#the universal constant of bad aim

[aspiringnexu]

Conventions should have 'fighting' rings simply because we could pit a stormtrooper against a Red Shirt and watch the laws of the universe battle it out.

[florwons]

‧₊˚ ⋅ hurt — nishimura riki ‧ ˚₊‧

synopsis you hated niki. he hated you. despite your ongoing rivalry, your recent arm injury seems to have had an unexpected effect on your so-called enemy. rather than making fun of your injury, he's shown a surprising twist of kindness by wanting to draw on your cast instead.

pairing rival!niki x fem!reader genre fluff, e2ls, hs au !

warnings profanity, injury, just niki and reader being a bickering mess !! typical rival things

featuring danielle newjeans jungwon enhypen wc 2303 !

note first enha work !! first time on blr and i think i’m getting a hang of it.. took too much time figuring out everything though 😵‍💫. i guess this happens when you’re bored (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) anyhow, i just think niki fits e2ls !! also i think he fits this cute idea i was thinking about so why not combine the two ?? might also create a part 2 to this !!

— read part 2 here !

"Wow, two whole months for it to heal? I’m sure it hurt, didn’t it?" Danielle exclaimed, her expression filled with shock as she glanced from your cast to your face. The two of you were seated next to each other during your first period, giving her a chance to closely examine your injury.

"Yeah," you replied with a touch of sarcasm, a sigh escaping your lips as you gazed at the plain, white cast encasing your arm. "Just the sort of thing that can happen when you take up a part-time job at a convenience store. But, my doctor assured me it's not too serious, so this arm should be back to its usual self soon!" You lightly tapped your arm with your free hand, showing her that you’re completely fine.

"Well, it's still frustrating to have to let it heal for that long," she pouted, receiving a light chuckle from you. Extending your uninjured arm, you gently held her hand, offering her a soft smile. "Don't worry, Danielle. Two months will fly by."

You were truly grateful for a friend like Danielle, who consistently showed concern for your well-being. It made you wonder why your life couldn't be filled with people like her instead of people like him. But no, the universe had different plans and had given you Niki, your classmate, or rather your enemy.

This rivalry with Niki had its roots all the way back to elementary school, and due to both of your stubbornness, it had been brought into your high school years. Poor Danielle found herself caught in this mess, being friends with both of you. You did feel bad for involving her, but the blame fell largely on Niki, who seemed to exist solely to get under your skin.

"Does... you-know-who... know about your injury? You guys walk to and from here together," Danielle hesitated, bringing up him in the conversation cautiously. You shook your head and replied, "No, not as far as I know. I actually left a bit early today—oh no."

Your hand instinctively moved to your forehead, the beginnings of a headache forming from the thought. Danielle let out a small gasp, concern evident in her expression. "What's wrong, YN? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine—wait, no, I'm not!"

"Why? What's the matter?"

"It's Niki! I just remembered that he's probably going to make fun of my injury for the entire two months." You slumped in your chair, already envisioning the scenarios in your mind. "That asshole."

“You actually got me worried!”

"Sorry, but this is something you should be worried about! Niki's constant teasing might be the end of me!"

"YN, you'll handle it. You both argue every day, anyway," Danielle said with a dismissive tone, not fully grasping how serious the issue felt to you. After all, Niki having another reason to mock you during class was far from trivial.

You sighed, realizing that you really wished for your arm to heal as quickly as possible.

In what seemed like no time at all, the second period arrived—a bit faster than usual. You hurried into the classroom, aiming to get into your seat promptly. But there was no use of that if he’s your seatmate! Just why couldn’t it be Danielle? You silently cursed your teacher for arranging the seating this way. More people started filling the classroom, and Niki’s unmistakable blonde hair caught your attention — he was walking your way.

His gaze fixed strangely on your arm as you withdrew it from the desk, letting it hang at your side. You deliberately avoided meeting his eyes, unwilling to deal with his presence at the moment. The scrape of his chair against the floor caught your ear, prompting you to take a deep breath. "Already pissed?" His voice carried a teasing tone, and you could practically feel the smirk in his words, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Aw, you got my routine down already?” You scoffed, placing your notebook on your desk. You were determined to shut out his annoying voice, but of course, life had other plans. "Seems like it. Just call it the Niki effect, I guess."

"Yeah, a real heartwarming effect," you replied monotonously, your attention shifting to the front of the classroom. In the corner of your eye, you could see him take out a notebook as well. You silently hoped he'd simply focus on his work and not pay attention to you, though it seemed he had different intentions.

“What’s up with your arm?” he points at your injured arm with his pencil. Now that made you wish you could snap that pencil in half. Nonetheless, you managed to maintain your composure, or at least tried to, as you responded calmly. "Oh, you know, just your typical arm-breaking experience. Nothing major—just a cozy two-month wait for it to return to normal."

"I didn't need a breakdown of your recovery process, but I suppose thank you for letting me know,” Niki remarked, adjusting his seat position. "Wouldn't expect any less from someone like you."

Holding onto your pencil, the pressure of it snapped its lead, and you clenched your teeth in frustration. "Do you ever know when to just keep your mouth shut?" you retorted, your tone edged with irritation.

"It's one of my finer qualities—maybe you should catch up," he shot back, a hint of amusement evident in his voice.

"Sure thing. Just do me a favor and stay quiet for two months, will you?"

He raised an eyebrow. "And what's in it for me?"

"Me sparing you from my rude remarks—just not like what you're doing right now."

“Can’t make any promises,” He dragged the last word, making you sigh. He smiled slightly, knowing he knew exactly how to piss you off.

The bell rang, and relief washed over you like a wave. Hastily gathering your belongings, you were so focused on getting out of the classroom that you failed to notice Niki's gaze on you. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you headed toward Danielle. Unknown to you, Niki's attention lingered, a subconscious concern for your well-being flickering in his mind.

"Niki? Niki!" Jungwon tapped him on the shoulder, causing Niki to start slightly. Wait, what was he doing just now? Before he could analyze his actions, Jungwon pulled him from his thoughts. "You seemed out of it for a bit. Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I spaced out for a second. Let's not miss our third period, alright?" Niki hurriedly packed his things, walking alongside Jungwon, his earlier behavior still puzzling him.

Niki's earlier slip-up had him lost in thought, and it continued especially during P.E. class. His eyes were drawn to you, sitting on the bleachers with a bored expression, casually observing the movement of the others. Then, unexpectedly, you excused yourself and headed toward the nurse's office. Niki found himself continuing to watch you, his focus on you more than anything else around.

"Hey, Niki!" A familiar voice brought his attention away from you, just in time to see a ball hurtling his way. He attempted to react, but the ball had already hit his arm. Wincing, he gripped his arm, a small crowd forming around him. Mr. Kim scolded him, and Niki nodded in acknowledgment—it was his fault for not paying attention.

“Take this pass and go get an ice pack,” Mr. Kim said, already finishing up the pass for him. At first, he contemplated declining, but then he remembered that you were in the nurse's office.

This was the fastest he ever grabbed a pass. His movements were swift as he exited the gym and quickly navigated the route to the nurse's office, hoping he could arrive before you left.

He knocked on the door, and a soft voice invited him in. Stepping inside, he found you seated in one of the chairs. Your surprise was evident as you looked at him, his hand resting on his left arm—the same one you had injured. He observed as he grabbed an ice pack before making his way over to where you were sitting.

In the row of chairs, he left a space between you, taking a seat. Your voice broke the silence, teasingly suggesting, "Starting to think you're obsessed with me." Niki couldn't help but scoff lightly as he settled in.

While you weren't exactly off the mark with your comment, admitting such a thing to you was out of the question. He waved off your words with a dismissive tone, "Me? Obsessed with you? Sure, as if."

A quiet pause settled between you both, and subtle glances were exchanged. Breaking the silence, you remarked, "Seems like you're about to join me, huh?"

He looked at you with confusion etched on his face, only to glance down at his arm and yours—both injured in the same spot. Niki couldn't help but chuckle softly, acknowledging that you were right. "Well, not quite as bad as your situation."

"Shut up." Niki's laughter filled the air, and for the first time, you found his laugh endearing—a thought you quickly brushed off. You simply smiled at his boxy grin. Has his smile always been this charming?

Niki realized he had let his guard down, his throat clearing as he subtly corrected himself. He needed to maintain the distance he had always kept between you two—at least for now.

"What are you doing here?" you started to answer, but he interrupted himself, realizing his mistake. "I shouldn't have asked, I mean, look at your arm."

There was the Niki you still had so much hate for. "If I had both arms, I'd strangle you right here."

"But you can't."

"Yeah, thanks for the reminder, idiot—as if I wasn't already aware," you retorted, rising from your seat. He wouldn't be entirely honest if he didn't admit part of him wanted you to leave. It was strange, but he always felt a certain oddness when you weren't nearby. "Can't wait for you to make jokes about my injured arm at every given opportunity."

Your words sparked an idea in him, and as you turned to leave, he was already formulating a plan — his way of getting closer to you than before.

That's exactly what he did. Every chance he got to be near you, he seized it. His motives remained a mystery – was his plan to push you further away? If so, it was definitely working, as he managed to piss you off with every passing moment. Niki couldn't forget the way you clenched your teeth and let out exasperated sighs whenever he was around. He acknowledged he was being a nuisance, but was there really any other choice?

Could he just flip a switch and suddenly be friendly? That would be too suspicious, wouldn't it? Still, there was an inner push for him to say something decent for once.

And now, here he was, sitting beside you, gazing at your plain cast. Two weeks had already gone by – why hadn't anyone doodled on it yet? He hesitated before gently tapping your arm, causing you to look at him, your expression vacant. You were ready for him to bring up your arm again, almost as if you expected him to repeat his hurtful comments again.

“What? I swear if you make fun of my arm–”

"Can I draw on your cast?" He uttered the words, seemingly without a second thought, catching you completely off guard. Why this sudden change? Could he possibly be planning to write something embarrassing? Then again, your cast did look rather dull, almost too depressing to glance at. But, you still had your doubts.

“What? What if you draw something weird–”

“Come on, I’m not that terrible of a person.”

“Literally who do you think you are–”

“I’m your classmate, loser. Think I can’t be nice for once?” His words left you stunned, and you watched him retrieve a sharpie from his bag. He uncapped it, motioning for your arm to move closer to him. However, you found yourself hesitating, which prompted him to raise an eyebrow ever so slightly. "May I?" he asked.

You didn’t know what went through his head, and yours too! Before you knew it, you were extending your arm to him, watching as he concentrated on writing and drawing on your cast. He held it gently, clearly being cautious not to cause you any discomfort. You were undeniably intrigued by his actions, even though his presence was obstructing your view – not that you cared anyways.

Soon, he finished, closing the lid to his marker. The bell rang, almost as if on cue, causing him to hurry out of the classroom. It was as if the roles swapped, he was now the one rushing out quickly. His abrupt exit left you wondering – why was he so nervous? He didn’t know either, maybe he was suddenly being nice with his rival.

As you finally glanced at your cast, your eyes fell on the words he had written: "Hope you heal quickly, loser." Right beside the message was a small drawing of Shin-chan sticking his tongue out. This time you found yourself breaking into a smile, rather than being irritated.

"So you're telling me I could have been writing about your cast this whole time?" Danielle exclaims, her eyes fixed on the doodles now on your cast. She stops, examining the drawings more closely. "Hold on, isn't that Niki's handwriting?" Without giving you a chance to explain, Danielle is already teasing you mercilessly.

You knew you couldn’t argue back with her. After all, how could you explain the decision to let your rival draw on your cast? You gazed at the doodles once more, finding yourself involuntarily breaking into a small smile. Maybe, just maybe, you'd allow him to draw on your cast again.

Yeah, you were totally out of it.

[maldaptivedreamer]

A NEW SIDE

You discover a new side to Tyler.

content: Errors and mistakes, not entirely accurate to alien universe, maybe ooc, guns (idk anything about them), military (idk anything about it), and fighting (only ever fought my brother)

wc: ~2.6

a/n: This may be the only thing I write for Tyler. With that being said, there are theories about Tyler having been in the military or Weyand-Yutani security. That theory inspired me to write this story so… petitioning for more fics about Tyler in military or something.

The room is stark and sterile, lacking any trace of warmth or life. The blinding white walls seem to amplify the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights, creating an almost unbearable brightness. The lack of color or character only adds to the feeling of emptiness and isolation.

Outside, the dreary browns and dark oranges of Jackson’s star and its’ crumbling buildings are a stark contrast to this clinical environment. The air here is heavy with the scent of cleaning chemicals, masking any natural scents that might have existed before. It's suffocating, as if all living organisms have been wiped clean from this space.

The weight of the gun in your hands is a constant reminder of your purpose here. The cold metal seems to bite into your skin, grounding you in this sterile reality.

Despite the assistance of modern technology, there's a certain satisfaction in manually aiming at a target. You anchor the gun to your shoulder, feeling the weight and balance of it as you line up your sights with the distant bullseye. With steady focus, you release a few rounds, feeling the satisfying kickback of the powerful weapon.

The recoil of the gun jolts through your body, causing it to dig into your shoulder. As you release a breath and lower the gun, you hear the gruff voice of the old general calling out for everyone to return their firearms and check them in. After that, he instructs everyone to meet in Room A-5 for sparring with their assigned partners.

Letting out a sigh, you glance to your side and spot your partner, Tyler.

He fits the cliché description of tall, dark, and handsome perfectly. Standing at least six feet tall, his broad shoulders and lean muscles are evident even beneath the layers of Weyland-Yutani uniform.

Your eyes linger on Tyler for a moment, taking in his imposing figure as he stands a few lanes from you. His gaze is focused and alert, scanning the area with practiced precision.

As if sensing your attention, Tyler's eyes flick to meet yours. He nods slightly, acknowledging your presence before returning his gaze to scan the others as they move to check in their firearms.

Rolling your shoulder to ease the ache from the recoil, you follow the others and can sense Tyler falling into step behind you.

His deep accented voice breaks through the sound of shuffling feet and hushed conversations, "You're a good shot."

You scoff lightly and raise an eyebrow at him in amusement, “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself. But I s’pose that doesn’t mean much when aiming is automatic.”

Tyler chuckles softly at your response.

A comfortable silence falls between you as you both continue progressing in line.

As the silence stretches on, Tyler finally breaks it with a playful tone. "Looking at each of their targets, seems like they paired together the best of the class."

The comment catches you off guard. Tyler is not known for being talkative, to you at least, instead preferring to stay professional and quiet. Any attempts at humor or conversation from you are usually met with a few polite chuckles.

Biting your lip, you steal a glance at him and quietly reply, "Ah yes, because we are the best of the best. The rest of ‘em don’t stand a chance."

Tyler's lips quirk up in a rare smile at your response. "Modest."

You shrug, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Just stating facts. Though I suppose we'll see who's really the best once we get to sparring."

"Is that a challenge?" Tyler asks, his voice low and teasing.

You quickly shoot back, "Only if you're up for it."

He chuckles, the sound deep and rich. "Oh, I'm always up for a challenge."

As you reach the front of the line, you hand over your firearm to be checked in. Tyler does the same, his movements efficient and practiced. Tyler's fingers brush against yours for a brief moment, sending a jolt of electricity through your arm. You quickly pull your hand away, hoping he didn't notice your reaction.

The two of you make your way towards Room A-5, your footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

Carefully unzipping your bulky coat, you remove it and your shoes before stepping onto the mat. Tyler does the same, his movements smooth and practiced.

Both of you settle into fighting stances, playfully swiping at each other as you warm up on the mat. A sense of friendly competition fills the air between you.

Circling each other with fluid movements, Tyler lets out a playful click of his tongue before speaking with teasing undertones, “Y’know, heard someone say the general’s got a hard-on for you."

You can't help but scoff in amusement, firing back with a smile, "Really? Well, I've always been a sucker for mean old men. Guess that explains why he feels the need to torture me so often… What about you? Anyone caught your eye?"

A grin creeps into his voice as he answers, "I don't know, I've had my eye on that sandwich in the lunchroom."

Your stomach rumbles at the mention of food, and you can't help but let out a quiet groan. Absentmindedly shuffling your feet, you comment, "I am starving. Maybe I'll have to actually fight you for that sandwich."

Tyler chuckles in a low voice. "I'd like to see you try."

Rolling your eyes with a smirk, you speak, "Don't underestimate me. I'm scrappy when I'm hungry."

"Is that so?" There's a hint of challenge in his voice now. "Maybe we should test that. Or I could be persuaded to share."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by this playful side of Tyler you've never seen. "Oh? And what exactly would that persuasion entail?"

Your eyes lock with Tyler's, a charged moment of tension hanging between you. His gaze is intense, a mix of challenge and something else you can't quite place. He’s about to respond when the general's gruff voice cuts through the air.

"Alright, lovebirds. Less talking, more sparring."

You feel heat rise to your cheeks at the general's words, but quickly push the embarrassment aside. Refocusing on Tyler, you see a flicker of amusement in his eyes. Grinning, he raises his eyebrows and silently mouths the word jealous.

Releasing a giggle, you watch as his expression turns serious.

Without warning, Tyler lunges forward, aiming a swift jab at your stomach. You dodge just in time, pivoting on your heel to avoid the blow. Your training kicks in as you counter with a quick strike of your own, which Tyler easily deflects.

The two of you fall into a fierce rhythm, trading powerful hits back and forth. The sound of fists connecting with flesh echoes off the bare walls, creating a cacophony of grunts and thuds.

Drawing back with raised arms, you gasp for air as sweat rolls down your face. Tyler takes this opportunity to catch his own breath, but he recovers much quicker than you do. He advances towards you, his movements fluid and calculated.

In one swift motion, he lunges at you and twists your body around. With your back pressed against his chest, he wraps an arm tightly around your neck while attempting to wrap the other around your head. You struggle against him, trying to break free from his hold.

You throw your head back, stunning him, and swing your legs up. Using every ounce of strength in your body, you plant them firmly into the ground and shove him over your shoulder. His body slams into the ground with a loud thud that reverberates through the room.

Everyone turns to watch as Tyler groans on the ground, clearly winded from the impact. You wince at the sight, feeling slightly guilty for using such force. With a hint of amusement in your voice, you apologize to Tyler, "Sorry, didn't mean to hit you that hard."

Your intense training session comes to a brief pause as Tyler struggles. He forces himself to sit up, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. You extend a hand to help him up, and he gratefully accepts it. You both groan with effort as he gets to his feet.

As he wipes a finger across his lip, you notice a few drops of blood staining his skin. His face contorts in pain, and you speak in a hushed voice, “You okay?”

Tyler nods, grimacing as he licks his split lip. His voice is strained as he responds with a small groan, “Remind me to never get in the way of your food.”

You release a light laugh before taking your positions on opposite sides of the mat once again. With renewed energy, you resume sparring with each other.

The spar continues without any more incidents until the general calls for a break and dismisses everyone.

As you make your way to the cafeteria, you sneak a few glances at Tyler, silently admiring him. His muscular frame radiates heat, and a thin sheen of sweat glistens on his tanned skin.

The cafeteria is just as uninviting as the rest of the facility. The stark white walls and fluorescent lights mimicking the rest of the sterile facility. The smell of strong disinfectant lingers in the air, mixing with the low hum of chatter from other trainees. You grab your trays and fall into line behind Tyler, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours as you shuffle forward.

"So," Tyler says, his voice pitched low so only you can hear, "about that sandwich..."

You pause briefly to meet his gaze, noticing how his brown eyes seem to dance with mischief. Smirking, you reply in an equally hushed tone. "If you think that those puppy eyes of yours are gonna work, you’re wrong."

A low, rumbling chuckle escapes his lips. You can't help but shiver as he clicks his tongue and speaks in a sarcastic tone. "Damn. Figured you could throw me a bone after kicking my ass."

As you approach the front of the line, your eyes catch sight of the last sandwich sitting on the counter.

With a groan, you roll your head back and curse under your breath. From the corner of your eye, you can see Tyler's brown eyes twinkling with amusement.

Silently, you grab the sandwich and wait for him to join you, balancing the tray in your hands.

Tyler motions towards an empty table tucked away in the corner, a playful smile tugging at his lips. You nod and follow him through the bustling crowd.

As you take your seats, you lean in close to him with a playful scowl adorning your face. Raising one finger for emphasis, you speak sternly. "Once. I'm only going to do this once. So don't expect any more favors from me. I don't like sharing… Being an only child, I never had to."

Squinting playfully at him as he grins back at you, you add, “Also… I stand by what I said. Those puppy eyes of yours… useless.”

Tyler's eyes light up with amusement as you slide half the sandwich across the table to him. "I'll take it," he says, his voice warm with gratitude.

As he takes a bite, his lips curve into a small smile. "And for the record," he continues, "I wasn't trying to use puppy eyes. That's just my face."

You snort, taking a bite of your half. "Sure, it is. I bet that face gets you out of a lot of trouble."

He shrugs casually, but there's a hint of playfulness in his gesture. "Maybe. But it clearly doesn't work on you." His tone is very obviously sarcastic.

Taking another mouthful, you give him a small glare. You roll your eyes, but can't help the smile tugging at your lips. "Don't let it go to your head. This is a one-time deal, remember?"

"Of course," he nods solemnly, but there's a glint in his eye that suggests he doesn't believe you for a second. "I'll treasure this moment forever."

You snort, taking a bite of your half. The sandwich isn't anything special - standard cafeteria fare - but after the intense sparring session, it tastes like heaven. You both eat in companionable silence for a few moments, the buzz of conversation from the other tables washing over you.

He breaks the silence after swallowing a mouthful. "Only child, huh? That explains a lot," he teases.

Humming past a mouthful, you ignore his teasing and curiously ask, “What about you? You give off the vibe of protective brother. In a healthy and very not weird, incesty, misogynistic way… If that makes sense.”

Letting out a confused and shocked laugh, he runs a hand through his hair and nods. His voice is soft, “Yeah, got ‘a kid sister. Her name’s Kay.”

As he talks about her, you can see the fondness and love in his expression. A small grin forms on his face at the thought of her. Tilting your head, you speak past a cheekful of food, “What’s she like? What’s having a sister like?”

Tyler's eyes soften as he thinks about his sister. "Kay's... she's something else. She’s kind. Smarter than me, stubborn as hell. Accidently finding trouble, and somehow fumbling her way out of it." He chuckles, shaking his head fondly. "Having a sister is... it's complicated. One minute you're fighting, the next you're schemin' together. We always watch out for each other, whether we’re fightin' or not."

You nod as he finishes. Part of you can't help but feel envious of the bond they share. It's clear that having a sister has been a source of joy and strength for him. "Sounds nice," you muse. "Though I can't imagine sharing my stuff all the time."

"Oh, sharing isn't optional," Tyler laughs. "It's more like... strategic borrowing without permission."

You raise an eyebrow. "You mean stealing?"

"I prefer liberating," he grins.

Giggling, you lightly tap his foot under the table with your own, “I’m so fucking glad I didn’t have to deal with that. That sounds annoying.”

He shrugs and takes a final bite of his sandwich, finishing it off quickly. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he rubs his hands together. Without saying a word, he points silently to it, and you realize you don’t have much time left. Time isn’t exactly something that Weyland-Yutani is generous with.

Standing up quickly, you shove the rest of your sandwich into your mouth in a rush. Ignoring his surprised and slightly amused expression, you brush crumbs off of your clothes.

As you both stand to leave, Tyler's eyes linger on you for a moment. There's a softness in his gaze that wasn't there before, a warmth that makes your heart skip a beat.

"Thanks for the sandwich," he says, his voice low. "And for not completely destroying me during sparring."

You grin, playfully bumping his shoulder with yours. "Don't get used to it. Next time, kiddie gloves are off."

He chuckles, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. "I look forward to it."

As you walk back to the training area, a sense of unease settles in your stomach. There's a subtle shift between you and Tyler - the usual professional distance has dissolved into something more personal. The easy banter and shared meal have created a new dynamic, one that both excites and unnerves you.

Despite the physically demanding drills and exercises, your mind feels light and carefree. The glances and looks exchanged between you and Tyler throughout the day make your heart race with anticipation.

When you lay down in your bed, exhaustion finally catching up to you, your mind buzzes with thoughts of him. The fluttering sensation in your gut is a mix of nervousness and excitement.

[olivialau]

Shadow's Embrace Ch.3

Sukuna x Reader

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fanfiction based on the universe of "Jujutsu Kaisen," created by Gege Akutami. The original manga, anime, and characters belong to their respective owners and creators.

Notes:

This story unfolds in the Jujutsu world, set in a slightly altered universe where Sukuna inhabits his own vessel distinct from Itadori Yuji's body, making him a separate entity.

Summary:

Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, becomes fascinated with a female sorcerer rich in potential but lacking control. Initially seizing her for his destructive plans, Sukuna aims to bind her abilities through a contract. Yet, as he tries to dominate her, he finds himself intrigued by her strength and determination. Over time, his interest evolves from strategic advantage to a deeper, personal connection.

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CHAPTER 3 - Untamed Power

As you plummeted into darkness, memories began to flood your mind. Was this what they meant when they spoke of life flashing before your eyes as death approached?

Images of your parents surfaced—kind-hearted people, always burdened by their meager jobs, struggling to pay the rent. They loved you deeply, no doubt, yet the relentless demands of survival left little room for their daughter.

You had always believed the world to be unfair. Being born into wealth or power seemed to guarantee success, unlike the tireless toil of your parents who returned home each night, their faces etched with the fatigue of endless work, yet still forcing a kind smile.

You harbored no resentment toward them; they didn't choose to be born into such a harsh system. Yet, as a child, the longing for their presence gnawed at your heart, a constant ache that never quite went away.

After school, you would sit on the porch of your house, the hours stretching long as you waited for the familiar sound of your parents' car in the driveway. With a tree branch in hand, you traced intricate shapes and figures in the dry soil, losing yourself in the dusty canvas beneath your feet.

One fateful day, as you were engrossed in one of your drawings, a pair of feet suddenly intruded upon your freshly sketched picture. You looked up to see a girl your age with jet-black hair tied back in a messy ponytail. She deliberately shuffled her feet, further ruining your creation, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Whoopsie, my bad," she chuckled.

You shot her a nasty glare and were about to push her away when she extended her hand, a dazzling smile catching you off guard. "Nice to meet you! I'm Ayumi."

Surprised by her sudden friendly demeanor, you tentatively shook her hand. Her voice was gentle but carried a mocking undertone as she continued, "You always seem so lonely and sad... It's hard to look at, y'know?" She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, then snapped her fingers as if struck by inspiration. "How about we go on an adventure, you and me?" she smirked.

The memory disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by that same darkness that enveloped you upon impact.

Gradually, you became more aware, feeling your heartbeat, hearing a low hum in the background. The dark fog seemed to lighten, and as it did, you blinked your eyes open, slowly adjusting to the light around you.

Your mind grappled with the hazy recollections of your fight with Sukuna's curses. The details were blurred and vague, but the lingering sense of dread and exhaustion was all too real.

Carefully, you moved your hands, feeling the softness of a mattress beneath you. Your brow furrowed in confusion as you took in your surroundings – no longer the twisted, ominous domain of the King of Curses, but a sparse, industrial-looking room with concrete walls and floors.

A small window let in a faint sliver of light, and you felt a momentary sense of relief, until your gaze settled upon a figure to your right, sitting cross-legged on the floor, his eyes shut as if in meditation.

Your heart dropped as you recognized the unmistakable presence of Ryomen Sukuna. Panic began to well up within you, but you forced yourself to remain calm, to assess the situation as best as you could.

Sukuna's eyes remained closed, and you couldn't help but wonder if this was some sort of ploy.

As your gaze drifted downwards, you were surprised to find yourself covered in bandages. The sight of the wrappings sent a jolt of awareness through your body, and suddenly the pain that had been dulled by your unconsciousness came rushing back, throbbing and aching in intensity. You couldn't help but wince at the discomfort.

Your mind raced as you tried to discern Sukuna's intentions. Had he patched you up for a reason? Or was this merely a brief interlude before he resumed his torment?

Your gaze flickered between Sukuna's serene form and the bandages that covered your battered body.

At the slightest movement, the mattress beneath you creaked, the sound cutting through the tense silence. Your eyes immediately snapped towards Sukuna, dread coiling in your stomach.

To your surprise, the King of Curses did not open his eyes, but rather his brows furrowed in an expression of pure annoyance.

"Silence, brat" he spat, his voice sharp and commanding. "Can't you see I'm concentrating?"

Daunted by the uncertainty of the situation and unsure of what to do next, you couldn't help but peer up at Sukuna, and then, your curiosity overriding your better judgment you asked; "Why... why did you bring me here?" your voice barely above a whisper. "And why did you—"

But the moment the words left your lips, Sukuna's eyes snapped open, his crimson gaze fixing on you in a threatening manner.

"Didn't I tell you to be silent?" he growled. Cursed energy seemed to emanate from his words, hitting you with a sharpness so intense that it sliced across your cheek. You felt the sting of the cut, blood trickling down to stain the sheets beneath you.

His eyes burned with a predatory light, as he stared at you. "You would do well to remember your place," he hissed.

Then he rose from his seated position, his white robe rustling as he brushed the creases from the fabric. To your surprise he went on to answer your previous question. "Is your stupid human brain so tiny that you've already forgotten?" he sneered, his voice dripping with condescension.

"Or did you think I brought you here out of the goodness of my heart?" he scoffed.

Sukuna's expression darkened as he reminded you of his twisted plans – to use you as a pawn, to bind you to him through a contract that would force you to obey his every command.

"I have a grand design in motion, little sorcerer," he growled, his eyes narrowing. "And you, will be an integral part of it, whether you like it or not. "

Sukuna's gaze bore into you, as if trying to read your every thought, "And by the looks of it, it seems like I haven't broken that sorry excuse of a spirit yet,"

His lips curled into a sadistic grin, as he warned "So the following days will be, well, more than a little unpleasant for you,"

Sukuna was toying with you. He had no intention of just using you as a pawn – he sought to break you, to shatter your very will until you were nothing more than a docile, obedient tool.

Sukuna's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer. Then, with a dismissive glance, he turned his back to you, his white robes swaying with the movement.

"Oh, and the reason I patched you up?" he purred, his voice coated with malicious intent.

"It's so I can break you all over again."

The implication of his words sent a shiver down your spine, but you refused to let him see you cower. Taking a deep breath, you steadied yourself, willing your body to stop shaking.

Sukuna then walked off, disappearing around a corner. You listened intently, hearing his footsteps ascend a flight of stairs. Followed by the sound of a lock clicking into place.

Glancing around the room, you noted the small window again. It was positioned very high on the wall, so you concluded that you must be in a basement of sorts.

You carefully paced along the cold, concrete walls, your fingers trailing against the rough surface.

Until you were met with the unsettling sensation of an invisible force— Sukuna must have set up an energy barrier, you thought to yourself.

He had essentially trapped you, and it angered you beyond words, igniting a spark of determination within.

Lying down and accepting your fate was not an option, not when you possessed the power to fight back.

You thought hard about all your possibilities. Could you try to break out? No, the barrier's strength was obvious, an impenetrable wall of cursed energy. Setting a trap for Sukuna seemed equally futile. The room was barren, save for a worn-out sofa, a coffee table, and a mattress. Your eyes roamed over these items, seeking any potential use, but they offered no immediate solution.

What did you have available right now? You asked yourself, frustration mounting.

Then it dawned on you—your cursed energy. The one constant, the one weapon always at your disposal. If you could practice and refine your skills, perhaps you could tip the scales in your favor.

Wincing through the pain, you planted your feet firmly on the ground. With focused determination, you channeled the bottled-up emotions—anger, pain, and fear—that surged through you. You tensed every muscle, every fiber of your being, as if trying to squeeze out all the power within you.

Suddenly, a bolt of cursed energy erupted from your palms, blasting towards the barrier that Sukuna had erected.

But the energy was uncontrolled, and the blast ricocheted off the barrier, shooting back towards you. You barely managed to duck in time, the as the stray energy crackled over your head.

"Shit," you muttered under your breath.

Despite your best efforts, your power remained erratic and unruly, refusing to bend to your will.

Time and time again, you tried to channel your energy, only to be met with the same result – blasts that careened out of control, sometimes striking you, other times slamming into the walls and furniture, leaving the room in shambles.

Surveying the chaos, a wave of despair washed over you. Your cursed energy, your sole potential weapon, proved as unruly and capricious as ever.

After what felt like hours of relentless, fruitless attempts, your body was pushed to the brink of exhaustion. Battered and injured, both by Sukuna's previous attacks and your own uncontrolled bursts of cursed energy, you were nearing the edge of your limits.

Yet, summoning the last of your resolve, you forced your body to center itself, pouring every ounce of your remaining strength into one final attempt, setting the door as your target.

A bolt of cursed energy erupted from your palms, spiraling towards its mark in an unexpectedly straight line– and just as you felt a glimmer of hope, the door swung open, revealing the imposing figure of Ryomen Sukuna.

To your dismay, Sukuna effortlessly ducked the attack, his lightning-fast reflexes easily evading your strike. A low, rumbling chuckle escaped his lips as he regarded you with a mixture of amusement and disdain.

"Well, well, you've made quite the mess, little sorcerer," His eyes sweeping over the havoc you had wreaked in the room.

Slowly, deliberately, he approached you, his movements predatory and graceful like a stalking beast. You instinctively took a step back, your body recoiling as he invaded your personal space.

"What's the matter?" Sukuna taunted, his voice a chilling, silky whisper.

His hand shot out, seizing your wrist with a tight grip. You tensed, expecting another cruel assault, but to your surprise, he merely traced his fingers along the lines of your palm, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"Do it again," he commanded, with a certain authority. "Channel your cursed energy through your hands."

Hesitantly, still wary of his intentions, you complied, focusing your concentration and allowing the familiar surge of power to build within you.

As you channeled your power, Sukuna's gaze locked onto yours.

"Stop," he commanded, "See what you're doing? Your whole body is like a coiled spring."

Sukuna's fingers tapped against your forehead, drawing your attention. "You have to stop trying to physically force it out. Instead feel the flow, guide it with calm intent."

His words, surprisingly devoid of their usual malice, made you pause. Sukuna was observing your technique, offering a critique, and you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of intrigue at this unexpected shift in his demeanor.

"Now try it again," he instructed, his voice low and measured. "Relax your entire body and direct all your focus towards the sensation of your cursed energy, gently guiding it towards your hands."

As he spoke, his finger traced a path from your forehead, down the length of your arm, until it came to rest upon your palm. The delicate touch sent a shiver through you, and you found yourself instinctively following his guidance.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, allowing the tension to bleed from your muscles.

Focusing inward, you could feel the hum of your cursed energy, a power that had always felt sloppy and erratic. But this time, instead of trying to force it out, you gently coaxed it, guiding it towards your palm.

A small bolt of cursed energy began to form in your hand. Unlike your previous uncontrolled bursts, this one felt different – powerful, yet tamed.

The energy crackled and pulsed in your hand, contained and harnessed, rather than exploding outwards. A sense of wonder and accomplishment washed over you, a glimmer of hope.

Your gaze flicked up to Sukuna, a silent question in your eyes, as if seeking his approval or acknowledgment of your progress.

But the moment of wonder was fleeting, as Sukuna's expression quickly shifted back to his usual cold, demeanor, as he let out a derisive scoff.

"Pathetic," he spat, "You call yourself a sorcerer, and yet you don't even know the most basic principles of jujutsu?"

Sukuna turned his back on you, striding towards the door. Reaching down, he retrieved a plastic bag that had been set aside, and from it, he pulled out a loaf of bread and a large bottle of water.

With a dismissive flick of his wrist, he tossed the provisions at your feet, ensuring that you would have to bend down and exert yourself to retrieve them.

The gesture was a blatant display of his power and control over you, a subtle reminder of your captive status.

Despite this, a small smile tugged at the edge of your lips. Today, you had grown stronger. And one day, you vowed silently, you would be strong enough to bring him to his knees.

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[bl4z33467]

Ahem, so here, yes here, is my INSANE LORE for vulpes in my stupid little universe.

So the year is 2259. A young laddie is born in utah. He was found by a legionary scout and brought to the legion. For reasons i have not yet decided, ceaser decided this child, named Vulpes Inculta, would be raised as the protege to the legion, aka his replacement. For the moment this was decided, Vulpes was schooled and trained every day. Since the plan was to be the leader of the legion, there was a greater emphasis on learning from the books rather than fighting. He had classes on english and latin, learned hundreds of battle strategies, wars from all across history, diplomacy and of course, leading a faction. Vulpes LOVED this. He found it fascinating and empowering. On the other hand, when he was meant to train in the art of the fight, he was... less than enthusiastic. He was terrible with the sword, pitiful punching skills, his aim was terrible with guns and he nearly blew up himself with explosives many times. It was looking hopeless. Around age 8 they decided to focus more on the learning rather than training, for the kids sake. (If you lift up his shirt you'll find alot of scars from sword slashes) This constant sitting and reading, writing and studying did not do well to the kid's physical health. (Also for everyone's sake i think childhood obesity is bad but like its part of the lore). The legion noticed this and decided that they should try again. They decided that his intelligence must be nature, so another vulpes that was trained for fighting would be the ultimate threat and leader. Some legionaries had found an empty vault from eastern idaho that's experiment called for cloning the original dwellers for each generation rather than typical reproduction. They secretly took Vulpes's DNA and the cloning technology to grow a baby boy, ten years after vulpes was born. This was all done without vulpes' knowledge. When this baby was born, a large ceremony was held. Vulpes was given a knew name, Vulpes Altilis Inculta, and this baby was named Vulpes Novos Inculta. There was celebration with the new vulpes. It was all about Novos. Altilis knew what Novos ment. The New Vulpes. Literally. Altilis had sorta forgetten what his name meant, so he'd have to look that up later. Altilis at the time didn't mind too much. Having a younger brother seemed pretty cool. When he had off, he often would hang out with his little bro. Eventually, Novos was old enough to start training for battle. When he was 4, he began training endurance running, and by age six, he was full on sword fighting with the legion trainers. His aim, immaculate, his ability with the sword, like nothing they had seen before. Unfortunately, the legion had sort have forgotten to teach him. He spoke only basic latin, reading was strenuous, and his suaveness with speech was lacking. The legion, after two times, failed to see that many traits are nurture over nature. They have created an amazing athlete who's as dumb as a brick, and a war strategist genius who can't walk up the stairs without taking a break to catch his breath.

Novos though, was still beloved by the legion more than Altilis. They found his feats of might empowering. Ceaser saw this and used him to boost morale of the legion. The better Novos got, the more Altilis was pushed to the wayside.

On altilis's 18th birthday, he was extremely excited to celebrate his coming to adulthood. In previous years, His birthdays where large celebrations, drawing nearly every legionary to celebrate the protege growing up. This year though, no one really noticed. The day came and went. A few birthday wishes from some people he talked too, but otherwise, no one really cared. Furious, he returned to his study, enraged. "Its all because of HIM. NOVOS. The NEW desert fox. What does Atilis even mean??" He pulled one of his latin dictionaries down and began searching for this word until- he finds it. He reads the english translation in horror. "They named me.. fat??? Pampered?? How DARE THEY?!? Is that all i am to them?? Some spoiled brat?? Just because i cant fight well- or any athleticism well- doesn't mean thats all that defines me!!" He flips through, looking for other words that would fit him better "Lacertosus, vinnulus, primum, primigenius, melius, SOLUM!! These! These are the names i deserve! What should have been!" He pouts to himself. He was a failure in there eyes. All because of his stupid clone. Novos was better than him in every way he thought.

On the flip side, Novos found Altilis to be the coolest thing since nuclear fission. He basically idolized him. He could often be found peaking in on what his brother was doing, hoping to pick up on just a sliver of his knowledge. He knew he was stupid, but was too embarrassed to speak up about it. He would often be shooed away but that didn't deter him from coming back. He had this deep desire to obsess over maps as he did, but could never figure them out. He always followed the commands Altilis gave when it came to battle, as he thought, "If Altilis thinks its right, it must be." And he was nearly every time. He loved his brother. He wanted to be like him, but not to replace him. Altilis though, saw his desire to be like him as a way to replace him. This wore down altilis. He had enough. He was old news, obviously. No one wants the uglier, fatter, spoiled, unathletic, outdated vulpes. The legion would be better off without him. Not just the legion, but the world. He was going to do it.

Its the night before his 28th birthday. He hikes his way to one of the mountain around The Fort and sits down and waits. He wields a pair of binoculars. He waits in only his shirt and undershorts, his robe, hood, skirt, pip boy, boots and socks removed. He periodically takes his binoculars to see if anyone is looking for him. He decides if no one would come to him before his 28th birthday was over, he would finish the job. The day goes on, and ends. The moon begins to rise as the sky darkens. Altilis feels at peace, incredibly sad, but at peace. He takes one last look around and spots a single torch wandering, seemingly getting closer. He reaches for his pip boy, taking note there was still a few more hours left in the day. After about two hours, he hears footsteps behind him. He doesn't bother to look. The mysterious person sits down next to him.

"Ive been looking for you, Altilis."

...

"I missed you today. I was worried about you. I asked around everywhere for you and no one said they had seen you since yesterday. One person told me they saw you leaving the fort, so i came looking"

...

Novos pushes a book over to Altilis.

"I got you this, happy 28th, Altilis."

Altilis takes the book. He's unable to read what it is in the night.

"Its about Canids. I know you like foxes and coyotes and all those creatures from before the war"

Altilis's voice is noticeably strained. Horse form not drinking all day and not speaking, and pained from his depression

"You remembered?"

"Of course I did. I mean you wear your coyote every day"

"No, that today was my birthday"

"Well... yeah. You are my brother. "

"No one else remembered. No one else cares."

"Don't say that! im sure the rest of the legion cares."

"The don't care like they used to. Im nothing to them now. Ever since you came. They like you better than me."

Novos pauses for a bit. He sounds noticeably saddened, as if holding back tears.

"Is that why you're up here?"

"No one would have noticed I was gone. No one would have cared. I could just walk of the edge here and no one would notice."

Novos pauses again

"I wouldn't be able to go on if you were gone"

...

"You're everything to me, Altilis. You're the coolest brother i could ever ask for. I know you dont like me as much, but i seriously dont know what i would do without you. I wouldn't be half the man i am without you."

Theres a silence for a bit, eventually a soft cry is heard.

"Altilis?"

Altilis is choking up between sniffles as he speaks.

"I have been purposely a jerk for you for so long, why on earth do you like me so much?"

"Well..." novos ponders, "...you're smarter than ill ever be, thats for sure. You seem to have it all together. I see know though that you dont, but at least you can present yourself as put together. Me? Im always a mess."

"You were made to replace me, Novos. I'm not good enough for the legion. They want you, not me. No matter what I will do, you will always be better than me. You are what could have been me. Im just a walking, rejected garbage. Im worthless"

Novos strains in thought, not knowing what to do, as his intelligence is quite low. He does know one thing. He reaches over to his clone and embraces him in a hug.

"Never leave. Never. You are so special and talented. You dont need to be me and i dont need to be you."

Altilis lets his emotions get the best of him and just lets it all out. After a while, novos guides his brother down the mountain safely and back to the fort. The gained new respect to each, especially Altilis to Novos. They know frequently work together and Altilis whiling shares his interests work and other activities with his brother.

[hell-drabbles]

Been into "what if"s and alternative universes stuff, safe to say i'm very interested in what it would look like if the Companion is the Descendant of Solomon instead of Ra-on. I wonder if Ra-on will get his shit together if that happened and tried to get his Companion out of the filthy hands of demons while trying to survive and fix the mess of the Hell.

The role reversal would be interesting to see if both Companion and Ra-on still have their traits together as themselves and not the contrary. It's... Not a pleasant thing to think of Companion as... Ra-on.

Let's see how many Demons would get hit by Companion's pipe and ask for more if the Companion is the Star of the Show, lololol

Ain't that a question. Well I won't lie, I have thought about it from time to time, just never bothered to explore it any deeper since I was distracted by other things.

Anyways, I'm gonna ramble so strap in.

For one thing, Ra-on would be heavily more well adjusted since his family wasn't killed. He'd be a very gentle man, and probably grew up with overprotective parents so he has that sheltered, air-headedness about him that comes with living in a little bubble.

Oh and he's still explosively horny. Now that he isn't under the constant watch of his parents, he's going all out in finding his preferences online. And is certainly not a virgin by this point. I'd actually imagine that he's aiming to be a part-time sex worker, but is too busy with college at the moment to look deeper into it.

And as for the Companion... I'd say they have a lot less disinterest in the world around them. Dismissive, simply putting all of their focus on finding the people that killed their family. They've pretty much narrowed their world to just Ra-on and Minhyeok and doesn't have anyone else beyond that. They're very protective of that small circle, to an unhealthy degree honestly. So, in contrast to the current strained dynamic of Companion and Ra-on, it feels like the this version of the Companion and Ra-on are about to consume each other.

"You're so delicate. You'll be ripped apart."

Companion has not had a healthy sleep in years, and they struggle immensely to find joy in anything that isn't related to Ra-on and Minhyeok. When they're not burning with intense rage, they're often found very, very apathetic. As such, they give the devils little to no respect, no matter how much these devils may adore them.

But, the devils being devils, they will not stop trying. They will get past the Companion's emotional walls. This, of course, has horrible consequences. Because you can't attempt to fix a person that doesn't want to fix themselves.

So yeah, the only way anyone can get the Companion interested in saving Hell at all is to either say that the angels have something to do with their family getting slaughtered, or have Ra-on plead with them to save the devils.

So yeah, that would probably the story of the Companion learning to let go of their need for vengeance and just, start to appreciate the weird world around them.

Ra-on is still as horny as always, but because he's not being bogged down by the other issues in the regular AU, he isn't really jealous or unhealthily possessive. He is, instead, kinda scared for the Companion's mental well being when it becomes clear to him just how much they project Solomon onto the Companion. He distracts the devils when he sees how their talking and flirting is bothering the Companion. Makes a mess of himself so that the Companion can hide away.

He just, doesn't want to see the Companion turn to violence again. They had a really bad streak at some point that almost got them barred from getting into any school or university. Ra-on hates seeing them caught in the cycle of violence and will do anything to pull them out. But Hell is... not the best place for that kind of hope.

Minhyeok loves being a Caretaker but Ra-on takes it to a whole other level. Ra-on almost wants to become a machine that's made to take care of the Companion's every need, if that will help them be happier for a little longer. Willing to strip himself of his agency if it means they can smile again.

And all the Companion sees is a delicate dove that need to be protected at all costs.

Of all the things the Companion and Ra-on are afraid of, it's the realization that the other doesn't need them like they thought they would. That, what's best for both of them is to go their separate ways.

Is it romantic? Is it platonic? I don't know, but it's certainly unhealthy and they will consume one another if left unchecked.

And as for the Companion's relationship with Solomon, they want to cut him out. They want him to shut up, they want him to go to anyone else and leave them be. They don't want any of his fucking baggage or any of the shit he did.

Anyways, I would imagine that Solomon is the one to reveal that the angels slaughtered their family, with evidence to show for it. Because if this is the only way to get the Companion to save Hell, then so be it. Aim the rage-filled beast towards your enemy and let go. Solomon obviously doesn't want to manipulate the Companion like this, but he cares for the devils in Hell too much. Besides, this is his last chance. He has no other choice.

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Dating HC for Rin and Shiro

Anon had request a dating headcanons for Rin and Shiro, but tumblr ate the request with the draft.....

Thank you for requesting! I hope this is of your liking!

Please let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note: I considered Rin a minor here and I am an anime only fan. Oh, not Proof read...

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Rin

Ok, so Rin is good boy, but he can get nervous af.

His confession to you went pretty natural, a bit awkward because of the timing, but it felt just right for both of you.

But that doesn't mean he didn't became as red as a tomato.

On your first date he was so nervous on what to do. Take you to eat? A walk in the park? Cook for you? Just hang out at the dorms?

Oh clothes. What should he wear? Should he tuck his tail?

After pestering begging Yukio for some help, he finally deduced on what to wear and what to do.

He sat down and reflected about you. What did you like to do? Where did you mention you wanted to go?

First date he was a nervous train wreck, but in a cute way.

After the first date Rin wasn't as nervous and, well, he noticed he could just be himself, tail out and all!

Because he got comfortable, your dates became a lot more fun.

Rin absolutely loves taking you to amusement parks or just trendy places.

He enjoys having a great time with you, laughing, talking and just being bubbly!

But home dates aren't bad either.

They all turn out having Rin cooking something! And it's always delicious.

In home dates he really enjoys play games or just cuddling while watch a show or something.

He does talk through it though. Asking your opinion and expressing his emotions and thoughts ( he cries, gets mad and scream and so on)

Might try to put on a horror movie to play the tough boyfriend. But he will get spooked by the jump scares.

Dating Rin also means seeing and hanging out with Yukio.

You must have a good relationship with his brother. Yukio is very important to Rin, after all.

So there might be times that you three hang out at the dorm watching a movie or something.

Be prepared for snarky remarks from Yukio though.

If you are an exorcist, then you know his friends and you probably has gone through a tough patch together.

So it is safe to assume you are all friend, which for Rin is very important.

Just brace yourself for the teasing!

Being an exorcist isn't easy, so Rin will be worried about you 24/7 specially if he isn't on the same mission as you.

He trusts your strength and skill, but he will still worry a lot.

But if you are not an exorcist, Rin will introduce to everyone, he expects you to get along well!

Boy will get overprotective

He is terrified someone will aim for you to get to him.

Like being possessed or something.

He will try to explain to you about his universe, what demons are, which types and so on.

Yeah he is trying to show off.

May be corrected by Yukio here and there.

Still cute though!

On either cases Kuro might be part of your dates and hangs out.

Kuro loves you to death!!!

That's why he goes too. Sometimes Rin shoo him away. Poor kitten

All in all, dating Rin is a wild ride.

You will have a lot of fun, because he has a heart of gold.

But you will also live in constant worry for him - he is reckless and he has a big target on his back for being who he is.

Shiro

Dating Shiro is a wild ride.

You probably met him after he took in the twins.

So it is a constant of juggling between parenthood and being a Partner.

But! He kinda manages it.

Before you start dating, he will make absolutely sure that you are a good person - that you won't hurt the boys, you will protect them.

And that check takes a long time.

After Shiro certifies you are trustworthy then he takes the steps to a relationship, but he will not introduce to the twins just yet.

That means it will be hard to get a hold of his free time!

For sure when you do get a hold of him, you can bet it's oing to be an awesome date.

He is not very romantic, but Shiro does enjoy some quiet alone time with you.

So expect some bar dates.

If you are an exorcist, he will probably take you in missions with him - missions that won't pose a threat to you, of course.

He does trust your skills but you are a precious bean and he also expects you to watch out for his sons on the long run.

Eventually you will meet little Yukio, but you will be introduced as a friend.

A Trustworthy friend, someone Yukio can rely on and cry to.

Don't take it badly, he wants to protect his boy.

When you are introduced he watches your interactions closely, just to be sure they are safe and they like you.

The twins liking you is also very important.

If you are not an exorcist, he will try to make the dates normal, but it somehow ends up with him explain alot about his world.

Regardless of you background, he worries you might get into trouble with satan, like being possessed or something.

Back to the dates!

Shiro might bring you some gift here and there, most of the time they are simple gifts but very thoughtful ones.

He pays a lot of attention to you, to the minimal details.

Some of you dates might include patching him up either because of a mission or Rin.

But the man does have a knack to make it silly and sweet.

Is he beaten up? yes. But that doesn't stop him from being cheeky, he makes it his mission to make you smile or giggle.

Shiro absolutely loves just dropping one arm around your shoulders is his top form of affection.

All in all, dating Shiro is preparing to be a parent very suddenly, but it is also having a attentive boyfriend.

He worries about you getting possessed or getting hurt because of him, so he might put some distance at first.

Shiro will fail to keep it, if you know how to push the right buttons - just be there for him, he will fall into you again.

It is also taking up his whishes of caring for his twins - they must like you too, if you want this relationship to work, as contradictory as it might sound.

Definitly a great partner if you are into some lae night drinking and silly talk!

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[ilikekidsshows]

about 'Derision' , it's the episode that I can't understand. But what's makes it bad was the fact its part of s5. Maybe... If, say, it happened in s1 I think it would be much better episode because s1 Chloe can be nasty, like what happened in Dark Cupid and Kim is still a 'delinquent' kid as shown in Stone Heart where he bully Ivan. But also make it so Marinette not easily shut Chloe up and don't make her be friends with Kim in Origin episode because of her trauma.

Because the weird thing about Derision is the fact it showed us Chloe and Kim is such a nasty character that caused Marinette trauma yet she seems fine to talk to them in Origin, and in Kim case, she even want to help him and talk to him like she talk to her friends.

I know s4 and s5 is a product of retool, it's even obvious in Derision because the math just not mathing there. At least when they want to retcon something make it so it won't be dissociated much from the older episode!

Derision should show us why Marinette is reluctant to be friends with Kim and make her hard to trust Chloe but instead it's the episode about 'why she's so tongue tied around Adrien who's actually has nothing to do with the bullying that happened before but get the burn out of it'

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‘Derision’ really is such an utter mess of an episode. Chloé and Kim were created as archetypes. Chloé was the McKenzie clone, I mean, mean girl bully archetype, and Kim was the jock archetype. But they hadn’t really put any thought into the pasts of these characters, because middle school drama shows usually only go into backgrounds when it’s to explain a new inclusion into the cast, like they did with Socqueline. The reason ‘Derision’ doesn’t work with the rest of the show is that it wasn’t thought out at all.

There is one thing that makes sense with the episode, though. I can see why it was made, and it’s all part of the show’s new priority of excusing any criticized writing decisions. Yeah, the episode explains the current arc of why Marinette can’t be as close with Adrien as she wants to in order to keep milking the love square for plots that don’t require the writers to actually change anything or develop characters, but it’s also there to counter the “stalker allegations”.

Marinette’s stalking of Adrien has always been as much of a hot button topic in the fandom as Cat Noir’s constant flirting. How seriously and realistically are we supposed to take it, how much of it is just exaggeration for light-hearted appeal and how much these behaviors should be frowned upon in-universe were always questions that were kind of up to fan interpretation since the show didn’t commit to any specific angle on them. So, in the season where Cat Nor apologizes for being in love with Ladybug and easily falls out of love with her afterwards, we also have Marinette go through a traumatizing experience that makes her obsessed with knowing everything about any boy she likes (ignore how this behavior is only directed at Adrien when she’s had several other crushes she was fine about).

‘Derision’ couldn’t exist before the retool, because the writers weren’t trying to backtalk parts of the fandom before the retool. And that’s what ‘Derision’ is, backtalk. It has the characters saying stuff that is obviously aimed at the audience just as much as ‘Simpleman’, yet ‘Derision’ is less hated because it’s angsty, dramatic and Marinette stans gobbled up the excuses, because they live for excusing their fave.

‘Derision’ really proves that the writers care very little about things other than Marinette and vindicating Marinette. Chloé is never this much of a menace again, not even in ‘Miracle Queen’ or ‘Queen Mayor’. Chloé is a sitcom-level threat that the show outgrew in the second season, yet ‘Derision’ is trying to convince the audience that she’s secretly always been a villainous mastermind who no one has ever dared to talk back to, who everyone’s scared of, who got rid of Marinette’s only defender, and that the characters are aware of this. Chloé goes completely undefeated in the past story of ‘Derision’, yet, all it takes for Marinette to completely defang the great evil that is Chloé for the rest of the show is Alya saying: “You need to stand up for yourself” and then standing up to Chloé once, in ‘Origins’, the original chronological starting point of the show. Except we are still supposed to consider her a big, active threat to Marinette and cheer when her neglectful dad sends her to live with her abusive mom.

Also, what they did to Kim with ‘Derision’ is character assassination. Full stop. The episode had Adrien almost Cataclysm him and it was treated as a cool moment because we’re meant to hate him for what he did to Marinette and cheer when Adrien is willing to kill someone for hurting her. And yet, despite his crime supposedly being this bad, Marinette treats him as a friend and teammate throughout the series and Kim gets easily forgiven at the end of the episode. This is another one for the pile of episodes where the Miraculous crew can’t keep their story consistent through even a single episode. In one moment we’re meant to want Kim dead and soon after we’re meant to cheer when he and his girlfriend make up, all because he said “sorry” to Marinette one time.

This episode wouldn’t even have worked as a season one episode, that’s how inconsistent it is with even the most basic ideas presented in the show.

[melonchanverse]

OC Questions On Friendship and Companionship : " Silver: Strength."  for Keitaro ☁️

FINALLY QUESTIONS FOR KEI.... i hope you like it jojie because miyako mention :)

if you wanna leave an ask - 🍤

What quality has forged the strongest bonds of friendship for your OC? Shared values or beliefs? Time spent together working towards a common aim? Complimentary skills or personalities? Or perhaps just absolutely hating the same things?

It's hard to say what exactly has forged the strongest bonds of friendship for Kei. He tends to form connections with people who somehow find his bad luck endearing rather than annoying. Sometimes people end up feeling protective of him, despite his tendency to attract accidents and misfortune. Whether it's the shared sense of frustration at the universe's constant attempts to knock him down or just a mix of sympathy and amusement, he often finds himself surrounded by friends who seem to find a unique charm in his unlucky nature. It's a kind of friendship that's built on the shared understanding that life is never predictable when you're around Kei.

Is your OC someone that their friends or companions can rely upon in times of difficulty? Are they a pillar of strength for others? Or do they depend upon others to meet their emotional needs, but find themselves unable to reciprocate in turn?

Honestly, Kei's not the most reliable person in the world. Between his bouts of bad luck constantly ruining his plans and his tendency to crack under pressure, it's doubtful that his friends would choose him as the go-to person in a crisis situation. He's more likely to be the one needing support than providing it. But somehow, his friends see past his flaws and accept him for who he is. Maybe it's because they find his constant bad luck kind of endearing (Miyako for sure).

What has been the greatest test of their friendship with a close companion or ally? Did the relationship survive this? If so, then what helped in repairing that connection? If not, then did they let the friendship go without regret?

So. His the most close friend for some time was only… Miyako. Yeah. And the greatest test of their friendship for Kei came during a particularly disastrous science experiment. Kei, in his typical clumsy fashion, managed to accidentally create a chemical explosion in a lab, destroying all their Miyako’s research data. Miyako, who was working on a project with him, was kinda sad and furious. Kei, being the magnet for accidents that he is, was devastated that one reckless mistake cost him a friendship. Surprisingly, Miyako eventually forgave him after a heartfelt apology and a promise to be more careful in the future. Now, they look back on that incident as just another chapter in their weird friendship.

How strong are the bonds of friendship for your OC? Do their platonic relationships always rank lower in importance than their romantic partnerships or their family loyalties? Or do they have a friend with whom they have forged a bond deeper than blood or romance could ever equal?

If there's one thing consistent about Kei's luck, it's the resilience of his friendships. Whether it's the seemingly unbreakable bond with friends who laugh at his misfortune or those who secretly offer him support on his bad days, Kei somehow manages to form strong connections with a unique flair. While he may stumble in every aspect of his life, his friends' loyalty remains unwavering. It's almost as if their bond can weather any storm, including his perpetual accidents and blunders. So, no, his platonic relationships are just as important as the rest, even though they can be a bit chaotic.

Does your OC draw strength from the thought of their friends? Do they sometimes push themselves onwards for the sake of their companions - or in memory of the sacrifices of others - when they would otherwise give up and accept failure? Or do they see themselves as uniquely capable or responsible, regardless of what others may or may not have done?

Surprisingly, Kei does find strength in the thought of his friends. Despite his bad luck constantly bringing him down, he often draws motivation from the support of his companions. There are times when the thought of disappointing them or letting them down acts as a powerful driving force, helping him to keep moving forward even when the odds are stacked against him. His friends' loyalty and faith in him serve as a constant reminder that he's not alone in his struggles.

[transthadymacdermot]

CHARACTER INTRO: JOHN THOMPSONS

John Thompsons is notorious among the population of the Commonwealth for two things: his contributions to society's understanding of nuclear physics, and the fact that he shoved his way to the front of the line to be the first to sign the king's death warrant after the republican military coup which started the Civil War. Today he lives under house arrest in the palace, imprisoned by the monarchy which took over again after the war ended, unable to leave without permission, kept alive mostly for his intimate knowledge of the complex ancient technology which keeps the palace running. But of course he schemes for more. Wouldn't you?

Country of origin: Conriston, a northern member of the Commonwealth loosely based on a combination of eighteenth century Scotland and Puritan Massachusetts

Religion: Hugoist, meaning an adherent of a semi-illegal religious sect started in the year 650 AH by a man called Oliver Hugo. While the Commonwealth's official religion, called Puritanism, argues that the prophet recognised as a god by the powerful Marian Church (which dominates many of the Commonwealth's rivals) was not divine but merely a great human teacher, Hugoism goes a step further and identifies this prophet as an antichrist-like figure of evil who one must constantly guard against the doctrines of with constant prayer, tight-knit communities, persecuting Marians and Puritans, starting decades long civil wars with the aim of killing every heretic within the Commonwealth for good, and so on.

Occupation: pamphleteer, engineer, regicide

Location: unwillingly, the royal court of His Most Godly Majesty King Charles James IV of the Commonwealth of Harnsey and Conriston, Lord of Hieburne, and Defender of the Faith

Personality: notably deeply unpleasant and argumentative. Thompsons never let someone being his nominal friend get in the way of ruining their entire week just because he was in a bad mood when they drank the last energy drink and as a result of spending his entire life since the end of the Civil War (~5 years before the story starts) with the threat of execution hanging over his head he fears neither death nor man, with disastrous results for nearly every single other member of the royal court. At least he seems ruthlessly devoted to his beliefs -- but of course, given their nature, this too could have similarly negative effects for the aristocracy everywhere.

Some info on how Real History influenced his character under the cut

Obviously most prominently he's this universe's equivalent of one of the regicides of Charles I. His role in the Civil War was closer however to that of the Levellers -- he's like a cross between John Lilburne in that he got his foot in the door of politics when he intentionally got himself arrested for distributing outlawed pamphlets + Richard Overton in that his favourite thing ever in the world is writing mean pamphlets AND ALSO not a chance in hell did he ever get anywhere near a battlefield. He wasn't close friends with the Cromwell/Fairfax/Ireton/any other people like that equivalents but he looooves to pretend like he was and who's going to contradict him?

Secondly his role in the story is kind of like... a slightly mangled combination of Titus Oates and Israel Tonge. Like both of them he's kind of disturbingly anti-Catholic Church equivalent but he didn't get ordained as a priest to infiltrate the jesuits like Oates did in real life and, tbh, he's quite a bit more clever with his scheming than Oates was. Additionally, he kickstarts the plot when he accuses Talbott of murdering the king's advisor Lord Ewan for the Marian church (Lord Ewan having really taken an unfortunate but ultimately accidental tumble down the stairs while both of them were drunk) much like Oates and Tonge fabricated the Popish Plot in real life, but in FFAS 1. it's just him; 2. he directly accuses the rough Tyrconnell equivalent + sends him to prison for a month rather than accusing just a bunch of random people and indirectly kind of harming Tyrconnell as in real life; & 3. due to the compression of events in the story this directly leads to everything else that happens within a few months, when the Popish Plot happened nearly a decade before William III was even asked to come over to England. Additionally, no matter what other courtiers may think, he's 100% mentally sound, if unpredictable, and fully understands the implications of what he's doing. Whether or not this is true of Oates and Tonge is... disputed. Also Oates and Tonge were not, that I know of, Levellers who were personal acquaintances of Oliver Cromwell. They weren't threatening enough so I gave them an upgrade etc

[starheirxero]

ok [squeeze emoji]

first of all . the graphics?? im 99% sure this is on purpose but the style nd the way everythings built reminds me of doom. its like if doom was true 3d and didnt confuse me. also i like all the blood sprays and the guts everywhere but thats just bc i like blood and guts and gore

AND THE SOUNDS . first thing i noticed getting into the game was that you can hear v1 moving around nd its a detail i really appreciate. other than just being cute i really like the constant reminder that "hey ur a robot"

soundtrack also fits in this part i love the soundtrack it scratches an itch in my brain and gets me so hyped up i have to take breaks to literally jump around to regulate it

also it feels so good to play and im playing on lenient rn because we are certified Bad at shooters but i keep doing cool shit by accident and getting up into the high tiers on the style meter . i can sense that theres a lot of depth in the combat im not getting but its ok ill get there <3 my current strategy is to use up all my ricochet shots and then just shoot em a couple more times til it comes back. nd maybe punch if they get too close. any healing is purely incidental

putting ur asks in this order BUT EYUAYSYAYAYA!!!! The game is defs inspired by old shooters like that, but also fun fact!! an in-universe explanation for it is that v1 turned down its camera quality to save more energy on its descent through hell :D

AND SOUNDSSS YESYESYES!!!! i didn't even think about that that's such a good way to think of it yes!!!!! THE SOUNDTRACK TOO UGH LITERALLYYYY ultrakill is almost known for its bomb ass soundtrack and honestly it just gets better and better through the levels LMAO

AND ALSO THAT'S SO REAL I GET YOU ENTIRELY AHAKAHD I'm bad at aiming for the coins so I've never been able to use the ricochet gun but ever since I got the nailgun I have been using almost nothing Except that LMAO. AND YEA OMG the combat has soso many lil things to do and there's gunna be new weapons with the next update too(CHAINSAW JOY!!!!!!) and i've never rlly been able to get it either but genuinely if u look at p-rank speedruns (especially for bosses) people will do style tricks never before seen by man and its wild HAJAHSJDN

[g1deonthefirst]

8, 16, 18 :)

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

HMM! ok obviously there are a lot of opinions i disagree with but i feel like this fandom is so split i can't think of something that i think everyone's wrong about. so i'll just throw out of bunch of common fandom opinions i disagree with: palamedes got lyctorhood "right" (no such thing as getting lyctorhood right), camilla and palamedes are an example of a healthy or more equal necrocav dynamic (see prev), blood of eden are just as bad as the nine houses (CLEARLY not.), pash is a nepo child with no skills (come on), wake's a bad mom (i just think this whole line of discourse is so pointless you can't just reduce her character to good mom or bad mom and it's so annoying that people try), the nine houses have achieved gender equality (even beyond the necro/cav as gender binary stuff i just don't believe we have evidence for this particularly as it's a hereditary system that relies on reproduction). obviously i have beloved mutuals who agree with these points tho.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

ok i answered this in the last ask but i'll give you another answer: i don't understand why people like modern AUs. like, i do in theory in that i understand that people want the characters (griddlehark in particularly obv) to be able to exist in a space where they don't have the weird power imbalance and constant threat of/actual death (and they don't want to deal w the imperialism of it all), but i just think modern AUs take away so much of the stuff that makes the books interesting to me. it's so difficult to recreate the fucked up toxic vibes that so many of these characters' dynamics have if you just stick them in a university (god forbid.) and that's not to say you can't do it but so few people are interested in even trying.

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on…

gideon the first. ok but actually i think the fandom should be doing SO much more with blood of eden, just in general. there are only THIRTY fics with we suffer on ao3 TOTAL. i want fics where she and aim and wake all have some insane situationship going on, on top of wake's secret affair with pyrrha and g1deon. i want 100x the number of gideon-growing-up-with-pash-in-BOE AUs. i want to explore their horrible leftist infighting SO badly. please can we do more with boe Please.

[skycapt4in]

THE SPACEMAN'S WEIRD LITTLE MASK your preprogrammed lore ramble with owen about shit that exists in his own head <3

Given how often Noah's mask comes into play in his writings, I figured I should probably go into more detail about it and explain why it's honestly the one thing, aside from his luck, keeping him alive.. And it's not because it's where Plex lives.

The mask itself is made up of nanites because this is my sci-fi universe and I'll do what I want thank you. The nanites themselves are programmed to take up the basic shape of Noah's mask, with some changes and edits to match the head-shape of different species of people of course, but they all generally have the same silver tone to the metal and rounded lit-up eyes. Oh, and the masks are made up of two implants typically found behind the ears of the wearers. Just in case you didn't know <3

Every Guildsman with a mask has an A.I buddy like Plex, though they're all very different to each other mostly because they need to adapt to their wearer's personality and likes in order to work more efficiantly together. I'll just use Noah's mask and Plex as examples to make life easier going forward. But Plex basically controls the whole mask with some input from Noah's subconscious as both the mask and A.I are connected to Noah's vitals and brain so that both can be monitored and displayed inside the helmet.

The mask can activate when Noah is feeling particularly threatened/scared of something, yes you can even activate it if you give him a fright. It's able to withstand about a tonne of force if you were to attempt to crush it for any reason, though it's easier if you just keep hitting it with less powerful blows frequently. There's also a setting called 'Siege mode' with allows for the mask to buff itself up by taking power from the full body shield, there's a lite version of this setting that Guildsmen commonly use to better target their marks as it's aim and coordination with their guns is typically more accurate.

On top of that, the mask is also a sort of mini life support machine. It won't work in this function for very long and it's a very much last ditch effort because you aren't close enough to a medic to get help right now, deal, but it can break up in this function and send some of the nanites that make it up to momentarily patch up external wounds until help arrives; They also function as oxygen/whatever air you breathe filters and thus the bottom half of the mask never will break away to go do patch up work because then how will you breathe, huh?

Back to the displays, a common complaint with the masks over the years is that looking at all those displays so closely to your eyes, because it's inside the damned mask, was overwhelming as all heck, so the Guild started giving out wrist gauntlets that have a screen to better view the things the mask is showing you. Vitals, messages and maps are usually viewed through that part while the mask's feed is kept mostly clear, say for a few targetting systems and scanning options. Noah has a wrist gauntlet and while he does use it, he broke his to basically have a constant line to Shi'p, so the wrist gauntlet is partially controlled by Shi'p, much to Plex's dismay.

Almost forgot to talk about the goddamned translator.

Okay so, in probably every other Guildsmen the translator works fine. It's not the best on the market, and it might glitch occasionally but it's nowhere near as bad as Noah's has gotten over the years, because it's very common practice to get that part replaced when it starts going. It can translate about 60% of recorded languages in the universe at one time, with the ability to delete languages and upload new ones to understand. The translator implant isn't technically part of the mask as it functions when the mask is stored away, but it is part of the same implant, they're both different machines if that makes any sense? Like a screen and a speaker?

Noah's taken enough hits to that particular part of his skull over the years that he's fried his translator enough that not a day goes by where it doesn't just stop working for a few minutes. He can get it replaced but he's irrationally terrified of being put under by doctors and refuses to get it fixed. Someone please talk to him about it. Or just take him to therapy.

Anyways, a new addition to the mask's lore is that on top of the eyes being able to see in multiple different spectrums, it can shoot lasers. It isn't supposed too, Guildsmen just know how to break tech in order to give it new and interesting functions. Noah broke his mask in the same way and while the laser blasting looks cool and is great for when you're cornered, it drains power significantly and can only be fired around 5-7 times in a 15 minute period before the mask either dies and won't activate until it recharges enough, or before it begins to steal power from the shields which is usually something you don't want to happen if you're in a situation where you need to fire lasers from your eyes.

Aaand I think that's it. Remember kids, if you're going to fight a Guildsman, go for the mask. Helps if you're strong and good with potentially being shot with at with lasers.

[thedo0zyslider]

Canine Instincts - Words

Joel is known for being bloodthirsty, a bit of a manic even. He doesn't think he's snapped before, not like this, and especially not over Jimmy dying; of all people

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There was always a point when Joel tended to lose his mind a little. It started slowly, of course, a red life’s bloodlust flowing through him the moment he lost his second life. Or in this case, when he got too reckless, died a few too many times and lost many more lives than the universe was usually willing to give. When his time was wasted and ticked down to almost nothing. The insanity was always accompanied by a desperation to live, to cling onto his last remaining bits of life.

The desperation to live had been creeping in slowly this time, always there but barely noticeable. It had morphed into a need to protect his teammates, Jimmy specifically. He’d found himself planning on how to keep his ally alive, jumping to give Jimmy a kill at every opportunity. He didn’t worry much about Grian, he knew the avian was a capable fighter. Not that Jimmy was bad at fighting, he was actually fairly competent at it, he was just always given the short end of the stick.

The urge really set in during the last few weeks, when all of them had gone red. The whole trio was low on time, and Jimmy was at the lowest with three hours. Everything always became a blur once he was red really, he didn’t even know Jimmy was that low until he mentioned it. That fact wasn’t sitting well with him at all. There was no way in hell Joel was watching Jimmy die, not if he had anything to say about it.

Jimmy died first all the time, sure, and it sucked. Despite some people (like Grian ) laughing at the fact, they all knew it was a cruel thing to put him through. Especially someone as…well, nice as Jimmy. The blonde himself hated it too, probably much more than he’d very say. Joel didn’t know why the universe had chosen someone like Jimmy to torment, but at some point during this game he realized he could maybe do something about it. He could keep Jimmy alive this time, now that they were teamed.

So he channeled the normal bloodlust into that he thinks, to keeping Jimmy alive. Sure he was acting like a maniac, and dragging all three of them in stupid situations. Joel might’ve been dying left and right, but he didn’t mind. It just made him closer to death than Jimmy was, and that was good. Because he didn’t plan on outliving either of his teammates.

But no , things could never go as planned for him. Because that would be far too easy and uncomplicated.

They were going to climb the ladder to their new base. Climb the ladder and make somewhat of a plan. It sounded so simple, so easy, and yet he and Grian had to go and bloody fall off. And they'd died, but that was fine because Jimmy was safe.

And then Grian had pushed Jimmy to his death. Yeah that wasn't flying, not one bit.

" Grian!" He yelped, watching as their ally appeared all the way down at spawn. "What was that for mate?"

"I didn't know he was so low!" The avian squawked, wings puffing up defensively behind him. Joel just made a huff of annoyance, and started to replace some of the crops until Jimmy got back. He's a bit peeved at Grian, but he doesn't want the man to die either, really he doesn't. So they'll get over it, he'll get over it. It's fine.

The day after that seemed like a constant uphill battle for time. He'd gain time, then he'd be killed again. Joel had even gotten a quad kill at some point, and had been aiming to give his time to Jimmy. Yet he died before that could happen. He always seemed to die before he could give over his time, and it was getting bloody frustrating.

The next few hours were a blur of them dying, then gaining time, then dying again, repeat cycle. That was until Etho got a boogey kill on Jimmy, and they all went into panic mode. He didn’t die permanently, though he should’ve, because he had less than two hours. But the timer had messed up, and they still had time, they could save him.

And Bdubs, godbless Bdubs , was running up to their little trio and begging for Jimmy to kill him. They weren’t even allied with Bdubs, but here he was, offering up his time for a poor little canary that the whole world pitied. And Jimmy wasn’t so much of a fool as to not take it. Jimmy had a free kill on Scott too, and in the blink of an eye it seemed like he was back up to an hour.

They went up to Skynet after that, to get more time, because everything at this point was about getting more time, and Joel had to watch in horror as his whole life goal shattered into a million pieces right before his eyes. And Grian did nothing but laugh about it in the end.

" Jimmy! " He yelled, watching as the other fell to his death. It was a stupid way to go really, a very stupid and very Jimmy way to die too. The blonde had been trying to send down a TNT minecraft and slipped . He'd slipped off the edge and now there was lightning striking the ground below. Grian was also yelling beside him, but Joel didn't hear exactly what.

He’d failed, Jimmy was dead. He’d failed to save him, because he couldn’t save anyone could he? Everyone he loved died, and he could do nothing about it it seemed. Time became a blur after that, and he went a little off the rails; as Grian would put it to the Nosey Neighbors. Jimmy’s death had broken him, truly, and Joel had felt the tether snap as soon as his teammate started to fall.

They have a funeral for him, and Joel can’t help but think of the last two he got. It’s always Jimmy getting a grave, innit? He can’t help but remember last time, how they’d had one for Jimmy and Tango as they watched his ship burn. He thinks that the funeral wasn’t very serious, when it should’ve been. He remembers the grave in the flower valley, and the solemness and grief surrounding it. Joel knows he can’t match that, that no one can, but he hopes his own grief comes across; because it’s painful and clawing at his chest like a rabid dog. He hopes it does, but Grian’s certainly isn’t; so much so Joel distantly wonders if that man has any grief left to give anymore.

Everything after making the gravestone is a real blur, and most of his memories were just pain and dying. They were feeling of losing more and more time and the feel of his axe occasionally slicing through flesh. He remembers everything in a miniscule detail, because he let himself relish in the bloodlust like he never had before. Grief does that to a man, Joel thinks.

One of the first things he did after Jimmy died, well one of the first things he remembered doing, was killing Scar's dogs. It was a little sad, ironic even. Him , killing dogs , despite… everything . It felt a little wrong, Joel had to be honest, but he did it anyway.

He remembers blowing up things too, blowing up people. He’d gotten Martyn and Cleo with one minecraft, and had whooped loudly in joy as the extra hour was added to his timer. He blew up Scott’s house as well, for no reason other than he wanted to. That explosion killed another dog, and Joel barely even noticed, nor did he care who’s dog that was.

Grian had stopped being with him at one point, but Joel could see him gaining kills in chat. It wasn’t a big deal, as long as Grian didn’t leave him too, he’d be fine. That man was all he had left, and no he did not count the new Bread Bridge, because that was not the Bread Bridge. His baby was dead , and he still wanted to break all of Team TIES bones for it.

“Where've you been lad?” He calls, seeing Grian climb up their cursed ladder system after a while.

“I’ve been making new friends because you’ve lost your mind!” Grian exclaimed, reaching the top of the ladder and shambling onto the structure above. He looks a little annoyed, and Joel doesn’t quite get why.

“And who’ve you been hanging out with?” He asks, a little bit of a bite in his tone.

“Pearl and BigB.” Grian returns the bite, and all Joel can do is glare at it.

“You’re leaving me and I’m not even dead!’ He throws his hands up in the air a little dramatically, and it’s probably really petty to be mad over this. But they’re friends, Grian’s basically his only one. They're in an alliance and Joel cares about him, even if he did complain about the Bad Boys and tried to kick out Jimmy at least twice. He’s the only person Joel has left and he can’t be alone again. He just can’t .

“Because you’re insane , Joel!” Grian just repeats himself again, and he’s not making the best argument here is he?

“When am I not? ” Joel shoots back, and the argument ends there, Grian muttering something to himself and going back down the ladder. He’s glad its over, because he doesn’t want to argue with Grian that much, especially over stupid stuff like that.

And maybe the other was right. Maybe he had lost his mind. But who cares? This is a death game, one Joel is known for losing his mind in. He doesn’t know why it matters now, or why it isn’t expected. All he does here is lose his mind eventually, and he thought people had stopped expecting better of him by now. After the second time, after the murder sprees, after everything.

At one point people decide it’s a good idea to hunt him, and then Joel has most of the server on his tail. He starts running at one point, a whole group of them after his head. Running through a forest at night with hostile players on your back, shooting arrows at you and nicking you with a sword whenever they catch up is never a good experience, but he’s survived worse. He’s died to less too, so Joel can make it through a manhunt, he likes to think.

He hears Scott's voice behind him now, as he's running blindly. Joel tries to run faster at that, and doesn't think he succeeds. "For everything he's done!" He hears Scott yell behind him, and then there's the feeling of an axe through his chest, and Joel is dead again. He’s dead again, another hour gone, and it won’t be the last thirty minutes the other man will steal from him that week.

His relationship with Scott was so…. strange in these games. That was the only real world to describe it. Strange . Everything was so familiar, so natural, that Joel was sure they had to have been friends elsewhere. Yet at the same time they kept antagonizing each other. He’d burned their wall, he’d killed Scott and threatened his allies time and time again. Scott had killed Joel as well, threatened his few allies and destroyed things he held dear to him in return. It was an unintentional rivalry, the two constantly trying to one up the other when something happened. Well, now the whole thing was kind of internal, Joel supposed. He’d been trying to kill Scott, and by proxy Martyn, all season. Now he was being hunted down like an animal, scrambling for time and cowering from several barrages of arrows, and Scott was always in the pack, always trying to take his time and always bloody succeeding. Everytime Joel had died to a player over the past few days had been Scott’s kill, and he was going to be right pissed if the other man got the final blow on him.

He goes back to the base, well aware he’s low on time, and starts another search for more people to slaughter. It’s easy to forget your friends with the people around you in these games, and Joel think’s he already forgot that weeks ago, if he ever remembered at all.

Grian stayed, despite their earlier disagreement, and Joel was more than a little glad. He didn’t want to be alone, not again, not for a third time. He leaves Grian at one point, Joel can’t remember what they were talking about, but it was probably explosion related. Not much else to talk about anyways. As soon as he does, Scott’s shooting him down for a second time. Joel respawns, takes a glance at a timer, and his blood runs a little cold. He only has eight minutes left.

Before he knows it he’s in front of the Clock Tower again, and Joel knows people are hunting him. If he wants time he has to work quickly then get out. It’s not just Scott hunting him, it’s been a small group this whole time. He knows Cleo’s in it, and Martyn probably is too. Where one Mean Gill goes the other is always sure to follow, that’s something everyone’s learned about that alliance; especially if the Mean Gill in question is Martyn.

He sees Scar hovering around, and he knows he can get a kill off him. Because he’s Scar and he’s alone at the moment. As he starts attacking there’s a flurry of feathers, of district parrot wings next to him, and Joel’s only ally left is trying to stop them from fighting as best he can.

“Joel kill me!” Grian’s beside him in an instant, not having left the area since Joel’s last death only five minutes prior. The avian must’ve sensed how low on time he was, Joel can see it in his eyes; they’re all wide and scared for him oddly enough. “Kill me now! Don’t bother with Scar!” He doesn’t waste any time, and takes Grian up on the offer, sword swinging almost blindly.

He kills Grian just as he was asked too, and somehow manages to get Scar as well. He has an hour now, an hour left to live, to try and keep doing whatever he’s trying to bloody do at this point. Joel doesn't know what he’s doing really, he’s running on autopilot at this point, but it diesn;t matter; as long as he survives. It really doesn't matter a few minutes later, because he’s still being hunted and Scott’s killed him again. The hour he’d gained, gone, down the drain, and half of it given to a man Joel really wants to punch right now.

Three times he died like that, maybe more that he lost count of as well. All at Scott’s hands. He's gonna tear that man's bloody gills out, he swears it.

Joel has three minutes left, and he’s still being hunted. He’s running, he thinks maybe what he’s been trying to do since Jimmy died is run, stay alive for as long as possible like he always tries to do. But it ultimately doesn't matter, because everyone dies in a death game. Joel’s hiding behind some quickly placed cobblestone wall when he feels the arrow hit. Scott hits him again for a final time, and he’s less pissed about it than he’d thought he’d be. Mostly because he’s dead, he’s gone, and his timer has run out.

If there's an afterlife waiting for them, he feels like Jimmy’s gonna be hounding him for how stupid he was when he gets there, and yeah. Yeah, Joel deserves that, but it’ll be worth it if he gets to see his friends again. He wonders if there’ll be a grave, and hopes it’s put next to Jimmy’s.

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

Shadows of Insecurity

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Summary:

Fanfiction request for

Liaka_lucid:

i’m all for miguel o hara angst. maybe something related to him being more spider than the other spidermen? and if you wanna throw in miles and the gang and maybe miguel not wanting to look weak in front of them and peter b parker having to kinda take care of him? that’s kind of a lot though so you can change whatever you want cause i always feel bad requesting fics.

WavesssSun:

Maybe a hurt+comfort fic about Miguel being self-conscious about his fangs and talons and lack of spidey sense?

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It was an unusually busy day for Miguel O'Hara, the Spider-Man of Earth-928. His mind was burdened with growing insecurities despite his bravery and unwavering dedication to keeping the Multiverse safe and sound.

As he watched one of the many footages on the screens displaying various universes, Miguel caught sight of his reflection.

His eyes immediately fixated on the bags under his eyes, a clear sign of his lack of sleep.

However, that wasn't what bothered him. His fangs, red eyes, and retractile talons, inherited from his genetic alterations, were always difficult to conceal, even among other Spider-people who did not need to hide such features.

When he wasn't wearing his blue and red costume, he hid his sensitive eyes behind sunglasses.

This not only protected them from the light but also shielded them from the scrutiny of others.

However, his fangs were almost impossible to hide. They were visible when he spoke, no matter how hard he tried to minimize opening his mouth. Moreover, speaking with venom-injecting canines was a challenge.

Keeping the talons on his fingertips hidden in public required great concentration, and he vividly remembered the struggle to avoid accidentally hurting his daughter.

Miguel always feared appearing monstrous to the people he cared about and to those, he worked so hard to protect.

He marveled at other Spiders' ability to anticipate danger, to react with split-second timing, and to dodge incoming attacks effortlessly thanks to their "Spider-sense" which he lacked, a true disadvantage in battle.

Miguel sighed, he couldn't dwell on his insecurities forever, especially with a world in need of saving.

At that very moment, his communicator buzzed, and Lyla popped into view.

"What?" he asked without even looking at her.

"Miguel, they need your help on earth-78," she said, her voice brimming with urgency.

"Tell them I'm on my way" He took a deep breath, determined to face the challenges ahead and to prove to himself that he was worthy of the title he bore.

Every day for him was a constant challenge to redeem himself from the pain he caused.

Arrived at his destination Miguel saw the city quaked under the onslaught of a giant insectoid monster.

The adrenaline started to pulse through his veins and without even realizing it, he was already fighting along with the others.

"Strike its weak spots! Aim for its legs and its eyes to blind it!" he shouted as he danced around the creature's limbs, striking with precision.

"Sonic blast incoming, people!" Hobie's sonic waves rattled its exoskeleton, making the monster screech in pain.

Miles electrified his attacks, while Pavitr used mystic webs to ensnare it.

Gwen weaved a web cage, immobilizing the monster.

Together, they delivered a final, united assault, shattering its defenses and overpowering the colossal threat.

Miguel watched the kids celebrating their recent victory.

The crowd around them grew, joining in with enthusiastic shouts and applause, swept up in the contagious excitement.

"Hey!" Miles called out, his voice cutting through the commotion.

He had noticed that the Spider-Man of 2099 was preparing to depart, one foot already into the portal that would transport him to headquarters.

"These cheers are meant for you too! Don't leave so soon! These people want to express their gratitude. We've just saved their lives" the young boy implored, attempting to sway Miguel's decision.

However, Miguel had already decided.

Back at the headquarters, O'Hara found himself once again fixated on the numerous screens before him.

"Hey, kid!" The familiar voice caught him off guard.

"Parker, don't be so sneaky!" Miguel hissed.

"Yeah, yeah, listen. I simply wanted to congratulate you on your latest mission. Lyla informed me" Peter commented, a warm smile playing on his lips.

Across Peter's chest was securely strapped his daughter, May.

The little girl beamed at Miguel, her tiny, chubby hand waving a friendly hello.

"In truth, it could have ended more quickly. There exist numerous Spider-Persons possessing incredible strength and power than myself... and with less fierce appearances," Miguel lamented.

"Miguel, look at May," Peter interrupted him.

Confused, Miguel replied, "What?"

"Look at my daughter. Does she appear frightened?" Peter gestured towards his precious bundle of joy, her ginger locks framing her face. "No, she isn't. Do you know why?"

Miguel hesitated, then nodded.

"Because she sees another Spider-Man, like her daddy. She does see your fangs, your red eyes, or your talons. She sees a hero who saves lives and recognizes all the good you've done and keeps on doing"

"We are all unique, Miguel. That is our strength. There is no shame in being different" and with those words of motivation, Peter left.

Miguel just stood there, silent and lost in his thoughts.

Peter's words kept replaying in his head, slowly pushing aside all the doubts that had been weighing him down.

He glanced at the screens, at the excited kids and the thankful crowd still surrounding them, and it hit him: he had made a positive impact on their lives.

His special powers—the fangs, red eyes, and talons—weren't something to hide or feel embarrassed about.

They were a part of his identity, and he finally understood that.

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i would like to know more about the mobility aid whump !

Alright!

Disclaimer: Please notice that I'm going to talk only from personal experience, so what I'm saying might not apply to everyone!

(For context! My condition is characterised by extremely frequent and painful dislocations, so my aids aim mostly to avoid that or to give me the time and stability needed to recover from bad dislocations! Aside from wearing braces daily, and from these acute episode recovery times, I live a very active life, so the issues I've encountered are radically different from someone with a SCI, for example.)

Now, let's get straight into the whump (on top of the whump your poor fave is already experiencing):

-Braces: Fantastic, fantastic invention. They make everything easier, but can be awful if they're not used carefully. Personally, I wear AFOS, (they basically keep your ankles in place and prevent things like foot drop, therefore reducing the likelyhood of tripping on your own feet). Now, here's the issue. Shorts are a terrible idea. When it's really hot and you want to wear shorts and you're planning to go for a walk, the only way to prevent chafing your shins to the point of bleeding is wearing knee high socks. 🥲

Same thing goes for all rigid braces that come in contact directly with the skin, like knee braces and rigid corsets.

And while braces can help a lot with stability, if used improperly they can lead to issues like atrophy.

Also, not whump, but honorable mention for finger splints. The metal ones are sooo comfy and make your character look extra badass. Just saying.

-Canes/crutches: Blisters, blisters, blisters. Blisters and tendinitis to no end. When canes are used only for balance, it's not a huge issue, but if you have to put pressure on them (this applies more to crutches than canes tbh), you tend to get blisters all over your hands and tendinitis in your wrists. Especially with crappy hospital crutches. That's why most long term users tend to have their own customized aids. It's a game changer, honestly.

Also consider. A character who faints often using canes to give themselves enough stability to safely get to the ground instead of faceplanting.

Last thing: perpetually cold fingers during the winter.

-Wheelchairs: This only applies to manual wheelchairs. I know nothing about electric ones.

Hospital wheelchairs, once again, are terrible. They will most definitely give you terrible sores on your palms from propelling yourself. The pushrims BURN your skin if you only think of doing sudden movements. They're heavy, bulky, get stuck everywhere, and there's an extra chance of ruining your furniture. 😮‍💨

Active/custom wheelchairs, on the other hand are a whole other universe. They're tailored to the user's needs, they are ultra light and compact, and super easy to maneuver, and you can actually do wheelies in them to roll over obstacles or difficult terrains (unlike hospital chairs). However, this makes them less stable and a higher fall risk.

Not to mention the perpetually frozen fingers during the winter months (hello frostbite!).

Due to inactivity, a whumpee in a wheelchair is more likely to feel cold, and to develope atrophy and muscular issues. Not to mention, wearing and tearing of arm/shoulder joints and contracture of the shoulders and back from the constant self propelling.

Not to mention, pressure sores! That's pure hell to put your whumpee through, and potentially dangerous!