#travel medical ins

[ckret2]

So I wanted an excuse to imagine the modern characters meeting baby Bill and to do impossible sci-fi things to Bill's brain in Theraprism. And throw in an amnesia plot just because.

Since escaping Theraprism didn't work, Bill's decided to cheat. Unfortunately the only official way a patient leaves Theraprism is via reincarnation, which means losing his memories. But he's found a way to trick them into releasing him, AND guarantee he'll get his memories back.

All he has to do is REMOVE his so-called "traumatic" memories (which TOTALLY didn't traumatize him, he SWEARS), get cleared to leave, and then reabsorb his memories later.

And he does this by... physically separating his various traumatic experiences into separate people. With magic.

Each removed facet of Bill's past only remembers their own portion of his memories, with only hazy memories of anything before their assigned era.

In effect this means Bill's memory clones work as if some time traveler had plucked a bunch of Bills from different points in his life out of the timeline: a baby Bill with baby memories, a child Bill with child memories, etc. And one modern Bill who doesn't remember much of anything anymore.

It's totally working, though! This is the most mentally healthy Bill's EVER BEEN. He's. He's SO mentally healthy, guys. Menetally healthy. Mealthy. he's f ine.

Please believe him.

He's gonna convince the therapists there's nothing wrong with him in NO time.

(The irony is that, lacking the baggage of a trillion years of medical trauma, fear of captivity, and distrust of authority, he might actually go "Whoa, I think something's wrong with me. Don't discharge me, I need help." Another flawless Bill plan backfires!)

Meanwhile, he's smuggled all his memory clones out of Theraprism and they're just running around somewhere. It's fine! He can find them when he's free! Bill can't think of any reason why a bunch of lost children who look exactly like Bill Cipher would run into any trouble! Especially since he can't remember doing anything that would make a lot of people hate him or anything like that!

they'll be fine don't worry about it

[a-pute11as]

Softie - Alexia Putellas

warnings - none?

words - 1.3k

Game day was your favourite, the build up of emotions, the performance anxiety mixed with the joy you felt every time you stepped onto the pitch. Nothing could ever beat the highs you felt when playing the sport you loved so much. Today was one of those days, well it was meant to be, yet the difference was that a very discoloured and swollen ankle caused by a dodgy tackle during international break meant you’d be missing out. The Barca medical team had decided it would be best to miss out on the upcoming away game, advising you to stay home and focus on rehab for the couple of days that your teammates would be away. 

Alexia had always been overprotective, both as your captain and girlfriend, she always had your best interest at heart and wanting her squad at full fitness meant she was quick to agree with the medical advice, even if that meant a couple days of prolonged separation. At first she did try her best to figure out a way you could successfully rehab whilst traveling with your team, but given the amount of walking an away trip often endured and the crutches you were temporarily restricted to, she decided against it. 

“Lo siento mi amor, we both know it’s for the best” Alexia hummed, her hand pressed against her cheek as you were saying your goodbyes at the front door of the shared apartment. Your body half limped against the wall as your crutches had been abandoned next to the sofa in your bid to say a proper goodbye to Alexia.

“Can you change your mind? It’s not too late for me to pack some things” You muttered, leaning into her soft hand as her thumb rubbed back and forth along your cheek. 

“Cari, you know what my answer is” She whispered, planting a small kiss on your forehead, leaving you to mumble in defeat.

You said your goodbyes and Alexia was soon gone, leaving you alone with the lack of comfort from your favourite person.

The next few days were full of rehab at the training center, consistent check ins from your girlfriend and a couple of facetime calls when she didn’t believe that you were doing your at-home recovery, something that Alexia often had to bribe you into doing.

You were now more stable on your ankle, meaning you could get around without the reliance on your crutches, allowing you the extra freedom of moving as you pleased. Ale was due home in a couple of hours and you knew she’d be tired so you set about the task of tidying your apartment. It didn’t take too long but the slightly limp in your step did somewhat slow you down and drain extra energy. 

After finishing you were quick to take a shower and put on a change of clothes, consisting of a pair of Alexia’s Spanish national team shorts and her hoodie. Stumbling back towards the sofa, you planted yourself on it comfortably, waiting for the door to open to embrace the person you’d had been missing. 

It didn’t take long for you to adjust yourself into a comfier position whilst the time seemed to drag. You searched for a questionable English reality show, one that Ale would ridicule you for whenever you asked to watch it together, she never got the appeal of British humour yet it made you feel at home. Your phone pinged as you made another adjustment to your leg to seek some kind of peace from the discomfort of baring weight on it had caused. 

Amor -

Get some sleep, the plane has been delayed slightly so i will be late home and i know you’re tired already

You furrowed your eyebrows at her suggestion of sleep, determined to greet her with wide eyes and a smile as soon as she entered the room. 

You -

Ale i’m wide awake, i’ll be here when you’re up so you can tell me all about it

In reality you already knew all about it, you had watched the match with Ellie, who was also kept back from traveling due to recovery, you had been receiving updates from both Patri and Pina about the ‘cute’ things Ale had said in passing conversations about you. As well as a message from Kiera asking if your girlfriend would ever not make up excuses for the time when you both snuck away from a team celebration to cuddle. Her usual excuse was to blame it on you, but in reality she was tired after a big win and didn’t want to look too soft to the rest of the team. 

*Incoming FaceTime call from Amor*

“Hola cari” Alexia smiled, as the phone lit up your face.

“Hi babe, everything okay?” You smiled back, stifling a yawn that tried to expose your tiredness to your girlfriend. 

“Just thought I’d check in before the flight, make sure you’re as wide awake as you say you are” Her smile shifted into a smirk knowing exactly the type of person you were. 

“No confias en mi, amor?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side, teasing her intentions. 

“No cariño, confío en ti, pero siempre estás cansada y siempre te quejas." She responded, mocking your head tilt with similar teasing intentions. 

“Ale who’s that?” Patri said, peering her head into the screen, a smile appearing on her face as she realised who it was, “It’s lover girl!” She added, using the nickname she had given you when you first let her know about your relationship. She was quick to take the phone from Alexia’s han for herself. 

“Patri, give her the phone back” You laughed, knowing she had every intention of causing some kind of trouble.

“No, venga, say hello to everyone” She held the phone up, announcing your presence causing you to wave at your teammates that had now focused their attention on the phone.

“Are you staying up to give your girlfriend a goodnight kiss?” Pina laughed, as she began to blow kisses towards the phone.

“Oye, dámelo” Alexia said, standing as she grabbed the phone from Patri’s hand swiftly, “The flight is boarding now amor, go to sleep”. You mumbled in response before saying your goodbyes and hanging up.

Even though you were determined to stay awake, it didn’t take long for your eyes to grow heavy as the comfort from Alexia’s borrowed clothes took over your senses.

“Mi amor, wake up” Alexia cooed, her hand running through your hair to stir you through your sleep.

Your only response was a few very tired grumbles as your eyes opened to the sight you’d been waiting for. It took a couple of seconds for you to realise what was going on before a sleepy smile overtook your face.

“Ale, you’re home” You smiled, pushing yourself up off the sofa and wrapping your arms around her quickly.

“Si, I thought you weren’t tired huh?” She laughed, placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

“It was an accidenttttt” You whined, “I got comfy in your clothes and they smelt like you so it made me tired”. 

“Oh nena, vamos a la cama” She suggested, taking hold of my hand and leading me towards our bedroom. 

“I’m not even tired amor” You announced, as if there was any use convincing her that you were telling the truth. 

Within 5 minutes both you and Alexia were settled in bed, your head resting on her chest as her fingers made their way through your hair slowly. Your hands ran up and down her chest as you both sleepily talked through how you spent your days and the parts you missed each other the most.

“Patri and Pina didn’t stop teasing me about you staying awake for me to get home” Alexia laughed slightly, “They don’t think I’m tough anymore”.

You sleepily laughed in response, “You’re a massive softie, I think they already knew that”. 

a/n - not sure how i feel about this one, so v sorry if its a lil shit x

[cherriontopp]

My Ins and Outs

Ins:

Pilates, Celery juice, Gel nails, library to study, Clean scents, Barre, Travel, Less screen time, Grattitude

Outs:

Smoking, sleepless nights, Being unorganised, Overspending, skipping self-care days, Forgetting to take vitamins/ medication

Keeping it simple and sweet xx

[utilitymonstergirl]

Back from my session at the Tranny Jerkoff Clinic (or “participating in a study on how HRT affects fertility,” but that’s not as fun to say)

I got there super early both because I always generously budget travel time for multi-stage transit trips, and as a bit of a mea culpa since I totally blanked on the original appointment date

The clinic was in a shopping center right above a DSW and a Marshall’s, which was weird but gave some levity to the clinical atmosphere

I gotta say, it’s kinda fun to collect a urine sample by pissing in the sink (pay no attention to my shirt)

The Sample Collection Room was nice and cozy, but I’m glad I brought my own lube since they didn’t provide any; also, it was funny to sign onto their guest Wi-Fi and immediately use it to look at porn

I’m very glad I had the option of doing the blood draw after the “sample production,” since it was on the more painful end of blood draws I’ve had and I don’t have a medical kink in that direction

Then I left the clinic full of nice, considerate people talking around the focus of their study, and among the national chain restaurants on the block I found a local diner that’s been featured on Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives; it had a couple cops and one guy in a Black Israelite jacket (and, like, other patrons too)

And now I’m home! Who could have anticipated that ejaculating, getting blood drawn, eating sausage and pancakes, and walking for 20 minutes would be draining?

I’m proud to be a part of this study, great care and professionalism at the clinic, I just wish they got better phlebotomists, time to crash back into bed

[wizardofrozz]

hi, Rozz!!! from the kiss prompts, can I please request:

"i'm sorry, i had to." with Sawbones (simping uncontrollably for him tbh)

can’t wait to see how the mean one handles a first kiss 😅

Love It When You Hate Me

OC Sawbones x reader, Original Clone Troopers

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: mention of injury, Sawbones being an asshole. I think that's it lol

A/N: Thank you for the ask Sev 🖤 I get so unbelievably happy when anyone simps of Sawbones lmao I got a little carried away with this but I don't even care, it was worth it 😂

Before the war, you hadn’t traveled much, staying busy in the emergency wing of Coruscant General. Then Geonosis happened, millions of troopers materializing out of thin air to fight a war most people hadn’t even been expecting. That was how you ended up working for the GAR, traveling around the galaxy to lend your medical knowledge to the troops that needed it most. You had visited several medical centers and worked alongside combat medics across numerous battalions.  

The Ord Cestus Medical Center was your most recent assignment, offering an extra set of hands after a large influx of troopers came in. You smiled at the clone stretched out on the bed before you as you checked his vitals. You didn’t even know his name but it didn’t seem to matter to him. 

“Am I gonna make it, doc?” he asked, a smirk lifting the side of his mouth. The trooper’s arm was secured to his chest, his right shoulder still healing after being violently ripped from the socket. 

“Mm, I don’t know,” you teased, smiling when he laughed. It was a welcomed sound in a place so steeped in pain, meaning you noticed when it cut off abruptly. You checked for any sign that he was in pain but his expression gave nothing away; you followed his eyes across the room and held in a sigh. 

As a civilian, you hadn’t been sent into combat areas, making relief missions your most common assignment. Most of the time you spent with a battalion was fleeting but there was one that was an exception: the 104th battalion, the Wolfpack. General Plo Koon’s men still fought infantry battles but they also spent the most time rescuing other troops or offering aid to civilians. If it was by accident or due to a request from the general, you were called in, along with a few other civilians, to offer their medics a few extra hands. 

Now, seeing one of those medics, most notably the chief medical officer, wasn’t what you were expecting.

Sawbones looked just as stormy as ever despite the crutches he was hobbling around on. You had heard the stories, the things he’d done in the name of the Republic but your inner idealist wrote them off as exaggerations. Although, when he trooper beside you shifted uncomfortably, glancing at you, it made you wonder. You followed Sawbones’ journey across the room, letting your eyes linger when he stopped at another Wolfpack member’s bed. You huffed under your breath and turned back to the trooper you were treating, gently patting his arm. 

“Get some rest,” you ordered with a smile. The trooper flashed you a tense smile before shuffling down, stretching out on his bed. The next patient on your list was a few beds down, closer to where Sawbones was still lingering and you slowed your pace. You had your fair share of run-ins with the Wolfpack’s mean CMO and while his attitude made you want to steer clear of him, there was something about him that had your mind wandering back to him.

Sawbones was harsh on a good day but you had also witnessed a side to him that you’d almost consider...soft. He threw nasty comments around, scaring off anyone who dared get too close but he cared for his injured men with a gentle hand. You had a feeling his threats weren’t empty, but he wanted to help more than hurt, even if he had a funny way of showing it. 

Sawbones turned his head slightly as you neared your next patient. His beard was neatly trimmed and you could only remember seeing it long and unruly out on the field. Now that you thought about it, that was the first time you had seen him in anything but his armor; the starchy, gray scrubs made him look softer, less abrasive. You offered the trooper, Dodger, a smile as you approached his bed. It was hard to miss the anxiety lining his expression and you hoped the simple gesture helped a little bit. Dodger’s jaw flexed but he squared his shoulders, taking a deep breath in preparation. 

“How are you feeling, Dodger?” you asked, perching on the corner of his bed near his feet.

“Been better,” he mumbled, pointedly not looking at the hip-to-ankle cast he wore. You could feel eyes on your back and ignored the curious glances as you reached for his hand. Recovery was going to take some time but there was nothing unrepairable. 

“Enough babying them.” You jumped at the voice from over your shoulder, twisting around to find Sawbones leaning on his crutches, his face twisted in a scowl. “They’re soldiers, not children.” There was a tense silence as you just gaped at him, taken aback by the bitter edge to his voice. Endless, dark eyes bore into yours and it took you a second to shake off the shock.

“Excuse me?” Sawbones arched a brow before shifting his attention to Dodger over your shoulder.

“You live to fight another day. Congratulations,” Sawbones said, his tone flat and uninterested. Dodger blinked a few times before letting out a long, slow breath, and slumping down in his bed. 

“Uh, thank you, sir,” he murmured, nodding at the medic. Sawbones grunted before making a slow turn, heading back across the room and all you could do was stare after him. When you looked back at Dodger, there was a half-smile on his face that only grew when he caught the flabbergasted expression on your face. 

Then the anger started to build, swelling like an impending storm and you stood so fast you staggered. Dodger tried to get your attention but you were already stalking toward the door Sawbones disappeared through. Finding him was easy, seeing that he could only move so fast and you picked up your pace. You could only imagine the look on your face but it must’ve been ominous enough for any passing staff to step out of your way. 

You caught a glimpse of Sawbones disappearing into one of the smaller labs scattered around the medical center and hurried after him. There was one other clone sitting at one of the benches when you stepped inside, the pair turning to look at you. 

“Leave,” you ordered, stepping away from the door. The clone hesitated, glancing at Sawbones and it only made your anger spike. “Out.” Sawbones leaned against the workbench, taking some of the weight off his broken leg, his head turning to follow the other clone as he stomped out of the room.

“What?” he asked, arching a brow. 

“How dare you," you hissed, storming across the room, carelessly invading his personal space. “I am not one of your subordinates that you can talk down to. You had no right to step in like that.”

“And?” The unbothered air around him made you seethe; any crush you thought you might’ve had on him got shoved to the back of your mind. You ground your teeth together, taking another step closer.

“I don’t care what your problem is. I don’t care why you act like an asshole as if it’s your job but you will not treat me like some incompetent moof-milker.” You jabbed a finger into his chest, relishing in the quiet grunt he let out. “I’ve worked my ass off all my life and if you’re so emotionally constipated that my kindness bothers you, then I’d suggest sucking it the fuck up.” 

Sawbones blinked at you, his eyes flickering down to where your finger was still pressed into his chest; when his eyes lifted again they seemed shadowed and it sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. Suddenly, you felt your confidence withering as his expression darkened, his head tilting down, bringing your faces closer together. Just as you were about to take a step back, Sawbones surged forward, slanting his mouth against yours as he cradled the back of your head.

Your eyes widened comically but it didn’t deter him and before you knew it you were melting against him. His mustache tickled your skin and you found that you liked it, closing your fist, tugging him closer by his scrub top. Sawbones rumbled deep in his chest, parting your lips to slip his tongue into your mouth and you whined involuntarily.

It was just a kiss and yet it felt more erotic than any other kiss you’d shared with another person. The movement of his tongue was a mockery of what you desperately wished his hips were doing and it made you shiver. Sawbones broke the kiss so suddenly your head spun and you swayed closer, following his lips before you could catch yourself. 

“Sorry,” Sawbones panted, his hand sliding down to your neck, “I had to. I like it when you get mean.” 

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” you whispered, still trying to catch your breath. “You only speak one language: asshole.” It felt like a monumental accomplishment when Sawbones laughed; it was a sharp, harsh sound but it brought a smile to your face nonetheless.

“I speak another language too,” he murmured, bumping your noses together. 

“Yeah? What’s that?” You barely finished the sentence before he pulled you into another dizzying kiss. Yeah, you would happily speak this language too.

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[masterjedilenawrites]

Hi! so i um read your “happily ever after” for the delta squad and i was wondering if you could do that for tbb and the bois? you’re such a good writer <3333

I haven't challenged myself to write individual headcanons in a while, and this sounded like the perfect prompt to do it with! Who doesn't want these precious boys to live happily ever after in their own special ways? 🥰 psst, I also threw in Gregor and Howzer as a little treat 🤭

Cody would actually fancy himself as some sort of a political advisor or ambassador. He imagines the clones will need some representation after the war, a place in the galaxy, and to have their voices heard. He could picture himself stepping up to that challenge and being happy with it. It would sure beat having to sit around with nothing to do...

Rex also wants to be involved with supporting his clone brothers, but he has a much more domestic picture in mind. A partner, for starters. Someone to share life with who can be his best friend. And a house, any size, any location, with a door that's constantly opening for any weary or lost brother who needs a place to crash.

Wolffe has a very specific image in his mind. It may sound silly, but he wants to find a settlement somewhere for all of his brothers to live in. Like a little clone village, where they each play a part in keeping things humming. They can bring in partners if they'd like, procreate, that sort of thing... but for the most part it'd just be them, all living together until the end of their days.

Fox just wants a nap. A true, honest to goodness nap. Uninterrupted, no guilt or piling to-dos in the meantime. Free to fall asleep at his own pace and wake up naturally. Cushy pillows and all. If he got just one good sleep in, he'd be content with literally anything in his life. Heck, he'll dig holes in Tattooine forever. Just please give him this one little thing.

Fives absolutely wants kids. A whole brood of them. He can hold any kind of job, live anywhere in the galaxy, so long as he gets to be called dad. He'll embrace the dad jokes, read all the parenting books, tear up at every milestone. And if the fates allow, perhaps he'll live long enough to even be called a grandad, too.

Jesse would want to stay in the army as long as he can. He can't imagine what else he could do with his life outside of it. He'd be one of those clones crashing on Rex's sofa, needing his brother's help to get back on his feet and find meaning in his life. Eventually it would come as a handyman, keeping his hands busy with repairs in homes or ships, and of course flirting with the owners.

Kix would say he never wants to see another cut or broken bone again, but realistically, he would go out of his mind if he wasn't needed in that way. He wouldn't be able to help himself from volunteering at a hospital, or just starting his own medical practice in order to do things right. He'd especially love teaching his medical knowledge to an apprentice.

Tup wants a farm full of animals and crops. He currently knows little to nothing about how to run a farm, or how to keep things alive, but for him, happiness will be in the discovery. He'll start small, with a window ledge garden and a tooka in Coruscant. Over time, as he saves up enough money for some real land, he'll learn all the ins and outs of irrigation, breeding, and then like.

Hardcase wants to travel and experience all he can. Skydiving, snorkeling, white water rafting, pottery... you name it. His bucket list will grow as he goes; he'll cross one item off only to add two more ideas on. The galaxy is just so vast and full of so much. He knows he has a short life to live, so he intends to utilize every second of it doing something outrageously fun.

Dogma wants to remain a soldier, but not during an active war. He'd rather use his knowledge and skills to help keep the peace. He likes the feeling of being needed, of providing protection to others, but he knows wartime takes its tolls, so being a peacekeeper is a good compromise in his mind.

Echo would want to help his brothers, from a therapy standpoint. He believes there can be purpose for the clones outside of war, but that it will take a lifetime of support, encouragement, and restructuring to get them there. Whatever ear he can lend or advice he can impart to help as many clones find their happy ending, you can bet he'll do it.

Hunter pictures himself in a peaceful cabin in the woods. Living off the grid, hunting for his own food, building his own furniture, just really embracing that holistic, hippy lifestyle. He'd also prefer if the rest of the Batch was around, too. He really can't stand the thought of being alone, and while he does want a partner and kids, he'd be lying if he said his brothers weren't part of the picture also.

Wrecker wants to travel, specifically to discover and try as much food as possible. How is he affording this fantasy? Who cares. It's his dream, leave him alone. Yes, he wants the feeling of a full belly every day, but exploring different flavors and cuisines and how to prepare food is genuinely exciting to him. Maybe he'll even get a food vlog going along the way.

Crosshair isn't really concerned with whatever "happily ever after" means. So long as he can be useful, do the things he was created to do. If the war ended and he couldn't be a soldier, he'd become some kind of bounty hunter or gun for hire. True happiness would only come if he also had a partner by his side. He won't know that, though, until it happens.

Tech doesn't think about the future. Or happiness. He will go along with whatever options are available to him, so long as he gets to be himself. The easiest, and most logical in his opinion, choice is to keep the Batch together, utilizing their talents for the betterment of the galaxy. But perhaps pod racing wouldn't be such a bad gig, either.

Gregor would be happy as a teacher or coach. Anything where he could mentor the youth of whatever community he finds himself in. It wouldn't even matter much to him what he was teaching; he'd find a way to become an expert in it just to uphold his duty of education. Though physical activity, of course, ends up being his forte.

Howzer truly wants to fall in love and be married. "Happily ever after" for him looks like two old souls, holding hands as they rock on a porch swing and gaze off into the sunset. He knows relationships are work, but he's had some good examples to look up to so far in his life, so he's determined to put in the effort with the right person.

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[wandafiction]

Grown Up Conversation - Just Us Chapter 63

Warnings: Angst With Some Fluff

Word Count: 3654

Series List | Chapter 62 | Chapter 64

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(Wanda PoV)

This past week has dragged, it has literally only just turned Saturday and I feel like we should be many days ahead, that's how badly it has dragged. I'm not going to lie, I think it's maybe because Y/n hasn't been able to come home all week...huh home. I like the sound of that. By home I mean my apartment. We stayed at her house on Sunday night, it was really relaxing and all we did was watch movies and order pizza. 

My heart couldn't hold in my happiness at the sight and feeling of all 4 of us on the same couch, snuggled under a blanket just enjoying each other's company. It was so refreshing. I know that we seem to have relaxing nights all the time, or just being lazy with one another but I could get bored of it. Not when it's with Y/n. I don't think I've realised until recently how much me and Vision didn't do this sort of thing. 

Once the boys turned about 8 he would leave early for work, leaving before me or the boys were up; and come home late after the boys had gone to bed. After 6 months of staying up waiting for him I gave up on the waiting and just went to bed by myself. The only time we ever got to spend with him was at the weekend, and even that seemed like a chore. He would just stay in bed all day, not that I mind having a lazy day myself, but it was all day across the whole weekend. We never saw him. 

And now.

Well now I want to spend every waking moment in Y/n's arms and it's something that I get without even having to ask. I just give her my pouty face and she drops everything and comes and cuddles, it's amazing. I don't know why I act like a big child, you know the grabby hands and pouty face, I've never done it before. But Y/n finds it cute, and I get cuddles out of it so it's a win win really. 

However, I haven't seen her since Monday morning when she left for work. I mean we facetimed, texted or called each other at least once a day but she has been really busy at work.

Do you remember Makkari? The deaf woman. Of course you do, you're reading my inner thoughts meaning you're all caught up.

Well it turns out that she works with Ajak, and some other people, which Y/n wasn't aware of. She isn't one to pry into people's business so never actually learned what Ajak did for a job. Anyway, Y/n, Makkari and Ajak have been working together all of this week to put some deals in place. Something about Y/n providing medical equipment and other things to the Eternals -which is the company Ajak and Makkari are with - and sending it to countries that haven't had any help. I don't know the ins and outs but it sounds big and logistical and Y/n has been staying at the office night and day, to do her very best to get it sorted before we go next week.

Oh that's another thing!

I told Vision the plan to take the boys away and when he tried to fight against it I reminded him that I don't have to ask his permission to do anything but only inform him of my plans. So he knows that me, Y/n and the twins will be travelling up to Canada next week on the 24th and coming back on the 30th so we can do Halloween here. He didn't put up much of an argument saying he would never win anyway, and he was right...for once.

Right enough about that now back to our scheduled programme.

So we are back in my apartment, just me and the boys, Y/n should be here in an hour or so as she is just polishing a few things up at work. Prepping for her week of absence. We have just got back from having lunch at Second Asgard, I thought it would be a nice treat to have lunch out and spend some time in the small park down the block. It's not often I get to spend time alone with the boys because they normally have friends from school around or they go out with their friends. Now I love that they have friends and aren't stuck inside all day but they seem to be growing up too fast, and I just wanted a mom and sons day. 

So that's what today is. 

The boys are getting into some comfy clothes because we don't plan on going back out today, while I am preparing snacks and popcorn for our movie marathon. I have let them choose the films, and I saw the title of one, something like 'the hitman's bodyguard.' It's meant to be really funny, but we will see. But before we start our little movie marathon I need to have a serious discussion with the boys about two things.

Their father.

And Y/n. 

They are 14 now, so are able to make their own decisions about if they want to keep seeing their father or not. Also their opinions on Y/n. Now don't get me wrong I believe the boys love her, especially with how I found them last Sunday but it is always worth checking in and having a grown up conversation with them instead of just guessing. 

"Mom, are you still with us?" I shake my head, coming back to reality at the sound of Tommy's voice.

"Sorry, what? I was a million miles away." Tommy's brows scrunch with concern.

"Yeah I could tell. I've been trying to get your attention for a few minutes. Is everything okay?" 

"Everything is fine Tommy, just lost in thought. Why don't you and your brother get settled on the couch while I get changed. I need to speak to you both before we relax." Billy appears in the kitchen at that moment. 

"Are we in trouble?" Billy looks to the floor as he asks, so I make my way over to both of them and cup both their faces with my hands making sure they are looking at me as I speak.

"Absolutely not. It is the farthest from you being in trouble. We just need to have a grown-up conversation about a few things. Okay?" I bring them in to cuddle, well Billy cuddles us as he is the tallest out of the three of us. Damn height difference.

"Is it about dad?" Billy asks timidly.

"And some other things, but yes mainly your dad. But we are not having this conversation huddled in the kitchen. Go sit down, I won't be longer than two minutes." 

"Okay. Love you mom." Billy let's go as he shuffles towards the couches.

"Love you mom." Tommy gives me a small squeeze before joining his brother on the couch.

"Love you guys too. Two minutes."

I make my way into my room, searching my draws for some comfy clothes. I decide to go with some sweatpants and one of Y/n's t-shirts and hoodie, I smell the collar of the jumper and sigh when all I can smell is her. I grab some fluffy socks as well, who doesn't love fluffy socks, as it is starting to get colder outside as well as inside. Once I'm happy that I am in the comfiest clothes ever, I start to head back to the living room flicking the heating on as I walk past the thermostat. The boys are both on the same couch, but on separate ends with a blanket over the both of them. A smile creeps on my face at the sight, but drops when I realise the conversation I am about to have with them. 

I clear my throat as I sit down on the coffee table in front of them, wanting to give them my full attention as I talk with them instead of sitting next to them and seeing the sides of their heads. I tap the empty space in the middle of the couch in front of me, and the boys get the silent request and move to sit in front of me. I rest my hands on one of their knees each and take a deep breath as I look up to the ceiling trying to compose myself. 

I let out a laugh when my phone interrupts me, and smile when I see who has messaged me; giving a small apology to the boys as I reply.

Dorogoy: I have finished early, I will be heading to yours soon. Is there anything you need before I show up?

Me: Nothing I can think of, but I am about to speak to the boys about their dad. So could you give us maybe an hour before you turn up, I don't know how this is going to go.

Dorogoy: Of course I can. Don't worry I'm sure the boys will understand completely and be open with you as well. For dinner, why don't we order Chinese or something?

Me: That sounds good to me. If the conversation is short I will message you when we are finished.

Dorogoy: It's okay princess. Take all the time you need, I know it's a difficult conversation to have. I love you cuddle bug.

I smile wide at the nickname as my heart skips a beat, I love when she calls me that.

Me: I love you too baby. 

I turn my phone on silent, facing it down on the coffee table so it doesn't distract me further and face the boys once more. I replace my hands on one of their knees each, and I softly bite my lip thinking about where to start. 

"Okay, right." I huff out a breath and both the boys move a hand to hold onto mine giving each a small squeeze.

"On Sunday, when Y/n took you to her house, I was having words with you father. It was about time I had the conversation with him, and Saturday was just the nail in the coffin. I don't know if he has messaged, or phoned either of you but it's really something he should do in person. I asked him to apologise to you and Y/n, about his behaviour and definitely his words last Saturday." 

I press my lips together, closing my eyes to stop myself from crying in front of my boys as the memories of Saturday and Sunday play over and over in my head. I take a second then clear my throat before continuing.

"Your father is a very difficult man sometimes, a lot of the time actually. He was raised in a family that put their morals above everyone else's and believed, still believes, that a lot about today's society is wrong and I guess you could say sinful."

"Like being gay?" Tommy jumps straight to the point.

"Yes like being gay Tommy. When I told him me and Y/n are dating he was, well he was surprised to say the least. He believed that what me and Y/n have is a phase and to quote him 'just waiting for the right man' or something like that. That made me angry, but I could deal with what he says about me. I had to deal with it our whole relationship. However, he then asked if I would be okay if one of you boys brought a boy home instead of a girl. Of course I said yes. I will support you boys in anything and everything you do, I love you with my whole being please know that and please don't ever be afraid to tell me something. Even if you think I will get mad, or won't understand please know you can talk to me."

"We know mom." Billy cups my hand with both of his, as they rest against his knee.

"Your father, however, couldn't fathom the possibility. He was shocked when I said I would be happy if you brought a boy home, or a girl home or even no one home. He couldn't wrap his head around it. Now I know you boys are old enough to make decisions on your own and don't always need me to mother you. Saying that, I am not comfortable with you going to your father's when he is saying things that are blatantly homophobic and downright racist sometimes. Now I won't force you to stay with me, if you want to see your father every other weekend I don't want to stop you from seeing him. I just wanted you to know where I stand, and how I feel about the whole thing. I just, I don't want him teaching you his ways and turning this all around so it's against me and against Y/n."

The room falls into silence, a few tears finally escaping my eyes as I take a few shaky breaths. I remove my hands from the boys' as I use the back of them to wipe at my face and eyes, then wipe them on my pants. Tommy's voice is the first to break the silence and it breaks my heart when I hear how small and quiet it is.

"I don't want to go to dad's." Tommy's bottom lip quivers and it just worries me more, so I grab his hand in mine and Billy wraps an arm around his shoulder to try and comfort him. "He scares me sometimes."

"He. He what?" I try to keep my voice steady, but the small crack definitely gives away that I'm trying not to cry.

"He shouts sometimes, and not like I'm telling you off shout. Like you do. But he will hit his fist against the counter and shout like I am the thing he hates most in the world. And when he apologises he says things like 'just don't do it again and I won't get so mad' or 'I'm sorry for shouting but you shouldn't have been so stupid boy'." Tommy shrugs as I see tears fall into his lap. "He just scares me."

I'm at a loss for words, my mouth keeps opening and closing like a fish out of water as I don't know what to say or do. The only thing I see currently is red. I mean how dare he do that to my boy, to his own son. My eyes close as I feel my bottom lip quiver as my eyes fill with fresh tears, still mute as I try and process what I've just been told. 

I look up when I hear a sob come from Tommy with his head buried against his brother's neck, Billy rubbing his hand up and down his back as his other one rubs along Tommy's arm. My heart breaks even further, as I see how broken my boy is just by talking about his father. 

I finally snap out of my mutism, practically jumping onto the couch next to Tommy and pulling him against me. Billy's arms unwrap from his brother, now that Tommy is leaning completely against me, but continues to rub gentle circles around his back. I see my phone flash a couple of times through the glass of the coffee table, and Billy sees it too. I nod my head towards it so he turns it over mouthing that it's Y/n calling. I whisper out for him to answer it to see what's up. 

As Billy walks down the hallway, I haul Tommy up so he ends up sitting sideways in my lap, his head buried in the crook of my neck. I have one arm over his legs holding them in place and the other wrapped around his shoulder holding onto the outside of his arm to keep him close.

"You don't have to go to your father's if you don't want to. I will never force you to do something that you aren't comfortable with. I love you so, so much Tommy. With all that I am. I will protect you until my last breath, and if that means protecting you from your own father then so be it. But please know, that you don't ever have to see him again if that's what you want." 

He nods against my neck and I just continue to hold him as he slowly calms himself down. I rock my body gently side to side, as I hold onto Tommy as protectively as I can, causing his body to rock with mine. I feel his tears soaking through my -Y/n's- hoodie but couldn't care less. My boy needs me so I am going to be here for as long as he needs. 

Billy reenters the room, quietly setting my phone back down on the coffee table before he rejoins us on the couch and rubs a gentle hand up and down Tommy's back.

"Everything okay?" I whisper out to Billy.

"Yeah, she just wanted to know if we were ready for her to turn up yet as you hadn't messaged her. I told her we need a little longer and she was completely understanding."

"Thank you Billy." I feel Tommy's arms wrap around me as he takes a final shaky breath before removing his head from my neck. "You okay my sweet boy?"

"I'm okay mama." I bite my lip to control my emotions as he only really calls me mama when he is frightened or distressed.

"I've got you my sweet, sweet angel. Mama's here." I lift my arm up making a small grabby hand towards Billy and he happily takes my hand. "For both of you okay. Mama will always be here, I love you both so much. My sweet boys, you are my world." 

"I love you too mama." Tommy's grip on me loosens as he brings his hands to his face to wipe his tears away, and I turn to look at Billy.

"What about you my sweet prince? How do you feel about it all?" He hums in thought a little before squeezing my hand.

"I don't want to go to dad's anymore either. He doesn't scare me like he scares Tommy but he is a scary man."

"That settled then. I will talk to your father about it all when you are at school this week. I will never let that man hurt or scare you ever again." I peck Tommy's head a few times as I pull Billy's arm so I can wrap them both in a tight hug. After a few minutes Billy pulls away looking between me and Tommy before speaking.

"Am I okay to let Y/n know she can start making her way over?" I smile at his question but shake my head, causing him to scrunch his brows in confusion.

"I just have one more thing to ask." Tommy now pulls away from the embrace, but doesn't move from my lap, giving me his full attention.

"What is it mama?" I weave my hand through Tommy's short hair as I think of the best way to ask it, but there is no best way so I just go straight for the kill.

"What do you boys think about Y/n?"

"What do you mean?" Tommy shuffles in my lap so he is almost facing me.

"Just, what do you think? Do you like her? Do you not?" Both boys look at me like I've just asked the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"Mom, what's brought this on? I think I speak for both Tommy and I when I say we really like her. She is good for you. She makes you happy, she makes you laugh, she looks after you by cooking you breakfast and sometimes dinner. She is the complete opposite of how dad was, and still is. Mom, she is amazing. She even tries hard to help me and Tommy with homework, by the way she is like super smart which is so cool because she also has that super athletic side to her. Put nerd and superhero together and you get Y/n! So that's what I think about Y/n. Tommy?"

"I couldn't agree more. Mama she is so good to you, so good to us. All of us. I am so happy she is a part of this family."

"You think she is family?" I choke out as my bottom lip starts quivering again.

"Of course. She loves us and we all love her, that's what family is. It's the people you chose to be a part of it that make it family not the blood that runs through our veins. Not really." Billy concludes.

"Okay. Last question. So apart from the whole dad thing. Are you boys happy?"

"Extremely." They both say in unison.

"You will tell me if you aren't, right?"

"That's 2 questions, not one." Tommy jokes and we all giggle together. "But yes I would tell you if I am unhappy from now on. I promise." 

"Me too mom. I promise to tell you if I am not happy." 

I open up my arms wide, and both boys jump at the opportunity to give me a hug and it makes my heart melt that even at 14 they still want to hug their mama. 

I don't know how long we were cuddling for but the jingle of keys in the door brings us out of our bubble, and I smile at the thought that Y/n is using the key we got cut for the first time. I hear the door open and close and smile even wider when Y/n shouts through the apartment.

"Honey, I'm home!"

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[yoonkles]

you stopped by my house the night you escaped ♡ krbk

author: cheonsapp (ao3) / yoonkles (tumblr)

description: Bakugou gets hurt and his legs instinctively take him to the one place he's ever felt safe- Kirishima. If only he could stay longer.

warnings: abuse, blood, injury, dissociation, etc.

author’s notes: originally posted on ao3, here.

Red. Red and- and subtle pink and darkness, and dizziness and spots and-

Pain. So much pain. It ached and pulsed and shivered in his body and his limbs and his teeth. Everything was sore and his muscles were tense and his eyes couldn't focus. And- there was yelling. Screaming. A piercing voice that had so much venom laced in it that even exhausted beyond relief, he flinched. It was muffled and none of what was spoke quite made sense. It was all gibberish that went in one ear and gotten mixed in translation before being knocked out of the other ear.

Bakugou didn't know what was going on or where he was or who was screaming, but he knew he wasn't safe. At the very core of his muddled senses, he knew that. The warning alarms blared in his mind too loud to ignore. It was as if a tsunami was impending and the emergency alert had been going off for far too long, and now the wave was in sight and the only thing left to do was drop to your knees and pray to whatever deity you hoped was listening. And he was the one standing on that familiar, too-dry shore.

Drowning. He was going to drown. If he didn't get it together, pull himself back from whatever had happened like what was expected of a hero, and fight back or escape or do whatever he needed to do to get rid of this feeling of anxiety hanging over him- he was going to get swept up by the wave and drown.

The screeching was getting louder- or closer? Some words began to break through the thick fog of pain. Bits and pieces and sometimes just syllables, but the instinctive part of Bakugou that had been in one too many run-ins with villains filed away and analyzed every word he could gather. Anything to gain leverage on the situation- there was nothing more menacing than being in danger and in the dark about it.

"He- blood-" and "Stup- damn child!- can-" and "Hit him..- hard" and "Kat- Excuses...!". Wow. There was too much going on. So much being said and too much being unsaid. What was he doing again? Who was speaking? Warmth ran down Bakugou's forehead. It tickled. It felt wet. He scrunched his eyebrows from the sensation and another wave of pulsing pain ran through him, seizing up his muscles once again. Oh.

Head injury. He must have a head injury. That would explain the confusion. The wet warmth must have be blood. He was bleeding. And- he gathered up all of this information, the blood, the pain, the confusion- that meant he probably had a concussion. He should assess the damage- that's what he was taught, right? Assess the injuries of the civilian before proceeding with how to handle them. If their neck or spine seemed to be a part of the injury, they needed to be stabilized before anything else. If there was excessive bleeding, the cause should be pinpointed and treated. Move the civilian to a safe area and wait for medical personal to arrive to treat further. That- it made sense. He should assess the damage. Treat his injuries.

Bakugou tried moving his hand. He felt drunk and numb and couldn't exactly pinpoint where he was going, but after seconds of effort that made his chest burn, he felt his fingertips touch at his forehead. The first thing he noticed was the stickiness and the thickness of his own blood, and- and how didn't he notice the strong smell of rusted metal before? It was pungent and fresh and burned his nose. He travelled upward toward his hair line, feeling his caked up hair and tender scalp. It seemed to radiate all to one point toward the back of his head. Surprise attack, then? A villain who couldn't face him and cowardly waited until he had turned his back? Why couldn't he remember? Bakugou groaned, the frustration on becoming more and more cognizant but the being truth just out of reach piling on top of the persistent pain.

"Mitsuki, please stop! He's already soaking our carpet, this can wait until the morning."

Abruptly, a cold hand grips the neck of Bakugou's shirt and rips his subconscious from the tidal wave that was threatening to drown him. Oh. That was his father speaking.

The memories came rushing over him as soon as he heard his mother's name. It almost hurt, the way he jerks to recognition, eyes snapping open wide and adrenaline shooting through his veins.

Bakugou was home. He was at the bottom of his stairs. He had gotten back from late night practice. Too late, if he went by his mother's words as soon as he walked through the door. She was pissed, he was able to feel that as soon as he saw her tense form. Just looking for someone to take it out on. And that made Bakugou a prime target. He doesn't exactly remember the argument. But he remembers the hits and the hair pulling and the pushing, until he finally broke away and tried making a run for his room. He had almost made it, too. Until his mother was somehow there and screaming something and then he felt glass shattering over the back of his head. He must have fallen down the stairs after that and lost consciousness.

"No, Masaru! I'm too damn tired of this boy's disrespect! We give him everything and he can't even be bothered to fucking show up to dinner? If he needs respect beaten into him, I am well within my right to do that!" Mitsuki screeches once again and the words force Bakugou to come to a quick realization- he might be battered and bleeding, but that doesn't mean his +mother is done with him. She's never known restraint. Never been able to see when she's about to cross a line or go too far.

And Bakugou was a lot of things, but not an idiot- he knows his body can't take much more of this without lasting damage. He could barely think straight, let alone defend himself. How many more kicks to the ribs before his lungs were punctured? How many more hits to the head before he began to seize?

Would his mother even think to take him to the hospital, or would he be forced to lay there, coughing on his own blood and hoping he won't need to drop out of the hero course due to his injuries?

"Katsuki! Do you hear me? Do you still need the respect beaten into you, hm, brat?!"

There's something inside Bakugou in that moment that changes. A flip of a switch, two pieces clicking together, a quiet sense of calm- or maybe acceptance. His mother was coming toward him again. He could feel that. Feel the vibrations of her stomps down the stairs through the carpeted floorboards. His mother was coming toward him again- and it wasn't to calmly discuss the situation. She was coming to kick, bite, and scratch. There was a chill that seemed to reverberate through Bakugou's bones.

Time began to slow.

He could almost visualize his mother in that moment. The scowl on her perfectly pink lips, the disgusted scrunch of her nose. Her red eyes, so similar to her bastard son's, squinted and full of utter resentment. Her styled sweater and how it's arm sleeves were rolled up so Bakugou had less of a chance to pull her off balance by grabbing at her clothes. It was so... predictable. So terrifyingly familiar.

So he knew exactly what was coming next.

There was a thought that passed through his mind, then. I could run. It was just a moment. Just a small, desperate little plead to himself, a familiar lie that he's told himself every time his mother crossed another line. A lie he's never spent too much time dwelling on. But it caught on something- some nook or edge or crick in his head. I could run. I could leave. I could go somewhere safe. The chain began to loop, over and over and over until there was some foreign feeling building up in his chest. But where have I ever been safe? Where can I go where she won't follow me? Where can I go where she won't hurt somebody else?

Bakugou's head desperately races through the possibilities, anything, anywhere he can hide away at. UA? No, no, like hell they'll believe the boy that carries the title of 'Beast of Class 1-A' before his poor, victimized, crying mommy. Even with these damn wounds- all teachers were the same. Deku's? Fuck, why would he even consider that? Inko would kick him out on his ass for everything he's done to her son, hell might even call Mitsuki to collect him off her doorstep. She was always too polite to punish Bakugou herself.

Fuck, fuck. Where can I go? Where am I safe?

Nowhere. He was never safe- he has never been safe. He was born into a family of venom and that venom now runs through his veins. He is connected perpetually to this house, this life, chained down and no matter how much he struggles he is not safe. Bakugou's mind sifts through his memories. It all flashes before him. Trying to find some safe haven, some light to break through the storm clouds, some bolt cutters to snap the locks keeping him stuck.

But when he was four all he can remember is being screamed at for dropping a cup and spilling his milk.

Nine- losing a loose tooth from being slapped across the cheek.

Twelve- being slammed against a wall and choked until he saw stars.

And then he was fifteen and being strapped against a concrete slab, forced to accept a medal he didn't want. Not even months later, he was kidnapped.

There is no safety for him anymore, is there? No reprieve, nothing out there. He's ruined it all. His mother has ruined it, too. No place out there is good enough, not anymore. The panic inside of him feels all consuming, it overpowers the pain in his body completely. The realization this was going to be his life for years. Even when he moved out, she would always follow him, wouldn't she? Cursing him and bringing him down until he's nothing but her words, her reflection. It was too late for him, he knew that. Nowhere. He belonged nowhere. He was tainted. There wasn't anyone to, no one would,-... No one. A breath gets caught in Bakugou's throat.

No one. Person.

Oh. Kirishima.

The thought of the name twists Bakugou's insides. It almost discombobulates him, the stark difference between the terror and pain and loneliness he was just suffocating in, to the warmth of thinking about the redhaired boy. It wraps him in some weird blanket of... Secureness? Comfort? Trust? It was unfamiliar, new. But he knew why.

Kirishima was... different. He was this stupidly persistent ball of light and smiles and hair dye, and he somehow was able to worm his way past all of the walls Bakugou had built brick by brick. He listened to all the silent cues and never pushed boundaries and was so, so trusting. He had barely known Bakugou before he jumped into battle with him, fighting off villains back to back. All while taking stray explosions like a champ and keeping that dumb shark tooth smile on his face. Crying like a newborn baby as soon as Katsuki called him post-kidnapping. Cooking him his mother's soup recipe when Bakugou trained himself into quirk sickness.

He was... Kirishima was safe. Made Bakugou feel safe. And, wow, that was something, wasn't it? In his whole life, throughout all of his years, all of his experiences, this one stupid boy was the only person who has ever made him feel truly secure.

Bakugou could- he could make a life with that. Make sense of it, build with it. Run to it. (He wondered. Kirishima fretted over just a cold. What would it be like to be cared for so deeply, to have his wounds treated by soft hands, his blood wiped away with gentle touch?)

And blind hope, desire, it doesn't get anybody anywhere. Especially in hero work. Katsuki knew that.

However, neither does being beaten half an inch away from death in your own house.

Yet, before Bakugou could listen to the alarming pit in his stomach, there was a sudden rough kick to his chest. Freshly manicured toenails jab right into his ribs, knocking the breath from his lungs and leaving crescent shaped wounds. He lurches forward, almost curling in on himself, as a round of coughs and choked inhales burn in his throat. Spit dribbles past his lips, right onto the already blood stained eggshell white carpet. His mind buzzes.

"What? Did I beat the damn ears of your big head or something? You answer me when I'm speaking to you, I am your mother!" Mitsuki's voice was shrill and had the migraine in his head radiating down to his jaw. Her hand comes down and wraps around the hair near his scalp and she tugs.

Bakugou is forced upward from the ground, to his knees, then to his feet and- god, he doesn't even know how he's able to stand in that moment. The world is tilting on it's axis and won't stop spinning and he can no longer tell his left from his right. The corners of his vision blur together- brown and beige and grey and white all blending and mushing together. It's nauseating. The only reprieve from it all is the spots dancing in front of him, which distort the image of his fuming mother.

"Bakugou Katsuki, you better answer me this second or I swear to fucking god I will beat you unrecognizable." The grit in her tone is what wakes Bakugou up enough. Adrenaline, the fight-or-flight instinct hardwired into his brain, squeezes at his muscles and constricts his pupils. He needed to run.

He can't exactly describe the feeling that beats through his chest, or where it came from. Whether it was courage or blindness or concussion induced mania. But in that moment he didn't see his mother in front of him. He didn't see the blonde spiky hair or the ruby eyes or the pale skin that he inherited. He saw an enemy- a villain. A villain who needed to be defeated, even if that defeat came in the form of high tailing it out of there.

"Fuck you!" Bakugou spits, literally, in the face of his scowling mother. The blood tints the liquid pink and it lands right under her eye, sliding down her blushed cheek like some morbid watercolor painting.

There's a moment there where it feels the entire world goes quiet. Everything pauses. The static in his ears clears and his father's ignored comments in the background stop and his mother's harsh breathing quiets.

He can see the realization on her face, the shock, the way her eyebrows raise and her lips part and the anger temporarily fades. But Bakugou knows this is short lived- he knows in not even two seconds, everything will snap back into place and his mother's anger will come back threefold and then nothing will be able to stop her from raining fists down on him. He knows.

So he takes his chance.

Bakugou rips himself from his mother's grip, his own fingers curling around Mitsuki's wrist, squeezing it as hard as he can and yanking it away as soon as her grip softens. And just like that, he's free. She's not touching him and he's not touching her and there's nothing keeping him here anymore. Nothing keeping him in this stupid fucking house with too much blood on the floor and not enough pictures hung on the wall.

He runs. Turns his back to his mother and trips over his feet once, twice, before darting to the door and tugging on the polished doorknob. The gut twisting screech Mitsuki lets out behind him it enough to make his blood freeze. A flash of red hair and pretty eyes appear in his mind. And, running purely on blood loss induced lightheadedness and his flight instinct, Bakugou whips the door open so hard he can hear it's hinges squeal. A gust of skin-biting wind rushes at him and, right, that's why he's home- it was winter break. The cold has tears pricking at his eyes but he doesn't give himself the time to think twice about it.

His mother was barely three large steps away from forcing him back in her grasp and he couldn't even think about what she would do if she caught him right now. And he sure as hell didn't want to find out, either.

Bakugou runs.

Kirishima hums to himself, a song that's been stuck in his head all day, as he throws piles of dirty clothes into the washing machine. School was starting up again in a few days and his ma had been on his ass about cleaning the uniforms since the start of break, and his procrastination was finally biting him in the ass. For all the clothes he was bringing back to the dorms, he probably had at least two more loads to do as well. Even if he did it all one right after the other, plus packing right after that, it was still going to take a good chunk of time he rather spend gaming or relaxing. He could almost hear his ma laughing at him from the kitchen- "I told you so, Ei! You never listen to your Ma, do ya?"

"Why is she always right?" Kirishima grumbles under his breath, throwing the last of the clothes in before shutting the lid and starting the wash cycle. He then fishes his phone out of his pocket and checks the time- 9:38PM. He had at the very least another three hours to zone in on some video games before he was forced asleep by the anxiety of messing up his sleep schedule. He clicked open the groupchat of the self proclaimed 'Bakusquad' and sent a quick text. Hey, anyone wanna facetime and find a game to play? I'm NOT about to waste the last few days of break.

No one was online, yet. Kirishima groans and pockets his phone, letting his boredom get the best of him and walking out into the kitchen. There has to be something there he can snack on until one of his friends respond. At the dining table, his mom sits with her legs crossed and her tablet in hand, scrolling through whatever new fantasy book she's gotten hooked on this week. Across from her, is his ma, who is still knitting a sweater she started on weeks ago. It was meant for Kirishima to take back home after break, so these past few days she's been diligently working to make that happen. They both perk up as soon as they catch his bright red hair in the peripheral of their vision.

"Oh, sweetie, did you finally start your laundry?" His ma says, looking up at him from piles of yarn. Her tone is polite, but Kirishima can sense the 'I told you so' behind her words. He sighs and nods.

"Yeah. yeah, I did. Just started it and I'm gonna switch it to the dryer before I head to bed." There's a pleased hum from his ma and she smiles teasingly over at him.

"There's some leftover tea cookies over by the oven, if you want some. I was just about to put them away." His mom says and Kirishima's eyes light up. He had one or two earlier before he had to drag himself away to training, And he wasn't about to say no to a second helping of them.

"Awesome, thanks mom! I'll take some up to my room. I'm trying to get some game time in before break." He grabs the leftover plate, only a handful of the treats left, and gives a small wave to his parents before exiting the kitchen.

The living room was quiet, a show playing on the television simply for background purposes and something for his moms to discuss when the drama got loud enough for them to hear. In the corner next to the T.V. was the Christmas tree, still decorated and a few piles of gifts underneath that haven't been put away, yet. Kirishima supposed he also needed to do that before he left back to UA. But, as his bed and game console called to him, he decided that could be left for another day. He hummed, once again the same tune from earlier, and made his way to the stairs.

Just as he was nearing the door, a knock sounded out. Once, twice, then a third time. Kirishima scrunched his eyebrows in confusion- had his parents invited somebody over? Was the mailman only just getting to the house? There's another knock, this one a bit weaker, almost as if a palm had slapped against the wood. The boy sighs and sets down the tray of cookies, called out behind him before his mom or ma got up, "I'll get it!"

He wipes his hands on his shirt before twisting the doorknob and opening the door, ready to either have the most awkward interaction with the mailman or be plastered in kisses by his parent's friends.

Instead, his heart stops, and he quickly forgets about how cold it is outside, as he catches the sight of his best friend covered in red and swaying on unstable feet.

It takes a second for his body to catch up to what his eyes are seeing. There's a moment where Kirishima and Bakugou simply stare at each other. It almost feels as if his soul had been ripped from his body and he's become some third spectator, seeing everything from a distance. Like this wasn't actually his life and he was watching some stupid horror movie. But all he can focus on is dark red and maroon and pink and he thinks- there's too much of it, too much blood. He swears he sees more of it than he sees pale skin.

Bakugou can see in real time how his friend's red eyes go from widening in shock to hardening in terror.

All it takes is a ragged gasp from the boy to shock Kirishima back into his body. "Kirishima- I.. I d-didn't know where el-else to go." His words break between shivers.

The redhead can almost feel the powerful steel of instinct blind him. He leaves the warmth, the safety of his home, stepping out past the doorframe and into the cold with Bakugou. Kirishima grasps at his friend, his shoulders, pulling the blonde in until his tinted pink face is pressed into Eijirou's chest. There's a surge of defensive that swells inside of him as he feels just how uncontrollably Bakugou is shaking, how freezing he is. The boy wraps his arms around his friend. One arm around his waist, the other around his shoulders, a hand sprawled on the back of his neck, cradling him closer and closer until every inch of them are touching.

"Oh my god, what happened to you!? Who did this? Fuck, you're so cold. Did you walk here or something? How long have you been out here?" Kirishima's questions are spilling from his lips one after the other- he can't help it. Just the sight of Bakugou- the horror the anxiety, the fear it causes, it all coils tightly in his chest until he can barely breathe. There's something thrumming under his skin, some urge or impulse sending spikes of adrenaline through his heart. Above all, is the utter feeling of guilt that consumes everything else in it's path. Bakugou hadn't texted him all day- how wasn't he concerned? How didn't Kirishima know something was wrong? Why didn't he realize something could have happened? Bakugou might hate texting with every fiber of his being, but he always texted Kirishima back at least once.

God, and to think he swore he wouldn't let something like this happen again after Kamino- How did he let himself break that?

Bakugou groans something unintelligible against Kirishima's chest. The boy snaps away,- oh god, did he hurt him? Fuck, why didn't he assess his injuries first, what if he made something worse?- and pulls himself from the hug. The blonde is barely standing on his own two feet, swaying left to right. And his eyes, oh god, they barely seem cognizant. Slow blinking and shifting pupils, as if there wasn't a spot they can decide to focus on. But they're still somehow on Kirishima, seeming to drift from his hair to his cheeks to his eyes, almost analyzing.

"I-I'm okay, I just-" Bakugou's tongue darts out from his lips and swipes at some dried blood, "I.. I don't know why I'm h-here. What the fuck am I doing?"

The last part was lowered, as if the blonde was speaking to himself, trying to convince himself of something. Tears prick at Kirishima's eyes. His friend, his closest friend, was on his doorstep, bloody and barely there and fuck. He's finally able to gain enough sense to try and categorize the injuries. There was a lot of blood and he couldn't tell if all of it came from the same source or if there was just that many wounds. There were many bruises, though, and some red splotches. But the most concerning was his head. Usually ash blonde hair was now caked up with blood that spread across his hairline and down his forehead, some of it even staining his lips and chin. The injury actually made Kirishima feel dizzy. He knew that if they were in the right lighting, he would see uneven pupils in Bakugou's eyes. There's no way something so severe didn't cause a concussion, or worse, a cracked skull.

Another gust of winter wind blows through and both boys tense with how hard they shiver. It has Kirishima stepping closer to Bakugou once more, and his cold hands come up to cusp at the boy's cheeks. He let's out a small, pitiful sob. His thumbs gently caress bloody skin, desperate to warm up the boy who always despised the cold. "Please, Katsuki- I'm here, I swear, you can tell me what happened. Why don't you come inside? Let me patch you up, god, just let me-" He cuts his own words off with another cry.

Bakugou stares for a few seconds. Lips parted with sharp inhales, a softness in his eyes that Kirishima can't truly describe. The blonde boy swallows and leans into the comforting touch. He lets himself bask in it- the gentle hand he had wondered about hours earlier. It felt even better, the warmth of the skin against numbingly cold cheeks. The redhead feels the tears cascade down his face the longer the seconds tick on. Bakugou's eyes slowly slide close, and his own hands come up to cradle Kirishima's.

For a moment, Kirishima can feel his world stop. He watches with wet eyes as his friend seeks comfort in him like he never had before. It's... frightening. How hurt must he have gotten to so willingly let his walls crumble down? How long had it been since he last had a soothing touch? It rips the boy's heart in two.

"C-Come on, man, it's too cold out here. Y-You can stay the night, really it's no issue, I just- I'll make you some hot cocoa and my moms made some cookies and- and you can play on my switch while I warm up some blankets for you," Kirishima tries once more, tapping on Bakugou's cheek until red eyes open.

But, when they do this time, there's a sadness in them. A deep, inexplicable look of despair that no teenage boy should ever be forced to carry.

"I... I have t-to go. I don't know why I even- I ne-never should've come here. Fuck, what was I even th-thinking?" And those words have Kirishima's stomach dropping into the depths of panic.

"Wh-what, no, Baku-" He's cut off by the boy taking a shaky step backward, removing their hands from his cheeks. It has a feeling of desperation clawing it's way up the redhead's throat.

"Sh-She, fuck, she could h-hurt you, I can't- I don;t- I never sh-should have came here, I.. I'm leaving. She can't find y-you- find me here with you."

And Kirishima doesn't understand a single thing coming out of Bakugou's mouth right now, he doesn't understand the sudden urgency in the boy that looked like he was about to drop dead just seconds ago. But he won't let the injured blonde slip away so easily, so quickly, not while he's this hurt. Not in this cold. Eijirou grabs at his friend's shoulders as a whole new round of tears swim in his eyes.

"No! No, Bakugou. I'm not letting you leave, you- you're in no state! I would never forgive myself if I let something happen to you, please, fuck man- just come inside and we can talk this out!" Kirishima cries pathetically, his heart aching, "Just- just stay for a little while. At least let me patch you up- or, or get you warm, you could get hypothermia, and you're quirk- it makes it so much easier, so please, please, just- Come inside!"

Bakugou's ruby eyes stare into Kirishima's, wide and surprised and.. there's something swimming in them. Realization, acceptance, something that had a small switch in his brain flicking on and off over and over again until something fried. The blonde steps closer and it's honestly so relieving that Kirishima might just drop to his knees. He- he was going to come inside, and everything was going to be alright. He was going to patch him up and get him in a nice warm shower and call Aizawa for help because god, he may be a hero in training but he doesn't really know what to do right now.

Bakugou hums something under his breath that Kirishima doesn't catch. He's so close, now chest to chest with the boy who won't stop looking at him like there's something there to figure out. "B-Bakugou.." The redhead sighs, and his heart rate picks up even quicker, "Come on, man, let me go make you that hot co-"

Kirishima is quieted suddenly with a pair of lips pressing against his. Oh.

Oh.

His heart thumps straight up into his throat as soon as reality catches up to him. Red eyes grow impossibly wide. staring into the face centimeters away from him. The face of his best friend, the bloodied boy on his doorstep- Bakugou Katsuki. The blonde's eyes were closed and his face was entirely relaxed, no scowl or scrunch of pain. Just lips, soft lips that taste a bit too metallic-y, pressed on to Kirishima's. Bakugou was kissing him. Kissing him.

He's frozen. He doesn't know what to do besides close his own eyes and lean into the kiss, pouring as much emotions as he can into it until the saltiness of his tears mix in with the sourness of the dried blood. Oh god, this was not how I wanted our first kiss to go.

Bakugou pulls away and Kirishima is barely there. He's swimming inside his own head, the entire situation becoming so much and too overwhelming and fuck, his crush just kissed him on his doorstep after being beaten bloody. Fuck. His crush was beaten bloody. Still, with untreated wounds. His feet felt like they were glued to the ground.

The blonde steps back again and it feels like the world is crumbling around both of them. Bakugou is frowning but it wobbles so much it almost looks like a smile. His eyes are full of tears, so full of tears, but nothing spills out. Kirishima cries as he takes another step back.

"I-I'm so sorry. I fucked up. I have to go, Eijirou. I-... I'll see you."

And Kirishima is reaching out to catch him, catch anything- an arm, a hand, his shirt, something- but Bakugou is already turning and he's already running and the redhead can only watch as his best friend leaves a bloody trail down the street.

Kirishima sobs.

[everrainrp]

Hello hello!! First of all I want to say thanks for being so responsive to all the asks on here, I know it must be a tad overwhelming for one person but it means a lot to see all the effort you’re putting in before the server even opens! I’m loving everything I see so far with how the clans are so distinct and the world is already rich with lore and concepts to think about. I was looking into the roles and was curious, how exactly do they work? Is it that one cat can be a prowler that hunts and fights, but specializes in forecasting for example? Or is it that each separate role is indeed fully separate? Also, I do see that prowlers, guards, travelers, and medics are listed in between high ranks and general ranks, so I was also curious as to which category they fall into? Thank you so much for your time!

Aw, thank you so much!!

It can be a bit overwhelming, but it does so in a good way! I really enjoy answering everyone's questions and talking with everyone, it's very fun for me and let's me communicate with the future community of the server before it opens!

So for roles, it is a one cat becomes one role type of deal, I will adjust the ranks page to reflect this when I update the website later today! The only exception to this is for apprentices during their first 3 moons of apprenticeship where they spend those moons learning the ins and outs of their Clans, what pursuits will be available to them as they grow, and what path they may want to take. Once those three moons are up, they will choose a pursuit and be trained by a mentor of said pursuit! So for example, an apprentice spends their first three moons and by the end of it they really enjoy forecasting, so they would choose to follow a forecasting path and as such would be assigned a forecast mentor, if that makes sense!

And for the way they are set up on the website, someone has pointed out that the formatting on mobile is odd and separates them weirdly, so that will be fixed as well! But those roles are all general roles as well, and not limited! I believe I was trying to break up the wall of text on desktop with the photo, but the photo just makes the formatting odd on mobile setups.

Of course, thank you so much for your question!! If you have any others, do not be afraid to reach out!

[stellewriites]

hey stelle! I’m still thinking about the johnny western horror au you wrote and was wondering if I could ask some questions that have been rattling in my head??

does the new ‘johnny’ visit ghost/does this johnny even know about ghost? since he doesn’t have the same memories as the original Johnny, it’s making me think of how isolating it might be for the reader to be stalked by this ‘johnny’ and how she thought she was already free of this marriage. Like she if she does close the door on him and doesn’t let him, I can just picture him showing up every night and hearing his horse when she tries to sleep and the sleep deprivation turned into paranoia 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I picture this ‘Johnny’ as more like a body snatcher or something looking for a new body to inhabit, doesn’t matter who so she’s just the most technical option for him

But also! what if reader goes to ghost thinking he’s also getting stalked baring her soul on Johnny harassing her but ghosts not and he almost gets jealous? And angsty, not clicking that this isn’t the real johnny but just hearing that Johnny is back sends his brain in a spiral and that he has to back to him, flash forward some time and Johnny stops showing up at the house and ghost starts walking a bit weird

Okay sorry for the word vomit but I really liked this story hahah you did a great job on it!!

of course!! i love questions about my fics 💓 i’ve got to be honest tho and admit that i haven’t fully thought about the ins and outs about this oneshot further than what was written lmao so this might be all over the place

does he know about/visit ghost?

i’d say no

you’re right that he doesn’t have the same memories, i’d say whatever has taken his body might be going off vague recollections of places and where the scent of johnny is strongest. this was johnnys home before he got his wife, he’d have likely stayed there with ghost often until reader arrived, so it’d make sense to the parasite (?) to go there first. i’d argue that johnny and ghost travelled and camped all over once he had his wife move in, hence the long time spent away

how does reader feel being stalked by johnny?

stalking is the least of her worries - parasite johnny IS getting inside her home that night whether she likes it or not. he’s not fucking around waiting for her to let him in after she shot at him, he’ll force his way in if he has to. it just might’ve been easier for him in the long run if she’d gone along with it all sweet like he’d originally tried to play it.

reader knows this isn’t her johnny either (if he could’ve ever have been considered hers) so the pressure of a marriage holding her hostage again isn’t even on her mind - she’s got bigger fish to fry.

yes absolutely similar to a body snatcher to me too! i left it open in case people prefer possession or ghosts or zombies - but to me it feels very ‘supernatural parasite has taken over the freshest body in the graveyard’.

does reader go to ghost?

ghost isn’t in town anymore! he left as soon as johnny was buried since there’s nothing else there for him, just too many memories.

gaz or price would still be there but after they suggested medical help (read: getting her institutionalised for ‘hysteria’) i don’t think she’d be willing to go back and tell them an undead version of johnny is walking around 🥴

BUT!

i’m a sucker for aus of aus,, so i think if she survived the night (maybe she made a break for it out the back and got on her horse) and she found ghost on the outskirts of town while he was laying low after the train robbery then he’d know straight away from her story that it wasn’t his johnny too. however i think he’d want to confront whatever wasn’t letting the love of his life rest peacefully and would be off like a shot to reader’s house despite her protests.

idk if i think the parasite would move bodies or not - i like the visual of simon wandering the dusty roads acting like edgar in men in black and the concept that the parasite logically wants a bigger healthier body - but i also like the thought of parasite johnny managing to convince simon it is him. and that he just needs simon’s help to get back to normal 🥺 won’t he help him, his johnny? and simon would just cave (even if that means killing strangers to feed him or whatever,, simon can justify it to himself given the people they’d hurt before - he’d killed for money, he can kill for love)

and thank you lainey!! i’m so glad you liked it :D

[dangeroustigerbasement]

CONTENT WARNING: SOME CHARACTERS MIGHT BE DEMONIZED

Introducing Corrin and I's son (well one of them), James. I wanted to focus on him since in my story series, Summer Adventure, he's the most prominent the 12 offspring. Even down to the fact that he has his own portion of the series, Hero's Legacy. Here's an overview of his series wide appearances leading up to Summer Adventure 10.

Hero's Legacy 0: The Last Frontier

Nothing much about it is known since I've not gotten around to writing it yet. All that is known right now is the premise and the outcome. The premise involves James, along with his recurring companions Bandana Dee from Kirby, Charlie from Smiling Friends, and Akiyama from Yakuza/Like A Dragon, being tasked with going to Alaska to escort a familiar Thorn Princess named Yor Briar away from Twilight's reach, who has vile ambitions for her and Alaska. Eventually, James and co. defeat Loid Forger, Yor is safely escorted out of Alaska, and Akiyama goes off to assist me, leading to Summer Adventure 7. This takes place in April of 2022, 10 months after Summer Adventure 6.

Summer Adventure 7: A Hero's Legacy

James' proper first debut in the series, after becoming reliable in the prequel, Hero's Legacy 0: The Last Frontier, he reunites with his comrades to take down the Elites, who have framed his father (me) for a crime he didn't commit. James, his comrades, and whoever they meet along the way must set sail to Japan to clear his name. In the end, the Elites are defeated, my name is cleared, and James readies himself for what's next. This takes place during December of 2022, right in the middle of the 1 year time skip between Summer Adventure 7 and Summer Adventure 8.

Summer Adventure 8

His first mainline appearance, he and his comrades assist me and my party through a tyrannical social darwinist regime, while also helping me grapple with my past. At the end of it all, guilt drove me to time travel to the end of Summer Adventure 6 and prevent the incident that caused the events of Summer Adventure 7.

Hero's Legacy 2: The Dark Future

Taking place a year after Summer Adventure 7: A Hero's Legacy, James and his group check out a time machine Engineer is building, hoping to check out the future and see what it has to offer. However, things go awry, as the Time Machine sucks everyone present into the future, which after a bit of poking around, is revealed to be less than savory. Far less. A dystopian future that serves as the consequence of the time travel stunt that happened at the end of Summer Adventure 8, the Dark Future is a ruthless wasteland ran by the tyrannical Zack Fair. James and his party find their friends, with some of them having tagged along with the Dark Future version of Nori in a bid to find James. Everyone reunites in a dystopian Alaska, defeats the Dark Future equivalent of Loid Forger, and meet up with Engineer and Medic, who leads them to the Chrono Crystal Cavern to find a Chrono Crystal and repower the Time Machine to take them back home. Back in the present, there is still one thing left to do. James, along with Bandana, Charlie, and Akiyama go over to Moodswing Prison to defeat who they believe is responsible for the dystopian future. After defeating the perp, they head back home to recuperate and begin working towards a solution.

Summer Adventure 9

As the protagonist of his own quarter of the story, complete with his own party, his quarter of Summer Adventure 9 sees him working towards a better tomorrow after his time in the Dark Future in Hero's Legacy 2. This includes temporarily scaring off the tyrannical regime from Summer Adventure 8, tying up loose ends from his father's childhood, truly putting an end to the remains of the Cult of Dramodious from Summer Adventure 3, the Emperor's Faithful, dealing with a corrupt seafaring militia, and having run-ins with various One Piece villains such as Spandam and Roji. At the end of it all, he reunites with the protagonists of the other 3 quarters, his father, the Dark Future version of Nori, and Luzie. While his father and Luzie go to the Dark Ruins to deal with Varitas, he and Dark Future Nori dissolve the Emperor's Faithful in Camas, as well as sinking the corrupt militia's fleet near Ocean Shores. After that is done, they meet back up with their father, who has fused with Luzie after their encounter with Varitas. With a box truck en route to Moodswing Prison arriving, me, James, and Dark Future Nori ride over to Moodswing Prison for the final showdown, which involved:

- Destroying Sentinel 14

- Infiltrating Moodswing Prison through the back by trekking through a forest at night

- Destroying the Effigy partway into the Sacred Grounds

- Taking down the mother of all One Piece villains

- Scaling Moodswing Panopticon to reach a painting to Alaska, which they jump into.

- Defeating Ean, Zack, Absalom, and Hancheol at the bottom floor of the skyscraper that houses Hope Etheim.

- Scaling said skyscraper to confront and defeat Hope Etheim, which causes Dark Future Nori to fade away.

Hero's Legacy 3: Seas of Despair

I won't reveal the details for this. Yet. I will however, elaborate on a future post, so stay tuned.

I will be making a new "heroslegacy" tag for organizational purposes.

ANTIS/ROMANTIC DOUBLES DNI

[totallynormalalec]

When a smeet hatches, they are giving a PAK designated to a random class, or whatever class is in demand. Each class is represented by a color and each PAK is specialized to the tools and information needed for that class. There has been multiple instances throughout Irken history that an Irken has transferred to a different class from which they were born into, but the PAK is still a way of designating what kind of tools and info they possess.

PAK Tools

•Four mechanical, spider like legs which can be used as

• A quick and versatile mode of transportation

• Laser cutters/laser blast

• Shield generator

• Laser gun

•Audio and Video commucator

•Portible container

•Levitation system

•Jet pack

•Invisible bubble helmet (space travel)

•Binocular helmet with night vision

•Small robotic arm

•Organ harvesting device

•Ray gun

The PAK contains all of the Irkens knowledge, effectively serving as an auxiliary brain, and holds a great array of wepons/tools. It also contains the hosts personality, charging cell, atmospheric prosesr and a handy auto reset button that will reactivate an Irken if they suffer a fetal injury. It also seems to be able to heal the host more quickly then it would naturally.

If a PAK is separated from its host, it will soon begin to seek out another, though it will at first attempt to reconnect with its original Irken owner

If the PAK attaches to another organism it will slowly kill the organism and take over if the organism can't remove it in 10 minutes.

Combat Division

Invader Class

Trained in covert ops, Invaders are tasked with going undercover to enemy planets and blending in with the native inhabitants in order to prepare it for conquest by the Irken Armada.

Milliary Class

The Irkens programmed for the military make up the majority of the Irken Armada. They are trained to be the soldiers on the front line in battle wether that be on land sea or space

Wepon Class

Battle seems to be a hobby to the Irken race. And working in close correspondence with the Innovations Class, the Wepons Class specializes in the building and development of the technology of the Irken military offense. If the Military Class uses it in battle, the Weapons Class built it

Research & Analysis Devision

Life Sciences Class

They specialize in all the non mechanical factors of Irken life like biology,systematics and agriculture

Physical Sciences Class

Irkens of the Physical Science Class are the ones that crunch the numbers of life and the math of how things work. Their specialists include the studies of space, sound, motion and best of all quantum physics

Explorer Class

The Irkens programmed into the Explorer Class don't see Irk much after their initial training. Their job is braving the frontiers of space, mapping and scoping out the far universe and reporting their findings back to the tallest

Engineering Division

Medical Class

Seeing how the PAK is the Irken life force, highly trained medical technicians are needed to maintain and repair them. They work in close correspondence with the Life Sciences Class, but those in the Medical Class truly know the ins, outs, and facets of the PAK and how it works. They're the primary class in production of every new PAK.

Innovations Class

Those in the Innovations Class are essentially the inverters and artists of the Irken race. They design and build everything from cruisers to robo technics to the structure capsules used by the Invader Class to establish their secret bases.

Communications Class

They are the Irkens behind every visual and aural form of communication used by the Irken Empire. Not only do they build the equipment they also operate the Communication Center on both Irk and the Massive alike.

All information was taken from different sources on the internet. I just compiled it into a list -Alec

[ecargmura]

Pokemon Horizons Episode 3 Review: Sprigatito Rescue Mission

This episode continues from the previous one, in which Liko and the Rising Volt Tacklers team up to rescue Sprigatito. Some questions about the RVT are finally answered and the Explorers get some characterization.

First off, I’m going to get this out of my chest. Liko’s grandmother is NOT someone from the previous series. She is not Delia (there’s someone on Twitter who thinks Liko’s grandmother looks identical to her). She is not Johanna. She is just an original character. So, can we finally close the theory about her being related to Ash? SHE’S NOT RELATED TO HIM! PLEASE SHUT DOWN THOSE THOUGHTS ONCE AND FOR ALL! Liko isn’t a character who’s only worth is to be related to the predecessor. She can still be a compelling and interesting character without the need to be a shipper’s medal. If I see one more ridiculous theory about this, I am going to name drop everyone who still has this asinine theory.

Anyways, I’m sure everyone has this one question on their mind: Just who are the Rising Volt Tacklers and why are they looking for Liko? The Rising Volt Tacklers are a group of travelers with Friede as their leader and their mission is to solve the mysteries of the Pokemon world. They were hired by Liko’s parents to be her bodyguards, which was why they were looking for her. The mysterious pendant also happens to be a mystery of the world, so they make a goal to solve it as they head for the Paldea region.

To be honest, I really love these guys. They’re all so interesting. We get Friede, the bumbling but headstrong leader. He forgets things easily and just likes to change the topic when someone questions him things he cannot answer specifically. Orla is the team’s mechanic and is a talented one at that as she’s been fixing up the Brave Asagi and knows all the ins and out of the great airship. Murdock looks like a tough man, but he’s an absolute sweetie with his love for cooking and his adoration for his Rockruff. How he acts with his Rockruff is how I act with my dogs on a daily basis. Mollie is the composed medic. I really like how she looks different from how usual medics look. She does look like she can kill someone, but she’s kind. I wonder why she looks like a punk version of Nurse Joy. I do not know what Ludlow’s role in the team is yet. All he does is fish. Maybe he’s the watchman? Who knows? I’m invested in watching this team. They’re all shaping up to be interesting people. I wonder what sort of dynamic we’ll see from them and the relationships they’ll form with Liko and Roy.

Speaking of which, this anime makes the return of one original series’ character: Nurse Joy! We all missed our favorite Pokemon nurse! I’m glad she’s back! I wonder if other one note characters or recurring characters will make their return. Will they have Officer Jenny?

The Explorers have some characterization in this episode. It’s mainly Conia who gets all the personality as she falls in love with Sprigatito and spoils it rotten. Conia’s hilarious with her adoration for Sprigatito and essentially being the sort of comic relief within the usually serious Explorers team. Amethio and Zir are still the same, but Amethio seems to be easily provoked as he fell for Friede’s challenge to continue where they left off and had not realized it was a ploy for Liko to find her Pokemon. What makes the Explorers different from Team Rocket is that they’re targeting a person and not a Pokemon. Their target is Liko as they need her to activate the pendant, which is smart on the writer’s part. Zir is just there for the most part, but I hope he gets fleshed out in future episodes.

Liko also becomes a bit more confident as she realizes she’s not just a student in Indigo Academy, but Sprigatito’s Trainer. That cat is her Pokemon. I really loved the part where she realizes this. Her confidence meter has increased and it definitely will continue to do so. The fact that Liko is smart enough to know that she’s at a disadvantage when it comes to fighting Conia, so she uses the Leafage to conceal herself so that Sprigatito, Rockruff and she can escape shows her potential as a smart and analytical battler compared to Ash who is more action first, think later.

She also gets some characterization. She dreams of her grandmother, who is the motivator for her to become confident as she remembers her words. I wonder if her grandmother is already gone by the present time. She also seems to be from a rich family as Liko’s parents hired the Rising Volt Tacklers, a traveling group with a very expensive airship. I wonder what sort of family Liko is from.

Anyways, Roy is coming next week and I’m excited. The ending showed some glimpses of him and he just seems to be a cute bundle of joy. He lives on an island somewhere in the Kanto region, so I’m assuming he’s from the Sevii Islands? If so, congrats on making your debut, Sevii Islands.

I’m liking what I’m seeing so far. Liko officially joins the Rising Volt Tacklers and I can’t wait to see what the group is going to be like once Roy joins. The potential found family vibes is strong.

[obscurushydrae]

Heads up: mentions and discussion of depression and suicide ahead. Read at your own discretion.

Since my personal timeline is a mix of GDT movie and comic canon (in the comics Bruttenholm died in 1994 before the Cavendish Hall Incident, in the GDT film he died in 2004 killed by Kroenen-- which is death I use), The events of the Blood & Iron animated series is inspired by the GDT film, it has to be before October-November 2004. As stated in my last post, I set it in 2003 meaning it was right before the events of the GDT film.

I'm breaking this down chronologically; as both the influences of Rasputin and Hecate run deep.

1993-1994: The Cavendish Hall Incident and the Start of Things to Come

In 1993, Professor Bruttenholm, the three Cavendish brothers, and Sven Olafson would travel to artic circle after the promising 1989 expedition to Greenland that recovered relics that were dated to be older than most known civilizations (and brought Kar into the Bureau fold). This expedition would lead them to waking up Rasputin (and Sadu-Hem). Rasputin would control hi and wipe the memory from the Professor's mind-- leaving him with amnesia for that period of a time.

It is with the return of the Professor in 1993 that the reoccurring nightmares of "The Man in Black" begin to a now 7-8 year old Kar. While she was prone to seizures (later learned to be literally her mind and body literally trying to tear apart). A seizure attack would usually follow these dreams, leading to an increase of medical research leading to no answers.

In 1994, after the Cavendish Hall Incident would be the last big nightmare/attack. At the insistence of Hellboy, she would later give a drawing of "Man"; a child's scribbled portrait of Rasputin. The drawing was left in the files; only really becoming significant a decade later.

A year later, Kar would be move to New York and be under the care of Frankie Aster and Ava Cohen, in an attempt to normalize and acclimatize her. The nightmares would be infrequent but the attacks would remain, requiring occasional medical check ins and medication.

2003: Trumbolt Mansion Incident: A Family Reunited

After her graduation in May, Kar was officially made a BPRD Agent at 18, and accepted into a graduate program at Oxford-- deferring the attendance for a gap year (that winds up being almost 2). It was assumed to be more of publicity/goodwill thing, there was no expectation of any danger, and was allowed to join her family in the investigation of the mansion in her first "official" mission. Needless to say it was more than that; and in the conflict she would be revealed to her mother's attention. While she would not actively meet her mother-- but her mother would recognize her. In her conflict will Hellboy, Hecate would leave a cryptic message: the lesser serpent, the tool of her vengeance is within their midst.

The cryptic message wasn't exactly taken very seriously, though a vetting of agents and background checks leads nowhere, but the term lesser serpent only leads to relics from the 1989 expedition. With updated technology, scans reveal more to the sarcophagus, revealing things beyond the chiseling.

The Lesser Serpent was in their midst-- newly minted agent Kar. When the new was shared it was the first domino in the chain leading to the events of 2005. Hellboy had more faith in her than she did-- he trusted she'd never willingly put the Bureau in danger. She feared she'd become a loose canon, an unwitting puppet. However, those fear were kept to herself. Needless to say this turned into a sort of functional depression; staying out late, partying a bit more than she did in college now no longer worried about needing to wake up for class-- quietly concerning her parents.

2004: The Death of Bruttenholm and Russian Expedition

The nightmares started getting frequent and stronger right before the time Sammael was unleashed. After the first real serious episode in years, it was recommended she return to the Bureau for observation. She recovered shortly in November, enough to briefly meet Myers and to return to normal life-- a night out with friends turning tragic as agents escort her back. The man she called aba was dead.

She was present at his funeral. Speaking to no one, not even her moms, not even Hellboy. Grief does weird things, paired with the paranoia seeded in the last year. Now the Man in Black was trying command her rise, to wake. Tired of the nightmares, tired of the looming destiny she didn't want, tired of the pain, tired of the episodes. It was with that, she made a final decision.

Here's where it gets sad. Frankie and Ava did care, did report her missing but at 19 (a few months shy of 20), with a history of disappearing in the night, she wasn't considered high priority and as an adult they couldn't do much. Her moms begged the Bureau, but Manning put the many of the few. Stopping Rasputin in Russia (and saving the world) was a priority over finding Kar. Manning offered a token couple of agents, and took a calculated risk in not informing the big 3 about it until after returning from Russia.

While her moms dealt with an unhelpful NYPD and BPRD, the rest of her family was flying off to Russia, Kar stood in the Brooklyn Bridge, staring at the dark ocean below. If she was lucky her body wouldn't be found for a few days, if at all, depending on a few factors-- assessing her own death with the coolness of a forensic investigator. If she was to end it all, at least for once, after a life filled with decisions made for her, her end would at least be made on her own terms.

That was until a man in a black suit appeared from nowhere, like death himself. Unbeknownst to her then, an agent of her mother's. If she had the gift of foresight; Kar would have taken the cold depths of the East River over his talking her down a ledge, his offer of false comfort and succor --at least her suffering would have ended quicker...

Early 2005: The Order of the Ebon Serpent

It wasn't a few days after returning that new was broken to Hellboy. She'd already missing for almost two weeks at his point. Needless to he was furious-- even if deep down he agreed it would have been a distraction. He could have least tried before departing for Russia. Even though he should be recovering, he was at Frankie and Ava's first thing, back on the beat scouring five boroughs for clues.

One lead took him to another and another until an obscure occult society found itself in his crossroads: The Order of the Ebon Serpent.

Kate, Hellboy, Liz, and Abe had all pieced it together. The Order of the Ebon Serpent, a cult dedicated to finding and recovering the lesser dragon, stolen away from Mother Hecate's embrace and sealed away by the priests of Anum. Rumors had it they've been holed up in the Upper East Side since the height of spiritualism swept the nation. It was the lesser dragon that caught their attention.

Mother and daughter was reunited again; Hecate was recovered from the Trumbolt mansion by Erasmus Black, the immortal head of the Order and devotee. It was not a gentle or pleasant reunion. A defiant, suicidal daughter, an imperious mother expecting the loyalty commanded-- and quite literally demanding her body. Kar did want to die, but the prospect of her mother parading around in her body was worse than death.

The Bureau raid on the townhouse had disrupted the ritual, freeing Kar right in the nick of time. Hecate was destroyed a final, and with the bulk of her power gone, would spend her time now as limited, weaker form. (Leading to the events of Darkness Calls/Wild Hunt and the vacuum Nimue takes advantage of) Through this, the dragon and chthonic side were reconciled; Kar would no longer have seizure episodes at this point. The Bureau keeps her for a few month to recover, the events of the last year or so putting a toll on her mental health. It is soon after being deemed "stabilized", she was sent sent to the UK to start her studies without any notice given save her mothers. After a harrowing few weeks she acclimated.

2006: The Deal

When Bromhead sealed Hecate away, she had enough power left to meet her daughter in dreams. At first Kar was severely defensive, but the boogeymonster that haunted her life was a weakened and pitiful spirit by now. Kar had been deep in her studies at Oxford while the war between the witches waged under nose, unaware of the throne she was expected to inherit. A deal was brokered; another would take the role of Witch-Queen, but Kar would assume her mother's duties and obligation to the underworld-- only and only when Kar died.

Satisfied, Hecate would retreat to the shadows once again.

2017: The Lesser Dragon and the Dawn of the New World:

Kar had finally revealed her true Hem form only once-- her rage at the Black Flame triggering the final hold on herself in 2015. And yet against Rasputin in the final conflict she remained as herself. Taking the Monk's life as well as her own, using a ritual that bound him to her, the bargain with her mother would fall into action. The Man in Black would haunt her dreams no longer.

She would appear, once last time, in her iron maiden form to confirm the bargain, while not fully reconciled, their meeting is not hostile. One might consider it cold and business like. It is with Hellboy's blood and the sacrifice of the stone hand that would finally end the chain of events and bring about a new word, the rest of the Ogdru Hem sealed with their Jahad parent. Hecate, in her iron maiden form, would be the catalyst.

With the "birth" of the new world, an her successor chosen, what's left of Hecate's sprits retires to the depths of Tartarus, by her own volition-- her time is gone. It is her daughter's time now.

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