet pussy wrapped around my cock,” he smirked.

“Gonna make me feel like I’m in heaven, right angel?” he bucked his hips up and he started tugging at his own pants, in a poor attempt to get them off. 

You could feel him hardening in his tight pants. The veins in his hands prominent as he fumbled with the button. He was so desperate for you. In such need to feel secured by you. 

You helped him kick off his pants, letting his full length spring up in its full glory. 

“Please,” he groaned, “We need to be quick.” 

You grabbed the base of his cock and ran it up your panty clad pussy. The rough fabric of the lace sticking to your wetness. His desperation to be touched made you grow even more aroused. 

You felt like you were about to do something so forbidden, so dangerous. In some sense, you were embarking on the journey to the underworld as well. 

Pulling the tiny bit of lace that covered your pussy to the side, you aligned the head of his cock with your entrance. “I love you,” you whispered, slowly sinking down on him. You hissed as his thickness stretched you open. Time after time, he made you feel like he was the first name to ever make you his. 

“Fuck,” he grabbed your hand, giving it a light squeeze, “so tight.” 

“Hurry up, Michael, please,” you wiggled your ass at the base of his cock. You didn’t know how long you’d last or how long it would take him to get back. 

“Spiritu duce in me est,” his eyes were trained on yours, “deduc me in tenebris vita, ad extremum ut salutaret n'feri,” his breathing was labored as you started to lift yourself up his shaft, “Descensum!” you left your hips roll on him as his head fall back and eyes closed. 

You continued to bounce yourself on his cock. You felt him pulse within you, his hands gripped at your ass with each passing moment. 

“Michael, oh god, Michael.” you panted, planting you hands on his chest for support. The walls of your pussy clenched around him as the scent and sounds of sex filled the room. “Come back, Michael.” you moaned out in despair. 

As if responding to the anguishing call of your voice, Michael’s breath returned to him.

His heart was beating faster than ever before and his eyes were blown wide. He sat up and grabbed your hips firmly. Convincing himself that you were real. 

“Y/N,” he moaned out your name. You kissed him deeply, letting his tongue explore your mouth. 

He took control of the motions on your body and guided you down on his cock, “Feel so good,” he bit your lip, “ to have you here.” 

“Cum for me, please.” he begged. “Need to feel it.” Michael slammed you back down on his length before lifting you up again.

Before long, you felt your body go limp as you released on to him. The tightening in your cunt soon engulfed him. Your mixed cum dripped down your thighs as he lifted you off his cock. 

You lips found his face and covered him in kisses. You kissed his cheeks (which caused him to blush profusely) you kissed his neck (which in turn made him try to hide it - he’d never admit to being ticklish) and you kissed his lips, (which simply caused him to pull you even closer.)

“How did it go? Did it work? Could you.. feel it?” you asked.

“It worked wonders, baby.” he laughed, “Now who’s gonna explain to Ariel that I need this as a lucky charm to complete the test?” 

–

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[aurora-daily]

For Nor­we­gian singer-song­writer Aurora, mu­sic was the key to un­lock a long-held sense of dis­con­nec­tion

Interview by An­drew McMillen for The Weekend Australian (June 1st, 2019).

Mu­sic writer An­drew McMillen meets Ice­landic sen­sa­tion Aurora ahead of her al­bum re­lease

As a child, Aurora Ak­snes grew up in a town not far from Ber­gen, in south­west­ern Norway, sur­rounded by a for­est, ocean, space and plenty of si­lence — fer­tile grounds in which to plant seeds of imag­i­na­tion.

Her two older sis­ters, Mi­randa and Vik­to­ria, were wor­ried that her strange­ness — es­pe­cially her out-there dress sense — would make her a tar­get for bul­lies. “We were so scared that it was go­ing to be tough for you to go to high school,” her sis­ters say in a video pub­lished in 2016. “But ev­ery­body loved you.”

Singing, song­writ­ing and play­ing piano be­came her three fas­ci­na­tions; all ac­tiv­i­ties she could in­dulge on her lone­some. This be­gan in child­hood and con­tin­ued into her ado­les­cence, when she was plucked from ob­scu­rity and es­sen­tially asked whether she wanted to pur­sue a ca­reer in mu­sic. She said yes, and she hasn’t looked back. In that same video from 2016, filmed in Ber­gen with her friends and family, and re­leased to co­in­cide with her de­but al­bum, Aurora says, “Mu­sic is not some­thing that you should keep for your­self. It can’t be put in a cage be­cause it’s wild and alive.”

On stage in Bris­bane on a Mon­day night early last month, the blue-eyed and blonde artist is mid­way through a pow­er­ful 90-minute set. Dressed in red and flanked by a live band that pro­duces pul­sat­ing elec­tronic pop, the 22-year-old pauses be­tween songs to ad­dress the 800-strong ca­pac­ity crowd at the Trif­fid.

“I feel like I’m in this room with friends,” she says. “It’s a nice feel­ing be­cause I feel so of­ten dis­con­nected to humans. I feel very lucky be­cause I don’t know how the hell I got here. I don’t know how I be­came an artist — but I do know that it’s 90 per cent be­cause of you guys.

“With­out you, it’s an empty room; with­out you, there’s no one that gives my words power.”

Then, with a nod to her drum­mer and co-producer Mag­nus Skyl­stad, the band kicks into the next track as the lights change colour and the crowd thrills to her mu­sic.

She does not so much per­form as in­habit these songs, as if singing them for the first time. There’s not a trace of self-con­scious­ness; in­stead, the young woman danc­ing centre stage, mi­cro­phone in hand, ex­udes a con­ta­gious free­dom and vi­tal­ity. Here, among friends, she is adored. Two days later, in the hours be­fore another Groovin the Moo fes­ti­val sideshow in Fre­man­tle, Aurora perks up when re­minded of her phi­los­o­phy that mu­sic can­not be caged.

“Oh, yes, it’s very true, and that’s why I know I have to share it,” she tells Re­view. “When I per­form, that’s why I’m so ex­cited; it’s like the mu­sic is too big for my tiny shape of a body. I feel very ex­plo­sive when I per­form. That’s the whole point in why I started shar­ing the mu­sic: if you have the gift of making mu­sic, it’s like we’re on a mis­sion, we peo­ple who can trans­late the mu­sic into some­thing that the rest of the world can un­der­stand.”

In a rel­a­tively short time, the rest of the world has come to un­der­stand and ap­pre­ci­ate Aurora’s art. While the story of her as­cent from small-town anonymity to filling clubs and play­ing fes­ti­vals on the other side of the planet is some­what typ­i­cal of the stream­ing era, the re­sults are cer­tainly not.

It goes like this: af­ter up­load­ing a song on­line in 2012, when she was 16, what was in­tended as a Christ­mas gift for her par­ents found its way to the ears of an agent, which set in mo­tion an un­ex­pected but wel­come record­ing ca­reer. Since 2015, she has re­leased an EP, a de­but al­bum — 2016’s All My Demons Greet­ing Me as a Friend — and a fol­low-up LP that has been split into two halves, re­leased last year and this year.

As well, a cou­ple of well-cho­sen cover songs have helped to high­light her ex­traor­di­nary, sin­gu­lar vocal abil­i­ties and opened up new au­di­ences.

First in 2015, her stark take on Half the World Away by Oa­sis fea­tured in a prom­i­nent Bri­tish Christ­mas ad­ver­tise­ment; it re­mains one of her most-played songs on stream­ing ser­vices. Then on an Aus­tralia visit in 2017, she recorded a spell­bind­ing cover of Mas­sive At­tack’s Teardrop for Triple J’s Like a Ver­sion segment. It has since at­tracted nearly seven mil­lion YouTube views.

In turn, the global response to her mu­sic dur­ing the past four years has led to a pleasant awakening: her work mat­ters.

“I want to do this as long as I feel like peo­ple need me to do this,” she says. “Right now, I feel very needed. It’s a job that the world needs be­cause be­ing a hu­man is so hard and mu­sic some­times makes it eas­ier. As long as I feel needed, I’ll do it. I’ll be an artist for­ever; I’m a very hungry woman, and I like to dance and paint, and I want to ex­plore and even­tu­ally share that with the world, too.”

In con­ver­sa­tion, Aurora comes across as re­mark­ably grounded and in­se­cu­rity-free. A month out from the re­lease of A Dif­fer­ent Kind of Hu­man (Step 2) — usu­ally a time of peak anx­i­ety and un­cer­tainty among record­ing artists, who will soon learn whether their lat­est work is judged to be their great­est or oth­er­wise — she shrugs and says that she doesn’t re­ally have any par­tic­u­lar hopes or ex­pec­ta­tions for it. “Whatever will hap­pen will hap­pen,” she says. “I’m al­ready work­ing on my next al­bum; I feel quite far away from this al­bum. I hope at least one per­son will re­ally love it. It is quite di­verse, with many dif­fer­ent moods and per­son­al­i­ties. I am quite ex­cited to per­form the songs live, but it doesn’t re­ally mat­ter how peo­ple per­ceive it.

“Some peo­ple will al­ways un­der­stand it and ap­pre­ci­ate it, and that’s enough.” Be­tween songs at the Trif­fid, Aurora talks a lot, and she’s of­ten funny and en­dear­ing.

‘ In the be­gin­ning I didn’t re­ally talk be­cause I didn’t have any­thing to say. But then I learned that if you do talk to the au­di­ence, peo­ple tend to feel more safe and more connected to you’ Aurora Ak­snes

“We’ve been doing all these shows in Aus­tralia, and it’s so strange we can have our own show in Bris­bane and there are peo­ple here wait­ing for us,” she says at the be­gin­ning. “From the bottom of my huge heart and small tits — ac­tu­ally, no, they are quite big — thank you so, so much for com­ing tonight.”

Later, she ad­mits to feel­ing some snotty con­ges­tion: “It’s kind of loos­en­ing up now as I’m danc­ing and making its jour­ney down my throat. It tastes like salt and I don’t know how I feel about that.” But while in­tro­duc­ing Through the Eyes of a Child, she turns se­ri­ous for a few mo­ments.

“Some­times it’s hard to find peo­ple to talk to about your pain be­cause it makes us feel like a bur­den, or we are taught to feel like a bur­den when we are not happy,” she says. “I know you’re all here for a rea­son. Maybe you’re a bit like me: you’re emo­tional or you look a bit dif­fer­ent on the in­side or the out­side. This next song is for you if you’re go­ing though a hard time.”

This con­nec­tion with her au­di­ence is real and rare, but it wasn’t al­ways this way.

“In the be­gin­ning I didn’t re­ally talk be­cause I didn’t have any­thing to say,” she tells Re­view. “But then I learned that if you do talk to the au­di­ence, peo­ple tend to feel more safe and more connected to you. You show them a spe­cial thing they don’t usu­ally see un­less they go to my show. It’s like they’re my friend or I’m their friend. I do have mouth di­ar­rhoea be­cause I tend to talk way too much, but it just hap­pens. I do what I want and, at the mo­ment, I feel like talk­ing a lot.”

Aurora’s cover of the Mas­sive At­tack hit Teardrop, per­formed for Triple J’s Like a Ver­sion segment, has at­tracted nearly seven mil­lion YouTube views

There’s another as­pect of her artistry that has changed in re­cent years, too. “I used to feel ner­vous be­fore shows, but then it stopped be­cause I re­alised it’s ob­vi­ous I know what I’m doing,” she says. “I know why I’m here; I know how to do this. Now, I find it more scary to be among peo­ple or to have a one-to-one con­ver­sa­tion with some­one. I know what to do on the stage and it feels like it’s im­por­tant.”

With shows booked up to De­cem­ber, in­clud­ing an ex­ten­sive 20date tour of Norway, her re­cent Aus­tralian trip will soon be in the rear-view mir­ror. While travelling here, how­ever, she was par­tic­u­larly in­spired by our na­tive trees, which she found to be vastly dif­fer­ent com­pared with those in her home­land, so per­haps the sights and sounds of our coun­try may feed back into her fu­ture art.

Yet watching her on stage, be­fore an au­di­ence completely in tune with her voice and body, the phi­los­o­phy she out­lined in that video a few years ago comes to mind. Aurora can’t be put in a cage, be­cause she is wild and alive. Luck­ily for us, her mu­sic is not some­thing she has kept for her­self.

A Dif­fer­ent Kind of Hu­man (Step 2) is re­leased on Fri­day via Glass­note Records.

[somnim-archived]

But how can Suzuka act like a delinquent when master still hasn't installed a vending machine in Chaldea?

LUCKY FOR YOU I HAVE DONE MY RESEARCH AND KNOW THAT LAY-DUCE GAVE US VENDING MACHINES IN FGO FIRST ORDER (THAT ONLY SADLY SEEM TO HAVE WATER BOTTLES)

[theguineapig3]

This seems like a good place to stop for the night- it's recap time:

Raven. Buddy. Pal. Bestest friend. You're REALLY LUCKY that no one seems to have the guts to question what you did back at Cados. It probably helps that it's unthinkable for someone to have strong ties to both the Union and the Imperial Knights, but... somebody's gonna wonder about that eventually.

On the field between Cados and Nordopolica, I encountered squirreligles for the first time. WTF, HOW HAVE I NOT SEEN THOSE BEFORE, THEY'RE THE CUTEST THINGS???? 10/10 would battle again

What's going on with Flynnjamin? Has he been cut off from his brigade? Is he really giving these questionable orders? Has he been replaced by an EVIL TWIN??? We just don't know.

vibrates intensely "B E L I U S"

I will meet you and learn your secrets, Duce. Just you wait. As long as Karol's old posse keeps away from the mischief and tomfoolery. (Which we all know they WON'T, because that's just how this WORKS.)

We're off to see the Duce, the wonderful duce of Nordopolica... next time... next time...

[neveraloneforeverlonely]

22 Questions

Was tagged by @tumpaasaye

Nicknames: Toni by friends, one of my aunties calls me ToeToe and my sister calls me Tone

Height: 5ft 5″

Last movie I saw: US

Last thing I googled: tumblr (My phone wasnt letting me copy and paste) other than that a random number that called me

Favourite Musician: Everything Everything, Ive recently gotten back into Paramore and Im married to Justin Timberlake

Songs stuck in my head: Idle Worship - Paramore and Lucy - Ten Tonnes (but only the part where he says Lucy)

Other blogs: 1 other my original which, though was my main for most of my life, doesnt get used as often anymore

Following: 84

Followers: 123

Asks: dont get asked many so i answer them pretty much as soon as i get them so 0

Lucky number: not really lucky just numbers i like 7, 9 and 11

What are you wearing: oof, just got in from work so... my underwear

Dream job: HOUSEWIFE! I wanna stay at home and look after my babies and cook my partner dinner :3

Dream trips: Norway and back to Germany

Favourite food: Chinese, pizza, any pasta dish, roast potatos

Instruments: I can sorta play the guitar

Languages: English and a little Norwegian (not enough to hold a conversation) 

Favourite song: Idle Worship - Paramore, QOD 2 - Mallory Knox, Winter Kiss - Young Guns, Mike Duce’s Symphony No. 11 in D Minor - Lower Than Atlantis, Pusher Love Girl - Justin Timberlake, Out Of The Black - Royal Blood

Random fact: I once got a sweet stuck in the back of my nose that changed both the colour and taste of my snot to blueberry :D

Tag; @shuriquakes @ifjahisstandingbymyside @olesatthewheel @mufc1994 @bergys-nose @ander-herrera

[caduceus-tealeaf-derolo]

Comfortable Confessions

This was a request from the lovely (and ever so patient) @mamzellecombeferre who requested an Ace!Fjord drabble, with Fjorster content; This was a lovely challenge, and I loved writing it! (I am also very open to constructive criticism, especially in the realm of Ace representation, as I am not Ace myself, and wish to do the community justice.)

 Without further ado -  The incessant ticking of the clock was getting on her nerves as the afternoon droned on. Jester was never good with monotony, and even less so when she had something to look forward to. The lack of distractions in the meantime gnawed at her subconscious as she sketched idly in her book, not really seeing what she drew. The room was too warm, the ticking seeming to make the time pass even more slowly; with a huff, she threw her possessions into her bag, and marched outside. 

The winds tugged playfully at her clothing as she walked through the campus, the winter storm clouds swirling overhead and creating interesting pieces of art in her mind’s eye. The community college wasn’t terribly large, but it’s architecture was pleasing, the people who populated the grounds fairly nice, and the professors well appointed. Walking briskly through the small gardens between each proper building, Jester made her way to the theater where her “Darling Suitor” as her mama called him, would be busy rehearsing. The cramped lobby had the feeling of a lush boudoir, which was offset by a beaten couch and coffee table, an even more cramped ticket booth, and a small set of stairs on the right and left that led to the stage beyond. Plopping down on the couch, her skirts spreading out in an artful arch as her mother had taught her, Jester re-assembled her pastels and her sketchbook, turning to a fresh page. From the drawn curtains across the room her ears picked up a lilting voice profess their love for the keeper of their heart before humming a few notes, and seeming to continue on with their work. Letting out a happy sigh, she snuggled further into the couch, and pulled a small throw blanket from her bottomless bag. The soft surroundings soothed her frazzled nerves, and eventually she dozed off in safety and contentment. Minutes or hours later, as time passes differently in theaters with them being realms between, Jester was lightly jostled by firm and familiar arms. “Hey Jessie, I’m just carryin’ you to the car. No worries.” eyes shut tight, trusting the care of her boyfriend, Jester dozed off once more to the rhythmic sway of his step as he held her. Vehicle already started and warm, he clicked her into the buckle, and made sure her tail was inside the vehicle before closing the door. Jester dozed, neither awake nor asleep, but floating in the in-between. Soft warmth surrounded her, a larger, somewhat rough hand sneaking beneath the blanket to hold her own on the drive. She didn’t need to open her eyes to know that he smiled at her whenever there was a stop. “I’ll be right back, grabbing us food.” she managed to grumble out what seemed like an appropriate response, and felt his smile as he kissed her drowsy cheek. The winter wind that swirled through the warm vehicle as he left made her snuggle deeper into the reclined seat, wiggling toasty toes that sat right against the heat that was blowing on them. A frumpkin-length nap later, the door opened once more, and this time a barrage of enticing scents swirled around her. Paper bag in hand, Fjord leaned into the back seat and secured what she figured to be a take away dinner, before pulling out and driving them to their small shared apartment. Upstairs, and just enough space for the two of them and a friend if one needed a place to crash, Fjord carried first her, then their dinner and her bag up the staircase, proving once again that she was not the only strong one in the relationship. Comfortable and finally ready to exist as a person again, Fjord found her happily setting out two large bowls and two sets of ornately painted sticks at their side. Placing the large bag of food on the coffee table that also served as their dining room and studying surface, Jester dutifully scooped noodles and toppings into the bowls before pouring the piping hot and fragrant broth over them. “Thank you Jess,” the half orc smiled, tusks nearly fully grown in, “you’re wonderful.” Jester cocked a hip along with an eyebrow. “I’m wonderful? Silly, you just let me exist as a burrito for nearly an entire evening. I feel practically pampered. Here, eat while it’s still hot.” Shoving a pair of chopsticks into his hand with a small kiss to the cheek, she sat down across from him, each enjoying the other’s company. Walking through the day each of them had experienced, it was decided that while nothing in particular was bad, that they both were wearing a bit thin, and needed an evening to, as Fjord put it, ‘Get in touch with ourselves and each other.’ And so, began the great pampering. After consulting briefly with both Molly and Caduceus about what they each recommended, the pair went about their night. Sappy movies were promptly put on the laptop while they both snuggled in jammies, wearing some sort of face mask that ‘Duces said would help them both sleep better. Jester and Fjord watched Oskar and his beloved make eyes at each other, eventually culminating in a rather messy tangle of sweaty bodies, which Jester scrunched her nose at. The screen faded to black, far too late in the tiefling’s opinion, and Fjord began combing his fingers through her deep azure hair. “Jess, you’re sure you’re okay with us not.. Doing those things? You used to be pretty interested in it.” the deep twang prolonged his words, their formation so specifically him that she smiled. “No, my darling gentleman suitor, I am very very okay with not doing… Those things.” worrying her lower lip with her teeth, she rolled the topic around in her mind a moment before continuing. “Even if I were interested in doing that, having sex and things like it, I know you are not and would not ask you for it.” the appreciation in his eyes encouraged her to go on. “And also, I have found a freedom in not having sex be a thing that is expected of me. For my mother, it is her business, her trade, and she is rightfully proud of it.  Though, as much as I know about it, especially through her, I am not sure if I could separate the act from the mindset of ‘work’ at this point. It would be like if I sold my art, instead of giving it away. It would sap out all of the joy in creating.” Her partner nodded, moving fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp in small circles that felt particularly good around the base of her horns. “Boy am I lucky to have landed you, little missy.” “Ditto, dear suitor, now, let’s watch another one - apparently this movie is about a magical school.” The two holding each other, small kisses and snuggles exchanged throughout the rest of the evening, they each found comfort in the arms of the other, and eventually fell asleep.

[business-name-ideas]

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In the past, Tiki bars were always full of fun and merriment. But as the world changed, so did the names at these establishments. The names of these places are now being used in all kinds of contexts.

Tiki Bar Name Generator

Tiki Bar is a Japanese hot-springs bar chain. It has become very famous in the US and Europe. The name Tiki Bar was created by an American team that came up with the idea of a bar named after a tropical island. They used this as inspiration for their name, which is now widely used worldwide.

Corner Crafts

Crimson Lounge

Olde 99

Drunken Doozy

For the Table

Hotspot Winery

Liquor Lounge

The Shout! House

Supreme Saloon

Lone Palm

Styx Sports Bar

Triangle Pub

Club Deluxe

Royale Lounge

Elixir

Wave Bar

Creative Names for a Bar

Hi Dive Bar

The Duce

Freed Bar

Classic Tiki Bar Names

In the 1960s, the Tiki Bar was a popular bar in Hawaii. The name of this bar is so iconic that it has been used for decades in various forms of media. The name was first introduced in the "Hawaii Advertiser" newspaper and later became a name for any kind of bar.

The word tiki has been used as an adjective to describe any kind of bar or pub. This is because tiki bars were also known as "Tiki-Lika" or "Tikilika" which means "bar with small walls". This can be understood by saying that these bars were not very big and had no walls around them. They were open on all sides and had an open feel to them.

First Round

Moon Valley Grill

Shorty’s

Peers and Beers

Tavern Law

The Aviary

Pluto Wine N’ Grille

Beer o’clock

Friends Bar

The Mighty

Upper East Bar

Star Bar

Animal Bar

The Crescent Lounge

Duchess Tavern

Clever Names for a Bar

The Merry Mixologists

One for the Road

The Milk Room

Met Cafe & Bar

Backyard Tiki Bar Names

The goal of this article is to provide you with a list of Tiki Bar Names.

We have compiled a list of 100+ tiki bar names that will help you find the perfect name for your backyard tiki bar. We hope that this article helps you find the perfect name for your backyard tiki bar.

Conga Bar

Midnight Lounge

Barista Brewery

Beer Parlor

Twin Peaks Tavern

The Brewseum

Lucky 13

Double A

Butter Bar Company

Hooverville Bar

Blue Haven Bar

The Boardroom

The Monk’s Kettle

Zoo Bar Company

Funky roadhouse

Welcome Home

Future Bar

Craft Corner

Neon Midnight

Mystical Midnight

Tiki Bar Names Reddit

Tiki bars are a great place to go out and have a drink with friends. They are the perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

A tiki bar is a type of bar that usually serves exotic cocktails, such as mai tais or piña coladas. The name comes from the Polynesian word "tikis" which means carved wooden figures. It was popularized in the US in 1934 by Ernest Raymond Beaumont-Gantt, who considered it to be an "exotic drink for exotics".

Tiki bars can also be called “Polynesian restaurants” or “Polynesian lounges” because they often feature Hawaiian music and decor. This includes tiki statues, totem poles, masks

Fat Angel

Cave Lounge

Secret Spot

Monty’s Sunset

Retro Names for a Bar

Mongoose Versus Cobra

The Drink Guys

Kings Beer

Desire Lounge

The Outpost

The Secret Saloon

Wish You Were Beer

Dynasty Bar

Counter Club

Floor 13 Rooftop Bar

Beer Garden

The Billy Goat Tavern

The Kegdom

The Kitchen Club

Leather Lounge

Exotic Bar Names

Exotic bar names can be a great way to market your bar. It can also be a great way of getting attention from people in the area. However, there are some things that you should consider before naming your bar.

You should consider the type of clientele that you want to attract with your name. You also need to think about whether or not you want to use an exotic or an English name for your bar. Finally, you should make sure that you have a catchy and memorable name for your establishment.

Barbarossa Lounge

Acclaimed Vintages Wine Tastings

The Garage

The Snug

Beaker & Gray

The Ladies’ Room

The Library Sports Bar

The Beehive

Bloodhound

Fantasy Bar

The ScapeGoat

Bonus Round

The Dirty Rabbit

Mission Bar

Blue Paradise

Midnight Tonic

Seven Grand

Purdy Lounge

Silver Pony Bar & Grill

Smuggler’s Cove

Backyard Bar Names

This article is all about the best names for a backyard bar.

The first thing you need to do is pick out a name that reflects your personality, or the type of bar you want to create.

If you're looking for some inspiration, here are some great names:

- The Backyard Bar

- The Outdoor Pub

- The Garden Lounge

- The Patio Pub

Another Name For Tiki Bar

A tiki bar is a bar that specializes in tropical drinks and cocktails.

In the past, a tiki bar was often a stand-alone building with an open front and roof, but today it can also be found in restaurants, hotels, or other establishments.

Olive or Twist

Bottle Boys

Bubba’s Sulky Lounge

95 Slide

Delight)

No Holds Barred

Dark House Tavern

Drink and Delight

Hard Times & Misery Saloon

Cantina

Pit Stop Place

Madison Pub

Third Rail

Brew Inn

Atomic Liquors

Boxcar Ale House

Moon Work

Boogie Bar

Living Lounge

Gusto Brewery

Island Bar Names

The island bar names are usually the name of the island or some of its features. Some examples are "The Coral Island Bar" and "Hibiscus Island Bar."

Pizza Bar

The Corner

The Box Lounge

Black Market

Vineyard Harvest Wine Bar

Blue Dawn Cavern LLC

KUSH

Hogwash

Time for Drinks

The Red, White, and Brew

Tin ‘n’ Lint

Sip and Savor

Hazlewood

Beyond the Crush Winery

WunderBar

The Dressing Room

Progress Bar

Honor Amongst Thieves

Cinch Saloon

Liberty Tiki Bar

Introduction:

Island bar names are usually the name of the island or some of its features. Some examples are "Coral Island Bar" and "Hibiscus Island Bar."

Conclusion

Tiki bars are a popular trend in the United States. The following are some of the conclusions that can be drawn from this section:

-Tiki bars are a popular trend in the United States.

-Tiki bars usually have a specific theme to them, such as tropical or Polynesian.

-Some tiki bar names may include "The Lost Tiki Lounge," "The Tonga Hut," or "The Tiki Bar and Grille."

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Capitulation Letters or Unconditional Surrender Diary or White Flag as the title of a recovered war fantasy novel written by Julius Evola during the Allied invasion of the Republic of Salò. The main character is Otto Weininger, a proto-fascist philosopher and herald against the holocaust in the same sense of D'Annunzio, a supporting character, being beyond The Poet, beyond a one-eyed fighter pilot, the First Duce from the Italian Regency of Carnaro, a formally breaked up italian territory by the first Allies, and also against the Axis. Carlo Michelstaedter, another protagonist star, whose striking feat of reconciling erudition, free thought and pessimism led him to shoot himself after having obeyed his father who demanded his degree, along with Weininger, both actually lucky suicides who didn’t even experienced the First World War hence concentration camp escapees, became the initial summoned ghosts in a kind of occultist séance, the scenario throughtout the whole pugnacious book. Evola disowned the astray manuscript after becoming paralytic during the continuous fascist defeat and improbability of another political reform in the same way like Mussolini's last attempt. Albeit there is no one who does not feel sorry for the vain efforts of Skorzeny in the rescue even witnessed by Evola himself, this is the description of the political atmosphere and of the accident according to his autobiography The Path of Cinnabar:

"[...]In Rome, therefore, at the time of the German occupation, I made a secret attempt to establish a 'Movement for the Rebirth of Italy'. Involved in this project, among others, were Senator Carlo Costamagna - whom I had worked with in the past - and the Senator and former Minister, Balbino Giuliano. The purpose of our Movement, which after the war would have become a political party, would have been analogous to that of the Movimento Sociale Italiano - although our own Movement would have been conceived in more traditionalist terms as an expression of the Right devoid of one-sided references to Fascism (the negative as well as positive aspects of which we would have taken into account). Our political project came to an end at the time of the Allied occupation of Rome for a number of reasons (apparently, including an act of betrayal). I ought to have stayed in Rome, but the force of events led me away from the capital. I then crossed the frontier and moved to Vienna, where I had been summoned, by way of northern Italy. In the Austrian city, a similar political project was underway as the one which had failed in Rome. However, not long before the Russian occupation of the city, a bombing raid caused an injury to my spinal cord. The injury, which appeared lethal at first, caused the partial paralysis of my lower limbs."

 "I thus found myself confined to hospital. Such an accident, no doubt, was not unrelated to a rule I had long chosen to follow: not to avoid, but, on the contrary, to seek dangers as a tacit way of putting fate to the test. For this very reason, in the past, I had pursued mountain climbing at dangerous altitudes. I remained faithful to this very principle during the war, when a world was crumbling and the future was shrouded in uncertainty. The accident I fell victim to, however, lent itself to no obvious explanation. Not much changed in my life following the accident, as my handicap was merely physical: aside from the practical disadvantages, and the limitations it entailed from the point of view of my profane existence, the handicap hardly bothered me, for my spiritual and intellectual work remained unaffected by the accident. In my heart, I have always thoroughly subscribed to the traditional doctrine I often quoted in my writing, which teaches that we have wished all relevant events in our life before our birth. I could not, therefore, avoid applying such a doctrine to the aforementioned event. To remember why I had wished such an accident upon myself, and to understand its most profound significance, is what truly mattered in my eyes - more than 'recovery' itself (something I cared little about). (Besides, as I saw it, had I been capable of grasping the 'memory' of such a wish by the light of knowledge, I would no doubt also have been capable of removing the physical handicap itself - if I had wished to do so.) To this day, however, the fog which clouds my memory has yet to lift. For the time being, I have come to adapt myself to the circumstances. Occasionally, I am humorously led to believe that it is gods who might be responsible for the situation, having used a little too much force when playing with me." 

Thankfully, the discoverers of this lost relic avoided public rejection due to the long gap between the posthumous find and his passing away. By the way it should be interesting to note that his fathomless disillusionment with the State since his frustrations with the Italian Social Republic led him to the defeatism from within modernity of Ride the Tiger: A Survival Manual for the Aristocrats of the Soul but staying true to the spirit of Revolt Against the Modern World. Throughout the post-war period Italy's sunken circumstances rendered Evola a Stylite, even because of the involuntary asceticism of his misfortune, amongst ancient roman ruins and modern fascism debris and solely a telepath (one of his esoteric themes) could know his thoughts during the mute decade that lasted from his autobiography until his farewell book Meditations on the Peaks: Mountain Climbing as Metaphor for the Spiritual Quest. Thus what can be said for sure about him is that he finally arrived at a Conservative revolutionary right wing anarchism looking forward to whatever will turn up later on in relation to the regrets of prodigality and irreversibility of the dissipation of losses or waste of energy.

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Episode 307

Comic Reviews:

Batman Secret Files: Signal by Tony Patrick, Christian Duce, Luis Guerrero

Justice League Infinity 1 by J.M. DeMatteis, James Tucker, Ethen Beavers, Nick Filardi

Amazing Spider-Man Annual 2 by Karla Pacheco, Jed MacKay, Eleonora Carlini, Juan Ferreyra, Erick Arciniega

Extreme Carnage Alpha by Phillip Kennedy Johnson, Manuel Garcia, Cam Smith, Marc Deering, Roberto Poggi, Guru eFX

X-Men 1 by Gerry Duggan, Pepe Larraz, Marte Gracia

Red Sonja: Black, White, Red 1 by Mark Russell, Cat Staggs, Ben Dewey, Amanda Deibert, Kurt Busiek

Disney's Doorways to Danger OGN by Tom Angleberger, Jeffrey Harvey

Ordinary Gods 1 by Kyle Higgins, Jana Tropper, Felipe Watanabe, Frank William

Skybound X 1 by Robert Kirkman, Chris Dingess, Tille Walden, James Harren, Matthew Roberts, Ryan Ottley, Cliff Rathburn, Dave McCaig, Dave Stewart

Fight Girls 1 by Frank Cho, Sabine Rich

Masters of the Universe: Revelation 1 by Rob David, Tim Sheridan, Kevin Smith, Mindy Lee, Rico Renzi

Black's Myth 1 by Eric Palicki, Wendell Cavalcanti

Clans of Belari 1 by Peter Blackie, Rob Blackie, Daniel Maine, Carlos Lopez

Mamo 1 by Sas Milledge, Marie Soledad, Belle Murdoch

Tales Told in Technihorror 1 by Kiyarn Taghan, Christian DiBari, Simon Gough

Orcs in Space 1 and 2 by Michael Tanner, Abed Gheith, Rasha Gheith, Justin Roiland

The Lord of Dirt 1 by Dean Garris

Additional Reviews: Lucky Devil, Fragment by Warren Fahy, Loki ep5, Black Widow, Fear Street part 2, Monsters at Work, Good, Bart, and Loki, Owl House ep5

News: Jackman returning to Wolverine?, Omninews, Loeb and Sale back for more Long Halloween, Deep Target Aquaman mini, Tom King Human Target book with Greg Smallwood, Black Panther series delayed to October, Something is Killing the Children Netflix show with Mike Flanagan, Amphibia/Owl House crossover, Rabbittcon 2021

Am it Glenn?

Trailers: Encanto, What If?, American Horror Stories

Comics Countdown:

Nice House on the Lake 2 by James Tynion IV, Alvaro Martinez Bueno, Jordie Bellaire

Nocterra 5 by Scott Snyder, Tony Daniel, Tomeu Morey

Wynd 8 by James Tynion IV, Michael Dialynas

Good Asian 3 by Pornsak Pichetshote, Alexandre Tefenkgi

Disney's Doorways to Danger OGN by Tom Angleberger, Jeffrey Harvey

Swamp Thing 5 by Ram V, John McCrea, Mike Spicer

Batman 110 by James Tynion IV, Ricardo Lopez Ortiz, Jorge Jimenez, Romulo Fajardo Jr, Tomeu Morey

Mamo 1 by Sas Milledge, Marie Soledad, Belle Murdoch

Ordinary Gods 1 by Kyle Higgins, Jana Tropper, Felipe Watanabe, Frank William

Immortal Hulk 48 by Al Ewing, Joe Bennett, Belardino Brabo, Ruy Jose, Paul Mounts

Check out this episode!

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(8 September) Today, the leader of Rapid București during the 60s, Dan Coe was born 79 years ago. Born in Bucharest, he started football at FC Rapid 1923 where he played for ten years more than 200 official matches in all competitions, reaching the peak of his career - the championship and two Balkans Cups.

Beside that, he was one of the lucky players who had the chance to play in the West, for two seasons in Belgium at Dag Royal Antwerp FC, before retiring at Galați, the same period when Tudorel Stoica played his first part of his career before going to Steaua.

He represented his country at the 1964 Summer Olympics and at the 1970 FIFA World Cup, where he had Pelé as direct opponent on the pitch in the group match between Brazil and Romania. His father Duce Coe was also a footballer and captain of Sportul Studențesc.

In 1981, he settled in Cologne, West Germany as a political refugee. Shortly after an interview on Radio Free Europe/Radio Liberty, Coe was found dead in his apartment on 19 October 1981. The paramedics tried everything possible to reanimate him (open chest cardiac reanimation).

His wife and his daughter found him legcuffed and handcuffed hanging in his apartment in Cologne. It was subsequently claimed that he was killed at the behest of the Romanian Securitate, but this has never been proved.