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abusivelittlebunny · 4 months ago

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I want you to know I read your blog like the morning papers. I read your filthy tags and sip my tea while doing so. An excellent morning read.

Funny that because I also am sipping on my coffee as I scroll through content and reblog with my nasty input. Cheers for a horny breakfast ☕ idk what you're interested in most particularly but here you go anon

Continuing the previous ficlet...

Warning for A/B/O & mpreg

"I gotta pay you back somehow," Charles chuckled into the phone instead of starting with a normal 'Hi' or 'Good morning'; Max preferred things straight to the point, Charles knew by now.

"Read the news. It worked that well, huh?" Max snorted, audibly sipping on something; he must be struggling with the no caffeine for the baby rule.

"He was," Charles bit his lip to suppress his giggle, rolling around on his king sized bed like a smitten teenager, his bruised body aching all over in the most delicious way possible, "just wonderful last night. God, he hasn't fucked me this rough since Vegas."

"Hm, you're a freak as per usual," he could hear Max's eyeroll through the phone almost. "Hope you're not planning on waltzing around today showing off a blackeye and a busted lip."

"He knows better than to leave such obvious marks. Well, for now at least." Charles traced the prints left on his pale thighs; galaxies of pink and purple from the belt and Carlos' strong hands. His lips curled into a too wide Cheshire cat grin. "No guarantee what he will do when he finds out the little surprise I have in store for him."

Max was quiet for a minute, but Charles could hear him shift and sigh, the weight of his babybump making it harder to get up from a sitting position. "Please tell me you didn't do something petty like key his car or take videos of last night with him beating the shit out of you for blackmail purposes. I can see a lot of speculations already about the belt; you better stay indoors if you don't want your soon to be husband to get publicly stoned by your fans."

Charles' hand caressed up from his thigh to his belly, rubbing gentle circles into his skin while he listened to Max. Instead of answering directly he hummed a coy question of his own.

"I really liked that little onesie you got from Checo. The baby blue one with the white stripes and cats. What brand was it?"

A pause and then Max spoke carefully, "I'm not sure I got a ton of baby clothes and stuff gifted to me in the last few weeks, I gotta check. Why?"

"Do you already know what you got? If the baby is a girl or a boy I mean."

"Charles, what are you on?" Max sounded irritated now, and Charles could hear him open up the fridge, no doubt looking for a sweet treat to make his overly hormonal mind calm down. Charles gifted him a whole freezerful of ice cream when Max first broke the news to the press; Max at first rolled his eyes at it but now he was munching on Charles' gift every day, his hips and tits growing even more plush as he entered the seventh month. "You know my stupid fucking gender reveal thing is not due until a month, you got fucking invited to it."

"I know, I know, just wondering. You can really tell the gender of the baby early these days. I admire that patience of yours." Charles traced his teeth with his tongue, unable to keep the grin from showing in his voice. "I couldn't wait to learn mine was a boy."

A clatter, a bang, and utter silence followed on the line. Charles hasn't told anyone yet, only received the news two days ago himself by his doctor doing the ultrasound. A strong healthy boy has been growing in Charles for the last twelve weeks.

"I just wanted to know, you know, that onesie was so cute I really envy the-,"

"Charles." Max cut his giggly rambling off with a strained voice, clearly trying to compose himself from the shock. "Don't tell me you-, you have to be kidding, mate."

"I told you, didn't I? One way or another, Carlos would have no other choice but me." Charles rolled out of bed and watched himself twirl in the wall length mirror. His belly was still completely flat, he was barely in the third month after all but he pushed his hips out and imagined how it will look stretching with his baby. He knew he could pull off a stylish pregnancy look, not get so soft and careless about it like Max. "He was always going to be the father of my children, and his transfer to Williams was just an unforseen bump in the road but nothing that could take his role away from me as my future husband."

"Does he-, oh my fucking God, Charles, how did you... Charles. What did you do?" Max wanted to sound stern but his voice was shaking a bit.

It was sweet of him to be concerned for his friend's career, he knew he'd be due in the middle of racing season, making him unable to compete. Max has already confirmed he'd compete in the second half of the season, basically robbing himself of another championship, but he told Charles how he didn't plan for his pregnancy at all either. He still didn't say who the father was, and Charles doubted he knew really.

Between Daniel, Checo, Fernando, Horner, and whoever else has found their way between Max's thick thighs, the babydaddy would remain a mystery, Charles mused.

Not that he was overly judgemental or Max giving up his cunt to any alpha that was into his bossy bratty omega ways, he admired it a bit actually for enjoying sex in such a carefree manner after he got enough championships under his belt that his daddy could no longer monitor his every waking move.

Besides, it meant he was in no danger of losing Carlos to him, since Max indulged in so many options. At first he was madly jealous, knowing Carlos had a very intimate history with Max, had proposed to him before too before Max's father shot the entire thing down. But Max reassured him they were just young and dumb, and Carlos left Redbull on his own volition not because Jos forbid him from ever seeing his son again.

They remained good although more distant friends, that's all. Just how Charles preferred it. So of course he'd be concerned and know that Carlos had zero clue about the baby.

"I stopped taking birth control about seven months ago, you remember? I got a doctor to sign off on it for performance's sake. So Carlos had to switch to condoms, and well-,"

"Don't tell me you fucking fished the condoms out of the bin, I swear-," Max groaned on the other line and Charles gave an offended squeak.

"Excuse you, I'd never do something so low, come on," Charles scoffed and waltzed over to his own kitchen for a sweet treat for himself, enjoying the soreness of his body with every step. "I just took a needle and pierced through the whole batch."

Max choked on the other side. He was coughing violently on his ice cream as Charles rattled on.

"I know, I know, it seems a bit much, but you know we were gonna have babies anyway, he knew I wanted some from the beginning, this is just a pleasant early surprise for him, you know? Just because he's in Williams now I can't let him think of other omegas as potential endgame, maybe even kick up our engagement." Charles scoffed opening a caramel fudge flavored tub. "Besides, you don't know how annoying it was, waiting for the birth control's effect to clear out of my system. He was giving it to me raw without knowing and I didn't get pregnant for weeks, it was fucking awful, not seeing the two lines. You never took birth control, did you? I know your dad was very strict on eliminating any performance reducing stuff."

Max was still wheezing softly, not saying a word. Charles felt a pang of irritation, thinking Max was judging him for what he has done. As if he had some moral highground, jumping from knot to knot for his satisfaction, not knowing who his babydaddy might be.

"Listen, I know you don't exactly approve, but still, we're friends aren't we? You're like my best friend, Maxy, you know I didn't do it maliciously. Carlos loves me. He will be delighted, I know. A bit mad at first, if he realizes the truth though, so please. Don't tell him, okay? This has to stay between us."

Max was quiet for a minute, then two before letting out a shaky sigh. "When will you tell him?"

"Not sure. Maybe after the wedding? But if he keeps pushing out the date I gotta tell him sooner. But I want it to be a public reveal. Make sure the fans see how happy and surprised he is; so they can see the wedding isn't happening because he knocked me up. I don't want them to think I forced his hand."

Max was silent on the other end of the line and Charles itched to know what he was thinking about. Sure, him and Carlos have been friends since childhood but their teen romance ended long ago, surely Max couldn't be jealous. He spent more time with Charles after all, barely ever interacting publicly with Carlos.

"Max, stop fucking judging me. You should be happy for me." Charles seethed on top of his kitchen counter, eyeing the clock. Carlos has been gone since before he woke up, but he should be back for dinner. He swallowed and took a gentler tone, "You know how much I wanted this. And now we'll be pushing our strollers side by side, and have little play dates with our kids together, go shopping, select kindergartens and everything. You won't be alone in raising your kid."

He hoped he didn't come across as too pitying, but still, Charles was the one between the two of them with a definite babydaddy.

"I know you've been having a tough time fitting in in Monaco since you moved here but I can help you with everything now while we're taking a break for our babies. It will be fun, I promise! It will be almost like they're siblings!"

Max was somehow even more silent on the other end of the line and Charles bit the inside of his cheek. He knew Max would come around, he just needed to settle his thoughts about the matter.

Charles felt a little insensitive; he didn't think about it until now but their wedding with Carlos would happen soon after Max's gender reveal party. And if he told the media about his own pregnancy right around the time Max gave birth, he'd overshadow him again. But maybe that was a good thing, Charles reassured himself. Max hated the headlines speculating about the father of his child.

"It will all work out, I promise. This will just strengthen our friendship and you won't even notice not having the father around, me and Carlos will be with you always! It will be so fun to raise them together and share their cute little clothes and-"

"I gotta go." Max hastily said, and Chsrles could hear the door of Max's bathroom open in the distance before he hung up.

Oh.

Charles mused to himself that maybe Max isn't as lonely as he thought. Of course all the alphas he was with would've been happy to step up as the father of his kid, but Charles didn't think Max was pulling towards anyone in particular in that regard.

Anyway, he was happy to know Max wasn't alone now. Maybe they could go out together baby clothes shopping once Max is calmer, just Charles, Carlos, Max, and his chosen alpha.

"Who was that?"

Max swallowed thickly and dropped his phone onto the counter, scoffing without answering the question, taking his ice cream as he walked back to the bedroom.

"Are you angry at me now?"

Max again didn't answer, just stood in front of the balcony and let the gentle late afternoon breeze wash over him.

A sigh behind him and then the tap-tap of wet footsteps approaching before a strong, tan, hairy pair of arms wrapped around him. Max grimaced at the feeling of cold moisture against his still warm body as he got enveloped in a gentle hug from behind.

"Not at you." Max finally sighed as he adoring kisses were pressed into the side of his neck, the stubble tickling his tender skin when his face was turned manually so he could receive some more kisses on his plump pouting mouth.

"Was that Daniel again? Or Horner? God, that pestering idiot won't let you breathe for a second." Max's robe was easily pulled down his shoulders as kisses rained down on him. They fucked three rounds already but that didn't seem enough to satisfy the alpha. "If the baby really is his, he'll make your life even more miserable."

"No." Max simply said, swallowing before putting hid treat on the bedside table.

"Yeah, I won't let him annoy you any longer-,"

"No, I mean the baby is not his." Max sighed, pushing the strong alpha body off of himself and moving back onto the bed. The alpha scoffed but followed, his mouth glued to Max's soft skin he loved so much; he's been more eager since the pregnancy started to show, instinctively attracted to the fertile omega beneath him. Max had a hard time peeling the man off of him now that he could fuck him raw as much as he wanted. Little did he know.

"You weren't so sure until now. If he does end up being-,"

"Horner is not the one walking around with busted condoms." Max snapped, eyes welling up with tears as he watched the alpha's brows furrow above him. "It's you, Carlos."

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spitblaze · 6 months ago

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Mouthwashing spoilers below cut, played through it again today bc i accidentally nullified all of my achievements through the dev console. oops

Okay so the first time I played through it I was high and it was very late at night. Already a great start but it means I missed some shit my first time through and I'm already not exactly stellar at more abstract literary analysis. LUCKILY this site is full of people who are way better at that than I am (and im convincing my partners who are also way better at it than I am to play it soon too).

Luckily I'm better at lit analysis than whoever the weirdo on the Steam forum saying this game is bad because it 'doesn't punish Jimmy for his actions enough' as if this isnt a horror game primarily about his guilt-induced mental breakdown and if i have to see anyone else say that anya is a poorly written character im going to poorly write them out of existence because I'm inclined to believe that if you think that you either weren't fucking paying attention or have subscribed to the Joss Whedon school of feminist writing which is 'good writing of women is when they are girlboss'. like sorry shes too much of a depressed traumatized Fawn Response rape victim for your liking. jesus christ

Anyway the game being short DOES lend itself well to multiple playthroughs, which honestly is for the best because its really one of those stories that reveals a lot more on a second viewing. There's a Lot going on here but as far as I can tell, the biggest themes here are what it means to 'take responsibility' as well as autonomy and the loss thereof. The responsibility one is for sure the most obvious one, how many times in the game does it directly say 'take responsibility'? How many times does Curly say 'I'll fix this', how many times does Jimmy say he'll 'fix this'? And ultimately, how successful are either of them?

Curly's a good leader, sure, but how much does he just let slide for the sake of 'the big picture'? Daiske was a last minute addition. He's a good kid, but he didn't make a stink about it. Gotta think about the big picture. Anya has told him about what Jimmy did to her. Nothing. 'What would you do?' 'Anything.' But nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm not gonna sit here and say that Curly is 100% every bit as evil as Jimmy, if someone is raped the blame falls squarely on the rapist- but it's completely on Curly for not taking action against Jimmy for the sake of the big picture. He really could've done anything. Fucking anything. It's not necessarily on Curly to foresee that Jimmy's stress response would be to end it and take everyone else with him. But it was on him to do something about a known violent assault and its perpetrator before anyone else got hurt. He's not a perpetrator, but he's an accessory. He may not have deserved the punishment he got. But he's nothing if not agonizingly aware of the consequences for not taking responsibility for the actions of his crew.

Jimmy, meanwhile, is obsessed with responsibility despite the fact that he's incapable of actually handling it, from the very start. It's not clear when exactly he assaulted Anya, but I assume it was after Curly broke the news to the crew. The moment even a shred of consequences emerge, the minute Anya tells him that she's pregnant, his first course of action is to deliberately sabotage the ship. Murder-suicide. He says he's sorry. That he made a mistake. As if there were not multiple, deliberate steps at which he could've stopped and realized what he was doing. After everything, he tells the crew it was Curly's fault so he could have more of that responsibility he desired so much. Not that anyone respects it except maybe Daisuke.

But he can't handle even the most basic of responsibilities there, either. A handful of menial tasks and he fucking snaps at the woman he hurt to begin with, even when she only ever acts the way she does around him to avoid further hurt. 'Take responsibility'. But he can't. Over and over he'll tell the vision of Curly he's made in his heads that he's sorry, that he'll fix things, that they'll all make it. And then he just keeps making things worse. And worse. And worse. Anya's going to hurt Curly, she's suspect and violent. Swanson won't let them into Utility. That's suspect, he's going to get out of here and leave everyone else behind. They both have to be stopped. Don't you trust me, Daisuke? Don't you trust your captain? That's why YOU have to go through the vent. He cannot fucking take responsibility, only goad others into doing things and handling things as underhandedly as possible. No wonder Curly laughs when he takes the gun. Anya spent all this time trying to keep it from him. And he got it anyway, because that'll all Jimmy knows how to do. Take and resent and hurt. His own twisted version of 'responsibility'.

It genuinely pisses me off how many people write off Anya as being 'badly written' or write her off altogether, especially considering the VERY OBVIOUS character she's based off of, being Wendy Torrance in The Shining (Yes I'm aware there's baggage around that particular character's strength of writing too, but I'm not about to go off on a rant about a movie ive only absorbed through cultural osmosis). Like...she's not a perfectly written character, no- her arc is less about her as a character and more about the things that have been done to her. Sexual assault used as a narrative device, nothing new there- it's at least less egregious in a horror story, where fear and trauma and terrible things happening to good people is kinda the whole thing. My big issue with Anya's writing is that we didn't get more of her- more exploration of how Jimmy's actions affected her, more exploration of how her and Curly are that much more alike after the crash- it's not a very long game to start, and given her character and the situation I don't necessarily disagree with her going out the way she did at the time she did. It just would've been nice if they'd utilized the nonlinear structure of the whole thing to explore her more, y'know?

Given Jimmy's PoV it makes sense that he's more fixated on the consequences of raping her than on the woman herself, but from the Doylist perspective, like...c'mon, give us SOMETHING more to work with. And like I said before, it pisses me off that people see a woman who doesn't immediately fall into the 'girlboss' role when shit hits the fan and then write it off, as if the premise of the story isn't about everyone's reaction to a hopeless situation spearheaded by a violent, manipulative, self-centered shithead. Swansea's the most capable person here outside of Jimmy and Anya, and I've yet to see anyone saying his character was weak because he spends most of his time drinking and raging instead of taking action. I'm mostly just upset that I don't have much more to say about her outside of her relationship to the rest of the crew. One could argue that most of what we are is defined by our relationships to others, and the nature of the game means that we don't really get a deep peek into anyone's psyche besides Curly and Jimmy.

I like how she invokes the metaphor of that dead pixel, the detail that sticks out like a sore thumb to her, always in the back of her mind, ever-present, that Curly can't see and never will because he's too busy looking at the big picture. I like how they establish the nature of Jimmy and Anya's relationship without being too direct, putting up that brave fawn act while he's there- she has to, the ship is only so big and they're so off course that rescue seems impossible- but she doesn't sleep in the same room as everyone else, she won't confide in Jimmy, and his mistreatment of her was what finally drove her over the edge. Jimmy's more concerned about what she might do to Curly that what she might do to herself, and he KNOWS that she's prone to mental breakdowns- often caused by himself, if not by Curly's state. The whole thing is tragic, but Anya's case is particularly saddening. Even after her death, she's paraded around like a puppet so that Jimmy can have his macabre little party. He doesn't care about her. He never did. And yet he's haunted by her, the 'sexual thoughts of cartoon horses' intermingling with his strange psychosexual hatred of the nurse just trying to do her job, haunted by the consequences of his actions because he's too much of a fucking coward to really, honestly and truly, take responsibility.

Swansea and Daisuke I have less to say about, ultimately. They feel a lot more straightforward in their narratives, at least from my perspective. Daisuke's a dumb kid with a shitty internship and he's so upbeat and positive that it genuinely pisses Swanson off, which means that he does ultimately care about the kid. A+ dynamic. Seems like a prick on an initial playthrough, but on the second run through I get it. He's old enough, he's seen enough, he knows exactly what Jimmy is and doesn't buy his responsible act for a second. He's not a captain. He's just some shithead who acts like he can handle it but flees in the most destructive way possible the second the consequences rear their head. He's a man that, even in the throes of substance abuse, does a better job of taking responsibility than Jimmy ever could, and arguably better than Curly ever did. Instead of just shrugging his shoulders at a last minute intern, he took him under his wing and started training him. When shit hits the fan, his instinct is to protect Daisuke- the one person who IS his responsibility. When he really, truly does not believe there is anything else that can be done, he puts him out of his misery. Maybe he was saving that cryo pod for him, too. It's hard to say, but the fact that he's the only one who stood up to Jimmy and saw him for what he was makes him that much more likable.

Daisuke...oh, Daisuke. He couldn't have known this was coming. He was doing his best, he just did what he could, he tried to be helpful and kind and be a good person. And for that, Jimmy used him and got him killed because he was too much of a goddamn coward to apologize to Anya, to see her as anything besides a nuisance at best. I get why Jimmy is so fixated on his death- as far as he's concerned, his first real failure, since Anya was such a non-issue that he didn't even have anything to say about her lifeless body. It wasn't just his inaction that got this kid killed, it was his actions. He had every opportunity to use even a single ounce of his brain and recognize that there are other people on the ship besides him and Anya, to recognize that these psych evals aren't just for the sake of the individual. And for that, Daisuke died. Way to go, hero.

The autonomy shit...god. Psychological trauma can be just as incapacitating as physical harm, can't it? Anya completely changing her demeanor after being assaulted, her body no longer just her own. I want to see the horror of that from her perspective, the invasion and the terror and revulsion of having something like that growing inside you. How sickening it must feel, how just the knowledge of its existence makes living that much worse. How the man who did it is still nothing but despotic. Curly, finally seeing Jimmy for who he truly is firsthand. It's all well and good to believe in someone, to trust them and want to help them overcome their struggles. But being choked and beaten and abused by them, day after day after day, because you had the audacity to sit a little higher on the totem pole than they did, because you had what they wanted, because they couldn't stand seeing someone better off then they were.

It's kind of mind-boggling, honestly. I've...kinda been there, with people who I know are still there, they're fully in there and aware and the same person they've always been, but their means to communicate with the outside world is cut off. I was fortunate enough to have been listening to a lot of disability activists around the time my aunt started losing her speech. It seemed a lot of times that the only people who really recognized that she was still there were me and my uncle. Even my mom, her older sister, inseparable for life, started treating her like she was suddenly a different person, not capable of really understanding her or wanting or doing things for herself.

So, like- not trying to be selfish or anything, just doing the autistic 'oh i can relate to this' bit, particularly about Jimmy projecting all of this shit onto the captain when he barely has the capacity to laugh or cry, let alone speak. His savior. His best friend. His bitter enemy. Beating him relentlessly while giving him his medicine for having the audacity to be an inconvenience. Let's eat some cake. I want to go home. Curly is just a man, and Jimmy regards him as helpless, antagonistic, and a god all at once. He'll thank me for this one day.

So uh. Many thoughts, head full. After the end of the bizarro sequence with Curly heading to the cockpit, the door is very small. A black pixel, the one stuck in the back of Anya's mind. A graveyard full of mausoleums, every one of them with the same epitaph as the bizarro one for Daigo in ch 14, and the one you can enter with his face on it. Not a single one for Anya. The Polle at the end having the same blue text as Anya, haunting the narrative just as much as Curly, just less overt. I'll fix this. I'll take responsibility. God. God jesus fuck damn hell christ son of a bitch. Fuck capitalism for putting their employees on such tight strings and skeleton crews that a collective pink slip can send people into this kind of spiral (or rather can give Jimmy a good reason to convince everyone else that all of them are completely fucked except for the captain and Daisukle) and fuck Jimmy. Fuck him. My one other complaint besides the feminist critique above is that theres some sequences that go on a bit longer than they really should (ch. 14 getting the mouthwash, most of the vent segments).

Fuck you, Jimmy.

I hope that gunshot hurt.

#spitblaze says things #mouthwashing #mouthwashing spoilers

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cultofdixon · 2 years ago

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A moment alone with you

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • A moment. Just a moment alone with his girl is all he wants. But everybody—-especially the kids, have much more pressing things in that moment of peace • SFW/NSFW - Nudity / Grinding / Fondling / Hickeys • TW: Scars • Bit of re-written canon

Requested by: Anon

“You excited for Y/N to come home?” Michonne smiles asking Daryl who hasn’t left his spot by the main gates to Alexandria for his other half to return from the medicine run with Siddiq.

“Is it obvious?” Daryl chuckles lightly leaning against the wall. “Yea need somethin’?”

“Actually, I do”

The hours passed as the two finally returned home and Siddiq brought the car right in front of the infirmary so it would be easy load off.

“I need a shower”

“Same, but I gotta do inventory on the new stuff before I can unwind”

“I can help yknow—-“

“Yeah yeah but we’ve been gone for a month. I think a certain archer would like to see his partner” Siddiq smiles noticing her bashful smile to his words. “You can help tomorrow with putting everything away, I can handle counting and putting the numbers down”

“Okay Siddiq, I’ll take that” Y/N smiles exiting the car and grabbing her bag from the trunk, waving him off on her way to her home.

As Y/N enters the home she was quiet and half excepted to be greeted by Daryl. But the next best thing, Dog came trotting over demanding pets that she happily provided soon noticing the sleeping archer on the couch with both Grimes kids laying and sleeping comfortably on his chest.

“Guess he was on uncle duty tonight” Y/N whispers to Dog as she kisses the top of his head.

Quietly, she took her shoes off leaving them by the door before tip toeing over to the three grabbing a blanket out of the basket on the way over. Y/N gently drapes the blanket over the three watching the kids stir slightly. She made sure they were still secure on Daryl and sound asleep. After admiring the sight a bit she leaned over to Daryl, kissing his cheek before leaving to go upstairs and take a much needed shower.

It felt like an hour has passed while showering because of how amazing it felt after being gone a while. But she was in there long enough to not notice when the door opened.

Y/N suddenly flinched when the curtain flung open revealing Daryl. “You’re subtle aren’t you?”

“Yea didn’t wake me”

“You had two sleeping angels on you. Of course I wasn’t gonna wake you…and speaking of angels. Where the fuck did you put them?”

“In the guest bedroom sleepin’.” Daryl’s eyes trailed her naked form taking note of the bruises and small cuts that happen out of random at this point of the apocalypse. “I missed yea”

“If you missed me so much…why don’t you join me instead of letting the water out” Y/N smiles watching the excitement in his eyes as he was about to undress when both heard sobbing.

“Uncle Daryl…”

“It’s Jude.” Y/N smacks his chest getting him a bit wet. “Go make sure she’s okay and stay with her”

“Mm…We ain’t done” Daryl states before going to check on the young Grimes as Y/N moved the curtain back to cover her.

Once she was finished, Y/N went to check on the kids noticing Daryl laying in the bed with them. He can never say no to either of them and she couldn’t help the smile on her face when she approaches them quietly. The archer turns his head toward his woman watching her smile even more to the display as she kisses him goodnight before fixing the blanket over them then going to bed herself.

A couple hours passed and Y/N felt a shift in the bed stirring her awake as she moved onto her back watching Daryl tower over her.

“How’d you manage to slip out?”

“Dog disturbed them both. Making them get off me”

“Hm. Man’s best friend really has your back” She laughs quietly as Daryl didn’t wait another moment to bring his lips firmly against hers.

His partner instantly wrapped her arms around his neck feeling him shift above her bringing his knee in between her legs. While his hand finds itself under her shirt not waiting another second to grope her breast enjoying the satisfied moan that he swallowed as he continued to make out with her. He pulls away from her lips about to ask if it was okay to go further but both’s thoughts were interrupted by knocking.

“Can’t get even a second…” Daryl sighs lifting himself off of Y/N as she reaches to turn the lamp on while he went to answer the door.

Both Judith and RJ, who was more sleepy than his sister, were at the door about to ask Daryl if they could sleep in the bed with him after having a hard time. The other times were nightmares. She then noticed Y/N sit up in the bed fixing her shirt as she was about to ask her when RJ yawns out.

“Can we sleep with Auntie Y/N?” He frowns up at Daryl as Y/N pats the bed when he asked watching both of them instantly run over getting help onto the bed.

“If they get cuddles from yea, so do I” Daryl scoffs playfully as he brings himself back to the bed turning the lamp off before climbing in once Y/N scooted more into the center of the bed letting the kids child all over her. While Daryl brought himself close enough for her to close the small space by moving into him.

“All my babies missed me” Y/N teases a little as she let the kids get comfortable before nudging Daryl to get the blanket over them.

“I’ve missed you more” Daryl whispers only to be smacked in the face by RJ indicating that he missed her more.

The next morning Daryl woke alone and when he got up to get dressed in his usual attire. He noticed his vest was missing but it didn’t take long to know who took them. He went downstairs to check if anyone was still home but was met with no one except Dog who accidentally got left inside. So he obviously wasn’t waiting for Daryl except to be let out.

Dog instantly ran toward the kids once Daryl let him out. He made his way toward the infirmary know he could find Y/N there and hopefully alone.

The archer always manages to sneak up on people and he entered the infirmary without being noticed. Her back was facing him and Daryl took notice of the familiar wings resting on her person.

“You left early” She couldn’t help the smile to emerge on her lips when she felt her other half bring himself directly behind her. He kept his voice low even if the way she pressed up against him confirmed it was only them.

“Had to get the kids back to Michonne.” Y/N smiles setting the last crate of medical supplies they found on the table, feeling his hands find purchase on her hips. “They won’t bother us tonight”

“I don’t think I can wait til tonight” Daryl sighs against her neck as his hot breath caused shivers to crawl down her spine. He slowly brushes her hair out of the way of her neck so that he could place a kiss there, moving from the back of her neck to her shoulder while his other hand moved to her front bringing her more firmly against his person.

She wasn’t objecting, she would argue that she wanted him more given the time apart from one another. Searching for Rick and doing infirmary runs tend to fall on opposite times from when either of them were back home. But recently Daryl has been coming home more often, not because he’s been hitting dead ends…but because a big part of him wanted to remind everyone…who his girl was and that she was only his.

While the archer started to get to work on leaving his mark on her exposed neck, he brought his hand that brought her closer into him…from her stomach to the waist band of her jeans slipping his calloused fingers into her pants and her panties.

But before he even got to her sweet center, Siddiq bursts through making Daryl quickly pull his hand out but still keep close to Y/N as her annoyance started to show.

“Y/N I—-“

“Siddiq. Unless someone is bleeding to death. I don’t want to hear it”

“Uh…Well can it be something around that level?” Siddiq questions as he was completely obvious and or ignoring what the two could be possibly doing for his own concerns.

With a bit of anger brewing in her over the zero time with her partner, Y/N pulled herself away from Daryl seeing the concern look on Siddiq’s face making her calm herself a bit. She pats Daryl’s on the chest giving him an apologetic look telling him he should go so that she could take care of this.

“I’ll be home, whenever you’re done here”

“Give me half an hour…” Y/N pouts to Daryl who couldn’t help himself by kissing the pout off her face before leaving her to attend to Siddiq.

Finally after taking care of a pregnancy scare for Siddiq and his secret lover who Y/N knew was Rosita. She quickly made her way home finding Dog whining at the door to be let in and only knew that Daryl locked him out in hopes he wouldn’t interrupt them in any way. The worse he’d do is bark if he thinks he’s alone for too long.

“You better not block me and my man, Dog. His attention is mine today” Y/N playfully threats as she lets him in watching him immediately go to the couch to lay down. Guess he didn’t want to be in the grass soaking up sun.

Y/N didn’t make it very far when heading upstairs as Daryl heard the front door open knowing it was her, or at least assumed. He met her at the top of the stairs quickly taking her into his arms and pressing his lips firmly against hers. The two ended up against one of the walls completely ignoring the possibility of going straight for the bedroom. They needed the other desperately.

“I—-Need to breathe” Y/N gasps pulling away as he planted his lips to her neck while working on the shirt she was wearing once he got his vest smoothly off her. “Fuck—-Dar, please” She begs, as Daryl knew she wanted more while he finally got the last button on her flannel undone to take it off. Groaning slightly to himself at the tank top that was next.

“Too many layers—“ Daryl groans against her neck pulling away enough to grip the neckline of her tank top.

“No Daryl. Don’t you—-“ then the sound of ripping was made clear as Y/N stopped every movement from her to take in the fact that Daryl was impatient to yknow…bring it over her head. “You owe me a new one”

“Mm. Or next time yea could wear nothin’” Daryl scoffs in a playful manner suddenly lifting her off the ground pinning her more against the wall. Her legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his torso as he held her hips in a bruising grip.

The archer mainly pushed her up so he would be eye level—-or more so mouth level with her breasts. Pressing kisses along her sternum and getting a bit into it with sucking hickeys along the strip making her face flush biting down on the inside of her cheek to contain the excited moans that’d escape her.

Oh but he was going to get those out of her, once he latched his mouth onto her left breast. He felt the strain in his pants when she didn’t hold back on her moans as he tugged gently on her sensitive bud in between his teeth.

“Fuck me. Fuck me, Dixon” Y/N hissed as Daryl pulled his mouth away from her breast setting her down about to work on getting her jeans and panties off next when both froze to a knock on the main door. “For fucks sake—-“

“Nah. I’m done with this bullshit” Daryl groans pulling away from Y/N as he stormed down the stairs quickly approaching the door.

Aaron flinched on the other end when the door swung up showing an angered annoyed Daryl.

“Hey I was—-“

“Is someone dying?”

“No?”

“Did walkers break in?”

“No…”

“Did RJ get his head stuck in the doggy door of Michonne’s place again?”

“Nope”

“Then what’s so fuckin’ important that I can’t have sex with my goddamn girl after not seeing her for a month?”

Wow he’s brutally honest Aaron couldn’t help the embarrassed blush to immediately reach his face when hearing such as he turned around and started to walk away. “I’ll come back…uh…in a few days”

“THANKS” Daryl yells before shutting the door and heading back upstairs not finding Y/N where he left her. But his vest was gone once again…

And her jeans and panties were in the pile of her clothes that he pulled/ripped off of her.

“Hey…”

Daryl quickly looks up from the pile straightening himself noticing his girl standing in the doorway in nothing but his vest.

“You joining me or not, D?” Y/N smirks taking a few steps back into the bedroom watching Daryl bringing himself closer.

“Oh I’m comin’, sunshine”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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bellewintersroe · 2 years ago

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Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader.

Part 6 omggg! Not really too much to warn about in this chapter, mentions of smut and appearance from Max Verstappen who’s innocent asf. Only a short chapter, I’m going to have to wait to upload the rest of the parts when the Hungarian GP is over and done with this weekend so apologies for the small break! I’ll throw in another smut chapter just whilst you all wait <3

@benbarneslut @dinodumbass @ricci-ardo @allabouthappiness After sharing a bed for the past 2 nights, Daniel and y/n fear they’ve been caught out by a fellow Red Bull driver. Daniel jets off to Italy to the AlphaTauri headquarters, leaving them both feeling oddly sad at the parting.

“But you’re excited to be going back?” She smiled, pulling her vest stop back on, “yeah, I can’t wait.” Daniel responded. The pair had been talking away, like always, about Daniels return to F1. “Excited to go to Italy too.” He added on.

“Looks pretty.” The HQ for AlphaTauri was there, so he’d be flying away until he got back to Hungary for the Grand Prix. She couldn’t like she was somewhat saddened that their two day romp had ended. They’d spent the past two nights together. “You ever been?”

“Hm?” She perked, stepping back into her jeans. “Have you ever been to Italy?”

“No, that’s the one place I’m literally desperate to go, every time there’s been a race I’ve some how missed it.” We’ll have to go, Daniel thought a little too quickly.

“Whattt, you’ve never been?!” She smiled at his dorky response. “Never.”

“You’re missing out.” He sat up from the messy bed where they had practically lived the past 48 hours. The bedsheets were dishevelled as he climbed out, grabbing a discarded shirt off the floor. It was 4pm and they’d been in bed, all day. “I know… I gotta go so bad.” She clipped her hair back, revealing the purple and red bruises Daniel had sucked into her neck.

“You’re gonna wanna hide those…” he sheepishly pointed out. As amusing as it was, he also was proud of his markings, very immature, he knew, but it reminded him of the endless pleasure the two brought one another.

“Oh, fuck you, Ricciardo…” ———————————————-

The group of them all sat around in the hotel lobby, relaxing as they waited on their transfer to the airport. It was all civilised conversations until Christian and Geri took the younger three kids to get food whilst y/n chilled with the rest of the people, stretched out on the plush couch. “So, you had a girl round last night?” Max questioned Daniel, nudging his side as both Daniel and y/n felt like they could choke on their own spit. “Huh?” Daniel coyly spoke, whilst she just remained eyeing them both up.

“I heard it all.” Max shrugged, holding up his hands. Daniels face flushed as he couldn’t hold back a laugh, rubbing over his forehead. “Not that was doing that on purpose.” Max grimaced as she pursed her lips, finding the situation all too amusing.

“I mean she seemed to be enjoying herself, so go you.” The Dutch man continued as she couldn’t help but snort out a laugh. “Sorry, I just… I overheard that’s all.” Daniel shot her an amused smile whilst half his face was hid. The eyes she gave him back, mixed with that pretty little smirk was filthy. Daniel wondered if she was glad Max heard, he had no idea that it was her.

When the transfer came, she felt a little disappointed at the small hug she gave Daniel. She’d wished for a kiss or some kinda kind words, but that would’ve been way too obvious. “Have a safe trip.” He muttered to her, hand purposefully giving her back a squeeze, desperate to give her a proper goodbye. He knew he was in way too deep, the fact he felt down about parting from her for a mere week? Worst of all, he’d text her, saying he wished he could give her a real goodbye, something that made her smile to herself and her father to question who was making her giggle like that. “Nobody.” She’d replied, fingers pressing into her keys below. You gave me the best goodbye in the hotel room so idk what you’re talking about Daniel, too, found himself smiling to his phone like a teenager. When his eyes rested on her small picture set to her icon, he felt his heart soften, the smell of her perfume still clinging to his top she’d worn only hours prior. He wore it purposefully.

“Messaging ya girlfriend?” The chaperone cheeked as he glanced up to the Frenchman ahead of him.

“Ah, someone like that…”

#Daniel Ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #f1 x reader #f1 driver x reader #Daniel Ricciardo

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rottenteethcreates · 2 months ago

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I've been struck with the curse and here I give you some of my cowbian OC's (A somewhat serious submission for the contest made by: @drizzledrawings )!! (1,117 wrds)

The cowboy sitting across the booth is disgruntled to find the girl before him eat her hearty breakfast of eggs, potatoes, ham, and bread with needy, unslowing hands. Her chews and swallows accompany this behavior appropriately, as he merely drinks coffee out of a chipped white mug with an obvious grimace. “Men don’t want wives who eat like swines.” He tells her after a long sip taken as he waited for a pause to cut in, but upon no halt appearing, he simply interrupts her digestion.

Slowly, her hawk eyes flicker up, an unnerving sight with her body hunched over the plate like an animal over its prey. She takes periodic chews before swallowing the concoction of flavors whole. Wiping her mouth, she replies, “Maybe that’s how I like it.” With a sarcastic tone, she always seemed to carry. She expects him to depress into a scowl as all the other gents do to responses similar. However, he just snickers, revealing deep-set dimples on his perfectly tanned, brown skin that only makes her respect him less. “You’re a funny kid.” He says, grabbing for a fork on the, rather sticky, pine table before reaching over and stabbing through 3 chopped potatoes. She eyes him for this thievery, but he ignores her entirely and eats it with audible pride. “Tell me Batty,” he begins while still chewing, “How’d you get the name ‘Batty’? I can’t imagine that’s your given, unless your parents were titling you a self-projection.” Then he giggles at his own joke.

Batty scoffs, a grown man of twenty-five, giggling and smiling like the schoolgirls who walked by her in the morning. “And ‘Lark’?” She retorts, “Your parents’ nuts too?”

His posture crawls back against the torn, green cushion of his seat, a tilt dragging his smile down. “Eh, not so much of a story there.” He admits, settling down into a lean against his elbows. “Thomas is my real name, but you don’t gotta tell nobody that.” He mumbles the first quiet thing he’s said since the morning, so Batty refrains from teasing or plain insulting and just nods.

With a long sigh, Batty holds out her hand. “Susan.” She returns, “But call me Susie, and I’ll kill you with this thin fork if I gotta.” She adds to keep the moment level, which, of course, just makes Lark smile again with that goofy grin.

He slaps his rough golden palm against her soft pink, freckled hand. “Nice to meet you, Susan.” He replies with one hearty shake.

She's the first to take her hand away, wiping it against the brown skirt of her entirely mundane attire of a cream button-up shirt with sleeves that puffed up to her mid-arm where the air converges into a thin wrap, a thick leather belt with a masculine silver buckle, and heavy, worn brown boots. Her hands then tap against her now-bouncing knee before they move to the rim of her plate and push it into the middle of the table. A silent, flustered offering of peace to the man who had sat through her nasty responses even though he was the one paying after getting her out of trouble with the stranger she had asked one too many questions about.

His grin was so intoxicatingly sweet, Batty had lost her appetite to the nausea; thus, he got his fair share of the already well-eaten meal.

“I can hear real good.” She says in a deep, hushed tone after a long while of him chewing. He looks up at her with a full mouth and raised brow, so she continues, “Like a bat. That’s why people ‘round here call me ‘Batty.’” Before gradually adding on, “That and I’ve been warned by the sheriff quite a few times for petty crimes and being a ‘general nuisance’.” With a disinterested, twirling finger running over the patterns in the planks of wood curating their table. “Think the only reason I ‘aven’t been arrested yet is ‘cause he’s sweet on me. I don’t know what I possibly could’ve done to cause that reaction, but God knows it’s served me well.” She smirks a little at that thought, the ease in her posture and tone bringing on a smile in Lark too.

“That so?” He inquires with a faux casualty Batty sees right through.

She returns to her stiff seat, hands placed distantly in her lap. “Yeah.” She replies with a long, hard tone. “What’s it to you?”

Lark nods with closed eyes and a considerate grin before swiping a cloth and patting his face; wiping off his hands, he mumbles, “You hear about the thefts ‘round town?” With a flickering gaze, awaiting her reaction.

Of which is returned to him with a hardened glare and tightened arms, “That can’t be you.” She asserts. “They say the perpetrator was unseen by witnesses. You’re too noticeable!” She argues.

“Well, it wasn’t a ghost, was it?” He snickers again as Batty groans, suspecting this invitation to go into the way of a begging sort and ready to be on her feet in a flash, but then he reaches into his corduroy jacket, and Batty stays in nothing less than curiosity. After rummaging through the pocket for a considerable amount of time, each bout of seconds passed testing Batty’s patience but increasing her wonder, he pulls out his clasped fist and slides a small item towards her with a grin that has a glint of something unrecognizable, the likes of which Batty doesn’t enjoy; still, she removes her eyes from his suspicious pleasure to find a silver ring, a real silver ring twirling over a long oval of turquoise.

Batty can’t help her surprise, the reaction coming on so quick she can’t dial back her widening eyes and snatching hands, afterward rolling her shoulders back and throwing a stern glance Lark’s way, though it has no effect on his smug smile. She pinches the ring between her fingers and investigates every inch in an effort to find something to pronounce it fake before accepting defeat and eventually sliding it on her finger, where it loosely hangs, but she pays no mind to that.

“I can teach you how to get more to the likes of that.” He interrupts her delight, nodding his head now covered again by his large brown-hide cutter hat. “Assuming jewelry’s your thing, you seem rather masculine to me under all that dress.” He adds in an honest reply that has Batty swinging her hand to slap the arm holding his head.

Though, as she calms, she looks back at the ring. “Honest?” She asks in the shaken voice of the desperate young woman she really is.

He grins wider than ever before. “Honest.”

Character bios + playlists below!! ↓

Susan 'Batty' Pritchett is a scrappy nineteen year old amateur reporter with a sharp tongue, short temper, and unnatural sense of hearing. Orphaned just a few years prior, she leaves her past behind in a fiery blaze to pursue a life of answers that quickly becomes a life of deceit.

Thomas 'Lark' Casimir is a twenty-five year old "cowboy," who uses his charm, passed-down family tricks, and innate ability to transform into a bat, to supply himself with small wealth and luxuries he can't afford. This was once a job for a trio but when lives were put on the line, he found himself working alone. That is, until finding a young reporter who got herself into a dangerous situation after revealing too much of her eavesdropped information to the wrong man.

(Unmentioned but I'll get to her, I swear!) Samira.. Just Samira, is a suffering twenty year old who finds herself in an uniquely annoying pickle when spotted in her "monstrous" form (going based off a Chupacabra! More so the traditional wrong-lookin' mange dog look than other interpretations), while supplying herself with live food by a nosey reporter who responds to her threats only as invitations. She knows about Batty, has heard about her reputation and wants no part of whatever "off-record" interview she wants to hold but something about her honesty, and something about the true lack of fear she has towards her, keeps her hanging around and gradually, wanting more.

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#cowbians #cowboy #cowbianverse #my ocs #ocs #original writing #writeblr #western #feel like im going to look at this in a few days and take it apart #but for now this is what I got #im tired #but I love them #original character

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retrowitchy · 29 days ago

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hello here is the 2nd chapter of my continuing fic from lenore dove's POV of the night she calls haymitch on the phone !!!!!!!!!! :) :) <3 <3 <3

the law locks up the man or woman who steals the goose from off the common

The Covey house is far walk from the main part of town, but it’s nothing I’m not used to. I am wearing one of my favorite skirts and I'm doing my best to keep it from sweeping the dirt. As I meander down the path, through the tall grass of the Meadow, I think about a time pretty similar to this, except the complete opposite.

“Hey,” I laugh, trying to diffuse my giggles by shushing Haymitch.

“You gotta quit giggling,” he says, cracking up, attempting to cover my mouth with his hand, while I push him away. “You’re gonna get arrested!”

“And so what if I do?” I ask, defiantly and filled with the glee of being out on a late moonlit night with the boy you love. “What can they really do to me?”

“Lots- they can do lots- Lenore Dove, don’t joke about that,” he says, his grin starting to dim. Oh no, I have doused his light- I gotta get it back.

“You know I’m kidding,” I say, cheerfully. That seems to get it to return, ‘cuz his grin is back on.

We move through the tall grass, which sorta acts like a cover. The full moon counteracts that, though, because it’s bright as a white pearl and shining on our faces. If any Peacekeepers happened to be stationed out here, they’d chase us away and we’d have to hightail it or submit ourselves for questioning. But they won’t be- they never are. Besides, it’s too late, and they’re wanting the release of sleep after a long day. Not us, though. In this moment, we’re just a couple of kids happy to be awake and alive.

Pulling his hand, I lead him down the trail and to the clearing where the dirty path starts to blend with old cobblestone. Houses, a few with lights still in their windows, start to pop up, and we’ve almost arrived. Town is a little bit trickier to get through this time of night, because you never know where a Peacekeeper might be, but sneaking around with Haymitch is like taking a dose of liquid courage- not ‘cuz he’s any sort of expert at this necessarily, but ‘cuz two is better than one in cases like these, and because it’s fun to be in love when you’re not even thirteen years old yet.

We do make it through town, though, without any trouble. Lucky us. I lead him to the center of the square.

“Lenore Dove, where the heck are we going??” he asks for the sixth time. I refuse to tell him until I can show him.

“I already told you, you gotta be patient!” I say, in an exclaimed whisper of feigned exasperation, as we head toward the Justice Building. They just set up this fancy stage that they put out every year for the ceremony, but since it’s two in the morning, nobody’s out there to guard it, and I have already noted that there are no security cameras. We stop and stand in front of it.

“So, what, you wanted to show me the spot where a bunch of kids we know get dragged off every year?” he says, skeptical.

“Don’t get smart with me,” I say, kneeling on the ground by the folds of cloth that cover up the metal base of the stage. I lift up the fold to reveal- a little candle and a match. Just the nubby end of a taper candle that nobody wants for the mines. It looks unassuming, like it rolled under there by accident.

“What?” he says, looking for what I personally think is pretty obvious, but he’s a little slower than me sometimes. That’s okay.

I point to the candle, tap the match, close the fold of the stage, and press a finger to my lips.

“What??” he asks again, but this time he’s got some worry in his voice. “Come on, Lenore Dove, don’t play coy, tell me what you’re doing with that.”

“Nah,” I say, with a little devil’s grin creeping up my cheeks. “Can’t tell you. You gotta have deniability.”

“Lenore Dove…” he starts, swallowing.

“Shh,” I tell him. “Not a word. But in two days, during that reaping, there’ll be a little bit of a ruckus.”

I’m pretty certain I’ll get arrested again tonight, and that’s pretty normal for me. It’s why I wore my nicest outfit- I like to show a little dignity when I’m in that cell. But I am even more certain that there will be more than a little bit of a ruckus.

Unlike that night four years ago, there are plenty of white uniforms around. Luckily, District 12 doesn’t have a curfew or anything- the Peacekeepers just get a little skeptical if you’re caught alone at late hours. But I won’t be alone, at least not for long.

I go the long way to the Justice Building, through the Seam instead of cutting through town. Stopping outside a friendly looking little house with sheet moss climbing all over the roof, I readjust my tune box in my arms, freeing up one hand and using two of my fingers to shoot out a sharp, two note whistle. Then I wait expectantly, resting against a tree and watching the window.

Sure enough, a curly brown head pops outside it after a moment. Trusty as mousing cat, Burdock blinks down at me.

“Hey, Lenore Dove. Some of us are in our pyjamas, you know.”

“Sorry to interrupt. But I need your help.”

Burdock doesn’t ask questions, just nods and closes the window. I know he’ll trust me to explain, and I appreciate that about him, that he can recognize when something’s important. He’s always there when you need him.

I finger the raspberry ribbon laced inside the cuff of my jacket. Special, a piece of a person I have the nerve to feel a connection to. I wonder what she’d think of what I’m about to do. I never met Lucy Gray Baird, but somehow I just know deep in my gut she’d like this plan of mine.

The front door to the house creaks open. The Everdeen house sorta slants forward a little, so every time they open that door, the bottom of it sticks in the ground and you have to tug a little to get it back closed. Burdock does just that, as quiet as possible, and then joins me, hands in his pockets. His demeanor is calm and contained, but by the look he’s giving me, I can tell he thinks I might have some kind of update on Haymitch. I wish I did.

“What gives, cuz?”

“Hey. I need you to get some folks over to the Justice Building,” I tell him, solemn-like.

He raises an eyebrow. “How come, something happening over there?”

“Not yet.”

“Well… what should I tell people?”

I think about it.

“Tell them Lenore Dove is about to put on the best damn show of her life.”

#sunrise on the reaping #haymitch abernathy #lenore dove #haydove #the hunger games #burdock everdeen #district 12 #sotr #birdy writes little things

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codenamesazanka · 11 months ago

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What is up with this obsession over the "other half" of Decay. Less so now that Shigaraki is like dead-dead, so I guess it was copium, but still. So Decay was derived from the Overhaul quirk. Okay. It was stripped of the restorative half; then added with the five finger activation and lack of control. By this point, it is its own quirk.

(It's the same with Kurogiri/Shirakumo. Shirakumo's quirk was cloud generation and manipulation; then it got turned into the ability to bend the fabric of space. It's its own quirk at that point.)

I don't see the need for any more connection than that? Decay came from Overhaul - it's an artificial quirk AFO created to be a super dick. That's where Decay came from. It's somewhat fortunate(?) that it wasn't naturally occurring, which means there wasn't some other poor bastard out there who probably also had a tough time with it, but just the fact that it's 'half' the Overhaul quirk makes me wonder if Overhaul didn't at least 'half' a tough time with it as well.

Which btw - the reveal also confirms that AFO and the Doc were also responsible for Overhaul's own early childhood... which no one seems to care about.

Hello??? Shigaraki has to be referred to as groomed and abused and brainwashed every other sentence in order to induce the greatest level of sympathy for him (because apparently otherwise if he ever had any hint of agency or genuine malice at all, fuck him and he's not as much a victim, I guess???), and the orphanage Touya wakes up in has cult vibes where he can't even leave, but Overhaul growing up in such an orphanage is not worthy of attention. Like you gotta wonder how Doc got his hand on Overhaul's quirk - best case scenario it was from a simple blood draw at a routine doctor's check up; worse case scenario is that he was experimenting on these kids, even if subtly.

It's in this orphanage that Overhaul reads about quirks and gets the idea that it's a sickness. Was that somehow from the instruction of the orphanage staff that's under Ujiko's employment? Was it because something happened to Overhaul that caused him to end up in an orphanage? Kid didn't just sprout from the ground - he must have had parents, a family. But here he is, in an orphanage, gloomily reading about quirks while all the other kids are playing outside. Kouta resentfully says quirks are freaky and Deku and the story bends over backwards to prove to him that he's wrong, and violent quirks will save his life, so he should love Heroes; it's obvious that Overhaul hating quirks is a flaw.

Later, it looks like Overhaul would run away from this orphanage too, and then gets picked up by the Yakuza. Luckily it was a very honorable yakuza who treated him with kindness, but listen to that sentence - """"luckily"""" he gets picked up by a nice mobster who raised him. And Overhaul is so affected by this kindness it gives him a devotion that turns twisted. I mean, I think the guy definitely has his own selfish issues, but he really does care about Pops a lot and still thinks of what he's doing as being for Pop's and the Yakuza's sake.

I know no one cares about Overhaul and probably thinks it's even funny he loses his arms and goes half insane in Tartarus, that that's just karma for abusing and medically torturing a little girl, but it's very clear that he didn't start out that way, and if things had been different, he might not have grown up to become a Villain. That's true for nearly all the Villains we see on the story. And that's why there's such a big push to save the League, because of that "if only, if only". They're sympathetic and maybe redeemable.

But unsympathetic and irredeemable villains like Muscular and Overhaul were the best training wheels for Deku to work up to saving Shigaraki. If he can reach out a hand to those freaks, he can do it for not-as-much-a-freak Shigaraki. Even if Deku fails in trying to save Muscular and Overhaul, if he had tried, he could've learned something from those encounters that he could later apply to Shigaraki. But Deku said nope and then crashes when he has to save Shigaraki. Sorry—not even Shigaraki, but the ghost of a Crying Child.

Muscular insists that there's nothing but blood and violence inside of him, so Deku gives up on him because he can't psychically dive into Muscular's head to prove him wrong; later, Shigaraki insists that he overcame the Crying Child and he wants destruction, and fortunately Deku doesn't give up on him, but only because he can psychically dive into Shigaraki's head to prove him wrong - except it's this exact act that brings back AFO and drives the train wreck into the conclusion that is Shigaraki's body crumbling to nothing.

Overhaul begs to see Pops and wants to apologize, demonstrating some tiny broken strand of caring and goodness inside of him, but that's not someone Deku knows or cares about so it means nothing to him except that he can test whether Overhaul is worthy of any measure of forgiveness (and so rewarded by a Pops visit) by apologizing to Eri; later, Shigaraki gets his hatred smashed but stays the leader to the League, and Deku seems flummoxed by this, while using his last words to the guy he wanted to save to yammer on about not forgiving him and ending the cycle of sadness by stopping Shiagarki.

(Plus like. Overhaul has hurt sooooo many people other than Eri. He used and manipulated many of the Shie Hassaikai too. But once again, none of them are people Deku knows or cares about so they don't matter and they don't need an apology.)

This got really off topic because it started out about people focused on the Overhaul-Decay then turned into a Deku rant (only semi-sorry), but. Actually maybe not. People only care about the Overhaul-Decay thing because the Overhaul quirk might bring Shigaraki back, because Shigaraki deserves it; meanwhile the actual holder of the Overhaul quirk is ignored, because Overhaul doesn't deserve any comeback, or anything at all. It's really just people only caring about certain Villains because they personally like them and feel sorry for them. Which is fine! Go have your blorbo.

But like, ironically, caring only about your villain blorbo's situation in the context of the wider story, when discussing the story using the context of abuse and marginalization and who is deserving of saving, is the same as what Deku and Hawks did - singling out one victim out of many as worthy of being saved, and condemning every other Villain. And how did that turn out for Deku and Hawks?

#of course my interpretation can be and is probably totally wrong #watch me next chapter when it turns out muscular and overhaul were not supposed to be training wheels at all #and none of this was the intent #point still stands tho #either you save everyone or you'll be saving no one #nalslastworkingbraincell #sorry for the 5 am rant #it's posted at 7 am but i wrote it at 5 am

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renae-the-turtle · 6 months ago

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I saw your trolls au where Branch raises Coooer and I wanted to know.......could you please info dump on it??? I'm all ears! :3

OK first of all I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this, it's been literal months lol

I'd be happy to infodump about it, and I finally have time!!!

Putting it under the cut just in case this gets really long lol

So I got the idea for this AU because of a fanart I saw on pinterest. It seemed to be concept art for a Broppy au with the pairing trope of kindergarten teacher × single parent, with Poppy as the teacher, obviously, since that's canon, and Branch as the single parent. I couldn't tell who the kid under Branch's arm was, and assumed it was an OC (I later figured out it was probably Keith from the TV show).

But this made me think about how I would do such an AU, because I like to try and avoid using OCs in fanfiction, especially for any major role in the story. It's just more fun to think about which canon characters, no matter how minor, could fill the roles I need.

Anyway, somehow I came to the conclusion that I would take one of the main cast from the first movie and de-age them. At first I considered Biggie for some reason, but then I realized that Cooper already has a very childlike personality, so he's easier to imagine as a child... and then I recalled his backstory that was revealed in the second movie...

See, Cooper's egg fell from the sky and landed amongst the pop trolls, and I get the distinct impression that this was after the escape from the Troll Tree, both because of the forest-looking background in the flashback, and just sorta from the way Cooper tells the story. And since the first movie takes place on the twentieth anniversary of their escape from the Bergens, this means that Cooper is less than 20 years old, and is therefore a teenager in the first movie. Which honestly makes so much sense for how he acts.

I also headcanon that he as ADHD, though. With the way he frequently seems to space out and miss parts of conversations, or just doesn't follow along with what someone said, the way he makes weird connections between what's going on and something random... and he's pretty easily distracted... as someone who actually has ADHD, it seems pretty obvious once I thought to look for it! And I will be writing this headcanon into my comic.

I might as well get into the little bit of plot I've got for the movies, though it's just vague ideas, really.

For the first movie, I'm actually not certain what I'm gonna do... should Cooper be one of the ones taken or not? It would make Branch way more fired up to go get them back, and just generally more emotional and snappy throughout the whole thing, but on the other hand I've still gotta get through how actually raising Cooper changes Branch... like, technically the point of this is to force him to interact with Poppy more prior to canon events because she's Cooper's teacher lol. So idk about the first movie.

But the second one! Branch is either more or less paranoid and I'm not sure which is better lol, but he'll be a lot more prepared before leaving with Poppy on her impulsive quest, because he's gotta make sure his son is taken care of while he's gone. Cooper is only 5 and obviously isn't gonna come with them, that'd be stupid!!! ...unfortunately for Branch, Cooper listened in on the meeting, and snuck out of bed to follow his dad, heard him talking to Poppy, and since he both doesn't want his dad to leave him (trauma from the first movie????) and wants to find out where he came from... Cooper sneaks onto the balloon lol. Biggie might not even come with them, idk. Or maybe I'd have DJ Suki come with just cuz I like her and it's a shame she wasn't in the second and third movies. Idk.

Anyway this means I get to draw baby Prince D as well!!! Cooper doesn't get to the funk trolls before Branch and Poppy because he's traveling with them! The King and Queen haven't been searching for as long as in canon, and oooo boy there's gonna be drama lol. Because technically the funk trolls have a right to keep Cooper??? And Cooper isn't an adult or mostly-adult who can make his own decisions about where to live??? I mean, at the time, Cooper and D are just excited to meet each other. And there's a rock apocalypse to stop. And Cooper wasn't supposed to be along in the first place because this quest is no place for a small child.

Anyway yeah, the second movie is gonna be so fun to write with an adhd five year old along for the ride lol.

Third movie, Cooper might not even be in it, or he might take the place of Tiny, idk yet. I think I'm leaning more towards Cooper staying with the funk trolls for the duration of the movie events as some sort of split custody thing so Cooper can get to know his twin and bio parents??? But. This means that Bruce is not the only Brozone member to have become a dad during the split. ;3

And I think it'd be so funny if Branch and Poppy don't mention Cooper, or at least don't refer to him as Branch's son, until they get to Vacay Island, and Bruce mentions how becoming a father really changed him, and Branch can say something like, yeah, I know what you mean. And John Dory gets a double shock because what???? Spru– Bruce is a father??? And SO IS BRANCH???? WHAT??? Hahahahahaha!!!! It's gonna be hilarious >:3

Anyway, cue Branch and Bruce gushing over their kids, Branch showing photos of Cooper, someone asking if/implying that Cooper is Branch and Poppy's kid, the silly flustered denials because they may be dating but they are NOT ready to have that talk yet lol (it's an understandable assumption tho bc Poppy and Cooper are a similar shade of pink and Cooper does have that bright blue hair and at this point Branch and Poppy are obviously together so???)

OK so that was in fact a long rant as I expected, hope you enjoyed, and thanks for the ask!! I won't be working on the comic until after Christmas because it's gift-making time and I have. Two months. To make at least 6 presents. Aaahhh.

#little family of weirdos #dw trolls #dw trolls au #asks #answered asks #rant #info dump #little family of weirdos spoilers #sorta #none of this is concrete #trolls cooper #trolls branch #trolls world tour #trolls band together #little family of weirdos au #LFoW asks

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my-rewrite-academia · 2 months ago

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Week 15 (Internships - Part 2)

Mount Lady

Izuku leaves in the early morning to get to Toyama from Musutafu, where Mount Lady is located. He goes in his casual clothing, with his hero costume in his backpack. As he waits on the train, he messages the class group chat, which Shouto finally joined before the Internships started. It's just over two hours to get there, so he has a lot of time.

While many of his classmates respond, he notices that Tenya is online but doesn't respond to anything, even when he usually would. Such as Denki or Mina jokingly saying they'd do something dangerous, or the banter between others. Tenya would usually reprimand Denki or Mina, or step in if he thought someone was going too far with their banter. He doesn't.

Izuku messages him, asking if he's okay. He gets no response. Ochako and Izuku text each other about it, as she is also ghosted by him. In the end, they can't do anything but worry about Tenya's state of mind, as Ochako arrives in Chiba and Izuku waits to arrive in Toyama.

Two hours pass, and Izuku leaves the train. Mount Lady, during her twelve months of being active, never really associated with any hero agency, though she isn't an independent hero, like Miruko is. She often collaborates with other heroes, and gets along well with them, from what she's shown in interviews and in the public eye. That being said, it isn't really surprising that she has Izuku show up to, not an establishment or a dojo, but to her living quarters - a modest house with two bedrooms and two floors.

He knocks, waits, knocks again, waits, and it's on the third knock that the door is finally answered. Mount Lady opens the door, curses under her breath, having forgotten that today was the day of the internships, and invites an honestly somewhat confused Izuku inside. She's also not wearing her costume, dressed in pyjamas. It's a bit concerning.

Mount Lady yawns, asking Izuku to make her some tea. Still confused and, well, underwhelmed, Izuku makes the tea almost mindlessly, wondering if this is some sort of test. He gives the tea, sits down, and waits. As he does, he looks around.

Her house is a mess. No other way to put it. Laundry is thrown all over the place, a small stack of plates in the sink and on the table, rubbish all over the floor and around the full bin. The shoe shelf by the entrance is a mess, and there's muddy footprints on the floorboards. Mount Lady herself is a mess, her eyes baggy, hair all over the place, and he's pretty sure he can see bruises underneath her clothes.

It's a mess. Plain and simple.

After minutes pass of nothing but Mount Lady sipping tea, Izuku finally asks, "Why did you request me?"

Mount Lady shrugs. "I felt like it."

"Not many people would request the quirkless kid on a whim, regardless of placement."

"They haven't seen you in proper action," she shoots back, smiling behind her cup. Izuku jumps. She reveals that she still remembers him from the Sludge Villain incident. Despite how she scolded him back then, she was grateful all the same that he pointed out such an obvious flaw in her battle tactics. Even if he didn't mean to, he made her realise that she was relying on her quirk way too much, just by telling her to shrink down. "You're smart. Makes me wonder what else you could make me realise."

Izuku is not-so-quietly freaking out about this. That he made such an impact on a hero he met just once. Plus, he's not that smart. He's just weird, and notices all those small details. It's not being smart, it's just being a creep. He says as much and Mount Lady sighs, before tapping the top of his head with her cup.

"You calling me an idiot?"

"N-No! I would never–"

"'Cause it would have taken me a lot longer to realise that I didn't need to rely on my quirk to fight." Izuku pauses. Mount Lady continues, "Your self-confidence is shit, kid. You gotta work on that." Izuku falls quiet again, head bowing down. He knows. He knows he isn't exactly confident, even if he has his moments. But it isn't as easy as telling himself he's worth it.

Mount Lady knows this too, and instead changes the topic. She acknowledges this is a pretty awkward setting, then introduces herself. Mount Lady; her real name is Takeyama Yuu. She isn't exactly sure how internships really work, but she'll start by taking Izuku out patrolling with her, finding a spare set of communicators for Izuku. It's an earphone. A tap to the earphone opens the line, another tap closes it. Izuku wears it, and follows Mount Lady out.

The patrol is more bland than Izuku thought it would be. The first hour has them doing little-to-nothing, apart from interacting with a few fans. Selfies are taken, and Izuku avoids saying his hero name for the most part. The first crime is two hours in, and they come across a guy who snatches a purse.

Mount Lady rushes after him, while Izuku really only tags along for observation. The guy has a smoke quirk, (we'll call him 'Smokey'), and Izuku notices how he can't control the direction of the smoke, and the smoke makes many civilians cough. The closer they get to Smokey, the more affected they are, some even falling to the ground.

He opens the comms and tells Mount Lady this, theorising that disturbing the windflow will disrupt Smokey's quirk. Mount Lady hesitates for a moment, but ultimately takes his advice, growing somewhat bigger and using her now-enlarged hands to fan the smoke away. She then tells Izuku to get a hit on Smokey while she gets rid of the smoke.

Izuku, flustered and excited, does as told, rushing in faster and slamming his sheathe into Smokey's gut. Mount Lady uses the chance to jump in and deliver the final hit, rendering Smokey unconscious. They wait for the police to arrive, Mount Lady greeting fans and Izuku trying to hide away from the attention.

After everything is cleared up, Smokey is arrested, and the purse is returned, Mount Lady and Izuku manage to escape the crowd and find refuge in a fast food place, where they spend about twenty minutes on break, before returning to patrolling around. Mount Lady explains that interns can only join in battle if their 'teacher', so to speak, is present and has given permission.

They stop three other minor crimes, and the patrol is over after six hours and a short, twenty minute break every two hours.

They return to Mount Lady's house, and they're both exhausted. Izuku's legs hurt after all that walking, and his muscles ache from the four short chase-fights they'd been in. Mount Lady gives Izuku permission to crash on her couch, tells him to grab anything from the fridge if he's hungry, and goes to her room to take a nap before her night patrol.

Izuku wants to take her up on that offer, but the couch is as messy as everything else. He thinks about how tiring just one patrol was, and how there was another patrol to come later on. To his research, Mount Lady doesn't take days-off. Maybe she'll skip morning or night patrol, but she's busy doing other things, such as interviews, marketing, ads, photoshoots.

As he sits on the couch, taking in the dirty house around him, he thinks about how naive he is. He's always known that heroics wasn't an easy career, but he never really thought about how it would affect his private life, aside from being recognised in public. He's never thought about how hard it would be to take care of yourself and your home with how tiring just a mostly-uneventful patrol is.

Messages ping on his phone – from his friends, probably. But he keeps staring at the mess around him, thinking about how Mount Lady lives like this because she can't bring herself to be any cleaner, thinking about how tired he is and how tired she must be, and he thinks about how he wants to be a hero to help and save people.

So, he goes to Mount Lady's closet, finds cleaning supplies, and decides that he can forgo a nap if it means he can help her.

Mount Lady wakes up three hours later, around six in the afternoon, to a clean house and a passed-out Izuku on her couch. It's the first time her house has been clean in months. The sight alone nearly makes her cry, but she stomps it down, and instead decides that she'll treat the kid with her very own, (pretty decent), cooking.

To Hosu!

Night patrol came with two more crimes than in the morning. Mount Lady explains that crimes happen more during the night, and it's also when Underground Heroes tend to work the most. Limelight Heroes work the night too, but mostly in the busy areas and without any subtlety.

Day two comes around. Morning patrol for Mount Lady and Izuku goes pretty much the same as the previous morning patrol. They run across a few crimes, Izuku gives his analysis and advice, and Mount Lady deals with the threat. Once again, Izuku manages to keep his hero name a secret, especially as people are far more invested in Mount Lady than a kid they've never seen before.

Back in her home, Mount Lady and Izuku take a short nap, and Izuku wakes up first. With nothing much to do, he pays back Mount Lady by cooking a small meal, with the TV on in the background. As he cooks, he hears the NEWS speak of Stain.

Stain, true to his title, always leaves his mark, branding the heroes he targets with two, intersecting blades. More often than not, he leaves his victims alive. The first time, anyway. After a few months, the heroes he brands either retire, admit to a big scandal, or they're killed. The method of death always ends up being blood loss, via sharp weapons. Though, there have been cases in which they die from blunt trauma or shock. Either way, each of his victims have two gashes on their torso, like an ×.

As the NEWS plays, Mount Lady wakes up after smelling the food cooking, and walks in as Izuku begins to mutter, hands moving unconsciously as he cooks. He mumbles about Stain's patterns, how he tends to mark or kill three heroes per prefecture, then moves onto the next one, again and again, until he circles back around to kill or confirm his victim's actions. In Hosu, he's only marked two. There's a high likelihood he'll return to claim two other victims, or to kill one. And, if he recalls correctly, the hero Native had been marked by Stain three months ago, and he patrols in Hosu.

Mount Lady approaches Izuku from behind and interrupts his mumbling with, "Then, I know where we're patrolling tonight!"

Izuku shrieks and nearly turns around to hit her, but she easily catches his arm. She smiles, leans in, and says, "While we're on the train, you should tell me more about your Stain theories."

"T-Train?"

"Yup! We're going to Hosu!"

"… Huh!?"

Conflicting Ideologies

As in canon, Stain is brought to the League. He's stalking Native when it happens, thinking to himself about how it's heroes like him that bring a bad name to heroism. As he watches Native leave his agency, a purple portal appears beneath him, and he lands in the bar.

His first instinct is to attack. Kurogiri attempts to protect Tomura, but Stain notices the metal brace and figures out there's a body underneath the purple fog. Aiming for the arm, Stain manages to cut Kurogiri and paralyses him in an instant. Tomura lunges out, and Stain dodges his arm, stabbing his shoulder with his katana and pinning Tomura to the ground, paralysing him for good measure.

"Why did you bring me here?" Stain asks, and Tomura snickers despite how his shoulder hurts.

"I want you to join us, Stain," he says, with much difficulty considering he's mostly paralysed. He says that he also wants to kill heroes, that they were the ones to break into U.A., and he wants Stain to join their cause.

In response, Stain asks what the cause is. Tomura repeats himself, confused, because he just said it, didn't he? But Stain only pushes his sword in more, ignoring how Kurogiri calls out for Tomura. "You misunderstand and underestimate my goal. I do not wish to kill heroes. I wish to rid heroism of the corruption it holds. If killing those fakes is what it takes, then that is what I'll do. So, I ask you once more. What is your cause, Shigaraki Tomura?"

Tomura's eyes are wide, crazed. "I want to destroy what I hate. The hero system that hurts people like me. The earnest heroism that makes me sick." He grins. "I want to kill All Might."

Stain reacts instantly, grabbing a knife and pointing the tip at Tomura's neck. "Then, we shall never see eye-to-eye. All Might is one of the only true heroes in this wretched society!" He pushes the blade into Tomura's neck, making him hiss. Kurogiri calls out to him. As Stain begins to carve, the symbol many corrupt heroes wear or wore, Tomura's hand comes up, grabbing Stain's knife and decaying it.

He can move.

Stain is taken back, realising that Tomura must be a type O, and is taken aback once more when Tomura grabs his wrist. Stain reacts quickly enough, ripping his arm out of his grip, pulling his katana out of Tomura's shoulder, and backs away, prepared to fight.

But, Tomura grabs onto his bleeding shoulder, and only tells Kurogiri to send Stain back. Stain tells Tomura that his cause is pathetic and ultimately worthless, spotting images of Izuku and All Might on the bar table, before Kurogiri finally regains his mobility and sends Stain away. Back to Native's agency. Stain moves, intent on finding Native once more.

In the bar, Tomura asks 'Sensei' if his toys are ready. They are.

Hero Killer: Stain

Tenya goes to Manual's agency. Manual knows, okay? He knows that Stain always targets three people before moving on, and he's only gotten two people. One of which was Ingenium, Tenya's older brother. It's not a reach at all to recognise that Tenya chose him, out of many, because he's based in Hosu. He tells Tenya that revenge clouds judgement, and it will only harm him in the long run. Faced by this, Tenya agrees, but his eyes tell a different story, full of rage. And Manual can't save a person who doesn't want to be saved, so he can only keep an eye on him.

They patrol, morning turning to night. As the sky turns dark, several things happen at once.

Fire erupts to the East, people screaming as they evacuate. Large, hulking monsters drop from purple portals, at several locations. Heroes in the area rush to fight off the threat. Endeavour, too, is there, and Shouto is with him. Using his fire. Finally, Tenya disappears.

On the train to Hosu, where Mount Lady and Izuku are, a flying beast appears, breaking through the train. Mount Lady reacts instantly, tackling the beast out and growing to fight it. Izuku recognises it as a Noumu – different from the one in the USJ, but terrifying all the same. He has no idea if it has the same quirks as the USJ Noumu, but he lists them off to Mount Lady anyway, leaping out of the train as it comes to a stop, using whatever he can to scale down safely.

Izuku realises that Tenya's gone after Stain. He needs help, and Izuku decides he will be Tenya's help, but not before telling Mount Lady to go for the exposed brain.

In the centre, Izuku arrives, just as Manual appears, yelling out for 'Iida'. It takes a moment. Maybe two.

He pieces it together: Tenya's odd silence, his cold, angry eyes, his odd choice of internship, his attitude, his behaviour. It was something he didn't want to think about, but with Tenya's suspicious absence, he can't avoid it any longer. Tenya's after Stain. And Izuku won't let him go through this alone.

He turns around, scaling to the rooftops for a better view, mind rushing, calculating Stain's patterns, where the heroes branded or killed were found, comparing it to a mental map of Hosu's streets. There are only three streets as narrow as the ones his previous victims were found, and two of them are by the big fight – something Stain would avoid due to the attention and people there. Location found. Now, he can only hope he gets there in time.

A few minutes prior, Tenya came to the same conclusion, having spent the past week researching Stain's patterns thoroughly. With his speed quirk and the distraction provided by the Noumu's, Tenya finds Stain with a relative amount of ease.

Rage floods his being. Tensei's neck flashes, that brand searing into his mind, and he hates, hates, hates. It's not a career-ending injury. Tensei can recover and return to heroism. But, the fact alone that he was targeted did more than enough. Ever since it got to the public, people everywhere have been talking about it. About how Ingenium must have done something bad to deserve Stain's attention. People are already calling Tensei a corrupt hero, that he probably deserved being attacked, that it was only a matter of when.

Tensei can still perform as a hero. But the damage has been done. People are calling him a fake. All because Stain targeted him. Branded him. That damage can never be undone.

It is with this rage that Tenya finds Stain, seeing him and only him. He rushes in, kicking at Stain, only for Stain to slash at him with his katana, knocking Tenya's helmet off. Stain tells him to get lost, as he's not after a child wearing a suit.

Tenya's rage grows, realising Stain doesn't even see him as a threat. He glares up at him, and Stain recognises the anger in his eyes, warning Tenya that, in certain scenarios, even children will become his target.

Pushing himself up, Tenya glowers at him, teeth grinding. "Listen up…! I am the little brother of a hero you targeted. A hero who did no wrong! He cannot be here to take you down, so I shall take revenge for him! Do not ever forget this name: Ingenium! For it is the name of the hero who will take you down!"

Stain looks at him, twisting his head. "I see… Die."

Tenya rushes in once more, aiming for Stain's head with a powered kick. Stain easily twists out of the way, regarding such a fatal move as unbefitting of a hero. Tenya yells at him to shut up and try to punch him, only for Stain to cut his forearm, but Tenya, simply reacting to the pain of being cut, accidentally hits Stain's hand, making the blade fly away.

While inconvenient, Stain is unbothered, simply grabbing another blade and rushing once more. But, Tenya has experience with a talented blade wielder, and is able to dodge many more of his slashes, though it comes close many times, his armour taking the brunt of many slices, scratching and chipping away at it.

Eventually, Stain is able to get a hit in, sending Tenya to the ground. He brings the blade to his tongue, and Tenya is paralysed. With a foot on Tenya's head, Stain begins to lecture Tenya, asking him if he even questioned why he targeted Tensei. Tenya merely states that there is no reason.

Stain laughs, "You must be ignorant, or as corrupt as your fake brother."

"Shut your mouth!" Tenya snaps. "My brother is a splendid hero! He did nothing to deserve such cruelty! I'll kill you!"

"Save him first." For the first time, Tenya notices Native, shoulder bleeding sluggishly. Stain glares down at him. "That's the problem with you fakes. So egotistical, you can't even do your job and save people. No, you put yourself first. At the end of the day, you only care for yourself." Stain raises his blade over Tenya's neck. "I'll get rid of you now. Perhaps your death will do good for your revolting brother."

Tenya shakes, eyes flooding with tears. "Shut up! No matter what you say…! You'll always be a rotten criminal who hurt my brother!"

Stain swings down.

Izuku's heart is thumping wildly, eyes darting all around the place, trying to find the alley as fast as he can, nearly falling off the rooftops in his flurry. He can't let Tenya do this, fall into a darker path or march to his death. He can't. He can't, he can't, he–

He spots a glint.

Safety be damned, he jumps down, using the narrow space to get down with relative safety. Stain raises his katana above Tenya's neck, and Izuku lands, katana out, knocking against Stain's blade. His ankles and knees sting from such a feat, but he manages to get Stain's katana away from Tenya's neck.

Stain reacts, slashing at Izuku, only for him to block it. Izuku kicks out, sending Stain away and keeping his katana trained on him. Behind him, Tenya yells, "Mi– Kyou!? What are you doing here!?"

Izuku smiles. "What does it look like? I'm here to save you!"

Stain cocks his head. "Such a nice statement. Unfortunately, it is my duty to kill these men and purge the world of fake heroes. If you get in my way… naturally, the weak will be culled."

Izuku shivers. Tenya calls out to him once more, telling him to just run away, as he's paralysed by Stain's quirk. At first, Izuku figures he could grab Tenya and run, but he spots Native and realises he can't leave with two people, especially with Tenya's heavy armour.

He holds his katana in one hand, pointing it towards Stain and angling his body away, hiding his hand as he pulls his phone out and sends his location to the group chat. "I want to be a hero, I-ngenium. You can't expect me to abandon you now!"

"No! This has nothing to do with you!"

"And!?" Izuku pockets his phone once more, holding his katana with both hands once more. "So what if it has nothing to do with me? I'm not a hero yet, but I could never be one if I stayed out, just because I'm not part of whatever this is!" He levels his katana towards Stain, his grin wobbly but a grin nonetheless. "If I get hurt because I decided to save you, then that's fine by me!"

And Stain?

Stain grins.

The battle starts, Izuku matching Stain's blade with his own, straining against the shocking amount of strength in Stain's swing. Tenya lays on the floor, only able to watch as Izuku and Stain fight. Frustratingly, he notices that Izuku's a better match for Stain, possibly due to their matching weapon choices. Their swords clang together, metal scratching upon metal. Unlike the Sports Festival, Izuku's blade is not blunted.

But, as skilled as Izuku is, Stain has far more experience. It takes only a few seconds, less than a minute, for Stain to get the upper hand. Izuku slashes up, and Stain ducks down, moving his katana and slicing it against Izuku's abdomen. It doesn't go too deep, but it's enough to draw some blood, and Izuku falls to the ground, paralysed. As he falls, he notices Stain bring his sword away from his tongue, and realises it's not from being cut, but from him licking blood.

Stain marches over to Tenya, stating that there are dozens, hundreds of fakes in hero society, and it is rare to see anyone who isn't just talk. He will allow Izuku to live, as there is worth in doing so. However, for Native and Tenya, they shall be culled tonight. Stain raises his blade above Tenya once more, Izuku screaming for him to stop, to no avail.

As Tenya shuts his eyes, a blast of fire erupts towards Stain.

Shouto had been with Endeavour. There was only one reason why he chose to intern with his father. As horrid of a person he is, a worse father, Endeavour was a good and efficient hero. The best to learn how to use his fire from. He will never like Endeavour, never love him, but he can't deny his expertise.

Ever since the Sports Festival, since Izuku saved him, he's been paying closer attention to his classmates. He notices how Izuku still flinches at contact, how Ochako's tone is a bit too-sweet sometimes, how Momo portrays confidence but folds at challenges, how Yuuga rarely if ever speaks of himself. He notices how angry and cold Tenya's eyes are. How Tenya looked just as Shouto did before Izuku's interference.

He knows without asking that Tenya is suffering, and his silence only makes it worse. He knows that Tenya needs saving.

He goes to Hosu with Endeavour, and it becomes rampant with three Noumu's. For a moment, he's scared, remembering how strong the Noumu was in the USJ. But, Endeavour superheats one, and it falls dead. Its weakness is fire, he realises. In the same moment, he also realises that, if he used his fire in the USJ, Aizawa, Mic, and Izuku could have been spared so much pain.

Before he can really delve into that, his phone pings. The group chat he finally joined the week before. Izuku sends only his location. It takes a moment, before he realises it's in Hosu, where he is, and he turns. He finds a hero, telling them the location Izuku sent to him and requesting immediate back-up. Then he chases after Izuku, praying he'd get there in time.

And he does. Just as Stain tries to kill Tenya, he shoots his flames out at him, forcing Stain to back-up, then creating a platform of ice, catching Tenya, Izuku, and Native, sliding them all behind him, narrowing the street even further in the process. Izuku warns Shouto that Stain ingests blood to paralyse people, and Shouto decides that he can fight long-range. At least, so long as Stain doesn't figure out how to shatter his ice like Izuku did.

At that moment, Stain throws a knife, cutting Shouto's arm and drawing blood. He then throws his katana up, distracting Shouto momentarily, and Stain comes in, trying to lick the blood. Shouto sets his side on fire, making Stain back-up once more.

They're woefully outmatched. But they can't back down now. As Shouto fights, relying mostly on his quirk, Izuku's hand twitches, and he realises he can get up. Stain gets the drop on Shouto, and Izuku leaps in, arm blade released as he blocks Stain's katana, then kicks him away. Izuku then theorises that he can move either because Stain's quirk lessens the more people he paralyses, or a difference in blood types.

Stain confirms that it's blood type, though knowing so doesn't do much. Izuku asks Shouto to provide long-range back-up while he fights upfront, tapping his communicator and asking for back-up from Mount Lady. Tenya, once again, begs them to leave, only for Shouto to yell at him that they can't. They will save Tenya, Native, and themselves. If Tenya really wants them to go away, then he should stand up and make them.

"Look closely at the hero you want to be!"

Tenya hates. He hates a lot. He hates that he's so weak, hates that he can only watch as his friends put their lives on the line for him. He hates that Tensei's career has been so thoroughly damaged, and he can't do anything about it. He hates that he's the reason his friends may die.

Izuku battles Stain up-close, switching his style to more offensive than defensive. Shouto provides ample long-range back-up, sending wave after wave of fire and ice. Stain isn't so phased, managing to dodge Shouto's attacks while keeping Izuku away.

Then Stain manages to cut Izuku's arm, and he's down once more. As soon as Izuku goes down, he charges at Shouto and his katana is so close to slicing his arm clean-off and–

Tenya moves. A recipro burst, his foot slamming against Stain's katana at the side, snapping it cleanly in half. Mobility regained, he apologises to Shouto and Izuku once more, then states that he'll make up for his wrongdoings by making sure they come out alive.

Stain rejects this idea, believing that it takes far more for one to rid themselves of their corruption. Izuku, on the floor, puts it together. Why Stain brands his victims and returns within three months. He gives them a chance. A chance to come clean about their corruption and to show palpable change. That's why many of his victims either lose their careers, confess to their wrongdoings and change, or they stay silent and are thus killed.

Shouto rebukes Stain too, as it took one stubborn kid to change his entire worldview, and change for the better.

In Izuku's comm, Mount Lady finally responds, telling him she's on her way with back-up. Izuku relays this information, and Stain moves faster and stronger. Tenya takes a throwing knife to his arm for Shouto, and Shouto sends a sharp pillar of ice at Stain, who cuts it but is forced back.

Tenya hates himself thoroughly at the moment, but he'll hate himself more if he allowed his friends to come to harm and he did nothing. He asks Shouto to cool down his engines, just as Izuku regains mobility. Stain rushes, and they all notice how frantic he seems.

But, of course, he's frantic. He failed to kill Native, failed to kill Tenya. It's a three-v-one scenario, and he knows there are heroes on their way. He has to hurry.

Izuku pushes himself up, arm bleeding sluggishly, and it hurts to hold his katana, but he has to push himself. If he stops now, then they may not leave alive. He jumps from wall to wall, scaling up.

Shouto readies his fire, building a platform of ice for Tenya at the same moment. His arm hurts too, but it's nothing right now.

Tenya's engines burst, and he uses Shouto's platform to fly up. Stain swings down at him, but Izuku drops down at him, cutting into Stain's wrists. Tenya kicks right into Stain's ribs. Shouto fires, searing Stain's face.

The three of them drop down, and Shouto readies himself once more, Izuku and Tenya shooting to their feet and–

Stain is down. Unconscious.

They nearly collapse from the relief.

They find some rope in a garbage bin, tying Stain up with it. Native remarks on how useless he was the entire fight; more of a liability than anything. He decides that he never wants to go through with that again, and he'll turn himself into the police along with Stain.

Tenya asks Native why Stain marked him and tried to kill him, and Native confesses that he's been protecting a drug ring. He didn't want to let go of the money or his career, which was his undoing. Stain was right about him.

Izuku, Shouto, and Tenya are all affronted by this, but Native has said that he'll turn himself in for his crimes, so there's nothing they can do.

As they leave the alley, Mount Lady, Manual, and Endeavour's sidekicks arrive. Manual scolds Tenya for leaving him, while Mount Lady frets over Izuku. She holds him up, trying to check for all his injuries, accidentally opening the cut on his torso further. As she apologises for doing so, a claw comes down, wrapping over Izuku and taking him away.

Mount Lady thought she had finished it – its brain was bleeding from her punch, after all, some of the blood flying from it and landing on her cheek. She begins to grow in order to chase after it, only for a tongue to lick the blood off her cheek, paralysing the Noumu.

Stain leaps, his wrists screaming in pain as he both grabs Izuku and stabs the Noumu in the brain. It falls, and Izuku is free, though underneath Stain's foot.

"The fakes who call themselves heroes… And the criminals who aimlessly throw their power around… They are all my targets, who shall be culled. All of this… is for a just world!" Izuku struggles under his foot, trying to get away from him. Stain's mask falls, his eyes wide with wrath.

Endeavour comes around the corner, searching for the flying Noumu. He sees Stain, and grins, knowing that this will contribute to his fame.

Stain's eyes widen further, bloodlust rising at the sight of him. "ENDEAVOUR!"

Everyone. I mean, everyone, freezes, trembling for Stain's fearsome rage.

"Another fake! Someone… Someone must stain themselves in his blood. The word 'hero' must be restored!" He steps forward, and Endeavour steps back. "COME! JUST TRY IT! YOU FAKES! THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN KILL ME IS ALL MIGHT!"

And nobody moves, less it's to fall on their asses. Stain, alone, stands strong, demanding that these fakes dare try to take him down.

Upon a rooftop, Tomura watches, wondering what the hell Stain was doing. He sighs and, as he does, Stain turns. To his direction. Tomura shivers, scratching his neck.

Before he knows it, Stain is scaling up walls, and he's suddenly in front of Tomura, knife branded. He tries to cut Tomura's neck, only to fall flat with his injured wrists. "Hear me now, Shigaraki Tomura!" he yells, gaining the attention of the shock-still heroes on the ground. "Your cause is weak! Useless! The boy you target is a true hero, and he will not be killed for such a worthless cause. I will come back for you, and I will stain myself with your dirty blood!"

Stain gets away. Heroes chase after him, after the blood trail his wrists leave.

They lose him.

Aftermath

In the hospital, Izuku, Tenya, and Shouto share a room, each of them with a scar on their arms. It's a bit ironic.

Tenya, once again, apologises for allowing his hatred to blind him, and thus putting them in harm's way. Shouto waves it off, and Izuku immediately forgives him. They reckon that Stain allowed both Izuku and Shouto to live, at first, only cutting deeper when he was getting desperate. By all accounts, they should not have survived that attack.

Shouto notices scars on Izuku's arm that weren't there before, and Izuku reveals that they're from the Sports Festival. Shouto feels guilty at first, but Izuku forgives him easily. A physical scar is nothing compared to healing Shouto's mental scars.

Tenya reveals that his left hand, the one he used to protect Shouto and take that throwing knife, has nerve damage. While their society is now at a point where they can heal damaged nerves and perform surgery on them, he will leave them until he can view himself as a true hero. Izuku and Shouto decide that they'll also keep their scars, despite being able to get rid of them, to help Tenya on his journey.

Tenya deliberates on Stain. Native has already turned himself in, and the drug ring he protected is being taken care of. Many of Stain's previous victims also had a tendency to turn themselves in. In that case, what did that mean for Tensei? He never asked Tensei why Stain hurt him. He just assumes his brother would never do anything wrong.

Before he can really think about it, the door opens.

Mount Lady and Manual come in, followed by Chief Tsuragamae Kenji, of the police department. He commends them on holding their own against Stain, and that it was a shame Stain managed to escape. Nevertheless, even if they didn't capture Stain, fighting with their supervisors present and permission given is illegal. They could be tried for it, in other words.

Shouto argues against this, (though he doesn't call Kenji a 'mutt'). Mount Lady intervenes, calming them down.

Kenji then goes on to say that he is willing to overlook their battle, so long as they keep quiet about their involvement, and give the credit to their supervisors. Shouto relaxes, though he hates that he has to give Endeavour credit for any of his actions. Izuku agrees, as does Tenya.

The conclusion of that fight, and the fight in general, wasn't what they'd call amazing. If anything, it was a big eye opener. The USJ villains were scary, but Stain was terrifying. That fight was a look into how far they needed to go before they could become heroes.

And it's a challenge they're eager to meet.

Notes:

Mount Lady actually teaching her intern? You betcha! Izuku realising that heroics can affect more than going out in public? You betcha!

So, in canon, Stain says that he let Tensei live to spread the rumours, but we never really find out if he targetted him solely to spread rumours, or if it was a secondary objective. I've decided that there is a reason, and we'll find that out in a later update

Stain getting away and having a go at Tomura couldn't possibly have an affect on the story going foward... Right? Mwehehe

Next week, we're gonna take a look at a bunch of other internships, so be ready for that!

(This was 6,163 words long. I'm so glad I pre-wrote a bunch of this)

Conclusion:

Izuku is properly introduced to Mt. Lady and analyses Stain's pattern, leading to them going to Hosu

Izuku tracks down Tenya, saves him, and sends an SOS to the 1-A group chat, which Shouto responds to

Stain is able to get away, and acknowledges Izuku as a 'true hero'

Tenya is left in shambles as he thinks about morality and heroism

#my rewrite academia #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #mha critical #my hero academia #rewrite #horikoshi critical #plot #week 15 #internships

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sweet-rabbit · 4 months ago

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Have a sample of chapter 2 of A Most Peculiar Fondness that was SUPPOSED to be posted this week but, uh, it's growing in length and needs to be split up into two chapters and I am of no clue to how long this fic will be now. With the bits taken out for a different chapter I got 14k words and STILL need to finish those sections. But yeah, proof of concept right here (that is not really edited, fyi):

Without alerting him, Mithrun pressed his palm firmly against the floor molding, a click being heard before the wall practically shifted to the side to widen the line to a gap. They then heard a gasp from the other side. Kabru stood, pulling at Mithrun to follow as they watched the wall move to the side and the tapestry flip up revealing a servant. This one was not the red haired gnome, but a half foot boy. Most likely a kitchen boy. He appeared quite startled to see the two of them on the other side, probably not used to seeing the Lord and Lady of a house at all. Or perhaps it was Mithrun still being in just his chemise. A very probable answer given the boy's wide eyes glued onto his wife, his large, rounded ears becoming redder by the moment. Kabru was concerned they were going to give the entire staff blood pressure issues before their stay was complete. They were apparently just that good at being undercover as newlyweds. With a cough to gain attention onto himself, Kabru said, "Apologies, young lad! My wife seems to have tripped and unlocked a servant entryway by mistake." Standing up straight from his slouched position, the boy stiffly bowed forward. "Not to worry, sir!" he proclaimed as he quickly stood back up, still stiff as a board. "I shan't tell a soul about your dalliance!" Kabru held in a groan. That was what this looked like, wasn't it? But, well, this would work in their favor. "It is very much appreciated. I trust, also, that we have not disturbed any of your duties?" "None at all, sir! Just checkin' the fires from our end. Gotta make sure coal and wood's where it needs to be, wouldn't want our Masters to be cold during their, uh, h-holiday…" Ignoring the boy's obvious thoughts, Kabru's brain decided to work in another direction. A child, despite being stuck working like an adult, was still a child and thus easier to convince of aiding in what they would view as an adventure. And Kabru desperately needed at least somebody who could inform him more clearly of this manor's ins and outs. Not to mention the more lowly a servant, the less attention was drawn to them should they scamper off so long as their duties would be fulfilled. Further, he noted the boy had a pale of coal with him, confirming his status of kitchen boy. There was typically only one and even with the House of Kerensil's extravagance, there was not way the Lord and Lady would allow more then one when serving just their unwanted son and his tall man of a husband. This lead to a prime opportunity to excuse him to their quarters for a quick chit chat. Perfect. Mind made up, Kabru dug in his pocket and retrieved a gold coin. Seeing the kid's eyes widen, Kabru leaned forward with it to keep his attention. "And you've done a marvelous job of keeping the fires strong! I could very much use a smart boy like yourself in regards to making our stay here more comfortable. Would it trouble your day if you were to… report to me about any concerns you may hear from the higher staff? I'm sure you can understand that I, as a tall man, worry that being in such a position over others in an otherwise elf household could ruffle some feathers." "Y-Yes sir!" the boy crowed. Then, quieter, "For the week, yes." Damned but the boy was actually smart. "You get one gold coin at the start to cover the past few days, then a silver each week following." "Deal!" Snatching the coin and stuffing it into his sock, the half foot boy picked up his coal bucket and scurried past the two into the hallway with a kick behind him to make the wall slide back into place as if nothing had moved once the tapestry slid back. He also tried to sneak a few looks over his shoulder at Mithrun, making Kabru tuck his wife closer to him to cover his bareness.

#dungeon meshi #kabru #mithrun #kabumisu #did anyone else know there was a character limit?#i feel technically not unless it's something you have to pay for #that ain't happenin'#or im just doing something wrong #i can't not write comedic parts into any fic

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a-decent-human-being5 · 10 months ago

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My Thoughts and Opinions on all the Season One Drawtectives Witnesses Because I Just Finished Rewatching it

(Spoilers under the cut btw)

Buzz: Yeah his design is adorable the drawtectives are completely valid to just melt the second he comes on screen. I adore his voice and the fact that he doesn’t really talk that much, very fun contrast with the cute design. His crush on Dr. Fontaine is also incredibly cute glad they got to sit next to each other at Huck E. Heese. Wish I could eat some of his food but that’s kinda how I feel about all fictional chefs cause I like good food.

Don Jovi: What a name. I remember when I first watched the show I didn’t like him very much because he was the first witness to say “well you gotta earn the clue about the murder” but all things considered they’re chill. I don’t have many thoughts on them though other than the fact that it’s funny how even he finds the crew’s love for Buzz to be a bit much.

Avis Smythe: He obviously didn’t do it but I absolutely feel like he would kill for his son, even though he doesn’t actually know his age lol. Idk he just defends Ogalvy as a good kid so much, despite how blatantly obvious of a troublemaker he is, that I absolutely could see him killing for him if it came to that. Which brings me to yeah in terms of being a good dad he probably should set more boundaries but I love that he just lets Ogalvy do basically whatever weIl also swearing up and down that he’s such a good boy. I get why he was chosen as the fall guy but I also love that the crew went the complete opposite direction with it of “well it couldn’t be Avis cause he’s so nervous he’d probably just tell us if he did it”. However that does always make me wonder how he was able to be a good mole in his job. Also I didn’t say it yet but for him and Ogalvy both the designs are amazing. The reveal that they aren’t actual bird people is iconic. I love how their designs still perfectly match the masks like I would expect no one else under those masks you know.

Ogalvy Smythe: He’s such a little chaotic troublemaker of a kid I absolutely adore it. The fact that this child is not just a thief but a dedicated thief is amazing. Like he’s actively getting so upset when he realizes that there were expensive jewels in this house that someone who’s not him already stole. It’s perfect. He’s also Such a funny character like his lines are iconic and consistently had me laughing. It’s just that complete accurate bluntness that a 5 or something year old has. I don’t want to repeat myself too much but it should be said just how good his design is. Like he is just an egg and I love that for him. It’s not that important and makes sense but I do appreciate just how fitting the cartoon characters he assigned to each of the drawtectives are. Like yes Rosé gets hot lady, York gets hot guy, and Grendan gets dog, perfect. Also speaking of the drawtectives I love how they all eventually came around on him. And of course you can’t talk about Ogalvy without talking about his bond with Rosé. It’s adorable love these thief buddies love that Rosé takes him under her wing despite the fact that she’s trying to get out of that lifestyle. I love it all. Rosé asking what all he stole to try and see if he has the jewels is both a very smart move on her end and such a cute little bonding moment. Plus that gave us all the iconic line of “the hearts and minds of the people”. Overall I just absolutely love Ogalvy he’s probably my second favorite witness and despite his criminal tendencies, or let’s be honest here do in large part to them, he’s such a fun and charming character.

Faucon: Coolest person ever. I love how laid back she is it can sometimes be very funny just how chill she is about absolutely everything. Like just how cool she is was something so refreshing that it was almost comical. Love how she inspired Grendan to change up his name for the first time that’s pretty cool. Even though the name change is just a joke at that point Faucon is still just so supportive of it like it’s real sweet to see. Objectively she’s just the down to earth celebrity but she’s so good at being it you know. She’s cool and understanding while also not down playing her fame. I feel like most down to earth celebrities in fiction fall into a trap of just disregarding or not really liking their fame but that’s not really Faucon. She might be chill and not actively bringing up her status as a celebrity but she still loves her music and her band and if her interactions with the drawtectives is anything to go off of her fans too. She is truly just so nice and supportive about like absolutely everything. Even for something simple like Grendan not knowing many songs her immediate response is, that’s fine and you shouldn’t feel like you have to lie about it. Ended up loving her a lot more than I previously did upon rewatch.

Harper Justice: A lot of people love Harper but I’m not one of those people. I get why other’s like her so much but I am York in this situation. Her spoiled contradictions in her morals upset me. I also can’t stand how she didn’t give them any clues at the end of it. I do like her a lot more in the one shot stream where she’s less drunk and angry, plus giving her a pet that she loves immediately makes her more endearing. This post is only really about season one though so as it stands I still don’t really like her. I hope that her and her mom get closer after she tells her the truth about her past though. I just think it would be nice especially since they’re the only members of the justice family that are left.

Sam Ug: Sam gives us a lot of interesting information after Grendan uses their power on her. I really think her past as a criminal is intriguing especially in relation to Sorin giving her a second chance and her not really trusting people because of her past. Love that she’s based on a dragon and the cigarette representing the smoke is a cool choice. Kinda unrelated to her as a character but her drawing prompt is one of my absolute favorites in season one. It’s just so funny to watch the crew explain photoshop actions in traditional art wording as everyone is just sitting there like damn you really brought your whole ass art kit here tonight huh Grandma. Overall though I think she’s interesting and her past has some cool implications about how she is currently.

Emery Justice: Emery is a horrible evil dad killer we know this, however sense we do know this it can be a little fun to watch him upon rewatch. Like seeing him so quickly agree with any witness the drawtectives propose. Watching him talk up how strong the person must of had to be to overpower his dad. How he out the gate says he wants to help catch whoever is responsible for his father’s death. Like I don’t really like Emery and he’s probably my least favorite witnesses of this season, but sense he is the murder he can also be kinda interesting for that reason.

Susan Fontaine: She’s very sweet and very proficient in her field of work which I respect. She’s actually so sweet that it catches the crew completely off guard, which is pretty funny to watch considering they’re so not used to someone being so agreeable and easy to work with. I think it’s cute how she knows most celebrities because of the interns at her job like it’s just kinda sweet. To me her listening to her interns about casual stuff kinda just shows her caring nature even outside of this case. Also I already said it when talking about Buzz but they’re pretty cute together. Them sitting at Huck E. Heese is adorable. Yeah she’s nice and sweet but I honestly don’t have many thoughts about her outside of that.

Llarm Alasa: My favorite witnesses. He is fashionable for one like the outfit is just great. I completely forgot that he opened it up with the drawing prompt immediately but I kinda love it. It kinda feels like a fun contrast to Dr. Fontaine who gave them all the information up front and then asked for a drawing after just for fun. I don’t know if this was at all intentional but it sure works out nicely with their episodes being back to back. Him just wanting to do something by getting into the drawing challenge dose makes sense though cause as he says he’s been in this room for ever. Also he’s so incredibly tired which again is completely fair considering he’s the last witness and had to just sit in this room for 10 hours. And all this on the same night that one of his best friend died like that sucks so much. He’s so clearly not doing well right now given the whole situation so he tries to distract himself with invention ideas so he doesn’t have to think about it. He basically says this himself. He also brings up how he tends to bury himself in his work to distract from his personal problems which just has me sitting there like bud that’s an awful coping strategy. I’m just glad that at the end of it though the drawtectives give him a new thing for him to think about with whether or not anyone there has been an animatronic the whole time. Also can I just say that his response of “that would be amazing” to that thought is so funny. Like given the witnesses track record you think he would just say it sounds stupid or something but no, to him that idea is cool as hell. It’s just so endearing and speaking of things that make him endearing, I’m great at segways I know, I love him for being a cat owner. Plus it’s a black cat that’s named after something he really enjoys which appeals to me specifically as someone who also has a black cat that was named after something I enjoyed. It is a slight upset that he doesn’t show the crew any cat photos but like he comes around in the end by telling them to follow his Binstagram so I won’t hold it against him. Honestly the only real slight I have against him is that you can not go around picking up obvious murder weapons off the floor my guy. Like do I kinda respect him for not really trusting the bumbling idiots that are the B team cops? Yes. Do I think that could be an interesting thing to think about considering he was Sorin’s close friend and wanting an important piece of evidence to be taken care of properly kinda shows a weird sense of care for him? Also yes. But do I think it was a good move? Absolutely not. At least he eventually trusts to give it to Jancy and the other three. Also I do think he’s mainly trusting Jancy over the drawtectives considering he actively lets out a sigh of relief when she comes in the room. Anyways I’m sorry that I rambled so much about my favorite but I just love him so much he’s literally my favorite witnesses/npc of the entire series.

#drawfee #drawtectives #ashlynposts

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