#tried to save you but explosion complicated things

[aka-indulgence]

Fragile Tank

TFP!Shockwave x Human!Reader (Hurt/Comfort) (I think this is GN!Reader bc I don’t remember writing any pronouns fdilfjd)

I have a soft spot for Shockwave. TFP Shockwave is the hottest really cool to me. I keep thinking about angst/comfort with all the Shockwaves I know so far… and Shockwave’s backstory in TFP makes me 😭 I want to be there if his eye gets shattered

So here’s a story about you staying with him when he’s blinded 🥹

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Shockwave awoke to pain, first. Pulsing from his legs up, but most importantly… searing from his eye. An explosion broke out during a struggle with the Autobots. He doesn’t remember the details anymore, which is concerning. Clearly it’s done enough damage to him, considering his aching frame.

His eye’s shattered. Multitudes of heavy objects covered his lower side, rubble from the explosion surely- he couldn’t see. He couldn’t hear anything other than the involuntary sounds of pain emerging from his voicebox.

It’s happening again.

“Knockout.” Is the first he calls. The doctor often assisted him in his scientific pursuits, he’s most likely to have been on site.

There is no response.

“Soundwave.” The Decepticon most capable in dire situations.

“Lord Megatron.” Perhaps his master had been there to witness the events that transpired.

“... Starscream.”

What a joke.

Shockwave’s alone.

He tries to use his communications to contact him once again, the most likely to hear him. “Soundwave?”

… No response. His internal communications shouldnt've been compromised, but he doesn’t think he is able to find a good channel in his broken lab.

Metal claws rake across the coarse floor.

They’ve forgotten about him again. Abandoned, left for dead.

No one’s coming. He used to assume that someone would, that they would send a recovery team for him, but Shockwave’s since learnt that that’s not happening. He’s stranded alone on the planet he once called home but is now his prison. Nothing but ruins and the dead.

He had just reunited with the Decepticons a few deca-cycles ago. Who knew that his time with them would last only a little while before he was sent back to his prison?

How foolish was Shockwave, to think that it wouldn’t happen again. How long is he to be resigned on Cybertron this time? Are they going to come back soon? Or is he going to have to spend another eons alone on this forsaken planet?

Maybe Megatron will finish the Omega Lock , return to Cybertron and revive the planet. But considering Shockwave isn’t there to assist, it'd be illogical to assume he would return quickly.

No one’s coming for him.

Having survived this before, Shockwave understands that logically, the probability of him being reaching the other end safe is high. He has experienced worse injuries, and though his eye is his biggest vulnerability, it is not irreplaceable. He can rise and repair himself fairly easily, and once he’s done that the absence of other cybertronians made it easy for him to focus purely on science for its own sake.

He's proven he could.

… But he can’t find the strength to pick himself out of the rubble. A crushing feeling resides in his chest, which has no obvious cause, there’s no rubble on his chest- yet it feels heavy just the same.

What pathetic unnecessary feelings.

There is no use dwelling on it. If he can’t overcome it now, then his best course of action is to go shut himself down, go into a recharge cycle. Smother the irrelevant sensations arising from within his chassis. The thought of going offline just for a few cycles sounds so appealing. Uncaringly, he lets his head fall to the ground with a thud.

…

“Shockwave?”

His finials straighten. There is movement in the lab, though he couldn’t see what.

He must have sustained more damage than he thought he did. His malfunction so severe that for a moment he thought he heard–

“Shockwave!”

Y/n?

He hears you running across the debris, a faint silhouette moving in the distance. You were panting from the strain, but your worry and alarm are clear in your breaths. When you reach him you reach for the side of his head, as if you could cradle it with your tiny hand.

“Sh-Shockwave!” You panic, wildly looking about him. You sound so worried, he can't help but bask in it, audials wiggling, pain fading.

How are you here? Why are you here?

Does it matter?

“Are you ok? Are you still—? … Your eye!” Are you crying? Your voice sounded wet, and from what little he could see of your face, you look despaired. Why did that make him happy? He never enjoyed it when you were upset, before.

“P-please, tell me you’re ok,”

His antennas settles. “Y/n. You’re here.”

He doesn’t believe you’re real. How could you be?

You release a soft sigh of relief at his voice.

“Of course I’m here…” your voice shakes.

“You stayed.”

“W-what else am I supposed to do?”

"Ah… were you trapped too?"

"N-no… the ground bridge was open for us. But there was that explosion… I-I couldn't just leave you!"

Realization hit him.

“You came back for me.” He says, dream-like. He can't believe you.

Shockwave isn’t spiritual by any means. But seeing you here felt like a miracle, as if Primus himself had sent you to save him.

“Oh… Shockwave, what do I do…?” You curl against his face, small and scared. He lifts his hand, though it still stings with pain, to cup you. If he had normal optics (and if his wasn't shattered across the floor), he would close them, feel your warm body under his palm. His fingers lightly rest on you and start to feel; he can feel your hair shifting underneath, your clothes rustling against him, the softness of your skin where they were exposed. You’re shaking, but you lean into his hand. Such a small creature. How could something living be so small and delicate…?

You fill his spark chamber with warmth.

“You’ve got boulders on your legs,”

“Y/n,” he cut you off, gently. “Are you hurt?”

He doesn’t care about the pain or what kind of damage he sustained. All he can muster to care about right now is you.

“No no, you shielded me from the explosion, remember? You told me to stay back and covered me with your cannon, I’m– I’m fine, ok? We need to be worried about you. I’m worried about you,”

He shielded you? He doesn’t remember, it must’ve been a terrible explosion; but a quick scan of his memory drives shows it’s intact, which means no permanent damage had been inflicted.

If an explosion occurred while you were accompanying him, shielding you from the blast would be the only logical decision. Shockwave is a tank. He was formed to withstand heavy blows. He has and will survive worse. You? You’re a delicate, weak little organic with no armor, no weapons. Just a single blast from a vehicon would terminate you.

Shockwave used to think that it was the failings of the native species of earth. But he’s come to learn that fragility isn’t something to look down upon.

And yet despite your differences, the same delicate organic was the one worrying over the cybertronian tank. You have no idea what profound effect your words had on him, you make his antennas twitch.

His thumb finds your cheek and pets it.

“You aren’t supposed to be here. All logic concludes that cybertronian atmosphere should be toxic to humans. It is nothing short of a miracle you can stand and speak at all,”

He is grateful for your presence, he really is. But there was a pang of guilt, thinking of the fate he’s inadvertently subjected you to.

“What are you talking about?” You sound confused, which makes him hurt to elaborate.

“We’re isolated now. We are lightyears away from everyone we know of, or any life at all. We are stranded here. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have stayed for me.”

Maybe it would’ve been better for him to have been abandoned completely. No matter how much joy you brought him with your presence, it isn't worth risking your life for.

He doesn’t know what he’ll do with himself if your spark (heart?) were to extinguish so soon.

You’re quiet. Are you afraid? Are you thinking of your own mortality? Even if it weren’t for the atmosphere, Shockwave hated how short human lives were. Their entire lifespan is but a blink in his, something he never had to worry about but now, he—

“Shockwave,” his name interrupts his thoughts. “We’re not on Cybertron.”

…

“No?”

Your voice is calm, matter-of-fact. “We’re on earth. We might be stuck in a cave right now, but we’re not lightyears away from everyone we know, and certainly not from any life. Haha… I think I saw some weird cave bugs in here. We’re surrounded by forests and animals and humans. I don’t think you're fan of that, but it’s life. And the Decepticons are on the Nemesis right now, flying somewhere around the earth, probably looking for you."

We're on earth?

“We’re not stranded alone, Shockwave. We just need to find our way out of here.”

His antennas twiddle, processing your information. You look so blurry without his lens to refocus his vision, but the light from the half-broken controls behind you illuminates you in soft hues, giving you an ethereal glow. You are the only thing that has made him feel this awed in a long time, something that isn't science. He can feel your breaths, your chest expanding and contracting in between his fingers.

How… marvelous you are, this tiny living organic.

“Shockwave? Shockwave…? say something,” you urge, “w-we can fix you, right? Shockwave??”

Did you have to, now? He doesn’t want to do anything else other than hold you close. Just for a little longer.

His silence makes you presume the worse however, and you shake one of his fingers.

“Shockwave! D-don’t go offline, please? There… there must be something I can do, right?”

You still when the scientist starts to laugh, a deep, resounding chuckle that shook your entire body. It’s a strange sound, even to Shockwave’s own audials. He never laughs. But the fact that you thought that pitiful explosion was enough to kill him permanently, tickled him.

It’s sweet. Funny, but sweet.

He feels something wet on your cheek, and he deduces that your tears have overflown. Delicately, he wipes it with miniscule movements of his thumb. He doesn’t want to see you crying, even if he can’t see it in high resolution.

Besides, there isn’t much you could do to help him on your own, that’s Shockwave’s job… but something does come to mind.

“If we are on earth, then I assume we are on my off-site lab. I’ve ensured to have a spare lens in all my labs, after the… incident on Cybertron. You can access it with a function on the panel. It should be small enough for you to carry.”

You nod, shakily. “O… ok. I can do that.”

You move to stand up but are immediately yanked back. Shockwave’s sharp fingers shut around your body like a bear trap, restrained in his fist. You look back at him with alarm, and Shockwave can feel your racing heartbeat.

“Shockwave?”

…

“Don’t leave.”

Suddenly he can’t bare the thought of having you away from him. The idea of being alone on the ground again, unable to see you makes something in his spark react violently, and his fingers squeeze you.

He hears your breathing. Nervous. Scared, even.

“I-I’m. I’m not leaving,” you assure him. “I’m going to get your spare eye, like you said. Then we’re going to fix your eye.”

That is the necessary actions for Shockwave to recover. Yet he still finds himself hesitant.

Nonetheless, the Decepticon releases you from his grasp, and lowers his antennas (he didn’t even realize they’ve shot straight up.)

You walk to the control panel. The further you go, the blurrier your form becomes, the more you blend in with everything around you, and you were nothing more than a moving blob in his vision.

“Don’t go far.”

His voice was a mix between commanding and something like a frightened sparkling. It's a lot shaky than he would've liked. Normally he would’ve called it pathetic if he wasn’t so terrified in this moment.

“I’m still here,” you remind him. Your voice comes from the control panel, perhaps while you were finding a way to scale it.

He wasn’t asking for reassurance, but Shockwave finds himself reassured anyway. Your voice calms him down. You were further away from him so you had to raise your voice, but still it sounded small. Everything you did sounded small. It’s one of his favorite things about you. The sounds of struggle as you finally reach the top of the control panel, of your feet running on the keyboard. Even from here with his poor vision, he could see the big exaggerated movements you were doing with your body just to operate the control panel, things Shockwave could’ve done simply by reaching with his hand and tapping his fingers.

If he were human, he would describe you like a mouse running through his laboratory. It’s cute.

Finally, with a hiss, you open a drawer under the panels and with a huff, you pick up the lens. He can’t tell how you got up there or how you’re going to get down, but you manage to do the latter easier than the former. The sight of your form becoming more distinct and sharper in his vision thoroughly excites him, and his antennas involuntarily wiggle in delight. Before you even reach him, Shockwave already has his hand extended to you.

Want to touch.

It curls around you by the time you reach his face.

“Thank you.”

It was unnatural for him to show gratitude. No Decepticon does, not much. But he wants you to know he appreciates you. His pointer and middle fingers land on your head and give it a satisfying rub, messing your hair. It feels so nice to touch you.

“Shockwave, your eye,”

You weren’t referring to his lens in your hands. He'd took out its shattered remains while you were busy fetching him the new one (he didn’t want the shards to injure you when you came back.) You’re looking right into his eye, in its most vulnerable form. A soft red glow from within his naked optic.

“It blinks when you talk,”

“It does slightly. It’s too miniscule, the lens too opaque for others to observe under normal circumstances.”

You’re paused.

“I… um. Sorry if this sounds bad considering how your eye is broken, but. I think it’s kind of cute,”

His antennas jolt.

“When you laughed earlier it was extra bright.”

… The patterns across his frame glow brighter, much to his chagrin.

"Oh… your…" your hands run across the lines and shapes on his body, making him glow brighter and his spark to shudder. He doesn't remember it ever doing something like that before.

"Why is it glowing-?"

"Not vital to our current situation." He blurts.

"O-oh right, sorry about that," you sounded chastised. But in reality, Shockwave just doesn't want you to be aware of his embarassing attraction.

You hold his lens in front of him. "Tell me what to do."

You sound so sure of yourself, so ready to help him, when you could've left when you had the chance, leave him damaged. He takes the lens in between his fingers, keeping his pointed claws away from it.

"You have done enough." He says earnestly. "I will do the next part."

When it clicks into place in the hollow of his optic, you come into focus. He can finally see you with all the details he's missed. He can see the folds in your clothing, your fingers curled at the base of your thighs, all the shapes that make up your face. You're no longer crying, but your eyes are a little red.

It reminded him that he isn't dreaming. You really did stay for him.

You smile at him.

It gives him the strength to push his way out of the rubble. The rocks and boulders that covered him were as light as sand to him. Of course, it was nothing to him, but the thought of being left alone weighed him down heavier than a mountain. Your presence made him feel like a proper cybertronian tank.

Gingerly, he scoops you into his hand and walks to the sparking, flickering panel.

A few taps of his fingers proves that "the communication link is damaged."

Just as he suspected. But it doesn't give him the sense of dread he'd felt earlier.

"How about your internal ones?"

"I have tried. With our main communications broken, I can't grasp a stable signal." He explains, his antennas probing the air for one.

You tap your chin.

"We should try to get out of here. Maybe the cave being blocked is interferring with it. Will it work if we get out of here?"

The both of you look at the blocked entrance. Nothing too taxing for Shockwave.

His antennas perk joyfully; his isolation won't last long, and really isn't an isolation at all, with your company.

"How wonderfully logical, my dear human."

[nightingale-prompts]

Batboy Missing

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Danny despite everything still liked acting on his own. He needed some space.

Bludhaven was his stomping ground now but it wouldn't be so bad to secretly fly into Gotham. Definitely not to see the other robins or anything. Especially not to see Red Robin.

They may have met briefly some time ago on a rooftop.

Dick didn't even tell him that Red Robin was his age and was cute. Dick already didn't like it when Danny said he thought Tim was attractive. Honestly, he had no room to talk he dated Barbara. It wouldn't be weird if he didn't overthink it.

Still, Red Robin was definitely his type. Then again if he had a dine for every red vigilante he had a crush on he would have 2 dime and well you know the rest.

Danny found it hard not to think about their first meeting.

"Wow, you are much more stunning up close."

The voice came from none other than Red Robin who almost snuck up on Danny who had let him approach.

Danny wondered what exactly the teen was seeing when he looked at Danny.

Red Robin eyed Danny with an intense probing curiosity. Not like how a scientist looks at a butterfly pinned to a board but like a photographer eyes a wild animal. Respect, awe, and excitement.

"You aren't so bad yourself," Danny responded keeping a healthy distance between them.

"Batboy right? I'm Red Robin. Call me Red." He held put his hand to shake.

"Batboy. Call me...uh...Batboy." Danny said awkwardly.

Red Robin seemed to get closer and closer when Danny wasn't looking directly at him.

It was throwing Danny off because the moment had gotten too close his wings reflexively unwrapped from around his shoulders.

"I was right, fruitbat wings. But they connect to your back, not your arms. Like having two sets of arms." Red Robin mumbled as he slid a gloved hand down one wing.

"He-Hey! You shouldn't touch a bat's wings like that." Danny shivered, his face was on fire.

"Oh, are your wings sensitive?"Red Robin teased pulling back and holding up his hands in feigned innocence. "Or is it that it's too personal? Should I buy you dinner first?"

Danny wanted to be upset but he felt the opposite. Maybe because it felt like the teen was playing with him.

Their meet-cute was ended quickly unfortunately since an emergency came up on Robin's end.

That's not why Danny is visiting Gotham. He could just be trying to see the other Robin or Batgirl. Batgirl is cool.

Danny stealthed his way through Gotham towards Crime Alley when a dark shadow was spotted nearby. Danny immediately dropped into an alleyway assuming it was Batman and trying to avoid him.

The young bat knew it was unwise to spread his wings here. They were too liable to get caught in the narrows. He shifted his wings away but he needed something else to help him. Sure he still had his ghost powers, but here in Gotham using them too much risked getting the eyes of the spirits here. Not to mention the Observers. Danny knew to limit his abilities and not overstep boundaries. Danny could only rely on shifting since it was considered a secondary ability.

Danny tried to remember any anatomy he had memorized that could help him. Shifting is very complicated and seeing something isn't always enough, he needed to know the function the further removed it was from his human form.

As Danny rethought his next move someone had sensed him. Red Hood was prowling the area.

Red Hood wasn't completely unaware of Batboy. He knew little of what was going on in Bludhaven but social media was an explosion of posts about Batboy the new sidekick to Nightwing. But the only thing he really knew about the teen was that he had giant bat wings.

The kid that is currently wandering around the alley does not have batwings.

It was just a kid hiding behind a dumbster and about to get mugged.

He was going to save the kid but it wasn't necessary as he watched the kid kick the would-be robber in the face.

When Hood finally got close enough to talk to the kid as he stood over the fallen man he saw a set of Lazarus green eyes shine in the dark like a cat.

Creepy.

A sinking sense of dread seemed to shroud him before passing through him like a cold breeze.

The green-eyed kid stared into his soul as he crept closer. A pull in his chest towards him bubbled inside like a cauldron of oil.

The white-haired teen looked at him with a deep weary sorrow. Without warning Jason felt arms wrap around his shoulders as the teen hugged him. Deep inside of Jason, he felt something settle.

"Im so sorry." The boy said "Let me help."

Without another word the teen pushed his hand into Jason's chest. Just through his body without resistance.

"What the hell are you-" Jason didn't finish as a foul brackish fluid came out of his mouth.

"This filth is not your own. It is polluting you." He said pulling his hand out. "Catch your breath. Slowly. In and out."

Jason felt like a heavy weight was lifted off his chest. Like this was his first breath of air since his revival.

In the teen's hand was a blob of black tar that he rolled into a ball before promptly popping it into his mouth.

"Ew." Jason said.

"Don't judge me. It tastes disgusting but if it isn't consumed it'll infect someone else." He said.

"What are you?"

"....a ghost." The teen paused before responding as if not knowing what to call himself.

"A ghost? As in undead?" Jason knew this had to be some kind of serial joke. It had to be.

"I don't make the rules. I'm a ghost. And you are a revenant. You are just a more alive version of me. Closer to life than death." The teen said.

"Who are you then?" Jason asked this time calmer as he steadied his nerves.

"Call me Phantom for now. I'm just trying to hide from Batman. I don't want him trying anything." Phantom said going back to looking for Batman.

Jason still had questions for Phantom.

"Alright follow me then. The Bat isnt welcome around here and I have a safe house you can wait out in." Jason sighed turning to leave.

The teen seemed to get that Jason wasn't going to hurt him and followed.

*Dick back in Bludhaven*

"Where is my baby?!"

[eleu22]

just some random task force 141 headcanons

tw: drugs, dead baby jokes?

gaz

- has been approached by model scouts on nights out with the 141 and is so gassed by it but pretends not to be

- got holding onto his tactical vest straps from price because he thought it looked cool

- popular as fuck in school

- side eye king (canon)

- used to do ket when he was younger and is now paranoid price will find out somehow and be disappointed in him

- highlights during briefings and soap calls him a neek

- deleted tiktok because he got addicted to those ingrown hair removal videos

- borderline illegible handwriting

- type to laugh when hes really mad (its lowkey scary)

- has once described himself as a “thought daughter”

- paces when hes stressed

- terrys chocolate orange enjoyer

- tried to grow out a beard but it was weird and kind of patchy

soap

- will be looking at a nice view and will always say how a huge explosion would make it look so much cooler

- does that thing where he tells you to straighten your legs and then kicks the back of your knee

- cannot stay still in his sleep and has once woken up with half is body off the bed horizontally

- has a comic book collection and if you touch it he will kick you out

- goes to life drawing classes sometimes in his free time

- all of his exam papers had doodles on them

- the type of guy to draw a penis in ur notebook

- all of his socks have holes in them but refuses to buy new ones, some are literally the concept of a sock at this point

- smells his armpits unabashedly to see if he smells or not

- will ask to tell you a secret and burp in your ear

- when someone drops like a plate or a cup is the type to scream “wheey!!” and clap and he did that at a pub once and got them kicked out

- will make a fart noise and loudly blame it on you (especially in packed elevators)

-booger flicker

ghost

- makes zero noise when sneezing but still acts it out and he looks like hes bugging

- nose bridge pincher

- doesn’t clip off his fingernails he literally just bites them off and spits it into the bin

- type to say “well done.” sarcastically

- casual dead baby joke enjoyer

“how many babies does it take to paint a wall?”

“depends on how hard you throw them.”

(silence)

- really enjoys solitaire mobile is on level 177

- he once made a recruit run laps for microwaving tea

- off duty he has terrible posture

- chapped lips 24/7

- favourite takeout is chinese food and always get the vegetable spring rolls - he will buy takeout in bulk and then live off of leftovers instead of actually buying groceries

- has 3 forks one knife and one spoon

- has literally no sense of rhythm what so ever , cannot dance to save his life

- loves making social situations awkward in purpose but would never admit that so he just comes off as slightly off putting a lot of the time

price

- sneezes and coughs ridiculously loudly

- weirdly territorial about his hat (i find it so funny he has a waterproof version of it)

- has a weird mole on his back he refuses to get checked out - his reasoning is if he dies via mole it was natural selection

- has extensive knowledge on art history and hates conceptual art (has a tate membership card)

- licks his finger before turning a page

- casual moomin enjoyer

- cuts his cuticles - likes his maintenance has a beard grooming kit

- says he doesnt watch tiktoks but he watches tiktok dog video complications in youtube and they have the most npc ass audios

- is on the “cigar society” on facebook and gives reviews for them

- does the head tilt of disappointment (if its thrown at gaz he literally will not get over it for days)

- slaps his knee when laughing really hard

- also nose bridge pincher

- is the type of make those hiking comments to people who walk by

- really enjoyed the lego batman movie

- unabashedly itches himself

- takes fish oil supplements

- always puts his hand up to say thank you when cars stop for him

- flirts with baristas

- had a brief midlife crisis where he wanted to become a mystery novelist (still has the drafts hidden somewhere but you couldn’t waterboard that information out of him)

thank you

[oh-no-its-bird]

Celebrating my 21'st birthday by posting an obnoxious amount of

Warring States Hatake OC things !

Continuing the warring states era Hatake oc train as I try to fill up all 21 slots for the clan !!! I honestly don't know if I'll make all 21, but I'd like to at least give them all names, just to make the world feel lived in. I might ask someone else to donate an oc or two in the future to guest star in the cast, idk

But anyways !!!! In a clan who loves to adopt, it stands to reason that they ofc have people among them who weren't born Hatake.

With that said: Pyromaniac explosion enthusiast Hatake who was a failed bloodline theft anyone ???

Both Sora and Tsuki are pretty fucking horrendous towards Tetsuo, but in large part it's Tsuki leading the charge. Sora follows his lead, as he's the first friend she made in the clan. They're honestly pretty close

Meanwhile: Sora remains the biggest Haruka fan ever. Being saved from the bloodline thief camp by the woman really cemented her in her mind as her hero.

After Sora lost her arm at 12 when playing with an explosion seal she'd explicitly been told not to play with, Tsuki proposed they learn to do hand signs together.

Sora would eventually be able to figure out how to do pull off a jutsu with only one hand, but it takes a long time to get there— and even when she is there, it still takes longer than if she had 2 hands. Working with Tsuki, they can both pull off just about any jutsu as fast as any one person can. Faster, even

Top ten images taken 5 seconds before disaster...

I was gonna draw 2 more pages for this, of the actual drowning attempt, but I got tired and wanted to post this today so you get a summary of what comes next instead. (Maybe I'll finish drawing it and post it separately another day)

Tsuki and Sora bullied Tetsuo pretty relentlessly till the boys were about 13, when Tsuki took things a step too far and basically tried to drown Tetsuo. Tetsuo fought back, beating both Tsuki and Sora's asses pretty soundly— and catching Haruka's attention in the process.

Seeing Tetsuo fend off the other two made up Haruka's mind, and she declared he'd be her new heir. Which he... didn't actually want to be. Oops!

Sora was pretty effectively scared out of bullying Tetsuo any further, and Tsuki mellowed out a good amount— though he remained mischievous, but that was pretty standard for him.

The blue tint of Tetsuo's skin would fade only some months later as he grew out of his Hoshigaki traits and into his Hatake blood. This also helped to lessen teasing from the other kids, along with the whole "he's the new clan heir now" thing.

Good for him.

The next day Tetsuo is super pissy and sleep deprived while Tsuki is suspiciously smug and well rested. On the bright side, Tetsuo has officially learned his lesson and will now refuse to let Tsuki ever give anyone anything he's drawn ominous spirals on.

As adults, Tetsuo and Tsuki are... fine, honestly. They're friends, in a way. Might even be counted as close— or as close as you can be, with Tsuki.

The fact that Tsuki got himself permanantly posessed by an Uzu spiral demon on that mission gone wrong in Wave doesn't make things as complicated than you'd think. Tetsuo seems to often land himself in the position of acting as Tsuki (and often times Sora's) handler.

I had a few more things I wanted to draw, but ran out of time. I'll probably just try and draw and post it later. No Sora piercing lore, Daisuke introduction post or full Tetsuo drowning comic for you!!! (Yet)

Umm final thoughts:

Tetsuo is doomed to forever be surrounded by maniacs

Early Konoha oc art pt. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9]

[radawaycunt]

Revenge is a Dish Best Served Bloody

PART ONE: DOG MEAT

Also on AO3

Mini-series masterlist

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem!Bounty Hunter!Reader

WC: 2.3k words

Series Summary: Hunting down your father’s killer – a powerful raider by the name of Axl – you end up being saved from a bad situation by none other than a ghoul. After finding out you have goals in common, you form an uneasy alliance with him, but things get much, much more complicated than that.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, THIS FIC IS 18+, Dead dove: do not eat, canon typical violence, the ghoul being the ghoul, swearing, drug mentions/use (chems), enemies to lovers, eventual smut, blood/gore mentions, sorta dom/sub dynamics, some mentions of cannibalism, angst, some whump, aaaand for now that’s all i can think of but lmk if another tag is needed.

A/N: This is my very first time writing for Cooper Howard/The Ghoul, so I’m still trying to learn how he talks/carries himself. Excited to be writing this little mini series though! :) hope you like <3

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Blood flowed relentlessly toward your head, making the upside-down world blur into a vivid amalgamation of color. The raiders' laughter sounded more like the barking of jackals, coming from all around you, disorienting you further.

As you fought to stay conscious, your muscles strained against the ropes that held you up, the rough material biting into your skin. Your head was hovering just a few inches away from the surface of murky, radioactive water. You could feel more than see something lurking in its depths, hungry, waiting for the right time to strike.

And you? You were the bait to lure it out.

Where had it all gone wrong, exactly?

Well, perhaps it had started with you being so overly confident. Sure, you had learned more than a few dirty tricks in your years as a bounty hunter – having to keep yourself both fed and alive while you completed your actual mission – but that didn’t mean you could fight off a large group of brawny, ruthless raiders all by yourself.

At the very least, you’d managed to kill one of them and injure another with your crossbow before you were rewarded with a strike across your face. Bright white stars ignited in your vision as you were quickly subdued and strung upside down from the rusted arm of a broken crane.

The worst part was, you’d barely had time to ask any of the questions you’d wanted to ask. You supposed you’d never been a great interrogator, anyway, but that was something to concern yourself with another time; If there even was another time.

“Come on, where’s the fucking gulper? We don’t have all fucking day here,” one of the raiders, a big-headed bald man, gruffed.

Another one of them, scrawnier and rat-like, let out an amused grunt. “Heh, should’ve just chopped her up and sold her as dog meat.”

“Still time for that, if it doesn’t come,” the bald one said. “Think we should lower her more? If her head’s underwater, she’ll thrash around and maybe get the gulper's attention.”

At this, panic flared within you once more. You tried moving your wrists, legs kicking more and more urgently. The raiders laughed again at your rendition of the gallowdance. Your head felt like it was on fire, dangerously nearing an explosion.

Distantly, you heard the creak of metal as the rope that held you aloft was adjusted. Your body jerked as it began to descend, the crown of your head now submerged. Your mind raced as you tried to find ways to save yourself, but it was getting harder and harder to think. You wanted to scream, but you were only able to make a weak, gurgling sound.

There was a loud splash, entirely too close for comfort. Jeering from the raiders as they prepared for a gruesome show. You began to accept your fate, dismay over your failure to complete your life’s mission greater than your fear of death.

But suddenly, you heard various gunshots in rapid succession. It’s a fucking ghoul! somebody shouted frantically. The confused screams of the raiders followed along with some answering shots. The heavy thump of bodies collapsing, one by one.

It was silent for a moment, except for a breeze settling the dust and your heartbeat pounding in your head like a drum. Then there was the soft clink of spurs as someone approached you, an old pair of cowboy boots appearing in your vision.

You tried craning your neck to get a better view of your supposed savior. You could barely see his face, the sun haloing his head like a saint’s. But there are no angels in the wasteland, you thought deliriously, only roaming devils searching for carrion to pick on.

His voice was low and raspy, with a southern drawl that was almost soothing, in a strange way. “Well, well… Ain’tcha just the prettiest hunk of meat I ever did see?”

A shuddery gasp escaped your throat as you felt the rope loosen a little more, fully submerging your head. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as you were swallowed by darkness, immediately unconscious.

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“See that there?” your father whispered, pointing up at a cluster of stars. “That’s the big dipper. And just below its tail is the little dipper. Do you see ‘em?”

You nodded, awed by the simple, ephemeral beauty of a still night sky. Your father’s soothing presence, his patient teachings, the world not so horrible when seen through his eyes.

“Like us,” you said with a smile. “Always together.”

His smile was sad then. You couldn’t remember it being that way, but memories tended to warp over time, didn’t they?

“Yes, sweetie. Always together,” he said, trying to sound as promising as possible. “But if we ever separated, for whatever reason, remember that you can look up at the sky at night, and you will always find us there.”

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You woke up sputtering, thinking you were still underwater. Your stomach lurched violently and your body twisted onto your hands and knees, retching. Spewing bile as yellow as the RadAway you found yourself hooked onto. Panting with both exertion and disorientation, searing pain lancing through your skull.

It was close to sunset, the sky beginning to burn orange and gold, the atmosphere cooler. You were still at the quarry where you’d first encountered the raiders, but you were a safe distance away from the water.

You could smell and hear a small campfire nearby. Felt a presence behind you, a heavy gaze fixed on you.

“You must be all kinds of stupid, huh? Chargin’ into that battlefield of your own makin’, not even a hint of backup around to help.” The ghoul shook his head with amusement. “Then again, you must’ve been lookin’ for a guaranteed death… So which is it, suicidal or stupid?”

You spat on the dirt and roughly wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, glaring at him. If you knew one thing, it was to avoid ghouls as best as you could. Coming across one from time to time was inevitable, but you’d never in your wildest dreams thought you’d be saved by one. Or that you would still be in one piece in his presence.

At least he wasn’t worse for wear, and nowhere near feral. He was missing his nose, as all ghouls did, and his skin was leathery and burnt. His features were skeletal, shadowed under the wide brim of his hat. Otherwise… he wasn’t unbearable to look at.

“No? Y’ain’t gonna tell me?” he said, the curiosity in your stare not unnoticed by him. His eyes roamed over you in return. “Gotta be honest, I was real tempted to take a bite earlier, but I never really took a liking to dog meat.”

He chuckled and your frown only deepened, hatred and rage alight in your eyes. You tried to scoot further away, but it was then you noticed a rope was tied around one of your ankles, the other end of it under the ghoul’s boot.

“What do you want with me, ghoul?” You croaked, your throat scratchy and raw from the stomach acid.

“Well, that ain’t very grateful of you, sweetheart. I saved your skin back there,” he clicked his tongue in disappointment, unholstering his pistol. “I could’ve been just as unmerciful as those raiders, if not more.”

You swallowed hard at the imagery, but you didn’t let your dread show. “And why weren’t you?”

He leaned forward, barrel lazily pointed at you. His eyes narrowed expectantly, and you realized he truly wanted to hear some gratitude from you before continuing.

Stubbornly, you clenched your jaw shut and continued to glare. He looked off into the horizon, noticing how quickly the light was waning.

“Think you’d fare any better when the fiends come out to play? Or some super mutant?” He mused, his tone bored. “I ain’t got a whole lot of time here.”

After the day you had, you didn’t really want to take those chances.

The words crawled up your throat like a second wave of acid, scalding your tongue as you uttered them. “Thank you… for saving me.”

“Now there’s a well mannered girl. Knew you had it in ya,” he said with a roguish grin. “Y’know that means you owe me one, don’tcha?”

You dipped your chin in confirmation, hating that you couldn’t argue with him on that one. Not many — if anyone at all — were spared the wasteland, so this was not something to be taken lightly. Especially not while already being tied to him, with virtually zero chances of escaping alive.

“But I ain’t gonna cash in that favor now, so don’t worry your pretty lil head ‘bout it,” he continued, but you didn’t feel at all eased by that statement. “I do wanna know somethin’ though… just what on earth possessed you to follow those men?”

You blinked at him in both surprise and confusion. How did he know that?

“See, I’d been trailing that group of shitheads for a few days. Was after that big headed fella, the leader, Tiberius,” He waved his gun around dismissively, like that part of the story was irrelevant. “But then, I noticed they had another shadow behind them — A quiet lil mousey jus’ like yourself.”

You shrugged one shoulder, unsure of how much truth you should actually give him. “I was looking for some information.”

“What’s that?” He spoke up, cupping his hand over his ear. “What you mumblin’ for? C’mere so I can hear you better.”

With that, he stood up, yanking the rope with more force than was necessary. Your back hit the ground, dust and rocks scraping your skin as you were pulled towards his feet. Trying to stop yourself with your hands only ripped up your palms, so you went slack on the last tug towards him.

He tilted his head to one side as he observed you, a flash of teeth that showed his continued amusement.

“Much better. Now what was that you were sayin’, darlin’?”

You bared your teeth in return, internally fuming. “I said I was looking for some goddamn information.”

He gave you a mocking pout. “Aw, sweetheart… fella wasn’t as forthcomin’ as ya thought, was he?”

“Fuck you,” you spat before you could stop yourself.

“There’ll be time enough for that,” he chuckled, settling his boot on your hipbone. “But first, what kind of information were you tryin’a get?”

“Why do you care? The fuck’s it to you?”

The barrel of his gun was pointed at you once more in warning, right between your eyes. His boot pressed down on your hip until you squeaked, knowing it would bruise.

“His brother… Axl,” you panted, gripping his boot in a futile attempt to get it off you. “I need to - I need to find him.”

He let out a long, low whistle. “Axl, huh? Now I know you really got a death wish, and you’re just stupid to boot.”

“You wouldn’t get it, ghoul,” you said through gritted teeth. “I don’t expect you to know anything about losing someone you love.”

He tensed then, hand trembling for just the briefest second. His features hardened, chapped lips thinning into a flat, angry line.

He lifted his boot only to land a harsh kick to your ribs, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Again, you felt like hurling, coughing violently instead.

“Oh, I know a whole lot more than you think, smoothie,” he said, going silent for a moment as he seemed to think. “Why you lookin’ for Axl? I can jus’ take care of you right ‘ere if you want to die so badly.”

“I’m going to kill him, with my own fucking hands,” you growled, too spent to beat around the bush any longer. “He-he killed my father last year.”

The briefest moment of stunned silence before the ghoul burst out laughing.

“Ain’t that somethin’. You? Takin’ out the big bad raider all by yourself? Now I’ve heard it all,” he shook his head once again. “You’re a spunky little gal, I’ll give ya that much.”

“It’s the law of the wasteland,” you said. “He owes me.”

He crouched next to you, his interest fully piqued. One side of his mouth was pulled up in a sly grin, his gaze held by yours.

“Tell ya what, I myself got some business to attend to with our dear friend Axl, and I just so happen to know where the fucker likes to hide out,” he said, enjoying the sparkle igniting in your eye — that thirst for revenge, for blood.

“Please,” was the only thing you could say, breathless, gripping his tattered coat. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything, huh?” His tongue ran over his teeth pensively. “Well, seeing as you owe me a favor, I was just gonna take you along with me. Easier that way for you to repay me.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, not wanting to stay on the ground. Your heads were much closer, but you tried your hardest not to let it get to you.

“What business do you have with him?” You asked warily.

“That ain’t none of your concern, darlin’,” he said, removing the rope from around your ankle to bind your wrists together. “Trust me or not, y’ain’t got no choice but to come with me. Now get up, gotta find ourselves a place to hole up in for the night.”

Painstakingly, you stood up, grunting with both pain and the exhaustion that suddenly crashed into you. As soon as you were on your feet, he tugged you forward, not waiting a moment longer before starting to walk.

“If things go tits up, well… Least I got myself a little snack for the road,” he said over his shoulder with a wink.

“I thought you said you didn’t eat dog meat.”

“Heh, well, you’re starting to prove to be a little more useful than that. But we’ll see about the taste.”

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[potato-frenzy]

Strongly considering writing this Jayvik AU that has rather taken on a life of it's own in my head. I call it the Teen Pregnancy AU, on account of it involves Jayce meeting Viktor when they're sixteen and seventeen respectively and promptly knocking him up.

There's some variations on it, there's the biblically accurate one that that i haven't fully worked out the logistics of. But the one I most often think about is the version where Viktor was found by Vander after running away from Singed. Immediately brought home to a very confused Silco and they start their parenting journey much sooner.

Anyway, basically Jayce gets talk into going into the undercity by some shithead classmates because they serve you regardless of age if you have coin. Vander is watering down bozos drinks but they get rowdy anyway and Jayce breaks it up. That gets Vander's respect and he gives him the good stuff as a nod. So Jayce is tipsy when he sees Viktor doing some busy work across the bar. He marches his awkward ass over and asks to kiss him before he's even gotten a name and Viktor is too charmed by this beautiful boy to say no. Viktor drags his ass up to Vander's office and they end up screwing like bunnies before Jayce is badgered into going home by his 'friends'.

Viktor thinks little of the encounter save for it being a great lay despite the alcohol. That is until he's puking his guts out at all hours of the day almost two months later for no reason. And he doesn't think deeply about it because he's usually getting sick but food starts to smell/taste weird and the crying fits start. Vi and Powder are around seven and four at this point so Vander and Silco know a thing or two about small children and pregnant people. Their trans son is struggling though so they discuss options and Viktor decides to keep it, despite knowing how hard it'll be.

The pregnancy is hell and probably accelerates some underlying medical complications but he manages to have an otherwise healthy baby girl. Healthy apart from being born blind. Viktor pushes through, determined to make a good life for his daughter. He names her Ninati and she's a few months old when he gets into the academy. Vander makes sure there's enough community around Viktor to make sure he can pursue his path. If anyone can climb out on brains alone it's his twiggy genius.

And Viktor does it, he gets through school and establishes himself in Piltover. He has an apartment and childcare figured out by the time the day of ash happens. He's twenty and has to find out that one of his parents is missing and the girls who were basically his sisters are now orphaned and under Vander's care. Viktor considers quitting and moving back to help but Vander tells him to stay where he is because he's got a chance up there.

It's five years of raising his daughter, all the challenges a disabled child on top of your own disability. Occasionally crossing the bridge to bring some spare groceries and treats for the kids. Who now number four instead of just two. It may be unsatisfying and nothing close to the path he was aiming for when it came to being a scientist.

But one day Heimerdinger tells him there's been an explosion and he gives him a list to supervise the removal of dangerous materials. So he goes, thinking it'll be a late night but not a hard one. And then he walks into that workshop and sees the father of his child is the one responsible and concussed. He stays professional and tries not to let some old feelings come creeping in. Of course all that is quickly unimportant when he sees the theorems written on the bored and the wild equipment scattered around.

He's intrigued and drawn to this man for reasons now wholly unconnected to the seven year old that he had asked a colleague to watch for him. He watches the trial, curiosity growing by the moment, he looks at the man's notes and is captivated.

Viktor stays calm and collected the whole evening, through talking Jayce off that ledge and the poor man finally recognizing him. The hours they spend on the theory, working out the kinks, he doesn't bring up that they have a child. Jayce does comment on the bedroom line when they break into the office and he can't deny the attraction is still there.

They make magic. Actual magic and they're promised a chance to prove that this technology is worth the risk. Viktor's cane was used to barricade the door so he asks Jayce to help him get home. They're riding high on adrenaline and success and Viktor invites him inside. The colleague is sent home and promised muffins for the trouble.

Jayce is confused about that, he was so swept up the whole evening. The most beautiful boy he's ever seen sweeping back into his life after eight years to prove his theories work like a goddamn miracle. When Viktor invited him in, he was expecting a drink and an opportunity to make good on what he promised himself he'd do for years. When Viktor beckons him into a darkened bedroom and shown a sleeping child, he's taken aback. He thinks something completely different until Viktor says she's theirs. Her name is Ninati.

Jayce is shell shocked and barely registers Viktor saying that he is not required to be a parent to her if he is not willing and that they need to establish some boundaries for their partnership going forward. Jayce practically pounces on Viktor, telling him that there's no way he's gonna be a deadbeat now that he has the man of his dreams in his arms. They end up quietly screwing in Viktor's room and in the morning Jayce gets introduced to his daughter properly.

The seven year time skip is pretty nebulous but I know a few beats, one of which is them being sort of co-parents with benefits for a few months because they're shit at talking about feelings. And then Jayce proposes out of the blue in a park one day and Viktor is exasperated but says yes. They get married and sometime after try and fail to have another baby. So in Act II, they have a fourteen year old daughter who is as much their pride as Hextech and the events therein become much more tragic.

I still need to work out how Vander's death and Silco's takeover effect Viktor in this instance because he's their fucking kid too. But yeah, this is THE AU in my brain currently.

[nthspecialll]

Bill Williamson "being an asshole"

I hear quite a lot of people saying that they do not like Bill because he is an asshole but I actually don't think it is that true. Some of the points I am gonna run through are going to be shortened but I will link to longer explanations.

Let's drop directly into the one I hear the most "Bill is responsible for Sean's death," yes and no, but mostly no. A lot of people use the argument "how could Bill not see it was a trap?" however I think we forget it wasn't just him who couldn't. Micah, Bill, heck even Dutch could not see it, it is also mentioned around Lenny and Karen while they ride to Valentine, and they don't mention a problem with it either, actually, the only two characters who shows any concern are Sean and Arthur and yet they both go along with it anyways because they think they can handle it.

Quite a lot of times we see characters going on risky jobs even though it might not turn out well, including Arthur and Hosea going to the Braithewaite manor, which was literally turning up two people to a massive family with something they stole from them, but they do it anyways because they think they can handle it, and for the majority of the time they can. A job going wrong, a risky job, going wrong is not new, but as Bill points out "when you mess up it is just one of those things, but when I do it I am an idiot."

One of the many reasons why Bill is being called an idiot by many is because of the dynamite in chapter one that didn't go off, but a surprising amount of people forget that !!Arthur!! set that charge and even admit it! It is even stated other places that Bill is an explosives expert, now imagine some amature comes along, asks if you want help, you give them a simple task, they mess it up and now everyone blames you for the one thing they previously respected you for.

There are a lot of the others reason why he is being called an idiot in camp, but it is more complicated.

Bill is very eager to please, and that is not anyone, but Dutch, Bill owes Dutch everything. Bill got thrown out of the army for being homosexual and lost himself completely, completely lost faith in himself, completely lost confidence in himself, became the man he said he would never become, but Dutch saved him, pulled him out of that hole and gave him everything, just like Dutch gave Javier or Lenny everything they could dream of.

That said, Dutch does not replicate, he likes Bill, he trusts Bill, but he doesn't value Bill half as much as some of the others which weighs Bill down quite a lot. Bill also works hard for the gang, being of the gang members present at most jobs, six-point cabin, Valentine bank robbery, coach robbing, security job and so forth, he mentions it himself, while Arthur is out, so is he. He most likely does just as much coach robbing and stealing as we do.

The difference between Arthur and Bill though is that while they work about as much, Bill does not get the same recognition from the others, especially Dutch, whom he worships, this leads to a lot of jealousy and a feeling of unjustness. This is displayed as fustrated anger and snarking comments as well as the "when you mess up it is just one of those things, but when I do it I am an idiot," but also more visibly when he drunkenly speaks to John and says "everyone thinks you are Dutch's pet" - "or at least I do." He is jealous that those two have such a long leash and no consequences, yet a small mistake from him and he will never hear the end of it.

For seven entire years Bill tried to please Dutch but was only ever made fun of.

In chapter four if you meet Sonny (if you don't know who that is, be glad) Bill will come up and say "he seemed to know all about you!" a lot of people see this as Bill making fun of Arthur's sa, but taking in historical context and the dynamic between Bill and Arthur, that does not make sense, rather it sounds like Bill thinks Arthur had a consensual homosexual hookup and Bill sees a chance to bully Arthur with the very thing Arthur bullies him for. (A link to further explanation)

Then we have one of the reasons why I am not too fond of him and that while I can explain will not excuse, his abuse of Kieran. Now we are going back to the homosexuality because while this is a progressive gang, this is not a homosexual accepting gang, they bully him quite a lot and that isolates him quite a bit. Suddenly he finds a person in camp who he likes, but he doesn't know how to approach. The fustrations of being alone, as well as the lack of "protection" Kieran has, leads to these unfortunate events of him trying to flirt and show affection but not knowing how to. (Wonderful explanation)

I also see some comments on his general racism against Lenny and Javier (which he btw only does when drunk, otherwise he knows to keep his thoughts to himself), and this is very simple to explain. Bill is a man in 1899. That is it. We sometimes forget that people in 1899 were not like Dutch, they were not like Arthur, people in 1899 were racist. Finding an Arthur would be like finding a needle in a haystack, finding a Bill would be finding a haystraw in a haystack. Does that excuse it? No, but it explains it. (Edit; I have looked deeper into Bill's racism and realised it is not this easy, link to explaination here)

A Reddit post called "why I hate Bill Willimason" that I am using right now also mentions how he didn't get any leads at the majors party "because he is a massive idiot and struggles to fit in or get anyone to continue talking to him. Why on Earth was he even brought along to this event?" Because he wanted to, because he wanted to impress Dutch. Again, Bill feels in debt to Dutch, he looks up to Dutch and to some degree Hosea as well. Most likely it was only meant to be Dutch, Hosea and Arthur who went to the ball, but Bill valuneteered as well.

We hear how excited Sean is about going out with Charles, Arthur and John, saying "me and the big cheeses, love it!" This was most likely Bill's "big cheeses," he is used to going on jobs with Charles and John, but Dutch and Hosea? The important ones? That is special to him and he wanted to prove that he could do something, that he was worth something but he failed, why? Because he is not used to people, because he struggles fitting in, when you follow him around at the party you can hear him awkwardly trying to start a convosation but people judge him and ignore him. He is trying but the others are rejecting him.

I have also found this lovely sentence in the post: "Him not giving a damn about Lenny's death and never actually addressing it in the entire game reflects what a piece of trash he is." Bill Williamson grew up as a boy in the 1800, he was taught from childhood that showing emotion means he is weak, something physically beat into him in the military, and the fact that he is gay makes it even worse. Bill being gay, something seen as weak, makes him try to make up for it, he is not going to show a lot of emotion. It is not just Lenny who's death he doesn't comment on, and it is exactly because of this.

Then the redditor goes on to compare Micah and Bill and how they are both terrible but comes with this sentence: "The difference between them is that Bill is supposed to be one of the senior and more trusted gang members." But the thing this lovely person fails to acknowledge is that Bill is not given that seniority, he sleeps together with Lenny who says he "sleeps with the juniours" (even though he sleeps with Hosea? But point either way), Dutch mocks him by saying "yeah what about you Bill?" None of the other takes him seriously and he is talked down to.

Lastly there is the whole he sided with Dutch and he acused John of being the rat. Yeah, he sided with Dutch because Dutch is a god to him, Dutch is his savior, his everything and Bill trusts him, the idea of John being the rat itself was Dutch's idea that Bill just adopted. Now that said, he not completely blinded as some might think, as soon as the Pinkerton's show up in the end Javier and Bill are gone. You can use the camera to search all around camp and while Micah, Joe, Cleet and Dutch are very easy to find, Javier and Bill are not, you cannot find them. Most likely they ran away as soon as it started because they knew that the revenge was stupid and pointless and saw their own surivial more important, not to mention the clear, at least, annoyance that Bill has with Dutch in rdr1.

I am not going to go into talk about rdr1 because there he is a proper asshole, but rdr2 Bill is very defendable and I really dislike people just slapping the label "asshole" on him and calling it a day without looking deeper into who he is and why he does what he does.

Another not so fun fact, Bill's father was an alcoholist who lost his mind due to it, Bill hated it, hated all of it and his biggest fear was ending up like him... I don't think Bill ever liked himself for drinking.

(This is not a defending post and you can absolutely hate Bill if you want, this is an EXPLAINING post to make people understand him and his choices better)

[b3stial3]

MOTOGP AU ⚔️🗡

I clarify that it is a fictitious AU, if the stories of "action" fantasis and mutants consider it "childish" pls not criticize

In this au (alternate universe)No pilot is a pilot, they are all creatures that at birth are a kind of "mutants", some more powerful than others, Others have gained their power through very powerful objects or weapons

Intro

The world is divided into two sides, each side has its members, and they follow the orders of a leader, but before, everything was at peace until the murder of King Lorenzo, who, upon dying, He left his son very hurt, swearing revenge for his death and declaring war to everyone who was against his late father, especially the person he believes ended his life

We start with the characters!!

"El Diablo" his power consists of just touching you, controlling your mind, immersing you in a dream in which you will experience all the pain and punishment of your sins

He is from the blue side, the opposite of Jorge, who is a soldier, coming from a family that was captured by Lorenzo's side, he looks for his parents and rescues them

"Wolf" His power is basically to transform into a wolf, in his natural appearance he retains things of his appearance, such as his tail or his claws, he is very agile and fast, But he lacks reflexes, which makes it quite difficult for him when fighting

Nobody knows where he came from, but he joined the blue squadron, he is a great member, he is usually used more when spying or sneaking into places, his agility helps him a lot when stealing/spying/hide

"Bestia" His power is to transform into a huge, strong and uncontrolled beast, he does not know how to control his power, his power depends on his mood, which makes him very unstable, but he is a good soldier, Without his transformation, he has sharp fangs and black fingers

He was one of the first members, he was found by the head of the blue squadron when he was just a baby, it is said that he killed his family, since his species quickly disappeared, but the fame of his species was to mistreat their children, He is loyal to the boss, and is always he is willing to follow his boss's orders

"Ant" His power is based on super strength, capable of lifting trucks, and being able to adjust his size at will, unless he gets scared, which can make him become either very big or very small

His most loyal soldier, head of the blue squadron, was saved by him from execution, since people considered him too unstable and dangerous, he swore to protect Pedrosa, Being named one of the heads of the young squads, he is someone cheerful but, people think he has no feelings, since he rarely shows fear, sadness or anger

"The little samurai" The head of the blue squadron, his power is really complicated, since in itself, he is a simple healer, but on a mission, and with the death of the bearer of the sacred sword, He was named a samurai, granting him the power of the sword by order of the late sword bearer, but not everything went well, since the sword is too powerful, which, if Pedrosa tries to use all its power, the power will end up consuming he little by little, generating corruption in his body, causing his body to slowly turn blue, thing that could kill

"Martinator" He is half robot, as a child he suffered a huge explosion in his house, which killed his parents and part of his body, which was replaced by pieces. He is very fast, and his arms contain different sources of power

He was found by King Lorenzo's son, who rebuilt him as if he were a robot, but conscious, so he joined him, He defends Lorenzo at all costs, always being the first to go into battle if necessary

"The Scorpion" His power is composed of his saliva, it is so poisonous that it is deadly, his teeth always contain some blood, which, the more it stings, the more it corrupts, his red eyes will only be visible when he feel a victim nearby

He is from the squadron of King Lorenzo's son, since he was sold by his parents, he searches for his sister, but is unable to escape, he is a very important member, and, like martinator, If there is a fight, he will be the first to go.

"The Spartan" The son of the late king. Jorge Lorenzo is the leader of the red squadron, his power is complicated, he can summon armor at will, which his weapons are a shield and a very heavy hammer, which only he can lift

After his father's death, seeing Pedrosa, his childhood friend and servant there, standing next to him, he guessed who it was that killed his father, filling the heart of a sweet and shy child, with hatred, Vowing to one day end the life of the man who killed his father declaring and starting a great war with the motto "you took my parents from me, I will now take your life"

"The fox" His power is based on stealing powers from others, just by touching a piece of your skin, he will have your power instantly

He is just looking for his brother, who disappeared. Everyone told him that he was dead, that he was murdered, but he still doesn't believe any of that, and he knows for sure that someone kidnapped him

"Calculator" His power is based on reading your mind in seconds, being able to read your mind before you have finished your thought

He is not on any side, but he was robbed by "Martinator" in a bet which he lost because he could not read his mind, now, he only seeks revenge

[ellegaardfan27]

What is one character that you think should get more attention in any media?

ive gotta say. ellegaard mcsm. and by extension, magnus mcsm as well. im sorry anon i know you said just one character but they are a package deal they parallel eachother so much its really just impossible to have one without the other. a lot of people really just only care about ivor and soren when ellegaard and magnus are just such interesting and complicated characters (and when people DO care about them they tend to mischaracterize them so bad ... it pains me /silly)

ellegaard and magnus are complete and total opposites, yet manage to be so alike at the same time. ellegaard is put-together and calculating. she's intelligent, and she knows it. as a person, she's extremely judgemental, and has incredibly high standards for everyone around her, herself included. she's very withdrawn emotionally, she doesn't tend to let people stick around for long (as is implied by how she goes through assistants so quickly), and her opinions of you can sour in an instant if you make one wrong move -- for example, how olivia fainting in front of her made ellegaard view her.

ellegaard is also selfish, and stubborn. she refuses to drop the command block project, even when jesse and olivia beg for her to leave and help them. however, as soon as the witherstorm attacks redstonia, she shows zero care for the people there, only focusing on getting herself, olivia, jesse, and reuben to the portal. she doesn't even think one bit about the people of redstonia that are in danger, she doesn't try to evacuate anyone, she doesn't even comment on the fact that her people are being abducted and killed. she is focused entirely on herself.

magnus, on the other hand, is impulsive, and obnoxious; but while yes, he's just as stuck up and self-absorbed as ellegaard is, talking down to the citizens of boom town and even Spitting On Their Heads (which yes they allow him to do that. that is an actual thing), he shows a lot more care for the people around him beneath his rough exterior (however he is still a huge asshole do not get me wrong he is a DIIIICCKKKK). when boom town is attacked, he's extremely distressed, and tries to go after the witherstorm at first before being dragged off by jesse. compared to how ellegaard views olivia, he also views axel in much higher regards, even if axel takes over his kingdom.

the two, of course, hate eachother. they can't stand being in the same room without getting into a fight, much to the group's dismay -- but, yet, they both are shown to care deeply about eachother. when one dies, the other is shown to be extremely affected by their death; they approach to say something, anything, as the other goes limp in soren's arms, but by the time they even step forwards, they're already gone.

their demeanor when talking about the other after their passing changes drastically; and in a way that also showcases their parallels from before. magnus drops the shit talk almost entirely, reminiscing fondly about ellegaard after she's gone, while ellegaard continues to insult magnus -- however, now in a teasing and fond context.

if the group saves petra first, the two run off with axel to distract the wtherstorms once the group all separates. somewhere along the line, reality fully sets in, especially once the two are attacked by one of the storms. and so, whoever is left alive between magnus and ellegaard runs off to fight the storm; telling axel they had to make up for the mistakes of the past.

mistakes of the past could be many things. lying about the ender dragon, letting the order fall apart, being too scared and selfish to do anything about the witherstorm the first time. how cold the two had been to eachother. how they wish they hadn't spent the short reunion, the small amount of time they had left together fighting and hating eachother.

the two complete eachother, down to their specialties; redstone and griefing. you can't create traps and explosives without some sort of redstone wiring, you can't have a machine without destruction being inevitable in the end. oddly fitting.

sorry for the long ramble anon i have mcsm autism. thank you so much for the ask i love talking

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 6 - Bakugou is bad at feelings.

Summary: Katsuki calls a “Bakusquad SOS meeting” after freaking out about Y/N’s constant moping. The Menace gets ready for her rehabilitation week but shit goes sideways.

Well… at least she’s not alone.

Warnings: Swear words, descriptions of not being able to move, Bakusquad asks some questions about sex.

First Chapter Master List

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“Bakugou, why are we here.” Mina sighs as she tries to find a comfortable position. “And why do we need to do this in your meeting room?! What is this, even?!”

“You said I can always count on the stupid Bakusquad when I’m in need. I am in fucking need you pink idiot.”

Bakugou… assembled a meeting. By himself. With the Bakusquad. I know, it’s a shocker; but he is fucking desperate.

It has been a few days since the whole making out shenanigan and Katsuki can’t even look into the Menace’s eyes properly. He’s not avoiding his girlfriend per se; he says hello and goodbye, he brings her lunch and smiles when she eats it; but he might have a little issue with the whole intimacy thing… it’s just a bit much right now, okay?

He can make up for the lack of intimacy with other kind of things like acts of service or gifts or words of affirmation, at least that’s what his therapist told him.

Well…

His therapist is full of shit, because that was apparently the wrong thing to do because the Menace is fucking depressed now.

“You haven’t messaged us for months, Bakubro.” Sero adds helpfully. Well, no shit.

“Yet here you fucking are, Tape face.” Katsuki retorts. “If you don’t want to be here, there’s the fucking door.” Katsuki yells and… fuck, he can’t do this. “You know what? Meeting dismissed. See you all at your fucking funerals.”

“Hey, hey, let’s calm down for a minute, okay there, bro?” Kirishima stands up and comes around the table to give Katsuki’s shoulders a few calming taps. “We are all here for you, Katsuki, my man. The squad just misses you. It’s a normal thing to feel sad when your favorite bro cancels on you three months in a row.”

“Why the fuck are relationships so fucking complicated!” Katsuki slams his smoking fists on the table.

“Okay bro, talk to us. It’s fine. You are fine. We are all fine. Sorry for interrupting.” Mina sighs.

This is not going well.

“Sorry we’re late!” Deku and Half and half bastard barges in through the door, panting heavily.

“Hey.” Halfie mumbles. Katsuki rolls his eyes.

Why did he call the two to this meeting? Well, definitely not for advice; those two are the stupidest when it comes to relationships, but since Katsuki’s terrible quirk accident, he’s been trying to be a bit kinder to those two. When he was quirked by this villain called Anguish he’s been told off by baby Deku for all the terrible things he’s done to him and well… he feels terrible about it. So here they are. Yeah.

“My fucking girlfriend is depressed. I need some advice. Tell me what to do or whatever.” Katsuki sits down, defeated.

Half of the gang screams and there are so many questions flying around Katsuki can’t even comprehend a single one of them.

“Guys, let’s calm down and ask questions one by one.” Kirishima speaks up and fuck, Katsuki is so fucking thankful for his best friend right now. “Sero, you start.”

“You have a girlfriend?! Like an actual human being with feelings and stuff?”

“No, I’m dating a fucking blow up doll, Tape Face, honestly.”

“Is she fucked up in the head or something?” Mina mutters; Katsuki makes sure she won’t ask stupid questions again by sending an explosion to her face.

“That was really mean, Mina. I think I know who Kacchan’s girlfriend is and she’s an amazing person and Kacchan loves her very much. Kacchan almost lost his mind when she was gone due to a quirk for a day. She also jumped in front of Kacchan to save him that day.” Izuku reprimands.

“Actually, it’s not her.” Katsuki says with a shit eating smirk. Izuku pales completely.

“I… I’m so sorry Kacchan, I shouldn’t have made assumptions, I just… you two would be a really nice couple and you both care about each other and…” He starts to mumble, ashamed of himself and Katsuki can’t help but laugh at that.

“I’m just joking, Izuku, calm your tits. Of course it’s her.”

“Kacchan called me Izuku and joked with me.” He pales again, dumbfounded. “Oh my god… Kacchan!” Izuku jumps up from the chair, crying a river on the way to Katsuki’s seat. He jumps into Katsuki’s lap, his arms snaking around his shoulders as he cries.

“Jesus, nerd.” Katsuki sighs; he really wants to choke his past self for being an absolute ass to this annoying little prick. He can feel his fucking love overflowing after repressing it for so long. He can also smell smoke coming from Todoroki’s direction. “Go back to your seat before your boyfriend burns me alive.” Katsuki whispers into the green nerd’s ear who moves back to his seat begrudgingly; Todoroki is half frozen and half burning by the time he gets back.

“So everyone fucking knows about this girl but me, great.” Mina sighs, offended.

“Well, you literally just questioned his girlfriend’s mental well-being for dating him, I don’t think you have any rights to be offended.” For Katsuki’s surprise, it was Todoroki who called her out. How did he not realize how good his friends are? Katsuki wants to cry.

“Fair.”

“So Kacchan… uhm… what do you guys do in your free time?” Izuku asks first.

“Our free time? We see each other all day, she’s my assistant, you fucking know that.” Katsuki retorts, confused.

“Like, where do you go on dates? How often?” Kaminari tries to help.

“Dates? We don’t… date? We went to see the old hag the other day, does that count?”

There is a tiny “aww” coming from Mina. Okay, that’s good.

“Oh, so you guys just go to your place and hang out after work?” Sero jumps in.

“We are together the whole day so we don’t do any of that?”

The whole gang goes silent. Like, dead silent. Okay, what the fuck?

“So you guys do all the romance stuff in your office?! That’s nasty!” Mina makes a disgusted face.

“Fuck no, we… don’t do that kind of stuff in the office. No. Well, there was that one time we almost did but that was an accident.” Katsuki mutters, embarrassed. He feels like he’s missing something here.

“Wait…” Kaminari speaks up again. “So how often do you kiss her? And sorry to be so straightforward but… how often do you guys have sex?” The whole gang nods approvingly at that. What the…?!

“I kissed her a few days ago? We don’t do sex… yet. We hug… sometimes. I bring her coffee every day.” Katsuki says the last sentence proudly. The whole gang gawks, even Eijirou.

“Katsuki, what the hell, man?! You see Y/N every single day and you don’t even kiss her goodbye?” Eijirou shoves him angrily. Katsuki has no idea what he’s done wrong.

“Are you sure you like her that way, Katsuki?” Sero asks with actually worry in his eyes.

“What the fuck, yes, I fucking do. I fucking LOVE her ass! I wouldn’t be dating her otherwise! Am I really that fucking bad at this?!” Katsuki yells and his words are met with silence.

“Bro, she really fucking loves you if she haven’t broken up with you yet. This is really bad. Like, super-duper bad. I once forgot to give Kyouka a good night kiss and I had to sleep on the sofa then she broke up with me the next day.” Kaminari retorts, his voice deep and quiet like he’s telling a horror story.

“Okay that’s a bit dramatic, but yes Katsuki, you need to change your behavior really soon.” Mina reprimands.

“Ladies need love and affection, Katsuki. You need to cherish them, show them your vulnerable side, be open for anything any time. Even when you are busy, make sure to smile at her.” Sero adds helpfully.

“Hello kisses and goodbye kisses are really important as well, Kacchan. Otherwise, just touch them when you feel like you want to. And always reciprocate her touches. Always.“

“Yes, otherwise she’ll think you don’t like her anymore. And she will cry. There’ll be so many tears, Katsuki, so many… it never stops. It’s terrible.” Shouto adds with a shaky voice. Izuku grabs Shouto’s hands on the table in a soothing manner.

“I think that’s just me, Shouto. Y/N wouldn’t cry so much. She would probably just mope around and cry at home where no one sees.” Izuku says and that’s when it hits Katsuki; he really-really fucked this up.

“She’s moping around so much and I swear her eyes were red the other day. Fuck I need to fix this… oh my god, how do I fix this?!” Katsuki yells, panicked. No, his hands are not shaking, his muscles are just… spasming. Shut the fuck up.

“You really love her, don’t you?” Mina gives him a knowing smile, her eyes fond and happy.

“She’s the most badass woman I’ve ever met. She’s so annoyingly perfect, it blows my mind every fucking time. She can even kick my ass in a fight, like what the fuck? I feel all the shitty butterflies and all that jazz. It’s ridiculous. Fuck, I miss her so fucking much when she’s not in.” Katsuki whines. Then Kirishima’s phone makes an annoying sound; it sounds like he sent a message to someone.

“… aaaand, that’s sorted. I recorded your beautiful speech and sent it to her. Now everyone run before Katsuki explodes. Thanks for coming, let’s go for drinks next week, bye!” Kirishima is out of the door before Katsuki has time to comprehend what just happened.

Kirishima will need to call the maintenance again. Some of the windows magically exploded.

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You wake up to a message from Kirishima on this lovely Sunday morning; hero agencies don’t have the weekends off so you are just about to get ready and go in anyway so you are not sure what the message is about; maybe it’s because you had a few days off to get ready for the dreadful week ahead of you? Will he not be in when you arrive and wanted to give you a heads up?

Ahh, you should probably just check it instead of making up stories, but it’s too early for you to give a fuck.

After your first cup of coffee you finally check your phone; you click on the video and there he is, your beautiful boy with a not-so-beautiful frown on his face. Ahh, you miss him.

“She’s the most badass woman I’ve ever met. She’s so annoyingly perfect, it blows my mind every fucking time. She can even kick my ass in a fight, like what the fuck? I feel all the shitty butterflies and all that jazz. It’s ridiculous. Fuck, I miss her so fucking much when she’s not in.”

Okay, that’s not what you expected. Is it edited? It must be. There is no way the big Bakugou Katsuki aka Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight said any of those in front of other people. But wait, these people around him… are these his old friends?! What are they doing in your meeting room? Oh my god, is this the end of world? Another world war?!

Should you cry over the nice words or is this the time to put on your best clothes, so you can die pretty? Does it even matter if it’s the end of the world though? Will anyone find you? Probably not.

With that said, you take out your new favorite hoodie; well, technically it’s Katsuki’s but there no way you’ll give it back, it smells just like him after all. Apparently, the burnt sugar smell stays in his clothing even after washing if he’s used it for long enough. You can’t wait to get your hands on more clothing, you swear his scent is better than the fanciest perfume. You quickly finish your breakfast and make your way to the office; you are only supposed to start around 12 as you finished all your paperwork yesterday so honestly, the only reason your go in is to do your hours and be with your favorite blonde. Mostly… to see your favorite blonde. It’s not like you can see him anywhere else, can you? There is no fucking way you’ll ask him on a date, he would probably scream your head off for being an idiot, even though you are already heartbroken for not being able to see him for a whole week until your medical situation gets sorted. Maybe you should have told him about it… ahh, it’s too late now anyway, the big day is tomorrow and it would be way too sudden for him. Katsuki doesn’t like sudden things.

It will be fine. It will all be fucking fine.

You really need to stop freaking out…

“Good… afternoon? Morning? The fuck is the time? Ahh, it’s noon. Good… noon to you, girlfriend.” Katsuki mumbles as you come through the office door. Okay, something is definitely wrong.

“Are you… quirked or something?” You ask carefully, staring at your blonde companion as he slowly comes closer and closer.

“The fuck are you talking about?!” Katsuki yells. Okay, that’s more like it. “Can I not be… nice to my girlfriend?”

“No, you certainly can. Yeah. It will make me wanna kiss you though.” You grin at him but for your surprise, he doesn’t roll your eyes at you this time.

“Okay.” He murmurs as he stops right in front of you; in one swift move he grabs your hair and pulls you into the hottest kiss the world has ever seen; he tugs, he pulls, he grabs, he nips; you can’t help but whimper into his mouth and he answers with a low grumble as his tongue darts over your lips and barges into your mouth without a warning. Suddenly, he jerks away; you have a strong urge to grab the man and throw him on the sofa and but you decide against it; you don’t want to get into another awkward situation with Kirishima.

“Okay, that’s it for now.” Katsuki mumbles between two pants; he says that and he does indeed starts to walk back to his office desk but he stops midway and runs back to give you another peck. “Now I’m done.” Katsuki says with a red face, looking around the office like he wasn’t the one decorating it.

“Uhm… I got a video from Kirishima. I miss you too when you’re not in. A lot, actually.” You mumble shyly.

“You off from tomorrow?” Katsuki mumbles under his nose.

“For a week, yeah.”

“You know where I live.” Katsuki retorts and you look at him with a confused face. “Come over… when you miss me. Or not. Whatever. I don’t care. No, I do. Care, I mean. Ahh, fuck.” Katsuki continues mumbling then he shuts himself up by coming over for another cheeky kiss. “Fuck, how am I supposed to work like this?!”

Okay, something is not right. Something is definitely not right.

“Like what?” Your voice is full of worry. “Katsuki, what’s going on? You are scaring me! Like, it’s really nice, but it’s not how you usually behave?” You really don’t want to make him mad or make him feel like being so open about his feelings is a bad thing, but at the same time, you don’t want him to force himself to do this for you.

“You were so gloomy the last few days! Then you asked for a week off…” Katsuki rambles. “I still don’t know what I’ve done wrong so I asked the guys and they said I should be happy you didn’t dump me yet… I asked what the fuck should I do then and they said I should just hug you and kiss you whenever I feel like it, so I thought I’ll give it a fucking try but I want to kiss you and hug you every single minute, like what the fuck?! Since when am I the clingy asshole?!” Katsuki yells, ashamed of himself.

That’s it. You love him… So fucking much, it’s actually ridiculous.

“You are so silly, oh my god. I won’t dump you and I’m not mad at you for anything. I had a stressful appointment with my doctor so I was a bit out of it this week. And for your information, I also want to kiss you and hug you every single moment.” You smile at the hero.

“So this is just normal, basic ass lovey-dovey shit?” Katsuki asks with a face of a 5 year old boy who asked about sex for the first time.

“Yeah, just normal, basic ass lovely-dovey shit.” You giggle.

“I still don’t understand, but okay.” Katsuki murmurs, but finally, he manages to smile. “Now don’t look at me and do your work. I need to finish this assignment. Then I’m gonna cuddle the shit out of you.” He pouts and you literally need to hide your mouth to stop yourself from making a high pitched, annoying noise. Since when is Katsuki so cute?! Oh my god, he is absolutely fucking adorable! Look at his little pout and the cute red cheeks and nose and oh my god, even the top of his ears are red?!

“I absolutely fucking adore you, Bakugou Katsuki.” You whisper under your nose.

“What?”

“Nothing. Finish your assignment.”

Damn, you really don’t want to be away from this madman for a whole week. Fuck, you want to stay with him so much.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Menace.”

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It’s the big day today. The day you don’t take your meds in the evening.

Needless to say, you are absolutely freaking out right now; you really want to have someone with you, someone who can hold your hands and tell you to stop being so terrified, but your bestie is out of the country and Katsuki… well, you definitely don’t want your boyfriend of a few weeks to see you like this. Whatever happens when the meds run out is not going to be nice.

The day goes by quite quickly; you do your weekly shopping for food because you probably won’t be able to get out of the house for a whole week, you put water and snacks all over the place in case shit goes terribly wrong and you can’t make it to the kitchen; you are absolutely ready for everything and now all you need to do is to wait it out. You still have a few hours to spare before the inevitable though so you decide to send Katsuki a message about something totally random, because you miss his grumpy ass. It only takes the blonde a second to actually read the message and another few more moments to call you instead of texting back.

“Move your fucking ass over to my place. Now.”

Katsuki yells into the phone and the line goes dead.

Well. This is not how you thought your first day being on holiday will go. Okay, calling it a holiday is a bit of a stretch, it’s more like a secret sick leave disguised as a holiday, but still.

You have no idea what to do right now. In a few hours you’ll miss your usual dose and things will probably go to shit the next day. You are quite sure nothing’s going to happen right away so technically, going to see Katsuki today is probably a good idea as you won’t be able to get out of the house for the rest of the week, but it does frighten you a little bit to leave the house in such a vulnerable state.

You do want to see Katsuki though and this is the first time he’s asked you over to his flat, so there is no way in hell you will decline his invitation.

That’s sorted then.

You put on a hoodie and some proper looking trousers and you are out of the door before you have time to think about all the stress that comes with skipping your medication.

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“What took you so fucking long.” Katsuki grumbles by the entrance of his fancy ass flat.

“Sorry?” You mumble but Katsuki cuts you off; his arms snake around your shoulders and hugs you protectively, mumbling profanities into your ear about hating everything and everyone.

You’ve never thought you will live for long enough to hear Katsuki whine about life while acting like a lovesick puppy. You fucking love it.

“Shitty day?” You whisper into your boyfriend’s ear, who only answers you by pulling you closer. “It’s okay now, I’m here to make your day even worse.” You giggle into his hair while you embrace the moping hero. Coming here was the best decision.

“Rookie mistake.” Katsuki finally grins and you can’t help but laugh while you push him away playfully. “Come on now, I wanna cuddle and shit.”

“Wow, you amaze me every day, Kats.” You giggle as you make your way towards his expensive looking sofa to plop down right away. “So what happened at work?” You ask, worried.

“It was boring as fuck. Paperwork. You weren’t there.” The blonde mumbles as he sits down next you; he doesn’t wait a single second before he pulls you close a little bit aggressively, but this is Katsuki, so you don’t take any offense. He also just told you he missed you, so needless to say you are in seventh heaven.

“What will you do without me for the whole week?” You ask quietly as your hand wanders on the blonde’s stomach.

“You will come over every day.” The blonde grumbles back and your stomach drops; you should have told him about your medical condition sooner. Fuck.

“Kats, I won’t be able to come over after tomorrow…” You mumble into your boyfriend’s chest. “The doctor wants me to stop taking my medication and I might not be able to move properly for the next few days…”

“What the fuck?” Katsuki pushes you away, angry. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Are you fucking kidding me?” He yells, and honestly, he is so fucking right. That was a really shitty move.

“I didn’t want you to see me like that, fuck!” You yell back, heartbroken. “It was stupid and selfish, I know that, but…”

“But what? Fucking what, you Menace?! I’m your fucking boyfriend!” Katsuki doesn’t stop yelling, and while you know you should probably tell him to stop, you can’t. “I’m supposed to be there for you! Take care of your weak fucking ass! That’s what I fucking signed up for! Am I not good enough for you or what the fuck?!”

“Kats, please stop yelling, I’m sorry. I just told you, didn’t I?!” Katsuki ignores you completely.

“When will you stop taking the meds?” He asks, only half-yelling this time.

“Today? I didn’t bring them with me. So…”

Apparently that wasn’t the right thing to say because Katsuki jumps off the sofa and starts pacing anxiously.”

“So you came over and then wanted to go home while off your meds, ALONE, in the middle of the fucking night?!” He yells again, and now that he said that out loud, it really sounds extremely stupid.

“I wanted to get a taxi…”

“You wanted to sit into a strangers car, when there is a possibility for you to not be able to make it to your fucking flat on your fucking legs?!”

Oh man. Oh man, you fucked up.

“It won’t kick in that quickly…”

“You don’t know that!!!” Katsuki retorts with a red face.

“You are right. I’m a fucking idiot. And I fucked up your already shitty day even more, so… I think I’m gonna go.”

“Don’t you fucking think about it, princess.” Katsuki spits through his teeth, completely mental. In only a few steps, he makes his way to his door and locks it with a code. Your whole body tenses for a few seconds, then some weird tingles go down your spine but it doesn’t make any sense because you still feel safe with him even if he closed the only exit for you, you shouldn’t feel so… frozen just because he’s trying to help you… unless…

“Kats…”

“Don’t talk to me right now.”

“Something’s wrong.” You mumble with teary eyes. Your whole body feels like it’s falling, but you are still sitting safely on the sofa. You try to move your arms and they do work, but the motion slow, like a sloth trying to reach the nearest branch. You try to take the remote in your hands but it falls back on the cushion when you try to lift it. Katsuki stares at you with eyes the size of saucers, absolutely terrified.

“Y/N?” Katsuki whispers right before he starts sprinting back to you.

Well, shit.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Wow, it’s happening! I’ve been sitting on this idea for ages and I couldn’t wait to write it down! I love how overprotective Katsuki is and oh my god, you guys will fall in love with him all over again when you see his reaction to the whole situation.

- Btw I absolutely love Izuku’s reactions to Kacchan’s (almost) nice words, I definitely need them to interact more in the future! Also, can we talk about jealous Shouto? Because I’m kinda low key in love with his possessiveness.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated as always! Send me your thoughts, they always motivate me to write quicker! 💥

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[squiddokiddo]

⚠️ ANGST ANGST ANGST ⚠️

Tw: Abandonment issues, sibling arguments, hurt & no comfort. Pen&Ink is mentioned here but it's not a shippy fic and there's a lot of complicated emotions around their relationship.

Idk if I'll make another part, this was a spur of the moment kinda ficlet. I'm sick lol, got some kinda thing going on with my tonsils and I'm in pain and kinda grumbly.

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Burning anger starting bubbling up in Squirt's little body, rage beyond anything they'd ever felt before, it's was always another excuse.

"I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!!!" They screamed "I can't believe you'd ditch me for her, AGAIN!!"

"Aw bub, come on..." Gordon tried to approach but Squirt backed away.

"NO!!" They growled "Stop lying, no more 'Squid Promises', no more IOU's, I get it ok? You'd much rather be with her..."

Tears started to prick at the corners of their eyes, they knew this would happen, he promised over and over that he wouldn't abandon them and yet here they were, this was the eleventh time he'd cancelled their promised 'quality sibling time'. Gordon hadn't even been home in days, spending all his time in England helping his new girlfriend set up some charity gala and this is what he comes back for, just to cancel their plans again.

Gordon reached out to them, he didn't know what to say. He'd been so caught up with event planning and missions and wrangling all the big name companies to promote and attend, the past few weeks were a blur. This explosive reaction was all so sudden, Squirt was such a good kid, always patient and understanding, always ready to help. It genuinely crushed Gordon to have to leave them behind again and again but every time he cancelled Squirt always seemed so unbothered, they'd always reply with a smile and a 'sure that's ok' which always made leaving a little easier, though looking back now the kid's usual bright, beaming smile never did quite reach their eyes...

"Kiddo..." He wanted to comfort them, he wanted help, he wanted to explain but Squirt yanked away from him again.

"Save it..." They spat as they turned on their heel and stormed towards their room. "Have fun at your dumb gala."

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[manbeaft]

Well... You got me curious.

Any specific au you wanna talk about rn? 👁️👁️

sniles so sneetly. i actually have Six that i am jumping between at any given moment so you're getting like. a rundown of them all lmao

crime

baby white collar criminal spider x ruffian river. god willing this will be the next thing i post so i don't want to give away too much of the plot but the lamb lore is crazy detailed considering he barely appears in the actual fic. he still operated with the o.b. in berlin but on the side was lifting and fencing art. by the time the wall came down he had enough tucked away to baaasically retire. runs three establishments in various places in london that are all basically fronts — some more well-known than others. has unfortunately quasi-adopted some of londons less fortunate criminals and now keeps them out of trouble. or tries to.

river17

this was intended to be like a horny frankenstein au and has instead become a river suffering extravaganza. based off mickey17/mickey7, river is an expendable — volunteered to die over and over again and basically be restored from a save file — and spider is one of the scientists attached the programme. also they're in space which isn't i guess super relevant plot wise but is important tonally.

pacrim

this one has two stories in it and is also the hardest to write because i am so insane about/familiar with pacific rim it's like the xkcd "average familiarity" comic. but basically one story in this au is just. stansted, but through the mechanics of the world it becomes a very intimate and almost embarrassing moment for spider, and the mind melding nature of the drift means that river is completely aware he's been fucked over but the way it happens puts him in a very like. emotionally compromised position. and then the other is about louisa like. opening up again after mins death (which is Bad in this one — they're connected physically mentally and emotionally as he dies) and perhaps getting yuriful with shirkey along the way

polar

i actually finished the outline today, so hopefully this one will be the next one done after crime. based on/inspired by the disastrous expedition of the hms belgica this one sends the slow horses to the coast of antarctica 1898. their ship, the aldersgate, is a backup/supply ship for the hms regent (the real expedition ship) and they get trapped in pack ice. highlights include river getting scurvy, river almost drowning, spider going blind for three days, and river and spider sharing a bed along with ~160 sticks of homemade explosive.

equestrian

spider is a competitive showjumper and river is an accidentally-hired groom. they have a "complicated" past (what should have been minor boarding school sabotage from spider left river with a broken hip) and have lame sex about it. spider also might getting a tbi in this one i haven't quite decided yet

vampire

this one came to me in a dream like. months ago. but i still think about it. kind of business as usual except the slow horses are vampires. no real plot for this one yet, just vibes and lore lmao each one them is like. a different subspecies? or had very specific different powers. river was known as a needlefang (had very fine fangs that came down between his other teeth — as opposed to being extensions of them — so victims didn't notice bites as easily and if they did, dismissed them as bug bites), louisa was a blur (super fast) and shirley a wisp (could turn invisible). lamb was the classic style vamp w a host of powers and i dont remember catherine, marcus, or roddys deals.

they call me normal man.

[venomwrites]

Different anon. I don't think you hate Vi, but it feels like there's a bias towards caitlyn. This feels like it's gone from a cute soulmate au to caitlyn wears the uniform of vi's oppressor and vi is wrong for being upset about that. Its like vi has to cut strips out of herself to placate caitlyn while caitlyn isn't willing to move an inch for vi.

That is a totally valid way to feel! This is a really hard/complicated issue! To me, this issue has always been there, Caitlyn wearing the uniform is just making it so Vi has to face what has always been true: Caitlyn saved her life but Caitlyn's family is a big part of the reason her life needed saving.

Vi robbed Jayce's apartment because she never dreamed her Soulmate was that rich and powerful. Vander also says he wondered why the Kiramman's called off the Bridge attack. So Caitlyn being part of Piltover's elite and her oppressors has always been an issue for Vi. And she has always struggled with the fact that Piltover's oppression made life really awful for her. A lot of kids did not survive childhood when Vi was little and Piltover had a hand in that. Caitlyn saving her while being from that elite family has always been a huge issue for Vi.

To me, one of the most important things in Vi's journey is her learning to walk off that bridge. It's not fair, it's not easy, but it is something she has to learn how to do if she wants to start healing. One of the visuals I love is how we see Vi carried off the bridge, then we see her stuck on it at the memorial and then we see her willingly crossing it with Caitlyn and leaving on the other side.

I think Caitlyn has moved mountains for Vi. Putting aside the fact that they made Zaun into the 'perfect' world from 2x07 after the explosion, most of Vi's family has tried to kill Caitlyn and she forgave them without a second thought. She put aside any hope of a normal Piltover childhood to help Vi and to save her life. Caitlyn's mother's Soulmate is in charge of the Enforcers and she has helped both of them many times. Caitlyn wants to honor her as well, something she hasn't been able to do. I hope it's also become clear that the uniform is the quiet part being said aloud but that quiet part has always been there:

Caitlyn is from a family that hurt/oppressed Vi. She always will be. Is that something Vi can accept? Or are their differences too much?

Right now they are very much at an impasse. Vi just realized that her mother was terrified of Caitlyn feeling towards Vi how Vi feels towards her. And i think that kind of forces Vi to examine her feelings instead of bottling them up. Caitlyn accepts that Vi will always hate her family but she cannot change where she comes from. She's committed to them not becoming Vi's dads at their worst, but beyond that she doesn't know.

[melonteee]

I think you're one of the only YouTubers I know who are willing to give Dragon the benefit of the doubt for not doing anything so far in the story. Seems like it all started ever since we found out nothing was done to save Ginny from the Celestial Dragons and that's where the comparisons with Fisher Tiger began (what FT did Vs what Dragon did in the story)

When it comes down to it, there are two big things about the situation that makes them very different. Firstly, FT did his raid exactly one year before Ginny was kidnapped (trying anything right after him was going to be more complicated unless you get extensive intel on the new security systems at Marie Geoise) and he relied heavily on what he knew of the place he's been enslaved in for years to pull an escape then a raid. Secondly, Ginny wasn't an ordinary slave, she was forcefully made the wife of a Celestial Dragon (perhaps even a god knight) and Saturn's own well kept test subject. So even if the Revolutionary Army tried anything right away or one to two years later after getting enough intel (in between the war they were helping out in at the time) and managed to succeed in freeing the slaves of Marie Geoise... Ginny might not have been one of them as she would have been kept elsewhere due to her "importance"

I also thought about the explosive collars and wondered if they haven't actually started being used within Marie Geoise AFTER Fisher Tiger's raid ? Boa's flashback only showed her and her sisters with them at the auction house while neither Kuma or his parents had those on in his flashback of Marie Geoise. Only in present time did we see slaves with the explosive collar on AFTER being brought (CB introduction at Sabaody) so unless you're a Haki user on Rayleigh's level (which would make manually removing every single one of them take forever and be super noisy) or have keys for all the collared slaves at MG, those things might explode before any slave could leave the place in any hasty raid (Camie's collar was very sensible to any removal attempt)

I'm giving Dragon the benefit of the doubt because, for One Piece, we just all have to be patient LMAO.

Oda doesn't like showing his whole hand when he writes, he's not a writer who rushes to get to the good bits, and Dragon will definitely have a point to everything he's doing. If we all just sit back and wait, we will get our answers and reasonings at some point.

Also good read! I don't really have anything to add though HAHA

[superluigiglitchy]

If you don’t mind me asking, I would like to know more about the Villainous Blue Jay AU. I’m picturing Tari acting like Doof, and that sounds hilarious.

Oh wow- finally an ask that isn't a bot!/silly

(very long thing here)

So basically it's technically a super hero au but not really where Tari is the physical embodiment of this

However Tari wasn't always like this, once she was apart of a hero team called TasSquad with her being the group's ai assistant (belle was also apart of this group, along with Lucinia, with they're code names being Furious Fox and Hunting Hound) however an accident occured within the HQ causing Lucinia and their handler Sheridan to disappear, leading to the Team disbanding.

This explosion would severely affect Tari's logic core, which left her being very susceptible to outside influences (basically she was a blank slate for anything to paint over) and leaving her with no recollection of her memories)

And well... you know the rest

Villainous Bluejay (originally named Wild Azure.. which didn't stick around for too long) has a streak of doing more good than bad (if she does any bad at all that is) and is regarded as "oh? that nice girl that helped me start my car back up yesterday? yeah she's a bit eccentric but she's a joy to be around!" she's like a second mario and luigi in a single person, unknown to Tari who tries her utmost best to cause evil, both Lucinia and her past subconscious prevent her form causing any real harm in anyway

Another thing to note about her is that her and SMG3 are rather close, once teaming up together (without smg3 realising Tari (or well) Bluejay's mere presence causes evil schemes to exponentially backfire) and now they're more akin to siblings who are at eachothers throat

Which makes Belle killing Tari during the youtube arc when the anti cast was tampering with the timeline Belle wasted know time with dealing with someone she deemed a traitorous and cold hearted villain... which didn't end well for a lot of people, mainly Belle (who almost got killed by a beserk Meggy and Saiko)

Belle was actually tasked by TasCorp to hunt down the rogue ai and was under the impression that she was an actual threat and criminal

Its in this way where both her and Tari are foils with one being a villain who's does more good than evil with her actions while the other causes more harm than good with her rather skewed black and white world view

Nowadays they're both chill now though none of the gang is willing to leave her and Tari alone with eachother (which is understandable, Belle literally shot Tari against SMG3's instructions)

And Yes, Tari does act like Doof, overly complicated backstory and all though granted she doesn't really remember her past so she just

makes stuff up as she goes

Clench acts more along the lines of canon Tari being soft-spoken and altruistic and showing his care for Tari more than Canon Clench

Clench is actually a built-in battle system for Tari but due to the explosion he ended up becoming deactivated for the longest time, however due to Wren's Simulation he ended getting reactivated but with the remnants of Tari's original personality pre-explosion

He also ends up shielding Tari from Puzzle's brainwashing during WOTFI 2024 but that's another story

Some bonus information since I'm on a roll here:

Meggy is the Hero of Inkopolis and has the same role as Mario does in his game, saving the day against baddies

(Yes, this also means that Tari and Meggy banter a lot, yes it is really gay)

Mario is still a hero despite the Meme energy essentially giving him a lobotomy, as a result SMG4 is with the Mario bros. with general shenanigans

Peach is not goopified but she does end up staying with Meggy for a bit until the toads can build her a new castle

Saiko according to this logic is an Anti-Hero being rather morally gray and such

Boopkins is Tari's minion (they are besties)

anyways thats all I have as of right now, but feel free to ask me more questions! i enjoy rambling

[yeetus-feetus]

i miss when joker was silly and goofy and occasionally teamed up with batman. I hate how joker is now is cold and calculating and serious. You've just turned him into a mirror of batman. He's not funny anymore, he's pure nightmare fuel.

I think it started happening because of the killing joke and death in the family. And slowly slowly he's been morphing into something else since then.

Remember the early comics and all the cartoons on TV where joker pulled elaborate tricks and pranks and crazy plots because he wanted Batman's attention. Where he was a real clown and he made explosive balloon animals and his hands were somehow always prop hands and the were all kinds of odd things hiding in his sleeves, when he lived up to his name and made fun jokes. When he had oversized hammers and and the most captivating mouse-traps set up just for batsy.

I liked that joker. I liked the fun and exciting back and forth, where the joker never 'won' anything because he only wanted Batman. Because batman and joker are nothing without each other. Because when they teamed up with mutual enemies it was always so fun to watch.

I hate the joker now. I hate what he did to Jason. I hate how serious he is. I hate that he's not a fun little freak anymore. I hate that he's always hurting batman in ways that aren't funny, that tear him and his family apart. I hate the Joker, because he's not the joker anymore, he's just another needlessly violent criminal. I hate the way modern media has watered down the fantasy of DC and tried to make everything more realistic.

Comics weren't made for realism. Realism ruined comics. Because comics are supposed to be an escape from reality, where anything wonderful and outrageous can happen. Where a man dressed as a bat is a hero and an alien from space has Lazer eyes and can't touch green rocks. Where we have stupidly named things like 'bat-bucket' and 'battery' and fuckin condiment king- Krypton Krypto Kryptonite, Smallville and Metropolis because we can't think of better words and it's funny and it's part of the bit.

Realism ruined comics. Because now Batman isn't batman and joker isn't Joker and everything's just too serious and complicated and redemption doesn't exist.

The old comics taught us even bad guys can be good, the old comics taught us that anyone can be redeemed if you give them a chance and they choose to be good.

Now it's only punish punish punish and clowns that aren't really clowns and altering your son's brain without his consent and the world's ending but this time we can't save it, this time it's not fun and easy peasy, this time all you feel is dread and despair, a sense of impeding doom and there's no hope or love for us left.

I want the old joker back.