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[cryptid-crawly]

Coffee Break Usernames

Usernames for my fic “Coffee Break,” in case you want to keep this up in a separate tab while you read:

AllMightFan1326  - Todoroki Shouto EraserMight  - Midoriya Izuku getoffmylawn  - Gran Torino boycottingloudblonds  - Aizawa Shouta theogloudblond  - Yamada Hizashi iwasliterallyherefirst  - Yagi Toshinori chemicalwarfare  - Kayama Nemuri endeavor-has-a-flat-ass - Todoroki Natsuo mightymomma34 - Midoriya Inko ice-queens-fav-daughter - Todoroki Fuyumi ISeeInTheDark - Sir Nighteye sighdetector - Tsukauchi Naomasa mothmans-bastard-son - Kaneshiro Ayana* burn-his-heart-out - Dabi toilandtrouble - Bubble Girl you-cant-phase-me - Togata Mirio thesandmancometh - Shigaraki Tomura DantesInferno - AFO midnight-step-on-me - Mirko nyanko-sensei - Sansa mindgames - Nedzu upontheicethrone - Todoroki Rei urNo1inmy♡ - Hawks

knifeywifeykun♡ - Toga Himiko elvispresleysong - Burnin SevenMinInHell - Seven* whatgoesUpgoesUp - Uraraka Ochako

*my own BNHA character(s)

[insumoira]

Gale? Are you okay?

That voice...

Her head turned, just enough to see their former friend and Beacon student standing behind her. The young woman pushed aside the longer strands of hair from her eye and looked the other up and down. She'd grown, as most people do over the course of...how long had it been? The Faunus turned fully towards her, head tilted and a smirk on the side of her lips.

"Laura Galiceno. Member of Team CLST, of Beacon Academy. Weapon is a combination submachine gun and baton named Altagracia. Semblance...Shooting Stars." She took a step forward, her heels clicking against the cobblestone and her hands held behind her back. "One thousand, three hundred and twenty-three days since our last conversation. I'm surprised you could recognize me. What do you think?"

As she turned, the lab coat she wore flared out at the bottom, and several of the belts attached spun with it. "Do you like it? The Sandman thought I could use a bit of a makeover."

[ask-team-clst]

' I can sense it, little snake. The trepidation, the fear of the future hidden in the back of your eyes. It. Is. So. Delectible. There are more coming, more that are beginning to hear my words, see my vision. You're not the only one that I've called out to. They are coming, and you will too. '

Tsubaki reread the letter before crumpling it into a ball and tossing it aside. It was obvious that the Sandman was taunting her, and she wouldn’t fall for it. Besides, she was more concerned with the implication that he was trying to recruit people to his side. The snake faunus knew Gale had been contacted by him. She needed to warn her

[naturelen]

Goodnight to me and some of you from the sky over Calgary Canada 🇨🇦 To those of you just waking or part way through your day! Enjoy the best week possible! Health and happiness! #healthandhappiness #indigoclouds #goodnightpost #thesandmancometh #sundown #ig_photooftheday #sky_brilliance #lenslens #trailrunner #treelover #yyc #protecttheearth #fightclimatechange #runforfun #loveout #loveoutdoors #runforestrun #runshootrun #naturelover #lenspic #cameramasters #natureworship #triathlete #swimmer #runintothesun #dontfollowunfollow #calgarysworld (at Glenmore Reservoir)

[tascott]

The moment when you decide you are unhappy with the texture of the board and need to make it smoother 😐 #thesandmancometh #workinprogress #oilpainting #thomasascott

[insumoira]

All I can see is darkness.  All I can feel is nothing.  All I can sense...is empty.

“Day...I don’t even know anymore at this point in time.  I haven’t seen sunlight, I haven’t heard rain.  I’ve not seen anyone around here in several days, other than him.  He likes to watch me work.  Says it reminds him of old days, of when he was working alongside her.  He doesn’t give me instructions, he doesn’t ask me to make him anything specific.  He just...watches.” “Sometimes, he’ll bring me food.  Always more than I can eat, but it’s fresh.  Which means he’s keeping enough food here for several hundred people...or he’s just keeping enough food for me.  It’s not bad, but it’s just different.  He keeps telling me I need to take a break, or that I have to stop and rest.  He’s insistent that I have a schedule, almost like I’m back at Beacon.” “I’ve done more research with Dust than I did before, now that I don’t have classes.  He sometimes gives me this new Dust...this deep purple.  It’s not Gravity Dust, it’s something else.  It’s...new.  It is Dust, it works with my aura but it doesn’t work like Dust.  It feels different when I interact with it.  It’s like...it wants to move with me.  It’s an entirely new feeling and I..like it.” “I don’t always like the nightmares that follow it, or the wandering through the halls.  I don’t like the fact that I’m being constantly babied, and forced to rest but...I like researching.  I like...being here.

“But I still don’t trust the Sandman. End diary.”

[insumoira]

Journal Entry #3XX

Date: Unknown Time of Day: Unknown

Experiment B14-D5T: Success Subject [REDACTED] Status: Alive

Experiment B14-D5T was designed to enhance a Hunter/Huntress' Aura and Semblance through intravenous injections. Through repeated exposure, Subject [REDACTED] has reacted positively to B14-D5T. [REDACTED] has given Subject [REDACTED] permission to self-administer B14-D5T.

First exposure began with 1mg B14-D5T, injected by [REDACTED]. Subject [REDACTED] was restrained on experiment table. Subject [REDACTED] appeared to have an extreme adverse reaction, with symptoms including (but not limited to) nausea, hallucinations, sweating and inability to control Semblance. Subject [REDACTED] flatlined and was resuscitated. Transferred to recovery station and monitored for seven days.

Second exposure began with 2mg B14-D5T, injected by [REDACTED]. Subject [REDACTED] was restrained on experiment table. Subject [REDACTED] appeared to have an extreme adverse reaction, with symptoms including (but not limited to) nausea, hallucinations, sweating and seizures. Subject [REDACTED] flatlined and was resuscitated. Transferred to recovery station and monitored for seven days.

Third exposure began with 5mg B14-D5T, injected by [REDACTED]. Subject [REDACTED] was restrained on experiment table. Subject [REDACTED] appeared to have an adverse reaction, with symptoms including (but not limited to) nausea, hallucinations, sweating, seizures and aggressive behavior. Transferred to recovery station and monitored for five days.

Fourth exposure began with 5mg B14-D5T, injected by [REDACTED]. Subject [REDACTED] was restrained on experiment table. Subject [REDACTED] appeared to have an adverse reaction, with symptoms including (but not limited to) sweating, seizures and aggressive behavior. Transferred to recovery station and monitored for three days.

Fifth exposure began with 10mg B14-D5T, injected by [REDACTED]. Subject [REDACTED] appeared to have an adverse reaction, with sweating and nausea. Transferred to recovery station and monitored for two days.

Sixth exposure began with 10mg B14-D5T, injected with supervision by Subject [REDACTED]. Subject [REDACTED] appeared to have an adverse reaction, with nausea and staining of skin at injection point. Transferred to recovery station and monitored for 24 hours.

Seventh exposure began with 15mg B14-D5T, injected with supervision by Subject [REDACTED]. Subject [REDACTED] appeared to have an adverse reaction, with nausea and staining of skin at injection point. Transferred to recovery station and monitored for 24 hours.

Eighth exposure began with 25mg B14-D5T, injected with supervision by Subject [REDACTED]. Subject [REDACTED] appeared to have no adverse reaction, with staining of skin and veins at injection point. Transferred to recovery station and monitored for 24 hours.

Ninth exposure began with 40mg B14-D5T, injected by Subject [REDACTED]. Subject [REDACTED] appeared to have no adverse reaction, with staining of skin and veins at injection point and lower left forearm. Transferred to recovery station and monitored for 24 hours. Tenth exposure began with 2g B14-D5T, injected by Subject [REDACTED]. Subject [REDACTED] appeared to have an adverse reaction, with symptoms including (but not limited to) nausea, sweating, seizures and hallucinations. Subject [REDACTED] flatlined and resuscitated. Transferred to recovery station and monitored for three days.

Eleventh exposure began with 25mg B14-D5T, injected with supervision by Subject [REDACTED]. Subject [REDACTED] appeared to have no adverse reaction, with staining of skin and veins at injection point and lower left forearm. Transferred to recovery station and monitored for 24 hours.

Twelfth exposure began with 40mg B14-D5T, injected with supervision by Subject [REDACTED]. Subject [REDACTED] appeared to have no adverse reaction; staining of skin, veins and fingers at injection point and lower left forearm and hand. Transferred to recovery station and monitored for 24 hours.

[insumoira]

One Year

Her fingers ran over the melted plastic of the name tag, trying to find some kind of relief with knowing but, it never came. A year ago, give or take a couple of weeks, he found her. The man with no face, the man with the voice that would ring out from every direction; who steped off her windowsill and disappeared into the very cloud of smoke he stepped into. The figure that came to bring her eyes a new way of seeing, a way for her ears to listen where they had not before.

The Sandman.

Whoever he was, he could find her without question. No matter where she was or where she tried to hide, The Sandman always had a way to get to her. Was it because she was more interested in who he was, and therefore more obsessed? Or was it because he was magic, like so many had said did not exist? Many said that magic didn't exist, and that would mean he didn't exist either. So, he was just a figment of her imagination.

But...he wasn't. Others had experienced him too. They'd heard his voice, seen the mask that covered his face and saw their fears become reality. They too saw the despair hidden beneath his fingers, grasping for someone to join him and help his dreams. Had they taken the bait? She didn't know. All Gale knew was that she sat in an empty study room, holding what was considered a relic. Lost to the world so long ago, her mother's name tag from under the rubble of the now dismantled and shattered Dust Sorting facility on Berkeley. It'd been too long since anyone had really talked about it. Her father wouldn't speak of the day, and any time she tried to coax Liam into getting information he rolled it off like water on a duck's back.

She never got anywhere...but he had it. He had knowledge, he had it there for her to find and take and use. She could get it and help so many people. She could help herself, bring balance to some small piece of the world. Taking a breath in, Gale's fingers closed around the tag and she nodded.

"Okay...I'll go with you..."

[insumoira]

@the-sandman-cometh​ continued from (X)

She’d not heard the door open, but his voice only made her pause and close her eyes. Gale had been working on the Dust, as was her priority and obsession as of late. Nothing else interested her: reading was boring, even if the book was of a subject she enjoyed; wandering the halls only made her lost, and she had to go up to ask the Twins for help (even if it was like plucking pricker bush barbs from her tail); trying to make a map of the facility was an impossible task, and after two weeks of trying she gave up. His words made her feel like the Faunus would be scolded and prepared for a retort, but heard the gears and turned in her seat.

He was right: things could be worse. She could be dead. She could get tortured and turned into one of his many experiments, or he could have left her in the swirling sands above and left her to fend for herself. No, he wouldn’t do that. She was too important to him, and he had knowledge that Gale craved. So she waited, bided her time and during the time experimented. Her curiosity sometimes got the better of her, from mixing incorrect Dust and ruining supplies, but there was never a shortage. If he had this much Dust, was he selling it? Was he doing a side business to ruin the Schnee Dust Company? If so...Gale could destroy the one thing that took her mother from her.

As he lifted the plate and saw the cake and the side of whipped topping, the Faunus went wide eyed. The last time that she’d had that cake was when she was fourteen, two years before the accident. Fresh berries from Menagerie, thanks to Liam, and the spongy cake from the Hayworth bakery and Mr. Hayworth would never give her the recipe. He said it was a ‘family secret’, with how sweet it was and the fact that it always was fresh. Gale looked between the cake and the figure and nodded slowly. “It is. How did you---”

Her dreams. When she slept (or at least, when she passed out at the desk or in the lab from exhaustion), he must have gotten into her head and saw her memories. Gale took a breath and reached for the plate, dolloping a small portion of the cream onto the top and cut a piece, glancing over to the shade. Why did she have any reason to distrust him? Why shouldn’t she give him a small chance? The Faunus lifted the fork and took the bite, her eyes fluttering closed as the memories flooded back and a soft sigh left her nose. It was the small bit of home she needed, that reminder she was doing this for them, to strengthen herself and better to protect the world and her family.

“...thank you. Could...could you help me with something? I can’t seem to figure out this equation…”

[insumoira]

Midnight// Drabble

The past few weeks hadn’t been too bad for Gale. With her lab finally producing results from her testing, and some of her research being submitted to Atlas to be looked at, things were finally beginning to look up for her. Doing what she could inside, instead out on the field. She was doing something good, something that she was good at. Her head lifted up from the microscope, yawning to look at the clock on the wall.

Midnight? She found her scroll in her pocket and clicked the home button at the bottom, the large white ‘12:00’ making her sigh. She missed dinner again. Liath would scold her and shove some kind of leftovers in her hand when she walked in the door. Gale cleaned up her area, locking up the unused powdered Dust and grabbed her bag. A cold wind blew on the back of her neck, like a breath from a person behind her.

Gale turned, the room empty save for a few discarded lab coats, looking around for the source of the wind. There was no one around, she was the only one there. She’d been the only one there all day.

“What’s the matter, Galene? Afraid of your own shadow?”

That voice. That coldness against her. It couldn’t be. She knew that presence all to well, that familiar feeling of dread and death, of change and of nightmares. He couldn’t be back. He couldn’t be here. Gale looked everywhere to try and find that horrifying figure he called a body, to hear that raspy voice fill her mind with fear and fantasy. It was just like she knew before: it felt like nothing, and everything all at once. It filled her head and made her back away into the hallway to run…but where she could run to, she didn’t know.

The floor was covered in a thick, black smoke that seemed to billow from every point. Every door, every locker seemed to have this disgusting fog coming from them, with the only light available from the back light of her Scroll. Gale stepped, wondering what was happening to her. She moved hurriedly down the hall, turning the corner and saw him. His mask, the cold eyes staring at her through the lenses of his exterior suit; his body tall and hovering over her, a leopard watching is prey. Gale screamed, backing away. “Stay away from me! Leave me alone!”

“Oh, but you’ve already done so much. You can’t step away now…”

He stepped to the side, revealing a blackboard. Scribbled on it were unintelligible letters and symbols, some of which she couldn’t understand but something did catch her eye. The friction coefficient she had been wondering about for the resistance of an explosion caused by Fire Dust. It was there, right on front of her. She turned her head, to ask where he had gotten it, or where he had even known about what she was researching when Gale heard the chime on the clock.

Midnight.

She didn’t remember falling asleep. Or… had she? It didn’t feel like she had. Nothing was on fire, everything was there, but scribbled into her notepad was that coefficient she needed, but not in her handwriting. In the margins of the paper, an ’S’ was crudely written…much like the ’S’ that she had seen engraved into the door that one night. That… fateful night. The Faunus packed her things and went to her room, where the team was waiting.

And of course, there was a bowl of hot soup waiting, with a note and a vase of flowers. “Kit, someone left these for you. Probably Sun being dumb. I told him you were in the lab, but he said he was on a mission. Dunno. Don’t wake me up, put bowl in sink and get some sleep. L.” Inside the flowers, was a note in that same scratched writing. The flowers, violets.

Sweet dreams, child of Berkeley. ~S

[insumoira]

Oh hey, look at that. I'm writing a theory of Dust and Dust creation. Gee... I WONDER WHY...

[ask-team-clst]

The Letter

The Yato Clan… Such disillusion. Such naivety. Nothing stays secret in this shadowy world of ours. Thieves standing against murderers and terrorists. Only in a place as wrong as Remnant could such a ‘family’ consider themselves… valiant. Nothing will erase what they were. What YOU were. What they did… and to whom. No amount of sticking to the shadows will save them or you. The darkness will only give you so much 'piece’ of mind… before I come to claim the rest of it. Even if I have to peel back the scales of your flesh and take it with my bare hands. I’ve always wondered what snake taste like. Regardless, The time will come when my presence can no longer be denied. Waking eyes will not suffice in the nightmares to come. Trust in your fear. Trust in your fleeting faith. But don’t trust your leader… for he will be the first to fall. Your Secret Admirer, Mr. S *Enclosed is a ticket stub to a Nightsword concert. The letter ’S’ seared into the face of it.* P.S. Caught the show last night. I wonder if Shion screams as well as she sings. Only one way to find out…

(Submitted by the-sandman-cometh)