#the patreon doesnt make me feel ANY BETTER

[crustyfloor]

Till's fucking demeanor here kills me he just looks 5 times more exhausted than he did in round 7, he really is a man with absolutely nothing left to lose and nothing left to gain, a conflicted storm of emotion, he's so heavily restrained too, but it's a sign he's still alive, kicking and screaming as he always does. It gives me hope that this round won't be completely in Luka's favor and given that they are both on equal footing skill-wise, this will be a round of Alien stage in its most primal state, a coin flip between life or death, who will and who won't. ..

I think they're both restrained and on a stage with both of their attributes to express that, neither of them has a best over the other. So this is just COMPLICATED.

(this is the most hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby pairing ever MIZI PLEASEEEEEEEE. I also...hate how they took his earrings out..)

[hekkoto]

Nature is masterpiece in every bit of it <3 Ye, the other side of my arts – photos of flowers >XD there is nothing in between ;D I feel like I start better understanding myself. And more important, I accept that who I am is normal and I shouldnt try to fit in at any cost. I might be different but that isnt wrong, I will just have different life than majority of people. Its good that I found people who wanna keep me company on that path. My poor health and disability doesnt mean I must suffer my whole lifetime. I will have more limitations but I can work around it :> btw, I didnt knew that half of my personality are autistic traits >XD thats one of things I wanna get diagnosed cause Im sure I have it ;p good side of being diagnosed is that you know what you should accept, how to overcome some things and sometimes you might need meds or therapy Its funny to see how unrealistic expectations people had for me, no surprise that I wasnt able to met them as my disability or bad health were never treated seriously >XD bruh, I would never be good enough cause nobody cared about how I felt and if Im able to do it. If I would have needed help and if people would show me empathy stuff could go sooo different. But that doesnt matter, maybe my childhood was Hell at least now I can do things to make things better ^^ Im quite tired of pretending my whole life. Now when I think about it only next to few people Im able to be myself instead being actress in this depressing movie called my life >XD like most of people get this version of me that trying to be strong and happy and look almost perfect when it comes to how I behave and talk with them. But in reality Im different, I have a lot of pain inside me and I dont allow people to see my true face anymore ;-; Im slowly working on stuff ^^ I need few doctors appointments, there are small meet ups in Warsaw on Friday and Saturday but I hope to spam you with art soon ;p wanna support my evil dark empire? Im accepting souls on Patreon and Ko-fi! -> Hekkoto Huge thanks to all of my Patrons and people who donate <3

[the-kipsabian]

KO-FI UPDATE!!

its very small and brief for now but just so it doesnt get overwhelming im updating things a little bit at the time, but!!

monthly subscriptions are now available!!

you basically get two scribble drawing requests a month (which is a euro cheaper than it would be to buy commissions!!) and little sneak peek wips, previews, writing snippets and whatever other behind the scenes stuff i figure out before everyone else!

its not a lot, but its just to show support and give back a little bit to those who choose to sub. im not about hiding content behind a paywall (which is why i figured ko-fi works better for this than patreon actually cause ko-fi doesnt keep everything hidden forever so its perfect, its just a little incentive to get ppl to maybe sub to see little bit extra a bit earlier <3) so i just wanted to give something special that i might not post otherwise

i might add other things to this later, i dont want to make bigger tiers or anything tho but ko-fi gives you an option to sub for more than the set minimum so hey. if thats your jam i love you

anyways yeah so this is a thing now. if nobody subs, no big deal! it literally doesnt affect my current posting or creating, i post whatever i make over here still and over there as per usual, it might if someone does sub so i have to start saving and sharing mid-work things more frequently lol, but yeah. this is just in case someone feels like it, likes my stuff and wants to see a little bit extra - and wants to make sure they get art they'd love to see, as while i often do ask for scribble requests, i cant always guarantee them. this will do that tho

also a side note, yes commissions are closed for a hot second while i get my footing back with my art stuff - so sorry to those who are waiting on anything, im aiming to clear everything in the upcoming first few weeks now that i have time and everything finally works again in my favor. and when my backlog is clear, comms will be opened again, but more about that later. in case youre interested, just lemme know and i can ping you when the time comes!!

apart from that uuuh yeah. thats about it, but i wanted to ask if someone has any ideas they'd like to see me implement on ko-fi either as a reward or comm option or anything else, lemme know!!

and yes. sticker store will be going live later as well. for now, if youre interested in those, shoot me a dm!!

thank you, happy new year, lets try new stuff for 2023 💜

[gaydelgard]

@ember-lily YES ive seen it compared to and have been comparing it to homestuck.

it worked well in act 1 i think act 1 is great BUT there's a reason he stopped doing it in subsequent acts.

also homestucks format suits this much better being told as though through an actual game

this is just a story with no meta layer to support the audience participation

at least not where im at maybe it gets more meta later

which is also why im actually coming around to being disappointed they apparently stop using the dice noises later in. it actually DOES increase my immersion to hear the dice noises, it DOES actually make me feel more connected to the audience inclusion elements

which i told @windsroad was crazy of them to make as a claim just yesterday

but now that im getting farther and farther in and have my sea legs under me vis a vis setting and conventions of the style/format i realize they were right actually?? which im just now realizing as i type this

of note also is that this time the audience participation is behind a paywall (patreon) which doesnt sit completely right with me in a way i cant quite articulate? on the surface i dont really have any objections to this at all. its a barrier but a reasonable one i actually think. except that as someone NOT participating and without access to any window into that participation it genuinely is negatively impacting the storytelling and my experience of it

its just that watching somebody else read a choose your own adventure book and make all the decisions is maybe not as fun as they think it is

[enden-k]

As long as you're transparent about posting inconsistently you can still set up a patreon. Plenty of people just like to be able to throw a few dollars towards artists they like, even if it doesn't necessarily mean any extra content. If you're still unsure a ko-fi might work better?

i have a kofi but i removed the link a year ago or so, so people stop tipping me bc i always feel ashamed/embarrassed when people tip me for my art. i kinda have self worth issues so im a little reluctant about accepting money for my art ig. thats also why i dont take comms anymore (the only thing that doesnt make me feel uncomfortable and anxious is the fanbook thing i suggested a few days ago so...hm)

[jeffchats]

I’m so over Jeff constantly being over dramatic to excuse his lack of patreon obligations. in the patreon comments he said he had a breakdown and that it would be all explained in the Lana podcast. In the Lana pod he said he was at the dermatologist earlier that same day and he found out he had skin cancer. Then he backtracked and said he had it removed and had to wait for the results to come back from the lab. So in reality he was not told he had skin cancer as a doctor cannot give you a cancer diagnosis before the lab biopsy results come back. FYI, a lot of moles and lumps in the skin can have look cancerous and not be cancerous at all or some can have pre cancerous cells or be skin cancer and once you remove it you are perfectly fine and cancer free. Its soooooooooooo dramatic to tell people you have skin cancer when you literally only had the lump removed earlier that day and the lab has not even tested it yet. He had been MIA and not giving any updates before he filmed with Lana so he just being dramatic and making excuses as usual. The one thing that is consistant with Jeff is that when he slacks on patreon he doesnt aploogize, he always makes excuses that will make everybody feel sorry for him. Its always “oh poor Jeff”. He knew about that lump on his shoulder because he mentioned it in the hot tub stream when they were in utah. I’m sorry, Im not being harsh, I have a family history of skin cancer too and mental health and I’m not falling for the ”poor Jeff” excuses anymore. He was able to go on a romantic getaway after also being in Miami and New York this month so he cant be that bad with his mental health and “cancer”. I have all the sympathy in the world for his eye injury and what he went through but the ”poor Jeff” excuses for lack of patreon obligations happens every month now. Remember when he was partying in Vegas and then used the mental health excuse too? Remember all the other months he has used that excuse when he was also travelling and living his best life? Ive supported him for years but he is taking advantage of his fans and its sad that he continaully thinks it ok to take our money and let us down.

Your feelings are totally valid. It threw me off when he kind of and the boys laughed at the cancer thing..also the fact that he was saying he had it without confirmation of it being cancer. As for mole removing and what not it’s pretty normal to get moles removed as precaution. And the whole “none of you told me about it” thing was really unnecessary. His fans as far as I know aren’t his personal doctors or therapists, it’s not our responsibility, lol. I can see where you’re coming from with the excuses because yeah he does have excuses a lot for his lack of accountability on Patreon and the endless promises of “it’ll be better next month” and “I’ll make up for it next month”. I’m sure we can all agree we’ve heard that far too many times. 😬 That being said, I am all for Jeff taking time off, going on vacation, and living his best life. I am all for it and he deserves that time to be selfish and do what he wants. But he made an obligation when he chose to accept money in advance and he should fulfill his end of the business transactions. If he can’t, then he should refund fans. There’s no way he thinks no one was going to notice.

[spudinacup]

Hiiii! Me again. So i noticed that ur post of sugonewrong said it was the last one. But on ur sight for the comic it doesnt match the story line. I know u have the rest on a other site but that site wants me to pay in order to access it. The last photo i downloaded from that comic was when pink steven stood up and bubbled his fists.

Okay, a few things here. 

Downloaded? 

Why are you downloading my comic? 

If you’re intending on reposting it to a different site or your own account, I am going to put a hard stop on that and direct you to the place on my pages where I am practically begging ON EVERY POST that people not do this very thing. 

If you’re simply saving it for offline viewing and have no intention of posting the comic elsewhere then that’s fine and dandy. You do you, have a good day and I appreciate you respecting my artistic property and boundaries. 

As for the other site you mentioned, I assume you’re speaking of my Patreon. 

To clarify any confusion, I post a page ahead of my Tumblr on there as a perk of my patrons for supporting my work! It is not a glitch or an error at all but an intentional set up on my part! It’d only cost $1 USD to join and you can stop whenever you want to avoid the reoccurring payments on such a thing. If you are not willing to pay the $1 USD fee that’s A-oKAY! Buuuuuuut, you will simply have to wait until it is posted. 

The comic incomplete in its storyline because it is ongoing and far from finished, so as stated before, you’ll just have to wait. I started working on this mid-October so it's not even half a year old at this point. 

If you were saying you couldn't find the comic in its current public entirety, please go to the archive blog: @suaugonewrong​

You will have to scroll on a mobile, on a computer it does have navigation controls. 

As for the Patreon and making you pay for a new page before its public: 

This comic is nearing 50 pages, and I fully expect that by the end of chapter 2 it will be there. What some folks don’t understand is that I am a professional and working to make a living off of doing this kind of work. This comic is a for-fun project of mine to work on my page production and practice my craft. I am highlighting the term ‘for fun.’ 

 I have charged $200 a page before in prior jobs. 

That is for the sketch, the lineart, and the coloring. 

So with what I have posted alone at the conclusion of chapter 2: 

That is approximately $10,000 worth of FREE CONTENT. 

Asking a $1 for folks to view pages before they’re public isn’t even a significant fraction of what I’d be making on an actual job. 

Now...I’m gonna be a bit frank here, and if I’m misinterpreting your comment I do sincerely apologize for my harsh tone but as it reads currently it does sound a bit... I don’t have a better word aside from entitled. I get a lot of messages and deal with frequent thefts that are people feeling they have a right to my work because it is online, or that I am required to continue to make the content for them for free. I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t started to wear on me or become legitimately upsetting that folks treat me and my content like that. I’ve had people genuinely upset with me for having a Patreon for my art and having the audacity to post a page ahead of the public rather than just providing it to them outright and doing the horrific thing of making them wait. 

So, I admit, my feathers are somewhat fluffed here by this ask but it is far from only you that I am bringing this up about. So please don’t think this is all on you or this singular question.I am glad you like my comic and I’m glad you’re eager for more, but if you’re not willing to support me while I create this comic then you will simply have to wait like everyone else for the content.

[bladekindeyewear]

Blogging the new hs^2 bonus side material!  I’ll be as light as possible on partial-screenshots and quotes from this except where it’s potentially plot-important, as you’re supposed to be a Patreon contributor to see it.

Thousands gather in the cold of the planet's capital for the most important event in Earth C's political history. JANE CROCKER is due to be sworn in as president.

Ahh, so some of the Bonus material is covering what’s happening in Meat Earth C--

One of the world's biggest celebrities sits behind the swearing-in, drunk as a skunk. The masses don't know this, but the two of them represent the only Creators left on their planet, abandoned by its makers to Crockerian rule.

--while the others are out on their trip?  Hot damn!

Does this mean ALL the human players left to chase down Prince Dirk except for Jake and Jane???

I knew Kanaya and Jade were part of the chase party, but didn’t know they brought Dave.  Did Karkat go, too?  Calliope???  It only says Creators, and if taken literally that only means the human ones?

This is all especially important because it means ROXY WENT ON THE TRIP YAAAAY MORE ROXY!!!  I will always take as much Roxy of any gender that we can get.  That and, you know, awake goddamn Jade.  WAKE THE FUCK UP JADE.

--Oh, also this means that the trip pals don’t plan on time traveling back to the point where they left, if/when they get back here.

Man, it hurt to type that “if”.

> ==>

Huh... Jake doesn’t SOUND that drunk.

Wait, is that Jake’s hair’s silhouette?  I thought it said he sits “behind” the swearing in, not in the crowd in front?

DIRK: (Hey. Is this seat taken?)

God damnit.  Brain Ghost Dirk can’t keep his fingers out from even THIS OTHER Jake’s day??

> ==>

--That old troll makes me feel uncomfortable somehow.  Not sure why.

> ==>

JAKE: (Surprised you didn't questionably jet off with your brain ghost daughter, too.) DIRK: (I don't think I have one of those.)

Oh huh.  I guess everyone is in the loop on what Prince Dirk did, though not necessarily the full import of it beyond the skeeviness.

> ==>

That troll smile is fucking uncomfortable.  And, yeah, Jake’s depicted as drunk here imageways, too.

Have I mentioned how much having these PANELS and all this soft art goes to soothing the impact of the horrible stuff that continues to happen?  Because it really does.  It really felt MUCH, much worse when it was all in serif text and nothing else to soften just how anguished everyone was looking and feeling.  Damn those epilogues...

JAKE: (Thats how you can tell youre not the real mccoy. Youre bothering to ask what i think.) DIRK: (I think you're very drunk. I'm not even real and I can smell the whiskey from here.)

Yeah, he’d have a hard time standing up to you this easily sober, you jackass.

> ==>

JAKE: (Im sure shes doing great. Shes got some good ideas you know.) JANE: I want to address this issue. JANE: I have no tolerance whatsoever for xenophobia. JANE: BUT, JAKE: (Oh goddammit i think i really messed up.)

Ppfpfffff. That’s pretty funny. ...How does Jake get SMARTER when he’s intoxicated??

(EDIT: sonntam points out, since I was too lazy to think about it: "you know how it is with Jake: deep inside he understands everything, but then willfully conceils that knowledge from himself because it means confronting uncomfortable truths. but when drunk the filters go away.")

JAKE: (I just hope theres some way to undo this damned mess that the you that doesnt live in my head got all of us into.)

Hmm... we might get some glimpses into BGD’s motivations, here.  Assuming this BGD and the other one aren’t two separate splinters with limited ability to share thought.

(Someone asked in my inbox why Brain Ghost Dirk shouldn’t be exactly the same as Prince Dirk if Prince Dirk is “all of himself”.  Think of a Venn Diagram that instead of two intersecting circles, is a tiny circle completely inside a giant circle:  Prince Dirk is accessing just about all of his “essence of self” across creation, but that goes mostly one way unless his other selves allow it, like the one who committed suicide in Candy to grant his other self more relevance did because he’d been onboard with the same plan from before the branching point.  Prince Dirk can pull from the rest of himself as an Ultimate Self, but Brain Ghost Dirk is still just a splinter.  Still a discrete self not necessarily sharing the mind of the rest of the whole.  Just like how we’ve had other “Ultimate Selves” who have gained access to their entire Heart, like RoboDave/Rose or Jasprosesprite^2, but their wills haven’t bled into their other separate selves and iterations. )

> ==>

Speaking of... Jasprose^2 I’m assuming, interrupting the ceremonies??  From the title and the colors involved here.  (This was the panel I glimpsed while I was browsing tumblr earlier, before I started read/blogging this bonus.)

Wait, if this is their doing-- hm.  Let me wait to confirm before going on that ramble:

> ==>

Pffff.  This newspaper... I’m not going to cap it all for those of you who haven’t paid into the bonus tier but there are so many gems.  The “Barack Obama Memorial White House” jesus christ Dave I KNOW that was your doing and it is BRILLIANT.

Hm, so that creepy asshole troll was the Vice Pres.  And he HAS to be an asshole since he was willing to run with the Xenophobe to give her a better license to power.  He’ll probably do some shit in her absence that Jake or other neglected non-Creator characters have to do some sideplot stuff to remedy.

And-- Oh!

That’s the last page so far.

Well.  There’s no confirmation that this for-sure WAS Jasprose’s doing, but if it WAS her...

Well, keep in mind that said Jasprose -- while capricious -- also has the knowledge and feelings of Rose Lalonde’s entire timeline-spanning essence and Heart... without Prince Dirk being at all close enough to delude or manipulate her mind the way he’s been doing to the PROPER Ultimate Rose.

Meaning Jasprose may very well know just how fucking hoodwinked her other self is, and has the power to REALLY fuck with Prince Dirk’s plans for Earth C in his absence.  Or at least make Jane’s presidency a little less catastrophic than Dirk was recklessly going to let it be.  Suck it, Dirk!

I’m predicting Jane will be put through some serious hijinks and tomfoolery.  With a boundary-less sprite uncomfortably flirting with her all the way.  Let’s hope this bonus story is planned to give us a bit more hope for the state of the Earth whoever survives this Dirkchase is going to, hopefully, come back to. As much hope as we want to have... in Candy, and here, Jake is right there to help solve the problem, but on the trip chasing Prince Dirk? They kind of left Hope behind...

[mysmedrabbles]

RFA+Minor Trio Reacting to an MC in the Mafia

requested: y e s 

a/n: listen,,,,, im a huge sucker for mafia au’s ,, and perhaps i’ll upload a full story with all of them on Patreon! So stay tuned for that one! Definitely more mafia AU type things coming soon though  if you want to see more mysme mafia and want to support my work, feel free to buy me a coffee!

warnings: vanderwoods is really good

-Prohibition-Era Italian Mafia mod Alex 

Jumin

- corporate heir of a multi-million won company married to the runaway child- now mafia member? my god what a cliche

-it’d originally been a few weeks before he’d planned to propose when he suddenly realized that he had... never actually met your family? He’d always figured that you’d tell him when you felt comfortable enough, or when you felt like it, but he genuinely wanted to propose, to marry you and make you his, however he felt he needed your fathers approval, something.

-he’s surprisingly calm when you tell him the truth, that you’d run away from home at a young age and upon asking for a job at the local bar, as anything, someone who works in the back and does inventory, trash person, anything, you’d found out that this bar was a front for a mafia organization, who’d promptly adopted you and taken care of you ever since 

-you’re not sure what kind of reaction you expected from him, but you receive none, only an understanding nod and a question, same as before, “Can I meet them?”

-the next day you take him down to where you work, a lovely little rustic bar downtown. 

-he notices as you visibly relax when you take him into the back, smile spreading on your face as you greet various members cheerfully, a reluctant grin, changing to a threatening frown when they noticed Jumin holding your hand and following you to the back

-you’re not expecting the meeting to go well, pacing around the door, where your boss, is privately speaking to Jumin, hand placed firmly on your grip of your gun, finger threateningly over the safety lock, ready to fire if something bad went down

-so you’re exceedingly surprised when the two come back out on an embrace, chuckling as they greet you. waving the two of you off with a genuinely kind smile, you turn to Jumin, demanding an explanation as you get back into the car.

- “Jumin?????” you gesture wildly, inviting the explanation.

- “Yes dear? - Home, Driver Kim please” he nods in Driver Kims direction.

-He gives no explanation, knowing it’s going to drive you insane, only says, “We’re having dinner with your family next week by the way.”

-corporate mafia family

Jaehee

-her dream, to own her own cafe, with you! her love, her joy, her future wife!

-so she can’t understand you when you’re extremely hesitant to leave your job, what looked like a? boring bartending job?

-she knew there was something you weren't telling her, and she ends up figuring it out herself, putting two and two together, using various news reports about the bar, mixed with information (or lack thereof) of the manager of the place

-she stomps up to you in a cold but angry manner, and thrusts a piece of paper in your hands, a list of collected evidence. “Tell me you’re not part of a gang MC.”

-her voice is scarily cold, but hints of tears that threaten to swallow her whole still manage to reflect through her voice.

-you explain your story, the whole ordeal since you ran away until you found the job, to how they all took care of you, and hey its not like you were the most powerful one, you were moreso like the little sibling of the group, still having skills but never in any direct danger.

-she doesnt speak to you for two days, “contemplating the information” (aka making you feel guilty for hiding this)

-when she sees just how broken down and sad you are as you get into bed, movements sluggish as you flop into the comfort of your shared bed, it finally makes her realize that,, this was something you had chosen as a child and even if she wasn’t okay with it, it wasn’t her choice to make. This was your family and she had to respect that. 

-biting on the inside of her lip, she slips next to you, pulling you towards her silently. resting your head on her chest, you look up at her hopefully, “does this mean I’m forgiven?”

-the ghost of a smile graces her face as she closes her eyes, “We’ll see tomorrow. Lets sleep for now y/n.”

-when jaehee meets the crew its a lovely spring night and,, well,,,, basically they end up scared of her and you’ve never been more in love with the woman sitting across from you at the dinner table

Yoosung

-nonononononono his sweet baby angel cant be in the mafia

-the fact that you’re you know,, a part of the mafia doesn’t even register in yoosungs brain, his main concern is that you’ll get hurt, that something will happen to you in the line of duty and you won't come home

-you assure him that you’re mainly the person who talks to the targets beforehand, gathering intel and helping prepare for the missions

-you dont necessarily tell him much about anything or anyone, preferring to keep him in the dark, for his own safety

-of course you’d mentioned Yoosung to Byung-Hee, the mafia boss and your paternal figure, but he’d never thought much of Yoosung; that is until Yoosung bursts into the storage rom of the bar, and with around 15 different guns pointed at him, he threatens Byung-Hee, that if he ever dare let anything happen to you, he’d come in and kill him himself, using his medical knowledge to make his death look like an accident

-Byung-Hee is,, amused. Yoosung is not threatening in the least, but the dedication it took to march into mafia headquarters uninvited and threaten the leader while thirteen different people had their guns trained directly at him,,, shit takes guts

-All he does is nod, extending his hand to shake Yoosungs, who is,, extremely confused. When Yoosung’s hand reached Byung-Hees however,, the boss yanks Yoosung close, whispering in a threatening manner that if h e ever hurt you, he’d kill him in the most painful way possible and no one would ever know

-needless to say as soon as he gets back home, the adrenaline rush fades and runs directly into your confused embrace as he cries, mumbling something about how you’ll always be safe and his promises

Seven

-sjdhfskjdfh bitch you think you’re dangerous? i’m part of the mf mafia

-he never found much about you when he looked you up, only records that existed were report card grades in elementary and middle school, but past that it was as if you’d fallen off the face of the earth; no credit cards, social media accounts, guilty 2 am internet purchases, not even so much as a water and power bill or an address, until you suddenly reappeared three years ago, but it’s still not much

-the two of you drive the rest of the messenger to insanity, and even your FBI agents are sick of see your texts to each other, questions masked in playfulness, both trying to get the truth out of each other. Nothing making sense except to the two of you

-often he’ll poke you awake in the middle of the night, glasses slipping down his nose rapidly as he pesters you with incoherent questions about your past; but all you do is shift, intertwining your legs with his and pushing him back down to the bed, placing your head on his chest as you go back to sleep

-its around six months later post having moved in together when the two of you when you decide enough is enough. the truth had to come out sometime no? the two of you gather all the fast food and snacks you can, and facing each other sitting cross legged on the couch, no interruptions, you take turns firing questions at each other, answering them no matter how hard it might have been

-his reaction to you being in the mafia is at first, concerned. because he knows how mafias operate, and the last thing he would want is for a client to come into his job and for your gang to be the target that needs to be eliminated. 

-his next question is what level of illegality do you operate at?

-with your response being an even 5, he presses for more. you explain how you take funds from the rich, expose the businessmen who steal from the company’s funds, bribe and threaten powerful congresspeople to pass better laws to help the poor, the basic steal from the rich, give to the poor type deal

-he listens intently, the story of how you got to this point completely capturing him. he never thinks badly about you; in a way you guys were helping out the world. if he spins it the right way, its almost like the two of you are doing the same job, just different methods

-work buddies! while he hacks and does his work for the agency, you’re right there sitting next to him trying to learn all you can about your next target and making a detailed plan, on constant call with Hyun Ki and Hyun Shik, dubbed the “intelligence twins.” When you’re getting visibly stressed he reaches over, gently squeezing your hand reassuringly as he breaks out the HBC for the both of you to take a short break, and when he gets stressed you do the same. 

-finally having a place to rant about work, of course neither of you can ever disclose the targets names, but its still good to get things off of your chest

-honestly the only thing he has trouble believing is that you’re an actual bartender. “yes seven, i actually went to school to get my certificate for this” “why u always lyyyiiinn”

-when he sees something on the news, another politician knocked down from the public eye, a mysterious amount of money donated to the local orphanage, he makes sure to congratulate you, genuinely grinning as he picks you up to kiss you, proud of his s/o 

-if you’re chosen to do some first hand intel, go down and charm someone into signing x y or z paper or get them to a secondary location, he uses his own skills to keep an eye on you and make sure nothing bad happens 

-when its time to meet the family, he goes in jokes ablaze, making what was supposed to be a refined mafia dinner at an upscale restaurant a comedy center,, and the lack of fear on his behalf frankly amuses the boss. sevens a mess the whole dinner. he observes the similarities between the gang and the RFA, both having the same familial dynamic between each other, a kind of comfort and complete happiness. 

-of course as soon as you get married he instantly becomes a part of the family as well

-they hate him. like,,, they love him but also hate him.

-terrible jokes from his part; “hey y/n can you take care of this client for me? here kind of a dick but i’m not allowed to say anything. it'd be great if,,,, something happened to their money”

-he knows you’d never do it to anyone that doesn’t deserve it but its a funny bit that keeps the two of you sane

Zen

- “absolutley not mc”

-he hates your job already, working at a bar in downtown, but the fact that its just a Front for a Mafia gang? that you’re a Part of?

-absolutely not.

-he springs into protective mode instantly, launching himself into a long rant on how he’s going to get you out of there, you dont need to worry because you dont have to be there, no matter what dirt they have on you, what you did in the past, he still loves you and he’s going to help you no matter what it takes

-meanwhile youre sitting there watching him pace around, trying not to burst out laughing

-when you explain to him that they’re quite fair, a robin hood type deal made of people who grew up poor, people who were cheated by the government and were forced into poverty, broke their way through the ranks and were trying to help others that were currently in their situation, taking from the rich, bribing businessmen in high power to put forward better laws for consideration, dropping money on random peoples doorstep, all under the cover of anonymity.

-he sits on this for a while, trying to digest what you’d just said. as much as he hates it, he empathizes with the situations that brought you there, and his opinion of this gang has,, drastically changed

-he’s still wary of your safety, hence you suggest he meet the members himself

-bringing out all the toughness he can muster, he strides in with you at his side, cooly talking to the intelligence twins, Hyun Ki and Hyun Shik. He meets others, Jae-Sang and Byung-Hee, and they accept him into the family surprisingly quickly

-he gets along with everyone,, r e a l l y well

Saeran

-nervous boye 

-he doesn’t want you to get hurt, but he understand your reasoning as to why you started in the business of money laundering, understands better than most

-he listens to your story, about the way you ran away and straight into the arms of Byung-Hee, who offered you a job. With no other choice you joined, but eventually warmed up to the idea, and now you love them like family

-of course, he cant help but call you during your lunch break, needing to hear your voice and make sure you’re okay, that you haven't been killed or turned into a murderous member

-a part of him does think its somewhat cool, especially the fact that you willingly got in and can belong to a group like this and not be you know,, abused traumatized and poisoned repeatedly.

-when he finally meets them, he barely musters a word or two, but as time goes on, he gets increasingly comfortable with them. if you trust them, he trusts them.

V

-he cant go through this cult mafia shit again bro

-it takes a lot of reassurance that the boss is actually fair, and even proving to him that you guys dont do others harm, nor do you forcibly recruit people

-you tell him about how they took you in as a scared and alone high schooler, essentially adopted and raised you, gave you a job, a roof over your head and urged you to do what you want in life

-of course theres the thing that you cant officially leave them, so technically you are trapped there, but they took pity on you, looking at you as a little sibling, and at most they only make you gather intel or have you as the driver

-he’s not the most calm about it, but he understands that they’re your true family, and he tries his best to get along with them, trying to view the members as multiple brothers sisters and or parents instead of,,, dangerous mafia members

-he seems extremely calm and chill whenever you guys all go for dinner, very professional and sleek, but in reality he’s trying not to run into the restroom and escape through the window

Vanderwood

-you started off as his client, the one he were supposed to gather intel on and report back to the boss, find his way to your own boss and kill him

-so when Vanderwood found out that you were also the rfa he felt like the luckiest man in the world

-he pretty much always hangs out in the bar during your shift, trying to overhear any useful information; but damn he never expected you to look,, like that.

-week after week, he finds himself enraptured in your beauty, buying water after water, trying to be smooth as he talks to you

-he convinces himself that the little flutter he gets whenever you smile, when your fingers momentarily touch his as you give him yet Another glass of water no ice,, your focus when you experiment with different drinks, the way you get ridiculously excited when said experimental drink turns out good, immediately giving Vanderwood a glass,,, missions,, weren't supposed to be like this right?

-he pries, asking about your boss, but its the adoration of which you speak of Byung-Hee that breaks him, the gestures you make as you talk about him like family

-he skulks back to base, head running wildly. he knows he can’t let you go, he cant fall in love with a client, however he can't bring himself to bring you or your family harm. 

-trying desperately to regain his composure, he spins a story how the original intel he received must have been wrong, because there was no hidden agenda behind the bar. He makes up a lie how he went through the bank statements, hacked the system, did it all, but the bar was 100% clean

-he knows he can never go back, to you, but just protecting you will have to be enough

[ratfuck]

wow. so this is who drove a 19 y/o teenager to contemplating suicide, all with no proper evidence, just for five minutes of fame. How’s it feel? Did you really think deleting the post and ‘I flushed the fish’ out of your bio would make up for it? Get over yourself, you’re more NSFW than he is. You have no way of proving his main demographic are mostly minors. You’ve possibly ruined a TEENAGERS LIFE. You better pray to whatever god you may believe in that boy hasn’t harmed himself.

asfjfkgl he wasnt fuckin contemplating suicide and he's currently active on twitter

I dunno how the narrative is now that I did this all for fame and not because im a CSA victim with experiences of being manipulated by internet predators who exploited me for their sexual gratification and for money and being able to see this behavior miles away and trying to warn people of it, you people are totally unwilling to listen to anyone besides yourselves tho so im not surprised at all

my "evidence" not being enough for you schmucks comes down to you people cherry picking what you like from my, and other people's posts about shit he's done with no general consensus on whats real or not. One minute u people will ignore his MAP friends like Gaud (who he still actively follows!) and his discord mods who openly supported pedos, the next you say that he accidentally followed loli/shota/incest accounts, then you say that actually he did follow these accounts on purpose but actually its OK if he consumes and jerks off to "simulated" cp because "its not real" even though they are depictions of children being sexualized or in the case of that artist that draws kid icarus porn that fish was following, a child having sex with an adult. Which is it? Is he the "non-predatory" MAP or is he the adult minor who isnt responsible enough to have a large social media following of impressionable people?

It's pretty fucking obvious that the majority of his followers are fucking children because no other demographic enjoys or consumes his "uwu ur a smol pupper" shit and constant "YOU. ARE. AWESOMEILOVEYOUILOVEYOU" garbage, also doesnt help that the VAST amount of people openly sending me these asks have their age in their description and most of them being around 13-17 years old, same with these people making posts about how they love and support him no matter what he does!!

And in no possible way did I ruin this idiot's life. I didn't dox him and make this information public to potential employers, I didn't send photos of him to fucking online psychopaths or anybody, and I didn't even expose his real identity or anything. Fish is a fucking persona, a fake, its not his real identity and no fucking person on the planet would ever have the name "Goldie Gurston", you're all buying into this fake personality that makes performative posts that infantilize the people he's supposedly supporting, and whenever he gets called out for dumbass behavior like offending a group of people he isn't part of you all rush like fucking locusts to defend this foax person who doesn't give a shit for you outside of your expression of love and loyalty and monetary support to him. It really says something that, while he was gone, he was making posts on Patreon that only the people who pay him for his worthless "content" could view and not the thousands and thousands of other worried schmucks who were crying because they thought he killed himself

He was never going to kill himself either! The whooole fucking time I've been saying "he'll return around christmas to post more perfomative lovebombing crap, after he thinks the dust has cleared" and thats EXACTLY what happened. He played you schmucks like a fiddle and his "OHHH IM JUST AN INNOCENT FISH WHO WANTS TO SPREAD POSITIVITY :((((" sympathy schtick followed by him leaving for a month was SOLELY done to make you asshats starved for more love bombing and go after anybody who said anything mean about him, this isn't the first time this has happened. He's a manipulative fuck who's addicted to the attention of his bloated social media presense and he has been, for a long fucking while, using his fanbase to cover up shit he's done that doesnt paint him in this pure light or to go after those who dislike him.

Good god you fish stans or whatever you call yourselves are sooooooo fucking mindless and I have to CONSTANTLY repeat myself just to get the point into your thick skulls individually, like oooh big and bold of you to not use anon and act like im some pathetic nobody desperately doing this for attention, like I'm going to take this shit from some worthless cringe ass "multi-fandom" blogger

Why should I even bother typing this all out, though? Its not like any of you people actually read it. You come into my inbox, type out some tired "HOW DO YOU FEEL FOR HURTING THIS 19 YEAR OLD MINOR???" rhetoric, then quickly hit the back button thinking you owned me and that I'll be so overcome with grief that I'll delete, which I still havent done despite you cultists sending me rape threats, purposefully misgendering me or sending me transphobic and homophobic slurs, or straight up writing torture/murder fantasies involving me, that being the reason I deleted my posts. LGBT+ rights am i right!!!!

[wingsporkhalo]

He’s Mine: A BakuDeku Fic Spork- Chapter 4

WOW I can’t believe this story only ran for 4 chapters! Or no, wait, I can absolutely believe that.

For those of you who are new, I read a terrible BakuDeku fanfiction and made funny commentary on it with the help of some good buddies!! Thanks again @kittykatz009​, @the-wizard-l​, @satsuneade​, and Phos!!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Support me on Patreon! I am poor!! https://www.patreon.com/WingSongHalo And check out my YouTube channel, where you can see video sporks!! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgTMFf7W6SyWoZdpqY9ZdPw/

Last time, Shoto made terrible jokes and lied to Izuku’s mother, Izuku and Shoto went on a date, and our helpless damsel protagonist got attacked by a villain!! Also, I provided several of my own takes on the pairing! When we left off, Izuku had received a note from Katsuki that had a love confession on it! In today’s installment, we see the fight between Lord Explosion Murder and Ice Ice Flamey from the beginning! Also, they stalk Izuku and hang around him creepily all night at his house!

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Me: Izuku would stare at that letter for ages and find a hidden message in it. Izuku, reading the note: "Hey, damn nerd... Even though I didn't get to tell you yesterday, I was trying to say that I'm in Love with you. I want to go out with you. Let me know what you think. PS- Tell anyone else and you're dead." [long pause] "...............oh my god... the first letter of each line... HE'S IN TROUBLE!! I HAVE TO SAVE HIM"

Wiz: 🦢 Me: First off, I think it's kind of telling that within the universe of this story, I'm kind of rooting for Bakugou over Todoroki. I mean, at least Bakugou beat a girl unconscious to save him. Todoroki just kidnapped him while he was dressed like a girl and then took him to a park for no reason and left him there. I like how this chapter is formatted like the shittiest poem I've ever seen. and yes THE DOOR SWAN OPEN Phos: I need to record myself reading bad fanfic like ee Cummings poetry Me: absolutely YOU COULDN'T SEE IZUKU ANYWHERE IN THE WHAT???? WHY WOULD HE--I--WHAT??? THE FUCK???? Jaz: did that say catheter?? Me: IT SAYS CATHETER Wiz: hvgjhgjhRTDYFYGIU Me: IM DYING OH MY GODDDDDD Jaz: that doesnt sound very sanitary Me: MAYBE LOOK IN SOME BETTER HIDING PLACES, TODOROKI

intill: It's all inside

Okay but where is Izuku sitting?? Jaz: he’s levitating Me: "About What?" "Right, about Western Heroes' Acting Theater. They're putting on a show and I want to know if I can make it" "............" And then it’s like "Gee, I have no idea if i should go out with this dangerous person who has always asserted his unquestionable dominance over me with violence if necessary!!" "[internally] oh my god, is Izuku... is the guy I like... dumb??" Jaz: afudshgoudshuigdsh

Me: Of course he doesn't know. Izuku isn't allowed to have a thought in his head in this story Suddenly, Bakugou just fucking Apparates there Jaz: What’s the dose? Me: I dunno, but if it's a Bakugou dose, I'm assuming it'll be -hard to handle -a little too spicy for comfort -really bad for my health Jaz: mhmmm spicy Me:

He must of herd

Surely you mean a Herd of Must? Majestic animals also who is Bakagou and when did he get here? At least we know one thing about him: He's an idiot (...because baka.) WAIT, maybe Bakagou was the author's idea of a pun?? Because he is now Todoroki's rival in love?? ...nah, that's giving the author way too much credit... Jaz: im just picturing Bakugou's head on a horse's body running through a pasture Me: LKAJF;LKSDJLK

Or--hot take, but hear me out--mayyyybe Izuku belongs to no one but himself?? DID YA EVER THINK OF THAT, AUTHOR??? Who is Intill allmight and why is only the first word of his name capitalized Where the fuck did he come from, anyway? Doesn't this take place after the school festival? If so, how is All Might in muscle form? Or did he just appear here in his Smol Might form?? Then he just... fucks the hell off with both of them in tow, I guess IZUKU, HON, GUESS WHAT: YOU DON'T HAVE TO CHOOSE EITHER OF THEM! THEY'RE BOTH BLAND PIECES OF DRYWALL Wiz: RIGHT Me: also I like how they both just stalk Izuku until he makes up his mind. Except NO I DON'T, THAT'S SUPER FUCKING WEIRD AND DISTURBING Wiz: IT REALLY IS Jaz: this is so painful

Wiz: this poor kid Me: Stay over to night? Does that mean they're going to leave at nightfall? sounds a'ight Jaz: the coach Me: "Eh yeah" WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. THIS IS SO STUPID I'M 😂 "Oh remember Izuku" "Yes mom I remember Izuku because that is me" "Oh, okay, just checking. I forget sometimes"

that poor coach

Izuku might as well be a stupid princess doll for all the agency he has in this fic

So the three of them just... sat there in uncomfortable silence while they slowly smushed Izuku between them? And then Izuku just gets up when he's done watching TV? DIDN'T ANYONE WANT TO TALK? THIS IS SO UNSETTLING INKO, COME BACK! WE NEED AN ADULT Wiz: PLEASE COME BACK Jaz: hfdsihgdsiugh

Me: "Don't ask me what vegetables. Just... nameless vegetables. Honestly I'm not convinced they were even vegetables, but that's what the large blue letters on them said, so I thought I'd take their word for it." Wiz: That last line is so creepy for some reason Jaz: it IS creepy Me: "Your going it wrong" They should have said that to Inko when she was leaving. "Your going and leaving us alone with your son? It wrong."

"I never knew that you were good with at cuting!"

I mean, yeah, he could definitely use a refresher course on cute-ing. He has forgotten how to cute.

So like, Shoto's just sitting in there staring brainlessly at the TV while Bakugou impresses his supposed love interest by being a culinary genius? Weak, Shoto. Step up your game.

I haven't spend this much with kacchan

Good lord, I wasn't aware you were spending anything!! How much did those "vegetables" cost??

I went through

WENT THROUGH WHAT?? IS IZUKU SO TWO-DIMENSIONAL NOW THAT HE CAN PASS THROUGH WALLS??

"You were cute when you were a kid weren't you"

Bitch!!! HE'S STILL CUTE AS FUCK!!! Wiz: It's paper mario :O kjwbejhbewfj Me: PFFFFFF Jaz: let this fic die plz

Me: His checks went red??? GOOD LORD, THOSE "VEGETABLES" HAVE BANKRUPTED HIS FAMILY Wiz: oH NOOOOO Me: I can only assume the dinning room is where his mother goes to cause a din by screaming MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Wiz: That’s it Me:

After dinner because author-chan is lazy

You only admit it after all this? You despicable coward. Wiz: gvhbjkhgjkuhilk mood Me: Should we be letting this expressionless cardboard cutout just silently look through all of Izuku's childhood photographs? Definitely not. Is anyone going to stop him? Definitely not!! Jaz: Izuku telling him to back off? GOOD Me: Why is this author writing both of them as these silent onlookers, hovering over Izuku's shoulder like the inevitability of death?? Also, jesus, why on EARTH would Bakugou just be like "welp I'm gonna shower with him derpdedoo!!" Okay Izuku doesn't feel safe in his own home now. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, AUTHOR. Wiz: THAT’S SO CREEPY JHB Me: so... you're writing one of his love interests as a silent but loyal protector who diligently waits for him and follows him everywhere like a dog? Author, are you... was your first crush a dog or something??? I'm???

(except with “man”) I mean his other choice was to fucking leave, but everyone forgets about that I guess

Jaz: god, i hope they were wearing gloves Me: Author, when you don't put A/N before your stupid pointless interruptions, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SEPARATE IT FROM ALL YOUR CHARACTERS' STUPID POINTLESS THOUGHTS Jaz: his waste Me: "You still cute Izuku!" the Southern Accent returns, this time with Shoto Okay Bakugou's growling when someone's getting close to his beloved now. It's official. Bakugou has become an actual dog Jaz: a smol doggie Me: WHAT SO IZUKU JUST GOES TO BED WITH TWO SUPERPOWERED STALKERS STILL IN HIS HOME?? I???

WHY ARE THEY INVADING HIS SPAAAACE OH MY GODDDD IZUKU HAS GIVEN ZERO INDICATION THAT THEM EVEN BEING IN THE HOUSE IS OKAY HHHHHH

Also yeah apparently someone pooped the bed Wiz: fdghjkhgjkl

Me: THE END??? And then it was never updated because nobody wanted any of that shit for poor Izuku Wiz: THE END WOW Jaz: the end jesus thank god Me: look... I don't usually say this, because it might seem hypocritical coming from someone who hoards fanart and writes character analyses and... does what I'm doing right now, but…

please get a life Jaz: maybe they are also sporking and want an update Me: I mean, fair? Wiz: What a journey Me: ANYWAY YEAH THAT WAS "HE'S MINE!" THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR JOINING ME, Y'ALL

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Hope you all enjoyed that!! Please let me know if you’ve found any terrible fanfictions you’d like me to spork! Right now I’m working on a Sailor Moon one that was submitted to the blog earlier, so I definitely take your suggestions! Thanks for reading <333

[peachdoxie]

So first off, I'm gonna plug my own fic "Do You...Fondue?" because I will do so shamelessly at any point I feel like. I wrote it from a platonic perspective, so it's not romantic, like the title implies (it'll make sense if you read it). Technically my other movie!Venom fics are platonic as well, but they are considerably more angsty.

I started to look through my Venom tag for two posts in particular that I think fit this well, and sadly I could find neither, but I did find a fuckton of other posts of movie!Eddie and Venom just doing a bunch of stupid shit, which is mostly actually Venom being annoying and Eddie being Done With This.

If anyone has links to the post where Eddie and Venom are trying to test the limits of their bond and Eddie nearly passes out OR the one where Eddie begs Venom to make him thicc like that one robot in Robots, please share because I could find neither of them.

Anyway, here is a collection of posts that relate to your topic, anon, though the list is not at all mobile friendly despite the fact that I made it on mobile.

And if anyone has any headcanons or other posts for anon (and me because I like it too) please share!

https://venomshotass.tumblr.com/post/614583104909230080/atomicpowered-this-sign-cant-stop-me-because-i

https://venomshotass.tumblr.com/post/613222620043870208/mysteleon-venom-2018-was-good-symbiote

https://mushroomsandteeth.tumblr.com/post/190959201342

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/190969988598

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/190746182623/the-first-image-is-so-funny-to-me-like-eddie

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/190523040229/missyfangirlsalot-my-boyss-honestly-venom-was

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/190339023293/lousysharkbutt-more-tots-patreon-twitter

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/190027875423

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/189416688893/ededdneddiebrock-tfw-you-cant-make-your-own

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/188393858308/eddie-eddie-its-people-eddie-were-eating

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/188350788002/kittehkatlol-thats-mean

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/187824098793/spader7-did-i-mention-how-much-i-love-venom

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/187739363588

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/187561550223

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/187382028673

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/185939906388

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/184669648553/couldnt-decide-of-i-liked-it-better-with-or

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/184547695563/venom-disapproves-of-the-subway

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/184484647176/peachdoxie-in-the-pre-visualization-planning-for

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/184352829538/eating-your-hosts-cat-is-rude-v-eddie-doesnt

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/184032992418

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/183897614788/the-fact-that-eddie-and-venom-being-so-polite-to

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/183870844873/hesitant-vampire-fuckin-symbiote-controlling-me

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/183722336868/hey-dont-worry-about-the-ferret-they-live-in

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/183439258718/be-careful-not-to-step-on-some-of-your-goofriend

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/182167393323/lemonmangosorbet-eddie-brock-voice-who-tf

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/182145353388/creekstufflings-i-finally-watched-venom

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/182063072488/filthymagicuser-super-sketchy-comic

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/181877970753/venom-after-watching-hours-of-vines-this-bitch

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/181147630375/pipedpoe-of-course-he-is

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/181026515921/phsfg-venom-gets-excited-abt-nesquik-powder

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/180667597483/beautiful-like-sin-tater-hots-i-really-want

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/180494196513/sooo-gave-up-on-inktober-but-my-teacher-lent-me

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/180421109883/callmeishamael-tenshi-art-he-just-wants-to-be

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/180285750345/eddie-parasite-the-symbiote-who-watches-the

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/179968958122/popanimals-hes-behind-me-making-that

https://peachdoxie.tumblr.com/post/179633453558/micodraws-venom-voice-eddie-are-u-fucking-okay

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Takara’s Hero Academia, Season 2 Episode 2 [Eijiro Kirishima/OC] [Female!Aizawa/Hizashi]

Okay, so here we finally are. I feel like it’s been forever since I updated this story. Sorry! 

Anyway, um, I do now have a Patreon, in case anyone wants to actually pay me to write or whatever. Seriously, though, don’t feel pressured to do anything with this. I am just seeing if anything will come out of this. 

Moving on, I’ll do the taglist. @elite-guard-hardygal @dailyojiromashirao @souskena and @fandoms-fandoms-everywhere99 . I apologize for not having this up last night!! I thought I’d be able to sit down and get it done but then I ended up getting sidetracked and then it was midnight and--whoops. I might post what I did instead later. It’s kinda cool! Hardygal knows what it is, lol. XD

Okay, so lemme add the link for this series’ Masterlist! 

Okay, now let’s get to the story! :)

God Bless and Good Day! 

~The Lupine Sojourner

By the time the final bell rang, I was exhausted.

I yawn and stand, gathering my things up before Eijiro grabs them and slips them into my backpack for me, and I blush a little. He was still distracting me! I thought I was going to try to pull myself together around him! Regardless, I smile.

“Thanks, but you really don’t have to keep doing this kind of thing for me…” I mumble, scratching the back of my neck. Eijiro shrugs.

“I want to.” He replies and my blush goes a few shades darker.

“O-oh…” I mumble. “Okay.” Then, Ochaco opens the door.

“Uhh...why the heck are you all here!?” I look up and see the doorway packed with students.

“Do you students have some business with our class?” Tenya asks. No one replies. I shift awkwardly, shrinking back a little into my seat. The spotlight wasn’t something I was used to. If I had to guess, they’re here to scout out the class that’s fought villains...greeeaaaattt.

“Why are you blocking the doorway?” The class pervert asks. “I won’t let you hold us hostage!” I roll my eyes. Like he could do anything about it. Katsuki, backpack over his shoulder, stalks toward the door.

“They’re scouting out the competition, idiots.” He growls. “We’re the class that survived a real villain attack. They wanna see us with their own eyes.” I gulp, standing. If he was leaving, I should, too. I needed to find Mom and Dad, anyway. Eijiro takes my backpack and walks toward the door with me. I smile gratefully at him. “At least know you know what a future pro looks like.” Katsuki continued. I roll my eyes, the smile dropping.

“Katsuki, enough. We’re all striving to be heroes. Technically, that makes us all potential future pros. Stop.” I call, but it doesn’t make a difference.

“Now move it, extras!” Katsuki snaps as the crowd goes quiet.

“Katsuki!” I bark, hobbling over.

“You can’t just go around calling people extras just because you don’t know them!” Tenya interjects, his arms waving wildly in his emotional state. I open my mouth to add my own lecture, but then a voice rings out and I freeze.

“So this is Class 1-A.” It was Hitoshi! “I heard you guys were impressive, but you just seem like an ass.” He was talking to Katsuki as he made his way through the crowd as I crutch over.

“Shinso!” He never liked me calling him ‘Hitoshi’ in public. He smiles briefly at me, nodding subtly, then turns back to Katsuki.

“You know this clown?” Katsuki growls. I glare at him.

“Yeah. We went to middle school together.” It was a reason I know his name, at least. I didn’t need to go further and embarrass Hitoshi.

“I was sad to come here and find a bunch of egomaniacs in her class.” He continues, sighing a little and rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s just how Katsuki is,” I defend, “but seriously. Not all of us are like him.” Katsuki glares at me. Hitoshi closes his eyes.

“I wanted to be in the hero course.” He says to no one in particular...or maybe Katsuki. Or 1-A. I’m not sure. “But, like many others here, I was forced to choose a different track.” I suddenly realize why Shinso was here; part of it might be checking on me, but a larger portion must be him declaring what he intended to do. He wanted to win the Sports Festival or do well enough that he can be moved into the Hero Course, like Mom did when she was in high school. “Such is life.” His eyes narrow at Katsuki, who’s remaining surprisingly calm. “I didn’t cut it the first time around, but I have another chance.” I knew it! “If any of us do well in the Sports Festival, the teachers can decide to transfer us to the Hero Course, and they’ll have to transfer students out to make room.” Oh, no...this was a declaration of war. “‘Scouting the competition’?” Hitoshi asks rhetorically. “Maybe some of my peers are, but I’m here to let you know that if you don’t bring your very best, I’ll steal your spot right out from under you.” Hitoshi tilts his head a little. “Consider this a declaration of war.” I blink.

“Shinso…” I murmur, biting my lip. The rest of the class flinches in shock, but I look at Shinso dead in the eye. Hitoshi was serious, but only glaring at Katsuki, who was glaring back. Was he just acting tough to push himself?

“Hey, you!” Comes a new male voice, and someone else forces their way to the head of the crowd. He had incredibly thick blonde eyelash-looking things around his eyes, with silver hair and a fire in his eyes to match Katsuki’s. Oh, great. Another hothead. “I’m from Class B, right next door to you! We heard you fought some villains and- -oh, shit.” He stops short when he sees my boot and crutch. I sigh and gesture to the boot.

“Yeah, we fought villains.” I reply. “And I got the injuries to prove it.” He takes a step back, then scoffs.

“Well, looks like the rest of your class are brats who think they’re better than us!” He challenges. I roll my eyes and point to my backpack, in Eijiro’s hand.

“That’s my backpack, but it hasn’t been on my shoulders since I got here. Eijiro here was the one who got me out of the villain attack and he’s been helping me ever since. The rest of my class are great people, too. Bakugo’s just...headstrong and doesn’t listen to anything or anyone.” The guy turns to Katsuki.

“Oh, great! Talk all you want, loser! It’ll just be more embarrassing when you’re K.Oed!” Katsuki just scoffs and walks away.

“Don’t you ignore me!” The newcomer roars angrily. I move to get Katsuki, but Eijiro beats me to saying anything.

“Dude, where’re you going?! You gotta say something! It’s your fault everyone’s hating on us, Bakugo!” Katuski just glances over his shoulder.

“These people don’t matter.” He growls.

“Huh!?” Eijiro snaps.

“The only thing that’s important is that I beat them.”

“Katsuki, stop!” I snap. “Yeah, we have to beat them to win, but heroes also need to have good teamwork with others. You need to work on that if you want to be the top.”

“Says who?” Katsuki retorts, then walks away before I can say anything else. The silver-head pops up again.

“Hey! I’m coming for you!” He exclaims. Katsuki ignores him. I go to chase him down and talk sense into him, but then decide against it. Right now, Katsuki’s only focus was winning the Sports Festival. If I were to talk to him, he’d only see it as me trying to undermine his chances somehow.

“I hate that that was such a manly exit…” Eijiro grumbles, clenching his fist. I bite my lip.

“Yeah, but...there’s no way he’ll win the Festival if he pisses everyone off.” I reply.

“Meh. He’ll be fine.” Sero counters.

“Besides, he wasn’t wrong.” Fumikage points out. “We have to beat them.” Kaminari groans.

“Yeah, sure, but this sucks!”

“So let’s prove them wrong.” I call, coming back further into the class room. “Don’t be what everyone thinks we are. We’ll prove them wrong.” Denki groans.

“But he made us everyone’s enemy!”

“Yeah, and all these dumb idiots will be gunning for us in the Festical now.” Mineta adds. I shrug, not looking at that little creep.

“Look, just keep training hard and don’t be an asshole and we’ll prove them wrong.” I retort, looking at Kaminari. He laughs.

“Kinda blunt, Yamada, but I like your style!” I chuckle and wave him away.

“Call me Takara, and thanks.” Eijiro then calls me and puts my backpack beside my desk for me. I notice he’s glaring at Kaminari, so I try to distract him by smiling at him. “Thanks.” The students outside slowly go away, talking about this and that, and I have to restrain myself from giving some big speech about how great my class is because the truth is...I don’t really know them yet. I don’t know enough to definitively stand up and say what I want to say. I then look up as Shinso walks over, giving me a small smile.

“Hey.” I smile back.

“Hey.”

“I’m glad to see you’re better. You had me scared for a moment.” Anyone who didn’t know Shinso might think he’s just saying that. His voice didn’t give much emotion away, but I understood. He meant every word.

“That was some speech.” I note, sighing.

“I meant that, too.” He says, leaning against the desk in front of me and crossing his arms. Most everyone’s left and I wanted to talk to Shinso, anyway, so I stay.

“Don’t lie; you just wanted to see me.” I tease, smiling.

“And what gave you that idea? I just wanted to send my message to 1-A.” He retorts. I roll my eyes, then sigh and pick at my skirt.

“...I’m worried, Shinso.” I confess softly.

“About what?” He asks, brow raised.

“About the Festival, and...and if I’ll be healed enough to prepare myself to fight. I just...my ribs don’t hurt that bad, but my leg still needs work. And I still need to train. A lot. I just...Mom and Dad will be watching. The world will be watching. I want to make a good impression.” Eijiro apparently takes that as a kind of cue, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“You’ll make a great one!” He assures me, daring to squeeze me close enough to mush our cheeks together. I blush and laugh.

“If you say so.” I reply, squeezing him in return. He straightens up, lets go, and puts a hand on my shoulder.

“But seriously; don’t sweat it. You’ll be great!” I grin and put my hand over his in a moment of boldness. 

“If you say so.” I retort. Eijiro understood the deeper meaning; I support you, but think you’re downplaying yourself too much.. It was somethign we’d done for each other a lot as we approached this school year and the challenge of learning how to be a pro hero. Shinso pushes off the desk.

“Well, it was nice chatting, but I should be going.” He says. I stand, too, and hug him.

“Thanks for coming.” I murmur, drawing away.

“Your friend’s right, Takara; trust yourself. Besides, your parents adore you. No matter what you do in the Festival, their love won’t change.” I nod.

“Yeah, yeah. I just can’t help worrying about this whole thing.” Hitoshi shakes his head, chuckling.

“Don’t.” With that, he shrugs and waves as he walks away. I watch him leave and then pick up my backpack, slinging it over one shoulder, insisting on carrying it this time, despite Eijiro tugging on it.

“I got it. I’m not going far. Just to the teacher’s lounge to find Mom and Dad.” Eijiro pouts.

“Takara, you shouldn’t overdo it.” He mumbles. I smile, adjusting the backpack a little.

“I’m not.” He suddenly leans forward gives me a hug. I wonder where this is coming from, but find that I really like this. His hug is strong, but not overwhelming, steady and warm. I feel so safe and secure, I lose myself for a second and bury my face in his neck. He smells like cologne and men’s bodywash. One of those two things had teatree oil in it, something that made him smell amazing!

I then feel Eijiro stiffen and come back to reality and I blush almost blood red as I release him. Our eyes were so wide, they might have popped if they were balloons. “S-so-sorry!” I stammer, grabbing my crutch and running as quick as I can out of the classroom without using the crutch. Eijiro hadn’t moved, so I had a headstart, managing to get away before he- -”Ow!”

“Oof!” I blink, my leg flaring a bit as I realize I’ve run into somebody. Instantly, I stand and apologize. The person I hit laughs.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. It happens sometimes.” It’s a female, third year if I had to guess. Her Quirk makes her look wolf-like, her fur a mottled grey, black and earthen brown. It was so pretty! Her eyes were sapphire blue on the outside and emerald green on the inside and her tail flicks back and forth mindlessly and I have to remember to talk. It was rude to just stare.

“But still. I’m, um, Takara. Takara Yamada.” Her eyes light up.

“Oh! My dad works with your parents!” I raise a brow.

“Really?” She nods.

“Yeah! Oh, sorry! I’m Asami. Asami Hamato.” I grin.

“Like Hamato-Sensei that teaches the second years’ literature?” Asami laughs.

“Yeah. He might quit after this semester, though. He wants to start a self-defense dojo for people with less, um, combative Quirks.”

“Wow, that’s amazing!” She nods happily.

“Thanks.” She hands me back my crutch. “Here you go.” I take it. She pauses. “Wait...you’re in 1-A, right?” I nod.

“Yeah.” She gestures to my boot.

“This from that USJ incident?” I nod.

“Yeah...turns out your leg breaks when a superhuman grabs it to slam you into your mother.” I tried to sound light, like it was a joke now...but my voice wavered. Asami winces.

“Yikes. I’m glad you’re doing better, then.” I was grateful she didn’t press me for more details as I squirm.

“Thanks. I should probably let you go. It was great meeting you.” Asami smiles.

“Yeah, it was great meeting you, too. Maybe I’ll see you around, okay?” I nod, starting to walk off.

“Yeah.” We wave at each other and I continue on my way. Luckily, Eijiro hadn’t pursued me. I blushed again just thinking about that moment…

What was I thinking?! I’d just...it’d felt so good having his strong arms around me, his warmth making me feel safe and at ease, even if it was just for a moment. And then I went and ruined the mood by sniffing him! Ergh!

Finally, I reach the teacher’s lounge. “Hey, champ!” Dad calls. “I was just gonna come looking for yah!” I walk further into the room.

“Hey. I was just talking a bit with the others before I came up here.” he smiles.

“Okay.” I decided to focus on Asami, not that. I’d never hear the end of it if I told Dad I sniffed someone (especially Eijiro) out of nowhere.

“I met a third year on my way here.” Dad tilts his head.

“Oh? Who are they? I might know her.”

“Asami Hamato.” Dad grins.

“Oh, yeah! Her dad works here; Hamato Yoshi. He’s a nice guy. Kinda quiet, doesn’t say much, and doesn’t hang around the school a lot.” I shrug.

“Asami also said he wants to start a self-defense dojo for people that don’t have very combative Quirks.” Dad’s eyes go wide.

“That’s great!” I grin.

“I know, right?” Dad then grabs his stuff.

“Alright. Shota’s resting on the couch, but it’s time to go, so I’ll get her.” I nod.

=#=#=#=#=

The next few days went quick, and after school, I’d pop in for a little healing. Never anything extreme, but enough that in those few days, I was healed enough that Recovery Girl gave me the okay to start getting back into exercise and training, warning me to take it a little slow at first.

At that particular session (when I was cleared for training), All Might happens by the door. “I didn’t know you still needed healing…” He mumbles, walking slowly into the room. He looked guilty, but I don’t know why.

“Well, I didn’t want to drain my stamina too much because of school and stuff, but, um, yeah...I should be all healed soon, though, right Recovery Girl?” She chuckles.

“Yes, I believe so, now hold still so I can use my Quirk.” I do and find the healing sensation something I’ve gotten used to at this point. I watch Toshin-Oji go into his real form and sigh heavily as he sits on a cot.

“Takara, I...I wanted to say I’m sorry.” I blink as Recovery Girl moves away.

“Wait, what?” I ask, genuinely confused. “What for?”

“I couldn’t be at the USJ because I wasted my time as All Might that morning being heroic. I was stupid and now you, Shota, and Izuku paid the price.” I blink, remembering that Izuku’s legs seemed broken when he leapt out to protect All Might at the USJ. I wince.

“Is Izuku okay?” I ask automatically.

“He’s fine.” Recovery Girl assures me. “Besides broken legs, he only had minor injuries and two broken fingers.” I breathe out.

“That’s good.”

“How’s Shota?” All Might asks, bringing us more or less back to what he’d said. I sigh.

“She’s...coping. It’s not easy for her to adjust to needing to wear casts on both of her arms, but she’s happy she’s not blind.”

“She could have been blinded?!” He asks sharply in shock. I pale. Wrong thing to say!

“...Her orbital floors were pretty badly damaged, but Recovery Girl managed to heal them. She’s fine...or, at least, better then she used to be.” I chuckle awkwardly, and All Might smiles in relief, exhaling.

“That’s great news. Frankly, I was worried about you two, even after I heard you were stable. When I saw you on the ground, caught under Nomu’s foot...I didn’t know what had happened, just that it pissed me off so much I saw red and next thing I knew, I had you in my arms.” I blink. He’d been feeling this way since the incident?

“Toshin-Oji, you really can’t blame yourself- -no, seriously- -the only ones to blame are the villains.” I reply, holding up a hand when he tried to interrupt. “Even during the fight, I knew as long as I could hold out until I got to Recovery Girl, I’d be okay. I knew my injuries were bad, but I always had that notion in the back of my head.” I realize what I’m saying and turn to Recovery Girl. “I mean, not that I assumed you’d help me or anything! I just knew there was a possibility that I’d be healed pretty quickly!” She holds up her hand.

“I knew what you meant, dear. And, unlike another student, I haven’t had to heal you much, so of course I’d help you out. You and your mother were hurt pretty bad. I knew I could help, and I did, so let’s all agree to put this behind us, okay?” I smile.

“Yeah...okay. Toshin-Oji?” He turns his head to look me in the eye. “I love you.” He blinks.

“I love you, too.” He says and I swoop over to hug him. “You truly are a treasure.” He murmurs, squeezing me just a little harder and kissing my temple. I tear up a little in happiness and bury my face in his chest.

“Hey, Tik--...am I interrupting?” Dad asks, trailing off when he saw what was going on. I pull away and smile at Dad.

“Nah, we were just clearing some things up.” I reply, winking at Toshin-Oji. Dad seems to read the subtext and nods.

“I see. Well, Shota’s ready to go, so let’s not keep her waiting, okay?” I nod.

“Okay.” I turn back to the office. “Bye, guys!” I call, waving as I walk out of the room, thankfully not needing my boot. “Thank you, Recovery Girl!” I add.

“Don’t overdo it, dear! Start slow!” She calls back and I nod in acknowledgement.

“Hey, Tik-Tak, there’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about.” Dad says as we walk, and I nod, wondering what he could possibly want to talk to me about.

“Okay.” I prompt. He wraps an arm around my shoulders.

“Shota and I have been talking, and we think it’d be best to move into the faculty facility here on campus. That way, Shota doesn’t have to be driven to work everyday and we all have a bit more independence. Would you want to do that?” I nod.

“Yeah, Mom mentioned you two were toying with the idea, and I told her I could have my stuff packed in, like, two hours. Honestly, I think it’s a good idea!” He ruffles my hair.

“Thanks, Takara. Frankly, I’m using the whole move as a way to help Shota.” He sighs, slumped and looking away. “She’s taking this hard. Villains got the drop on us and she’s still trying to cope.” I blink.

“I...I’d imagine so.” I mumble. “Honestly, I haven’t been sleeping too well, myself. I keep waking up to nothing, feeling on edge for some reason, wondering what woke me, but I’m able to go back to sleep. Sometimes, I swear there’s someone in a room, but when I do the vibration thing, no one’s there.” Dad looks at me somberly, hand on my shoulder.

“That’s completely normal, Musume. Even Shota’s been having nightmares. She keeps waking up, clutching her face and staring around the room with her Quirk active, like she’s looking for enemies. It’s hard to get her to calm down.” I sigh. Figures Mom has her own demons to deal with.

“Maybe we can have movie night? Watch some corny comedy or something?” Dad chuckles.

“Maybe. Or we can ask Toshinori for show suggestions to watch as a family.” I nod eagerly.

“Yeah!” I’m already whipping out my phone and typing up a text as Dad laughs.

“We’ll look up recipes for popcorn and make a night of it. What’dya say?” I grin at him, sending the text.

“I say ‘hell yeah’!” I reply, high-fiving dad. This was a great idea!

Within five minutes, I get a text back.

Toshin-Oji <3:

Well, if you’re looking for something that makes for a good distraction, I’d recommend some of the older movies by an American film studio called Walt Disney. They have an interesting 2-D style in their early works and I find the stories charming. As for shows, I’m not sure...maybe look around and see if something appeals to you all.

I smile. That was an interesting idea, for sure.

=#=#=#=#=

The next day, we were at the fake city from the entrance exam, training. It was a lot of fun, even if I couldn’t really work myself the way I wanted to without making my leg cramp and spasm even after healing the broken bone. It was slowly coming back to normal, though, as I practiced simple kicks and stuff after a really short run to build that muscle back. My ribs forced me to take breaks, as well, if I pushed it too hard, but they were coming along great, too. My phone buzzes as I finish a pretend fight, so I check who the text is from.

Eijiro Kirishima:

Hey, come look at the tall building’s roof!

Confused, I decide to go ahead and walk over. I knew Eijiro was in the same area as me, so I knew which tall building he meant. However, it was so tall, I couldn’t see clearly what I was supposed to see up there. All I saw was a small blurry thing that might be Eijiro.

Me:

Ok, I’m here. What do you want me to see? I can’t really see anything…

Just a few seconds after I sent that, I hear a faint yell and then look up to see- - “Eijiro!” I scream, backing up toward the building make sure I wouldn’t be hit. I knew what he was doing; practicing falling long distances and using his Quirk to survive them. It was just training, but...still. If he didn’t activate his Quirk in time...thankfully, he lands and comes back up almost instantly, thrusting dramatically through the cracked pavement.

“Yyyeeaaahhh!” He roars, grinning wildly at me as he walks over, dusting himself off. His grin then turns into a smirk. “Impressed?” He asks, one hand on his hip, the other on the wall. I snort, blushing a little as he leans in just a little.

“You’re insane. You could have died...but to answer your question...yeah, it was kinda impressive.” I reply with slightly pink cheeks, chuckling and walking away, when Eijiro puts his other hand on the other side of my head. I turn to look at him. His face is intense with some unreadable emotion as he stares at me.

“So...did I smell good?” He asks, leaning in. I blush and lean back against the wall. Where was this coming from!?

“Um...what?” I ask stupidly, my racing mind unable to process what he might be talking about.

“What happened after the final bell yesterday...that hug…” My blush darkens. Oh shit! I’d almost forgotten! I lick my lips.

“I- -I’m so sorry about that!” I squeak, unsure how to take this reaction. Was he mad? Disgusted? He was so hard to read right now… “I, ah, I mean…yeah...you did smell good.” Why was that hard to say? It was a fact, nothing more...right? He then smiles, laughing (I swear he’s blushing, too, though) as he leans back, keeping one hand on the wall. I blush darker and want to sink into the ground.

“Takara, relax! I was just teasing!” He chirps. “But, good to know!” I exhale, then smack his arm.

“You jerk! I thought you were mad at me or something!” That, and I thought maybe...that was leading somewhere- -stoppit! This is not the time for those kind of thoughts! He’s just a friend! Stop!

“Aww, Takara, I could never be mad at you for long!” He replies, patting my arm and moving away.

“Good to know, jerk.” I grumble, the tone undermined by my smirk, then I sigh and nudge him. “You know, you’re a good man, Eijiro.” I mumble, cheeks red again “You didn’t have to help me, but you did, and I want you to know it means a lot to me.” He’s definitely blushing as he walks beside me. I wanted to make sure he knew how much all his help meant to me.

“Takara, I’d do it again. Anytime.” I feel an instinct to hug him but refrain and settle for smiling at him as we walk back toward where the others were training.

“And I’d do it for you.” I reply, just letting myself enjoy this moment. It was two friends affirming their bond...and that’s it…

So why am I blushing?!

(I promise I don’t mean to keep forcing KiriKara down your throat but most of these moments write themselves. Hope y’all don’t mind! (: Can’t wait to show you all the Sports Festival!)

[swampgallows]

we’ve had absolutely no fresh food at the house so i told my mom yesterday “lets go to costco tomorrow”. i would go myself but i dont have the membership. it’s gotta be her or dad. i got up around 1130 but she was still asleep. at noon i was getting ready to walk the dog and mom woke up. i said “i’m gonna walk the dog and shower after and then we can go to costco.” i spent an hour and 15 minutes walking the dog and relaxing with her in the grass, then i came home and took my shower. finished my shower and mom was passed out again.

dad came home around 4 and then said “we’ll go to costco at 6.” so we went. did our shopping and as we were at the register i got a text from mom that said “get a rotisserie chicken. i dropped the roast” so then dad and i were deliberating for a second over where those were even located, til i saw another text that said “happy belated april fools”. it wasnt funny.

after we ate the roast around 7, mom said she was going to make a banana cake with the soft bananas. dad was looking forward to the dessert. he was watching the hockey game and mom went to go do something. 10pm rolls around and dad gives up waiting and goes to bed. mom is passed out again.

just a window into how shitty it is to try to do anything with only my mom around and how it’s felt having to be dependent on my mom for the last decade. dad keeps trying to anchor me to her to get her to do anything. she cant even do one shopping trip. she’s not getting any help. she’s not even trying. 

i have no idea how i’m supposed to help her. everything she needs to do she has to do on her own. i cant get knee surgery for her. i cant lose weight for her. i cant do DBT or CBT for her. i cant exercise for her. i cant take meds for her. i cant go to therapy for her. she has zero self preservation, she doesnt give a fucking shit about herself, she doesnt take care of herself at all, and she’s only self-aware to a point that she can flagellate herself with it and make a spectacle of how “sorry” she is all the time and how much she hates herself. 

she is becoming more and more impossible to tolerate or help and my family is throwing me at her as a last ditch effort because i’m the only one still here. and the reason i’m still here is because of my own shitty suicidal depression which her presence only makes worse. 

i dont want to have to keep sacrificing myself for this shit. it’s made my recovery so fucking much harder. it’s made it so much harder for me to be a part of the world and to get out and live my fucking life and actually do anything. being stifled by my mom’s constant overbearing presence. even when she’s asleep she’s snoring through the walls. she dominates every waking moment of my peace of mind. i cant eat, read, or sleep in peace without her infiltrating it somehow. 

i feel pretty stable today because i set up a patreon last night and i’m feeling kinda good about it and because i managed to do something productive today thanks to my dad. i always feel better when i’m out doing chores with dad because he actually gets things done (and doesn’t shit on himself the whole time while doing it—he shits on other people instead, but i digress). tomorrow we’re supposed to go back to my papou’s house to clear more shit out. but, again, only mom can do it. i cant help with it; i can only be there to make her do it. let’s see if she sleeps 18 hours again.

[osmw1]

Poison-Wielding Fugitive   Chapter 57

“Urgh… that was intense…”

Celes fell unconscious from having Arleaf’s cooking in her mouth for a mere 20 seconds. Fortunately, we were able to pull it out before she swallowed. Thank goodness that Muu’s hands are so surprisingly stretchy.

“Muu.”

Well, after we got the food out, I crushed the remaining Hamburg steak in my hand. Then, we got Celes to take an antidote and we also healed her, so all in all, she took practically no damage. It might’ve been bad if we were any slower. If not actually dying, she would’ve been laid up for at least two weeks.

“Like I told you, you’d be risking your life tasting my food…” “I apologize… but Cohgray, how in the world do are you able to eat all of it…?” “It’s a quirk of mine. Some people call me the Poison-Eater.” “… I have heard of that name before, but to think that person is you, Sir Cohgray. You truly are astonishing. By the way, what exactly was that?” “It’s my cooking. I was born with a unique skill which causes all of my cooking to become some sort of poison.” “I—I see… so, that was why you weren’t cooking.” “Right…” “Forgive me for being so tactless…”

Celes apologizes before standing up. It’s not like I eat Arleaf’s food because I like her for her cooking or anything. I mean, she is cute, and I do like her. But there’s a whole slew of different reason why I get her to cook for me. It’s a little embarrassing though.

‘Leave the misconception be.’

I’m super worried about that, but it’s not like I can explain the truth to her either.

“Feel free to take your time, okay?” “No, I would like to avoid staying any longer. We mustn’t dally. Let us go.”

Celes then gallantly strides forwards and into the mineshaft. Along the way, she equipped her gas mask. Honestly, I’m kinda uneasy about whether she’s really fine or not, but I guess we can’t help but follow her… With that, we headed deeper into the gallery.

I wondered if it’d be tight inside, but the tunnel stretches five meters across. There’s more than enough room to move around. We walked in only a little bit… but it kinda feels like we’ve entered a dungeon.

“We shall be going deep inside. Brace yourselves. The shape of this dungeon shifts every so often, thus maps are not all that useful. Be careful.” “Understood.”

It’s a space warping–type dungeon, eh? Like the swamp dungeon, it’s rather well-lit in here, but not blindingly so. The path ahead is long… the shaft seems to stretch on forever.

“There may be toxic gas in the air, so be aware.” “Alright. I’ve got some Ranger-like skills, so I’ll take the lead.” “It would be better for me to… but if you wish to, Cohgray, go ahead. Do your best to be careful.” “Gotcha.”

I’m up front, following behind me are Celes, Muu, and Arleaf. Veno senses the monsters for me and I point them out. Celes and Arleaf quickly attacks them with Muu and I assisting. The monsters we encounter are much like the ones on the mountain, but in different colors. We encountered all sorts of monsters; from Wistaria Rocks and Bordeaux Rock Golems to little golems like Cyclamen Pink Iron, Plum Bronze Golem, and Ash Grey Silvermen. And since I’ve got both Celes and Arleaf killing them for me, it’s hard to get a feel for how strong these monsters are.

‘It would not be too difficult for thee. We are still at the beginning, aye?’

When there are pockets of toxic gas, Veno shows me how to detour around them or how to vent it out before advancing forward. The gas smells rather floral, hey?

‘It is a little questionable to relate poison with flowers, but so far, things are going well. Thou seemst to have become used to this already.’

I guess so. Not to mention, I’m getting a whole lot of experience from this. Every time a monster is defeated, I see my levels tick up. Freakin’ sweet. Praise be to power leveling.

It’s going swimmingly, almost as if it’s easier than the swamp dungeon. Veno’s Mapping really helps too. The dungeon doesn’t change its shape too often, so it’s actually quite useful. Suddenly, we encountered a bunch of rock-type monsters a lot more frequently.

We’ve got Silver White Lance Mithrilmen and Shadow Blue Hammer Magic Silvermen.

… talk about a long name.

‘Thou needn’t worry about their colors; simply regard them as Mithrilmen and Magic Silvermen.’

Oh, you’ve got a point. Anyway, their equipment seems to be a part of their bodies. Not only is the experience is good, but the ores in their bodies are what we’re here for.

“Hmpf! Is that all you’ve got?!”

As Celes sweeps wide with her sword, the monsters swing their weapons. The clash makes a shrill noise.

“Aqua Shot!”

Arleaf said it’s dangerous to use fire in a mineshaft, so she switched to attacking with water magic. It’s pretty dang strong, so even if she doesn’t kill them outright, her magic still helps obstruct the enemies’ movement.

“Muuuuu!”

Muu puts up a good fight with its axe, but nowhere near the level of the two ladies.

“Swing your hip out more!” “Muu!”

Muu’s attacks get stronger with pointers from Celes. And me? Well, I’ve got a crossbow lent to me by Wayne and it does a good job too. But it’s kinda plain and it doesn’t really kill. I could let out a poisonous mist, but I’ll likely hit Celes and Arleaf with it too. The only other poison that would be good would be my new Mollifying Poison, I guess. They’re rocks, so they’re bound to be hard. I get the feeling that Paralysis Poison wouldn’t do a heck of a lot on them.

‘It is not the case that it is ineffective, but unfortunately, thy poison is more akin to living creatures. Thou must increase your poison vocabulary.’

Then what’s a good poison on these rock-types?

‘There are silencing-type poisons which lowers defense. Silencing refers to the obstruction of their magical abilities, reducing the amount of mana in their system. It would be fairly effective against these monsters. Of course, anything to lower their hardness would be another option. Other than that, perhaps something to induce confusion would be good. However, it would not work unless the poison gets circulated in their systems.’

That’s hard to picture in my head. I mean, for an ex-software engineer from modern Japan like me, I’m basically told to imagine a whole new concept.

‘Nay, they are but stones and ores after all. That means they have a body. If you inject poison into their bodies, then it would circulate in their system.’

What about monsters without a physical body then? Like spirits or something?

‘Then mists would be effective against them, much like the same reason why holy water is effective.’

Hmm… there’s a myriad of different ways to use poison, huh?

“Wha—?!”

Celes squats down low in preparation of something. What the heck is happening? Then suddenly… the walls deep inside get wider and wider. What? Is the shaft shapeshifting right before my eyes? As the thought crosses my mind, something draws closer with a loud ka-thunk, ka-thunk. They sound like the footsteps of something heavy.

“Seems like we’re lucky today.”

Celes flashes a fearless grin and readies her sword. For some reason though, I don’t think there’s anybody that would agree with her statement…

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Here be some angst! Can I have HCs/reactions of the RFA finding out another member has been hitting MC due to stress

***So, I actually think it’s impossible for an RFA member to canonically hit MC unless it was an accident, so what I did here was switch it to MC has an abusive boyfriend that they find out about. I hope this is still acceptable to you anon! I just like to stick as canon as I can as far as behaviors go. ~Let’s Connect! FFC***

Characterbreakdown: Good Ending Original Route Characters (without the romantic aspect)

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Jumin:

As soon as he sees the bruising he takes your wrist and whisks you away to his penthouse, on the phone to the authorities.

You beg him not to make the fuss, that it was just an accident, but the look in his eyes is cold defiance; he knows the truth.

He’ll take you personally to the hospital to make sure you’re alright physically and then get you a therapist for any other trauma.

He sets you up in his room in the penthouse, moving himself into the guest room, wanting you to feel comfortable and to keep you safe.

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Zen:

He can tell that you’re trying to hide something from him, since you’re turning your face away, so he takes your chin and then just stares, ruby eyes going wide and then narrowing. “Stay here.”

Zen takes off, and you can feel terror in your gut, you don’t want him to get hurt! Not on your account!

Not that you really need to worry. Thankfully, our sweet albino knows how to fight because of his motorcycle gang days

 Zen speeds on his motorcycle to your boyfriend’s place, getting in a punch of his own, which starts a fight.

With bruised knuckles he returns and tells you your boyfriend won’t be hitting you anymore.

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Seven:

The big shit-eating grin on his face as he stepped out in front of you dressed exactly like you disappeared completely.

His skin was clean, yours wasn’t.

He got serious really fast, the idea clicking in his head immediately. “Call him.”

Seven posed as your boyfriend came in, so confused because…‘How did you cover them up?’

The redhead was an expert at this particular brand of acting. ‘What, the bruises you gave me?’

When your boyfriend nodded, confused that you seemed…different somehow, Seven hopped off the chair he was sitting on and pulled the wig away

Just as your boyfriend was realizing what happened and starting to clench his fist as though to go after Seven, the redhead pressed a button, the massive tv screen behind him playing a recording of what had just happened “I think the world might like to know you’re an abusive asshole. Or you could leave and never talk to MC again.”

Seven is not above blackmail, and he gets what he wants here.

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Jaehee:

She sees you crying into your coffee and approaches…then she sees it “Hh…MC.”

Her poor partner…Jaehee quickly ushers you into the back, grabbing some blankets and wrapping them around you.

“Dont you worry, MC, you’re going to stay with me now.”

Your boyfriend comes looking for you, but Judo master Jaehee isn’t letting him anywhere near you, and has her phone open with the emergency number already placed in it.

“Leave her alone, or the rightful authorities will be involved.” Bye bye, boyfriend.

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Yoosung:

First aid, he’s immediately checking you over frantically, making sure you’re not seriously injured or in need of emergency aid.

Once he’s satisfied that you’re not in need of an ambulance, his brows knit together as a scowl forms on his face. “Who did this to you MC?”

You explain everything was just an accident, that you love your boyfriend still, and it was just stress, but Yoosung our sweet and romance versed man can’t help but blurt out his feelings on the subject.

“No matter how stressed someone is…That’s not love. Love is taking care of each other, no matter how hard it gets, being there for each other as equals…A man who hits you doesnt deserve someone as sweet, kind, beautiful, and precious as you, MC…you deserve better.”

His speech just manages to make you cry, and he ends up just taking care of you there at his place.

When your boyfriend comes to pick you up, Yoosung defiantly stands between the two of you, even though he’s much more physically weak than your boyfriend.

You try to pull Yoosung away, but he’s so determined to protect you that he doesnt even react.

Thankfully…hurtfully…your boyfriend just looks at you and then laughs “Well fine…you can keep her then.”

Yoobby will take much better care of you, I promise.

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