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Watts the date?

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if it ain't broke don't fix it (Kaminari x oc) I call this combo sprite.

Here we are again with the time based quirk and time hopping children.

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You examined the path you took to the teacher’s office, Aizawa sensei made it clear that you needed to be there after classes finished, you complied. You had wanted to practice pausing specific people using your classmates as tests. Not the nicest thing to do, but no one would willing let you pause them. Opening the door, you walk to Aizawa sensei’s desk, usually, he would be at his cubicle avoiding any questions from us. You notice a chair pulled up next to him, peeking up a little bit you see a toddler.

“You adopt more kids, sensei?” you joke.

Aizawa sensei had taken most of the reasonability of caring for Eri a young girl that Izuku, your cousin, had saved during his first year. When he looked at you, he wasn’t amused.

“Actually, according to this recording, this little one will be yours in the future,” he sighs.

In his hand was a little box and you watch it carefully. “What exactly do you mean?”

He pushed it a little and a projection popped up.

“Hello, I’m terribly sorry, if you are seeing this you have my youngest son, he has a time-hopping quirk and has gotten into many situations. Since this is such a new development, we are trying to create a support item to prevent this from happening without activation. Until he can return please leave him in the care of a Yarai family member. The disadvantage to this quirk is he appears close to someone of the same blood. Thank you and I apologize again for the inconvenience. Kaminari Mayuri.”

You blinked a few times. Well, you fit the requirement of leaving him with a Yarai family member, but did you really grow your hair that long? When did you need to stop using your support item?

“Understood sensei,” you pinch the bridge of your nose. “What will I do with him during classes?”

Sensei groans. “You will be in the dorms during school hours. Tomorrow afternoon I have given you permission to go and purchase anything necessary to care for him. And since it the third to last day before summer break you won’t have to worry about missing too much. I’ll leave the other student responsible for this with the task to deliver you your missed work.”

With another nod, you crouch down so that you are eye level with the toddler. He donned a simple black shirt that made his yellow freckles shine brighter on his arms and face. His hair looked like Kaminari’s indeed, but only in color, he had the same loose waves you hold. But what really gave it away was his large sea glass colored irises.

“Hi, baby boy, What’s your name?”

“Momma calls me Warai,” he whispers.

You raise a brow, you never call anyone by their given or surname unless it was an adult or teacher. “No, I think I would call you Rairai, right?”

His eyes go wide, and he launches his little body from the chair into my arms. Standing up slowly you bow bidding your sensei goodbye.

“Momma, you’re in school right now, right?” he asks.

“Yes, I am, how old are you Rairai?” you reply.

Holding up two little fingers you grin.

You ruffle his hair a bit. “How did you end up here?”

His face lit up. “Well, I was playing hide and seek with Aneue. I hid behind the big tree and then I was here.”

You feel guilty, no one can pick their quirk and for some reason the way his quirk manifested it can cause a lot of problems for him. And this was because you had a quirk that related to time.

“Momma are you sad, please don’t make that face. I’m practicing to control better. That way Momma doesn’t need to apologize all the time,” he states excitedly.

“Keep working on It, Rairai. Wanna go see Papa?” you offer.

Quiet. He seemed really excited to talk a moment ago. You were walking away from the main school building to the dorm, you pause sitting down on the step.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” you ask.

“I’ve only see pictures, He’s working really far away,” a small voice was all he could use to explain.

What? What is future me thinking? He’s only two, maybe there’s a situation? Did he run away with another girl? No, then I would have changed all our names. Alright, well just don’t tell Kaminari. He’s a good friend right now since we are going to end up married with two kids in the future you can tolerate him, right? Picking yourself up again still holding onto the toddler.

“Well, promise me you won’t tell him,” You hold out your pinky.

He locks his pinky with yours and smiles. “I promise.”

The walk back to the dorm was only you are informing him to have fun, that you would be with him the entire time that he was. So, you didn’t know why you were so angry walking into the main room? Kaminari lay in one of the couches reading something off his phone.

“Welcome back Yuri,” your cousin grins.

“Thank you, Zuzu,” you smile walking over to the blond.

Gently you place Warai on Kaminari’s stomach. He blinks at the toddler and waves a little.

“Who is this?” he asks.

You grin ruffling his hair. “Cute ain’t he? He’s your kid Kaminari.”

Turning away from the boy you grab your glass down and get water. A confused yell reaches your ears as you finish. Poor Warai was being held like a doll by Kaminari as he follows after you.

“He’s my kid?” Kaminari asks bewildered.

You were enjoying his panic a little too much. “Mhmm, pretty cute right. I wonder what our daughter looks like. I bet she’s got the same eyes as you and my hair color.”

“Mhmm, Aneue has hair just like you Momma,” Warai grins.

Walking toward the confused male you gently lift up the toddler and readjust his arms. “If you hold him like that you could hurt his arms.”

“Oh, wait why are you so calm about this?”

“Hmm, well because this is something that happens often in my family. There is always going to be a time hopper eventually and they can’t always control it at the beginning.” You explain.

“Why did you tell me then?”

“More fun that way, Aizawa sensei told me that you would be giving me my missed work.” You smile.

Both of you moved to his room since you weren’t keen on Kaminari going into your room especially with your cleaning tendencies. He let you and Warai sit on the bed, while he used his desk chair.

“So let me get this straight, he is our son from the future. Our second child with a time-hopping quirk because of how his quirk manifested. Until he returns to his time via his own quirk we are to look after him?” he states.

“Technically I am, but I’m not gonna forfeit my grades just because we couldn’t control ourselves as adults.” You explain. “I’ll tutor you if that would help persuade you.”

He frowns. “A kiss.”

Rolling your eyes, you walk over and kiss his cheek. “That’s all you get until we actually date.”

“Momma you broke Papa,” Warai points.

“It’s fine, Papa will be fine. Let's get ready to eat dinner,” you suggest.

Placing him on the ground you walk to the door. Just as the two of you are about to walk out you almost run into a solid form. Stepping back a little bit you notice the wobbling lip of the toddler next to you. His crying hurt you, trying to calm him down you got down and shushed him, and then you notice the blonde standing at the door.

“Watch where the fuck you’re walking, dumbass remote,” Bakugou growls.

“Geez be a bit nicer Bakugou, she’s got a kid with her,” Kirishima frowns.

Louder, it only made Warai cry louder. You pick him up and try to pull his attention from Bakugou.

“Look, baby, it’s uncle Tsuki. He’s not scary see?” you gesture to the male.

“Uncle Tsuki is nicer,” Warai wails.

“Gad damn it,” you hiss. “Alright, Warai sit with Papa for a little bit.”

Placing the toddler in Denki’s arms you walk out of the room. Dragging the two downstairs you send a class text to get everyone in the common room. Once everyone is there you cross your arms.

“Um, Yuri? What’s all this about?” Izuku questions.

Warai has calmed down and was quietly sitting in Kaminari’s arms.

“I have a time-based quirk everyone knows this right? This is a family quirk besides the occasional fire quirk, but that’s what it is. This is my son from the future. You are not allowed to ask him questions about the future, because he is only two years old,” you explain.”I rather explain with everyone in the room rather than explain it five to twenty different times. I plead for your cooperation and apologize for the inconvenience.”

“I didn’t mean to scare the kid,” Bakugou huffs.

You roll your eyes and wave your hand to dismiss that. “I know Tsuki, anyways I’d appreciate no questions about the future concerning Warai.”

“Yarai-san,” someone grabs my attention.

“Call me Yuri, but what’s up Tsu?” You look toward your frog classmate.

“Who’s his dad?” She asks.

Bakugo snickers. “You can tell by looking at him. He belongs to dumbass right there.”

“Rather rude seeing as he’s holding my future child, but yes. Apparently Sparkle pants and I are going to get married in the future and have two kids, Warai is the second child.” You reply. “That’s really all I wanted to say. By the way, don’t make him cry, I’ll know.”

Taking the toddler back from Denki, I walk out of the common room. Touching his forehead, I raise a brow. He’s a little warm, probably exhaustion or a slight fever. Footsteps follow me.

“Wait, Mayuri. I had something else I wanted to say?” Kaminari’s voice adds.

“Hmm?”

“Could I spend time with him too?”

“You’ll have plenty of time to help me during the summer holiday.” You offer as we make your way into the kitchen.

“Momma, I’m hungry,” Warai pouts.

You nod. “I’m working on it Rairai, what do you want to eat?”

“Hmm, hamburger,” he grins.

“Today is cafeteria dinner day,” Kaminari reminds me.

You nod and look at the little kid, after all this time you realize that he didn’t have shoes on. “Let me wash Warai’s feet and give him a pair of my socks. Could you get a tray for me please?”

“Sure, give me your ID, I’ll grab it for you. What are you gonna drink?”

“Wat-”

“Juice,” Warai shouts.

“I’ll grab water too,” Kaminari nods as he walks away.

Up in my room, I sit the toddler on the little bathroom sink and clean his feet, getting wet in the process. Once out of the bathroom I peel off the wet t-shirt and throw it in the little hamper. Warai sits on my futon and grins, I chuckle and pull out some socks and a clean shirt. Once ready We leave to follow the stragglers to dinner.

“Warai, are you comfortable here so far?” Izuku walks next to us as we get out the door.

“It’s fun,” Warai answers.

“He just got here, Zuzu. Maybe I should have put him down for a nap when we got to the dorms,” you realize.

Izuku nods sympathetically. “Have fun putting him to sleep. Yuri.”

Once in the cafeteria, you make a beeline for the grinning blond, you notice him flag you down and you try to hold back a groan. Sitting down with the toddler in your lap, you see everyone at the table staring except your childhood friend.

“What?”

“He’s so small,” Ashido gushes as you adjust his hair.

“Most two-year-olds are,” you point out as you retrieve the extra tray from Kaminari.

Warai wastes no time and starts to eat, or at least tries to.

“Momma chopsticks are still a little hard to use,” he pouts.

You nod and sit the toddler in the male’s lap. “Hold him, I’m gonna ask for a fork.”

“Wait, Yu-”

You got up from the seat and take your student ID off the table as you walk back toward the lines. The lines weren’t usually full of people this late, did some classes have extra training after or something? You were almost to the utensil rack when you felt a sudden pain on your rear. Holding back a yelp you look back to see who it is.

“Man, I never realized that the second-year hero course girls were so shapely,” someone chuckles.

You had changed into a pair of running shorts after getting your uniform shirt wet, you didn’t want to stay in your uniform all way and wanted to be comfortable while looking after Warai. Not wanting to give them the attention they so desired you quickly grab the fork and make your way quickly to the table. Taking your seat, you notice the silence of the usually rowdy table.

“What’s got you so pissed?” Bakugou questions.

Shaking your head, you hand the fork to the toddler and watch as he eats. Kaminari seemed to have tried to feed Warai, but it wasn’t working well for him. I was just starting to calm down when I heard a voice behind me.

“So, you gonna keep quiet about what that pig did?” Shinso’s low monotonous voice rings.

“It happened once. He didn’t try it again so it will be fine,” you huff.

“What happened?” Bakugou asks again.

Shinso leans on the table ruffling Warai’s hair. “Some third-year jerk slapped her behind.”

The force with which Kaminari pulled away from the table shocked me, Warai was in my arms in a second.

“Kami, it’s fine honestly. Maybe my shorts are a bit short,” you mumble.

Kaminari usually has a calm look so your heart stopped when you saw the spark in his eyes. “That’s no excuse. Besides, who gave them permission to harass younger students?”

You couldn’t stop him, or could you? “Shinso? Could you hold Warai for me?”

“I’m not really good with kids,” he states.

“Just feed him, I’ll be back before you know it,” You place your future child in Shinso’s arms.

Quickly you fast forward your movements alone to quickly catch up to Kaminari. He had a frown on his face as he spoke. Just as you saw one of the third years stand up you almost slip.

“Pause,” You call out locking eyes with Kaminari.

He frowns at your action. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I don’t want you getting in trouble. You still have to help me look after Warai, and it’s hard to take your boyfriend on a shopping date tomorrow if he’s hurt,” you rush.

“Boyfri-. When did that happen?” confusion covered his features.

“Right now,” you grin grabbing the boy. “Rewind.”

Walking back the table you take your previous seat.

“Play.”

“I’ll never get used to your quirk,” he shakes his head.

“Warai, are you being good?” You ask as Shinso hands over the yawning toddler.

His eyes seem to light up and he nuzzles into you. You finish dinner and quickly go back to the dorms. Aizawa sensei was standing at the door.

“So, what happened in the cafeteria?”

“Some jerk was sexually harassing, Yarai,” Bakugou huffs. “If Dunce face hadn’t gotten up, I would have blown his ass to bits.”

“Let’s be happy we avoided physical violence,” you mumble as you adjust your hold on the sleepy child. “Um, by the way, would Kaminari be able to come with us when we go tomorrow?”

Aizawa sensei looks you over and nods. “I don’t see why not.”

“G’night sensei,” you yawn walking into the common room.

“Yarai, are you not going to come today?” Ashido asks.

“I’ll just shower in my room, I gotta bathe Warai too. And he seems a little fussy to be around others,” you point out.

Warai was clutching to your shirt tightly and hiding his face from anyone, he had gotten quieter after eating dinner. So, bringing him in the shared bath with the other girls might not be the best idea. Making your way to your room you struggle a little to open the door, Warai was still refusing to let go of your shirt so you opted for sitting with him until he let go on his own.

An hour later you sat in the bathroom trying to hold the giggly child still. He seemed to like baths, but he was not enjoying the part of washing his hair. You were reluctant to use your normal shampoo on his hair, but that wasn’t the problem. As he played in the shallow bath water you wash out your hair, hearing a sneeze you jump as you see the electricity spike.

“What the hell?!” you gasp putting the showerhead down. “Bless you.”

“Sorry Momma, I didn’t mean to sneeze,” he pouts.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about that,” you chuckle nervously.

Once cleaned and drying his hair with your compact hairdryer you think about his sneeze. Pulling your own hair back, you pick up the sleepy kid and take him down with you as you grab a cup of tea. Peeking into the common room, you notice the bright blond hair of Kaminari. He had a serious face on as he glared at his phone.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Just looking up some date stuff,” he states as he looks up. “I mean nothing.”

“Too late. I got Sensei’s permission, you can come with us,” you smirk. “Um, I have a quick question?”

“What is it?” he tilts his head as you sit next to him.

You look at the half-asleep toddler in your arms. “Have you ever sneezed in the bath? Warai sneezed and I was washing my hair and it kind of shocked me.”

He blinks a few times. “He made the lights flicker?”

“What?”

“I haven’t sneezed in the bath since I was a kid, but yeah I’ve done it. Made myself go stupid a few times,” he explains.

“Oh, well he only apologized,” you frown stroking Warai’s back.

“He’s got a bit of my quirk then, I guess he has sneezed with someone else in the bath,” he frowns.

You lean back on the chair. “I’m hoping he can sleep through the night.”

“Want me to stay on call in case he wakes up, I can knock on your door to wake you up or something,” he offers.

Shaking your head, you get up from the chair. “No that’s alright, I don’t want you to hear me talking in my sleep.”

He chuckles and looks at you for a moment. “You look so comfortable holding him.”

“I’ve gotten used to it, he refuses to walk. Maybe after shopping, I’ll take him to the park to run off energy, or we can play hide n seek in the dorm,” you state.

“Possibly the hide and seek would work better,” he nods.

After a nod, you change your mind on the tea and go back into your room. Warai slept through the night fine, you knew he wasn’t an infant, but you remember your mom telling you often that you hated sleeping at night as a child. Night terrors that lasted into teenage years didn’t help either. Instead of waking up to your alarm you woke up to a text.

Voltagious Jolteon: ‘Morning Sunshine, hope you have a good day’

You glare at the message and see the sleeping child. Picking him up you make your way out of the room with your phone. Classes had just started, so you just needed to eat food and entertain Warai when he woke up.

“Momma, I gotta go peepee,” he mumbles.

You quickly take him back to your room and you help him go to the bathroom. Once he’s finished you go down to the kitchen and make him something to eat, opting for toast yourself. Once you finish eating you stretch in the common room until Warai finishes. Cleaning him up you take him back to your room and get him dressed in his previous clothes. There was a box by the main entrance when you came back down. Walking up to it you peek at it, once sure it was for you, you open it and see a message on your phone.

Best Mom: ‘I hope you got all the clothes we sent you, hope we aren’t too late.’

Opening the box you chuckle at the clothes perfect for Warai.

You: ‘Thanks mom, your clairvoyance never ceases to amaze me.’

Hauling the box upstairs you place everything on your dresser, poking out from under the clothes is long ears, you gently pull and out pops your old stuffed toy. Chuckling you grab the small bear off your bed and hold them to Warai.

“Rairai, which one?”

“Bear, he looks like Sparks,” he cheers.

Handing over the bear you place your old rabbit in his place. Before taking him back downstairs, you grab a spare bag and put your wallet in you go back downstairs. The rest of the time before lunch was spent sitting around reading and watching a little bit of TV, lucky for you no one hides the remote anymore.

After lunch, you smile at Warai. “Wanna play hide and seek?”

“No thank you, adventure. I wanna go to Papa’s room,” he asks.

“Uh…” You pick up your phone and think for a moment. “We can’t go when Papa isn’t back. We can go to his room when he gets back.”

“Fine, I still wanna adventure,” he whines.

Desperate times, you think to yourself. Setting the small child on the couch you hold up your finger.

“When there is a 1 right here turn around okay?” you point to the screen of your phone.

“Are we going on an adventure?” he pouts.

“Mhmm,” you nod.

He focuses on the TV and you quickly go to the spare sheets closet, for some reason or another you ended buying several sheets for no reason at all. So in combination with the hundreds of hooks around the dorm walls you started building, you finished quicker than you expected.

“Warai? Momma can’t seem to find her way out of this blanket fort, do you think you can help me?”

Truthfully you knew where to go, but when you and Izuku played as kids you would often pretend not to know how to get back to be the hero. Warai found you quickly, and a confused voice brought you back when picking up the sleepy toddler. Walking from under the mess of sheets attached to the walls you sent a weak smile.

“Sorry, I’ll clean up after I lay him down for his nap,” you chuckle.

Warai was passed out in your arms, so it wasn’t too tricky putting him in the middle of your futon when you got to your room. Back downstairs you quickly fold and put all the sheets away.

“Seems like the two of you had fun?” Sero laughs.

You shake your head. “He was calm most of the time, that was until he wanted to take an adventure into Papa’s room.”

Kaminari put his bag down and raised a brow. “You could have taken him in my room.”

Unamused you shook your head, “Kaminari, last time I went into your room you had a magazine on your dresser.”

“Oh, got it. Um sorry, I thought I cleaned up,” he rushes away.

Leaving his bag on one of the chairs, you sat down for a moment closing your eyes. But this only lasted a moment before you bolt up and walk up to your room, he should be fine. You can hear him from downstairs. He was really tired, and it’s not like night terrors are hereditary right? Looking at your makeshift bed from the door you heaved a sigh. He’s fine. Why are you so worried?

“Hey, Yarai. You wanna look at the homework while he sleeps?” Kaminari’s voice startles you.

You look back to him and nod. Walking back down to the common room you watch as Kaminari pulls out the work.

“Not gonna miss a lot my ass,” you mumble as you look through the papers.

After thirty minutes you woke up Warai from his nap and left with Kaminari. Walking off campus with Warai clinging to you wasn’t a problem for you. Kaminari didn’t seem to mind it either.

“Where did you want to go first?” he asks adjusting his hold on your bag.

“I was thinking we could take a trip to the department store. I needed to get something, and we can grab some activity books or pictures books for him,” you explain.

He nods. “Alright sounds good, you grabbed your train pass, right?”

“Mhmm, you have yours?”

“Yup.”

Although walking on the street was fine on the train was another monster. One student forked over a seat for you to sit down, and you tried to cover your embarrassment. Kaminari tried to make light conversation with you, but you could still hear a few women talking about you. The reason was that everyone knew UA’s students especially the hero class students. Stepping off the subway and into the fresh air took the stress off you.

“Maybe we should have left when you got back,” you mumble looking up at the sky.

“We’re fine as long as we get back before curfew,” he chuckles.

Walking into the department store you place Warai down, he was wearing the shoes that your mother had sent and was ecstatic. Getting to the level with children’s things you picked up two sippy cups for him and a little eating set,

“Kaminari? Do we still have the thermometer in the kitchen?” you ask.

“Yeah, I think so,” he mutters.

It was only a moment before you notice the things you had, almost everything. Paying for those things it was time for you to grab him some other things.

“Do you think you can handle taking him down to clothes and buying a swimsuit?” you ask.

“What for?”

“I was going to ask to visit a public pool over break so he can swim and run off energy. The sheet tent will only work so many times,” you reply.

“Alright, what are you getting?”

“Picture books and activity books, maybe a book for me. I’m not sure. After we can get ready to go,” you nod.

“Call me if there any problems,” he waves.

Warai is in his arms and waves to you. You send a small wave back, so cute. Picking the books for Warai was easy, but the book for you would have to wait. After paying, you make your way out to look for Kaminari. Great, you thought of what to do but not where to meet after. Reluctantly you call the blond.

“Pick up the phone,” you whisper leaning on a wall.

“Hey, Sunshine. Um, we’re still looking for a swimsuit. He said he wants a Volt one,” Kaminari answers.

You blink a few times and start your walk down to the kids' swim clothes. “That might not be from our time period.”

“Oh, you’re right,” he sighs. “Sorry bud, want to get an All-might one or Hawks?”

“They made a Hawks theme suit?” you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, apparently.” You hear behind you and over the phone.

Hanging up you walk to the two. “How about we find one that you might wear Kami?”

“Sounds good in theory,” he laughs.

You nod and start looking through the racks. It was only a moment before you found one that Warai lit up at. After paying for it you insured Kaminari’s help to carry the bags, all you had to do was ride the train back. The train wasn’t as full of passengers as last time, and you found yourself leaning into Kaminari during the ride.

“You’re late,” Aizawa sensei’s voice scolds.

“Sorry sensei,” you apologize.

He sighs. “I’m going to come to the dorm tomorrow morning because you have been given the assignment of looking after Eri.”

You raise a brow. “Did you want me to babysit since I’m already doing that?”

“Assignment,” he confirms.

Smothering a chuckle, you went inside the dorm and made your way to your room. Kaminari was following behind you diligently and places the bags by your door.

Brushing the bangs of the sleepy toddler. “You are on bath duty. I need to do some cleaning up and rearranging, please.”

“Dinner then bath?” he confirms.

You nod, you really didn’t want to leave this in his hands since he had class tomorrow and Kaminari is a child in his own right. Both cleaning up your room and taking everything apart to put away took longer than you thought. Luckily for you, shelf-stable snacks were in your room, so to substitute for dinner you drank the vitamin jelly and place the remaining toys in the box all the clothes had come in. A spare drawer now holds all Warai’s clothes, and small shoes sit in your closet next to your own. You had just finished when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” you call.

The door opens and Kaminari walks in, he stays in the doorway and you wave a hand closer. Taking that as an okay he walks in, Warai was sound asleep gripping tightly to Kaminari’s shirt. It was a bit of a struggle laying him in the futon, but once he was down, he grabbed Sparky the bear and was back asleep. About to kick the male from your room you notice an emotion dance in his eyes that stops you.

“What’s up?” you whisper.

He shakes his head and walks to the door; you follow after him and watch as he walks to his room.

The next morning you got dressed and up with everyone else, Sensei was at the door with Eri as the others left for breakfast. Eri was only a little bit older and she had a grin plastered to her face.

“Papa let me bring my kitty along,” Eri grins presenting the stuffed toy.

“How nice,” you smile as Warai attempts to bolt up the stairs.

You manage to catch up with the toddler as he tries to climb. Waving Eri on to follow you, the three of you go up to your room. You make a mental note to take the elevator for the rest of Warai’s stay Warai leads the two of you to your room and proudly presents the bear.

“Momma gave me Sparky,” he grins holding the bear.

“Yes, let’s get back downstairs. Did you have anything you wanted to do today Eri?” You ask as the three of you make your way to the elevator.

“Papa told me I can help you, since looking after someone little is a lot of work,” she grins.

“Your school finishes early?” You ask.

Eri nods excitedly, after tutoring Aizawa sensei has informed the class at the beginning of the year that Eri was attending a school like normal. You had only a slim knowledge at the time about the little girl but you were still happy for her none the less.

“How old is he?” Eri asks.

“I’m two, my name is Warai, but momma calls me Rairai,” he grins.

“You’re his momma?” She asks.

You nod a little bit, you saw no reason to explain farther and complicate the matter to her. Once in the bottom level again you started making breakfast, after placing the food down for the two kids you cleaned your mess. They were both really calm, and you used the spare dorm rooms as assistance to entertain.

“Mayuri, did you have fun?” Your boyfriend was holding Warai gingerly and you sit up seeing Sensei holding Eri.

“I say that you passed this assignment,” he nods before taking his leave.

Kaminari took a seat next to you and you lean against him.

“I’m so glad classes are over,” he grins.

“I’m going to use you until you break you know that right,” you yawn.

He tensed at your words. “What?”

“You will be helping me as much as possible, I won’t hold you down. But expect to be tired when he leaves,” you add.

Summer break started, everyone didn’t have to worry about too much unless they needed their internship hours. Using the distance to your house in Hokkaido as an excuse you had gathered your hours during the spring. No one topped how many hours Bakugou and Izuku had but you were high on the list.

Only a week after classes were finished you sat in your room watching the toddler rest. Every day you would take him to one of the training grounds and you both would run around like nuts. Kaminari was playing with his friends and you saw no reason to bother him.

“Yuri,” Izuku grins.

“What’s up?” You ask pushing off the floor.

“Mom wants to know if you wanna visit. Aunty already told her about the situation. She really wants to see him too,” Izuku explains.

“Um sure, I don’t mind visiting Aunty Inko,” you nod. “I’ll tell Kami that he has a break.”

“Alright, we leave tomorrow afternoon. We can even go to the pool if you want,” he suggests.

“Sounds good to me,” you nod. “Bye Zuzu.”

He waves and you sit back down at your desk, Warai would wake up in a little bit and then you would ask Kaminari if he wanted to spend time with Warai before you left.

Warai immediately got up and started looking for Kaminari, something you found concerning. You follow after the toddler and assist when necessary. Knocking on the door you wait for the male to answer.

The door opens slowly, and you see the grinning blond. “Oh, hey baby, hey little man.” Plucking the toddler off the ground he sends you a smile.

“Hey, sorry we don’t spend as much time with you. I don’t wanna bother Tsuki or anyone else,” you point out.

“You wouldn’t be a bother, is there something else?” He asks.

“Oh, Zuzu asked if I wanted to visit Aunty with Warai. We’re going tomorrow it won’t be for long,” you explain.

Warai smiles. “Grandma Inko, yay!”

“How about you call her Aunty tomorrow, she might flood the apartment if you call her grandma,” you state weakly.

“Oh, I was gonna ask if you want to swing by my family home, we live by a pool and that way two birds one stone,” he states.

“When were you gonna go?” You ask.

“Tomorrow,” he squeaks.

“How about we spend two days at my aunt’s house and two days at yours. I don’t wanna be a bother,” you state again.

He frowns and hugs you with his free arm. “Say that again and I’m showering you in kisses. You are not a bother. Come in my room, I bet Warai doesn’t want to just spend time with Papa.”

You shrug and follow into the room. He was getting ready to leave, you guess, clothes were haphazardly hanging out of a suitcase sitting by his bed. With a quick kick, he slides the case under his bed.

“Don’t forget that it’s there,” you joke as you walk in.

Kaminari’s room was a lot warmer than yours so you look at him confused. He sits on the bed and smiles at you, leading you to take a seat next to him as Warai smiles.

“Daddy, did you know? My favorite hero his name is Charge bolt,” he grins. “But sometimes people call him Volt.”

“That’s a really cool hero name,” you nod.

“That’s my hero name, Charge Bolt,” Kaminari points out. “Midnight helped us all pick ours. Maybe she’ll give you a one on one to pick yours.”

“I have a hero name,” you cross your arms.

“What is it?”

“Record,” you sigh. “It was my little cousin’s idea. I kind of like it.”

“Daddy who’s your favorite hero?” Warai asks bringing the attention back to him.

Kaminari laughs and pauses. “I could be like our three biggest fanboys and say All Might, but that would be a lie. So, I guess Hawks, he’s got a really laid-back attitude and seems like an overall chill guy.”

“I like Midnight, I think it’s because she helped tutor me before officially transferring into the hero department,” you admit.

“Momma, did you used to like All Might too?” Hands grip your fingers as you nod.

“Your uncle Zuzu likes All Might a lot, ever since we were your age. Aunty might lend me some of his old pajamas,” you realize.

Kaminari smirks. “Send me pictures.”

“Why? I can just show you in person. Aunty’s house is only a bus ride away from the school. Where do you live by the way?”

“It might be a little bit to get to my house, you’ll probably want to ride the train,” Kaminari winces.

“Rai likes trains,” grins the toddler.

“Yes, you do,” you chuckle.

You only stay in the room for a little bit longer, in an effort to preserve finances some of your classmates thought it’d be good to cook dinner for the dorm every once in a while. You opted for today making Curry.

The next afternoon you were standing in the front door of your Aunt’s apartment, her face went white as a sheet when she laid eyes on the toddler in your arms.

“He looks just like you did when you were that age,” she coos hugging you both tightly.

“Hi, Aunty. How are you?” You laugh hugging her back.

“I’d be better if your cousin would stop giving me mini heart attacks,” she frowns.

“I can’t help it, mom, was there any real reason you wanted Yuri yo to come with me?” He raises a brow putting the bags down.

Aunty Inko quickly walks into the spare room and pulls out the box. We both marvel at it and chuckle.

“Look Warai, Uncle Zuzu used to be so small,” you hold up the little AllMight pajamas that you remember from pictures.

The two days at your cousin’s house continue like that, it was relaxing. It was the morning of the third day when you had agreed with Kaminari to meet at the train station. Izuku follows you to the station and waves when you pass the gate. Warai was sleeping, a pleasurable thing seeing as you had to figure out how to hold your bag during the train ride. All worked out when you got on, not may people were getting on at this time and in no time you were approaching the stop. Warai was only half awake and when you stepped into the platform, he lost it.

“Let me help you,” Kaminari’s voice was sleepy too as he picked the crying child from my arms.

Warai seemed to calm down and you heave a sigh. “I was scared he’d scream during the ride here. Someone was nice enough to let me have the bag in the seat.”

“Well come on, my mom is kind of excited to meet you. I told her about the situation,” he admits.

“Kami you didn’t have to do that,” you argue.

He stops mid step. “Denki.”

“Kami.”

“Denki, my parents share my surname too you know,” he corrects.

“Den-kun,” you offer.

“That works, come on. I bet you haven’t eaten yet either,” he jokes.

You quicken your step. “Are you sure you don’t have like a future seeing quirk or something?”

The walk to his house was a bit of a hike, but after stopping for food you both find that the toddler that had been sound asleep was ready to bolt with every step. Letting the toddler walk, really waddle, it wasn’t long before you got to Kaminari’s house.

“Hello,” you whisper bowing to his parents.

“Hi, we’re Denki’s parents. I hope you don’t mind he explained the situation, but do you really have a time-based quirk?” His mother asks.

You nod, you tried to put the bag down slowly, but it didn’t work. Pausing it mid drop you change your hold on the bag before playing it again.

“I can pause, play and fast forward things, I don’t usually rewind unless it’s necessary,” you explain adjusting your goggles.

“And you have a support item?” His father points out.

“Sorry, I can wear the more normal ones if it will make you more comfortable. Without my goggles I can’t tell how long I can use my quirk,” you explain.

“Momma did nothing wrong,” Warai pouts clinging to my leg.

“You’re right, sorry. I’m just worried. Denki seems to have taken being a hero a little more seriously,” his mom admits.

You look at the male as he looks away. He grabbed your hand before you could even take your shoes off all the way. Luckily you grabbed Warai before entering, as Denki drags the two of you up.

“We don’t have a clean spare room for you. But you can sleep in my room,” he offers.

“Papa, was that your momma and papa?” Warai asks.

“Mhmm, they will warm up to you Yuri, I promise,” he grins as he opens the door.

The room was mostly empty, probably due to most of his things being at the school. But it was nice, as your eyes lay on the bed in the corner you frown a bit.

“Do you have a futon we can use instead?” You ask sheepishly.

“Yeah, I do,” he nods.

You breathe a sigh of relief. “Alright, cool. So, what have you been doing until now?”

“Reading, practicing,” he shrugs.

“Rai wants to practice too,” the toddler jumps up and down.

You giggle and nod. “Alright let’s practice together, what are you practicing?”

Denki looks away, and quickly shuffles to his closet. It was only a moment before a small table was placed in the open space and a few books.

“I’m drawing a manga, it’s a little something I started first year,” he admits. “It’s more like a collection of doujins though.”

You pick up one of the little books, they were really well kept and beautifully drawn. Putting it down you grin,

“That’s really cool Den-kun,” you praise as Warai climbs into your lap.

Another one is thrusted into your face and you chuckle, looking carefully you blink.

“Is that me? Like Future me?” you ask pointing to the picture.

“Yeah, Warai showed me the little message thing,” he shrugs.

A knock at the door makes us all turn.

“Yes?” Denki answers.

The door opens and his father places the backpack on the ground.

“You forgot this when you dragged her up the stairs,” he states.

“Thank you,” you mumble as he closes the door.

The afternoon was full of drawing and a nap. You did not expect to pass out from the all the hustle and bustle of everything, but it happened. Waking up to Warai pulling your goggles off you almost jump.

“Mommy your goggles were on too tight,” he states as he holds them.

You nod and go into your backpack, pulling out the glasses case you put the other pair on. “Is this better?”

He nods, “Daddy went downstairs.”

Standing up you follow the toddler down the stairs, seeing Denki you almost step out of the hallway but let Warai run to him first. Maybe you should let him spend his stay here with Denki. About to turn around you almost run into his mother.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter.

“It’s fine dear, could I talk to you for a bit?” she asks.

You follow her to the kitchen and wait. “Sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing? I should be the one to apologize,” she sighs. “I never thought that by going to school Denki would take this seriously.”

“But… I’m sorry. I thought you’d hate me,” you state.

“Why would I? I am secure in knowing my son will be happy in the future and it’s because of you,”

#kaminari x oc #bnha oc #bnha oneshot #a's drafts

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anarchistbitch · 7 months

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well it's not like according to tradition I replied in a timely manner lmao dont worry about it

sfjkfjsdk me too, i dont usually make playlists, i just leave everything in my liked and shuffle it and let it be what the universe dictates but idk i felt like getting them into one playlist

well if you add pepa pig id burst out laughing in the middle of a call probably and one of my work friends would probably shout "send her to sleep" bc thats what we say when we send clients back bc we cant do anything from our end so it would be funny and we would just ultimately skip it lmao

im looking forward to whatever songs you add, the playlist is long as fuck already tbh so it might take a while for the oli london song to come on

SFGDSJKFGDS well in my defense I had to ask bc i didnt know how long youve been on tumblr so yeah (shiro's cloning and the episode about it and the fight with keith)

anyways i motherfucking hated that they exploded adam and then tried to console us with curtis but anywaaaaaaay the fanfic is dirty laundry which if you were in the fandom i doubt you didnt end up hearing of it or at least the discourse around it but anyway it got deleted but i had it downloaded so have a google drive link https://drive.google.com/file/d/0BwU9LMiUJoN7RjFWSGZVUlJQd1U/view?

yeah, the whole not enrolling classes in uni is a mess and i try not to think about it too much rn (i am seeing a therapist and i hope that by next year i have figured out what i want to do) but i like my job, we(my team)'re actually planning to rent a house and stay there a weekend very soon to celebrate our supervisor's bday :'3

making choices that will greatly impact our futures is seriously so hard, and i also not qualified for any career advice but manifesting that whatever you choose in the end allows you to be happy

just last night it started raining hard so i got up to turn off the fan but then like two minutes later i got up to turn it on again bc even tho it was raining it is still so fucking hot, seriously hate the weather rn

god mountains are so preetty, specially when the weather is cool and they get all foggy

atsv is a masterpiece and it continues from itsv so damn well, i really do love it and i hope hollywood gets up it's ass and pays their workers what they're owed so we can see it soon

KJSDFJKSDFHJS i am still seeing so many miguel o hara edits everywhere for real, i gotta say tho im in love with hobie and pavitr

JKSHFJS i used to do something similar with fob, i had a lot of them printed out and would put them on my binder cover so that i could memorize the lyrics so i was all day everyday singing them until i memorized it and the changed it for another song

idk how id rank fob albums, its so hard when theyre soo good but i really do love so much for stardust, aside from that one i think my favs are save rock and roll and american beauty american pyscho, mania was the first album i was a fan of them when it came out so it has a special place in my heart as well

my special lyric is part time soulmates full time problem, ive always been a fan of soulmate aus and hhhhhhhh just makes my brain smooth, also we started off as shiny dimes but we got flipped too many times, we did it for futures that never came and for pasts that we're never going to change 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

cheers to us and our interesting meeting jdfshjf

love you and i hope you have a good week :3 get plenty of rest and fun and water!!

-M

i feel like if we had a competition on late replies i would emerge victorious😎(crying inside)

honestly fall is prolly the best time to make playlists[not that im gonna, but sure is a nice time yk] but ahhhh anyway!!!! havent added anything but u will know when i add it <3

check hello tumblr user nonbinarymikaela pls provide access to the drive check [i checked out of any fandom drama cause i had so many exams that yr lmao. only time the edu system saved me]

[this is me actually hi]

honestly idek if i like my degree rn, like i really wanted to go for a history degree a couple years back before i changed my stream[its a whole educational system thats actually fucking fucked in india i hope it dies soon💜] but on the flip side - it was pretty hard to get a spot in my uni anyway so now im just in a whirlpool of smth. bleh

thinking of how next year is so close is like skewering me and roasting me like a kebab😭😭😭😭[but like dont keep a strict timeline yk, ur like seriously cool and i think any decision you take will be the best as along as your the one taking it ] [i wish i had answered this earlier so i couldve wish you good time on ur retreat but i hope it was good anyway💜💜💜💜💜💜💜]

man i need to like seriously cope up with my decisions cause i need to take an exam for my career which is seriously sooo..... but yea thats how its going

omg its raining here too and my college[which is seriously just a reformated jungle] turned into a swamp ish and they STILL didnt cancel classes. and i forgot my umbrella. i came back home like a sad wet cat .

gotta love that near-to-the-equator ass weather with climate change [i need to kill billionaires rn]

hope the strikes come to a fruitful end soon[for saf-aftra & iatse !!! fuck the amptp!!] but also i wouldnt mind waiting a couple years for btsv if the animators need that time to like animate in a safe and healthy manner yk

OH wait also im on my halloween movies watch rn!! just finished the addams family and watching paranorman rn [i need a gomez man btw. need him to be silly and obsessed and intense.and mwah]

[also if u wanna watch an indian series made in heaven is pretty cool(its okay-ish in terms of writing but it covers some very important social issues + the main leads are hot and dubious. what more do i need to watch a show)]

hobie kinda scratched a very specific itch in my brain like i want to be him AND kiss him , pavitr is so slay, and o'hara needs like a massage session thing where they unlock the trauma in ur knees or like a stamlo 50mg.

me & my friends fav fob lyrics was the 'how the mighty fall' cause we would do that "fall out...boi" intro everytime lol

i dont think i have a fave lyric but i think immortals was a top contender for reasons[i like big hero 6 :3]

Song rec: nothings new by rio romeo (saw it in a reels animatic and .. yea)

to many more yrs of late asks 🥂(appy juice cause i dont like the taste of alcohol)

my love and hopes to u💜💜💜 and also an umbrella for this weather☔

p.s. drink water/soup/iced tea + i care for u+ W in the chats

#m for mwah! and MWAH

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bitcofun · 1 year

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This is a viewpoint editorial by Doc Sharp, a bitcoin item designer presently moneyed by Spiral to add to different bitcoin FOSS jobs. It's not a stretch of fact to anybody who's been around the digital possessions area for a while that practically every task, other than the market's magnum opus bitcoin, prospers in building efficient public relations to offer their decentralized just in name (DINO) job. This is not a surprise as the 10s of billions raised over the previous a number of years needed to go someplace, and it absolutely did not go to constructing brand-new ingenious innovation. One location that bitcoin has actually fallen brief in the general public relations department, and the focus of this piece, remains in the framing of how blocks are verified, informally called proof-of-work (PoW) or mining. Firstly, How Does Mining Work? In a nutshell bitcoin miners utilize PoW, which utilizes energy, to discover a needle in a haystack. When they discover the needle, they utilize it to develop and include a brand-new block to Bitcoin's blockchain. When this brand-new block is included, the miner gets rewarded with freshly minted bitcoin. To date, this is the most decentralized methods to accomplishing network agreement and producing legitimate blocks. More on bitcoin mining here Bitcoin mining resembles discovering a needle in a haystack. Image source Bitcoin Mining And The Framing Effect In a world where capital is directed by requirements like ecological, social and governance (ESG) ratings, green stories in adoption of brand-new innovation are ending up being progressively essential. Knowing this, the viewed high energy expenses of bitcoin mining and the term mining itself, which is connected with ecological damage, has actually ended up being a barrier to bitcoins adoption and a red herring utilized by DINO tasks to challenge bitcoin and pump their bags. Relatively speaking however, bitcoin mining's energy use is rather little and is mainly green The factor individuals look past these truths is because of a cognitive predisposition called the framing impact The term mining features lots of unfavorable undertones (see image listed below). With other digital properties readily available that guarantee comparable options to bitcoin with a much smaller sized ecological footprint, naïve users in a lot of cases will select them over bitcoin due to the framing result. People think about this when they hear mining. I will not enter the information in this piece, however the "greener" service proof-of-stake (PoS) is not a practical option and will undoubtedly result in centralization. With the intricacies underpinning both PoW and PoS, it's no surprise that individuals make options due to shallow factors, such as naïve views on energy. A mental theory that underpins the framing impact is referred to as the possibility theory discusses why: Most individuals do not comprehend that the gain of PoW (More energy usage, however decentralized) is higher than the loss of PoS (Less energy usage, however centralized). It's simple to comprehend the loss from a simply ecological viewpoint. This is intensified by the reality that most of individuals today see environment modification being a major social issue and sensationalist pieces such as "Bitcoin Uses More Electricity Than Many Countries. How Is That Possible?" flow frequently. This is how the framing impact manifests as people are just revealed the context of among the frames (the ecological one). So, what can we do to get rid of the framing result and have individuals recognize bitcoin mining isn't going to boil the oceans and is really a great usage of energy? We might take a note out of DINO handbook and utilize stories that have less unfavorable undertones connected with them to our advantage. How could this be used to bitcoin mining? Well ... Let's Call Bitcoin Miners, Bitcoin Validators With the Ethereum 2.0 combine, Ethereum has actually moved from mining with PoW, to utilizing validators with PoS.

Mining and miners as we understand them will no longer exist on Ethereum, and claims of approximately 99.5% decrease in energy use have actually been mentioned. These energy cost savings are a red herring as it comes at the expense of decentralization. Decentralization is an essential very first concept of cryptocurrencies, without it they are ineffective. A central public cryptocurrency's energy use, even if small, is 100% squandered as the network has actually stopped working. Bitcoiners understand this, and it's why they will never ever alter the code So, back to the framing result. The term validators has a lot more favorable undertones towards it due to DINOs marketing efforts, and it's not as packed of a term as mining. Less unfavorable undertones indicates individuals will view the term more favorably. Preventing the framing result by utilizing a more media friendly term like validator will make it simpler for individuals to comprehend the gain of PoW (More energy usage, however decentralized) is higher than the loss of PoS (Less energy usage, however centralized). DINO has actually done all the work here by moving the story to being PoS>> PoW. The least we can do is utilize this effort for our advantage as they have actually done time and time once again utilizing the bitcoins brand name to validate their Rube Goldberg device. So, calling bitcoin miners, bitcoin validators can avoid the framing result from happening and move the narrative towards PoS Below are the mining associated terms we ought to alter: Bitcoin mining swimming pools=Bitcoin validator swimming pools Bitcoin miners=Bitcoin validators Bitcoin mining=Bitcoin confirming Summary In summary, re-framing PoW mining to PoW verifying will benefit bitcoin long term by avoiding the framing result from taking place which is a cognitive predisposition where individuals select alternatives based upon whether the choices exist with favorable or unfavorable undertones. Mining=unfavorable undertones. Validating=favorable undertones (thanks Ethereum). This is a visitor post by Doc Sharp. Viewpoints revealed are completely their own and do not always show those of BTC Inc or Bitcoin Magazine. Read More

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no-brain-just-akutagawa · 2 years

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so about that

[ID: A meme from Star Wars: Attack of the Clones with Tecchou as Anakin and Kenji as Padme. Tecchou says with a smile: “I will save Jouno”. Kenji smiles widely and asks: “From Fukuchi, right?”. Tecchou’s face is now halfway in a shadow and he has a serious expression. He doesn’t respond. Kenji’s eyes widen and he raises his hand. He asks again: “From Fukuchi, right?” End ID]

#it was my first thought #bsd #bsd memes #bsd spoilers #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs spoilers #bsd original #bungou stray dogs memes #bsd manga spoilers #bsd kenji #bsd tecchou #posts with ids #I love how this chapter gave me everything I wanted this month #I reall did manifest it #also has tecchou been gone for too long or is he like really pretty like REALLY #idk what they've been feedming him these past few months but he hits different this chapter

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Hi, I have a question, and I hope it would be interesting for you too... Could we talk about angel's wings and feathers?..

I always thought that angel's wings were a part of their true form, a kind of energy which we can only see as a shadows or electric sparks or ash or something like this.

And I didn't think that it could be a real wings with feathers as bird's. Until, while rewatch, I've noticed that angel's feather were mentioned in SPN at least twice (maybe you've noticed more?):

1) In 8.12 when Henry Winchester time travels he uses an angel feather in spell. And then Dean tells that Henry stole an angel feather from the trunk of the Impala. So feathers are reall??? Why did the Winchestets keep the feather in the trunk of the Impala and where they get it? (ok, maybe they found it in the bunker)

2) In 12.13 Sam uses a white feather in spell returning Gavin back in time (we know this spell needs an angel feather)

So now we can see how the real angel feather looks like???

Does that mean that the angel's wings can be presented in physical world like a real wings with feathers and this is not fanfiction? I like this idea so much.

I think that the creators of the show didn't let us to see it, as many other great things, that is sad...

I would really like to know your thoughts about this.

(Sorry for my bad english, it is not my native language...)

Hi there! First off, your English is fine! (lol it’s my native language, and I just typed it “Inglish” by accident, so you’re already doing better than I am :’D)

ETA: DON’T REBLOGGY THIS YET. I forgotted something that @thayerkerbasy just reminded me of, and I’m editing this post... brb... okay NOW YOU CAN REBLOGGY!)

As far as I know, those are the only times in canon we ever see or hear mention of an angel feather, and both times it’s for the same exact spell. They reference that it’s Henry’s spell when they use it again in 12.13, but make no mention in dialogue of it being an angel feather. Yet Sam had a whole jar of fluffy little pin feathers, so the assumption is that they’d been collecting them for a while (unless those were either found in the Men of Letters’ spell ingredient stockpile when they moved into the bunker, or otherwise given to them by Cas at some point).

It’s weird, because they seem like a very limited commodity, especially after the angels fell and their wings all burned up. Even after Cas got his original grace back, his wings never seemingly recovered. When we did finally see his wing prints in 12.23, they were still... not healthy... So my thinking is that any spell that would require them will become impossible to cast when their current supply runs out. All the other angels-- at the end of the series-- were either dead or locked in Heaven with their broken wings. We never learned any of their fates. Maybe they were all rendered obsolete under the Heaven Remodel?

A little behind the scenes from the early days of SPN as a bonus, since it’s tangentially relevant:

When they were filming the very early episodes of SPN, they had a lot of choices to make about what to show us based on what their budget would allow them to portray. Think of an episode like Wendigo, 1.02. One thing I see people say often was that it was a shame we didn’t see more of the monster, but only saw like... bushes shaking, or a vague form moving through the underbrush, or a blur. They made a stylistic choice right there to keep it within budget.

The options they faced were showing us a “dude in a rubber mask” type monster and showing it more, versus one really terrifying shot of a Proper Monster™ dying in spectacular fashion. Rather than go full-on cheesemonster, they chose to leave most of it up to our imaginations, giving us glimpses or hints of the monster.

They went back and forth on this a bit over the years, attempting to show us more on occasion, but most of those times the audience reaction has been varying degrees of wtf... Think about some of the scenes where they attempted to give us more than a glimpse at the supernatural, or a blood splatter, or whatever. It didn’t always work well. Think: the wire fight from 13.23...

I mean, it took us until 11.14 to ever see an angel “flap away,” when we saw Casifer zap Dean off the exploding submarine.

For the most part, I appreciate the fact that they understood the limitations of their own budget and didn’t give angels cheap little wings just to be able to show them on camera. Over time, only being able to see them as shadows, or as char after the angel died, became part of the lore of the show.

I blame Adam Glass for writing that spell, because he probably thought it sounded cool or whatever, that it was effectively a throwaway line because no other spell they’ve ever used has required an angel feather as an ingredient, and in story it was only linked into this larger Men of Letters Legacy plot that in retrospect feels like Chuck tying up loose ends and putting previously “deactivated” plotlines back into play.

I do find it kind of interesting that both iterations of this spell (the second resurrected by Bucklemming) were both tied to Abaddon. Henry’s spell in 8.12 brought her into the story from the past, she eventually travelled to the much further distant past to bring Gavin into the present (presumably with her own power alone, no angel feather required), and then after she was killed, they used the spell to return Gavin to his own time. So in a a way, the spell was part of a closed narrative loop, never to be referred to again.

Kinda wild that we’d never heard of angel feathers being a thing for spells until we learn that Dean apparently had some just stashed in the trunk, though... :’D

As for how corporeal angel feathers are/were, they exist in the earthly plane enough to leave char marks when they burn, when an angel is killed, so they must always have had the potential to manifest physically. I can’t imagine they ever would’ve had a budget to show us anything more than what we usually saw, though. It did give them a LOT of flexibility over how exactly they presented them to us when they DID show us. And I can’t even imagine the suffering Misha would’ve endured as an actor spending all those years wearing some weird wing harness rig. It would’ve been... impractical. And the CGI the show could’ve afforded-- especially in earlier days-- would’ve been... bad...

But what they were able to show us? Was often awesome. Remember when Raphael showed off his wings in 5.03? LIGHTNING!

And when we finally did see actual corporeal-appearing wings in 8.23... it was Dramatique™

And for More CGI Is Sometimes A Bad Thing Science, please have the attempt at Michael’s “true form” from 14.01:

It’s kinda a super-letdown after AU!Michael’s previous shadow wing displays from 13.01, but more specifically from 13.22:

those... were... badass...

Even the pre-wire-fight wing shadows on Dean were badass:

But if they’d tried to show us more of them, to make them move through action scenes for example, it would’ve been... bad...

So what we’re left with is the knowledge that there is some sort of corporeal element to wings that we simply can’t see most of the time, but clearly angels have the ability to show or hide them at will, even from other angels. Could it be an act of will on the part of the angel that manifests a bit of their grace in the form of a physical feather? Honestly, that’s the theory I’ve personally adopted toward canon. In fanfic, I’ve read tons of various headcanons about what angel wings are and how they function-- everything from “a manifestation of their true form” to “angels share a lot of traits with birds” to “an extension of their grace,” and everything in between.

I personally, in canon, like to think of it as akin to how they’ve used angel grace for other spells. I mean, when we recall that angels haven’t been on Earth much for the last few thousand years (aside from at least a couple of known incidents where angels interfered with humanity, like Ishim and Company in 12.10, for example, and the presumptive extension that the Men of Letters knew of the existence of angels and likely summoned one up a time or two the same way Lily Sunder had, giving one explanation for how Henry Winchester knew of this spell and had an angel feather to use for it, but also recontextualized when Lily Sunder taught us that humans can use their own souls to power spells in the same way angels used their grace... which sort of makes the notion of needing an angel feather AND his own soul to charge that particular spell in 8.12 a bit redundant unless Lily’s knowledge of angelic magic was more advanced than Henry’s... hrmpf.... so much tangent... back to the point)...

We did eventually learn of other spells that required an angel’s actual grace, not concentrated in the form of a feather. The Angel Fall Spell in 8.23 being the prime example. Metatron took ALL of Cas’s grace for that one, even if he didn’t use all of it for the spell and left a “fragment” (Metatron described it as “not a lot, but enough.”).

ETA: HECK. I have 9.03 on the tv right now and it’s distractedly made me disgusted enough to have forgotten something that Thayer just reminded me of: Lucifer’s “fossilized feather” in 12.07. It held enough grace to restore and heal him after Rowena’s spell in 12.03 had degraded him. Which really only adds to the theory that “feathers” are simply bits of grace that have been rendered solid somehow, but that can be transformed back into grace as needed.

And then there was the Rift Spell for travelling to alternate universes that required archangel grace, as well as the time travel/ward breaking spell that Sam found in 11.14 that ALSO required archangel grace specifically. Would these spells have worked with an archangel “feather?” Possibly, if material feathers are somehow just crystalized bits of grace, but since we never got a full explanation in canon, and never even really saw corporeal feathery wings that dropped feathers or could be plucked, and never even had mention of corporeal feathers outside of their use in this single spell, it’s really up to our own interpretation. And I kind of like it that way, because that way we get to have fun little discussions like this one. :D

I know this isn’t a definitive answer, but it’s how it all makes sense to me, in the hand-wavey sort of way that all of canon works. :’D

#spn 8.12 #spn 12.13 #spn 8.23 #on the nature of angel grace #angels and souls #sigils and symbols #heck i know i used to have a spells tag...#spn 11.14 #spn 5.03 #spn 12.10 #spn 13.23 #spn 13.22 #spn 13.01 #spn 14.01 #Anonymous #spn 12.07

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authorxxxxx · 2 years

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Innocence - Undressed

Finding My Place in this World

I know I am here building an even better life for myself, but this has been the hardest part of my journey, looking inwards at my insecurities and flaws. I am trying to stay humble and appreciate the journey. However, being vulnerable and showing my insecurities is harder than talking about the bad things I’ve been through. I wear my heart on my sleeve which usually leads to heart break in my case. I’ve allowed my fears to manifest themselves and control my life. My fears have held me back from amazing opportunities and love.

I not only daydream about falling in love, I also dream about hosting my own music festival one day. I want to host a music festival that helps undiscovered talent, become discovered. A festival that brings all different kinds of people together to share the one thing we all have in common; Our LOVE for music. I have held onto this dream for a very long time and its one of the things that got me through the dark times. My dreams are the light at the end of the tunnel.

I was once told by someone on a dating app, “Following your dreams is very important, I’m sure you will get what you're chasing, just life will test you to make sure you want something bad enough”. It’s funny how I get life advice from a complete stranger on a dating app and it hits me right in the heart strings. I really want to make my dreams come true, to host a big music festival and share my success with my friends, family and my lover. But some days I get discouraged and those dreams seem further away than I thought I was. However, my mom did not raise me to be a quitter, I must do the things that scare me in order to make my dreams come true.

My mom would always say to me, "Never give up on what you've started, stay focused on what you really want and all the hard work will pay off someday." So that is exactly what I set out to do.

A smooth sea never set out for a skilled sailor. - Unknown

Am I Worthy of Your Love?

For as long as I can remember, I have always wondered if true love was real. I would daydream about the person I’d fall in love with, during class. I’d gaze out the window, wondering what they would be like. Would they be tall? Short? Would they feel the same sparks that I do? Will they be passionate? Will they know when to kiss me without saying so? Will they still love me in 40 years when I’m older with grey hair? Would they bring me flowers, just because he/she/they were thinking of me? Would we want the same things in life? But now the bigger question I’d have, could they accept my past?

True love is a strong and lasting affection between spouses or lovers who are in a happy, passionate and fulfilling relationship. (Citation)

Unfortunately, I have my own self esteem issues. It’s like, I feel that I am unworthy of love so I will push away any potential lovers by causing issues within the relationship that are not actually there. I come up with the worst case scenarios or expect the worst of my potential suitor. If I felt like they were going to leave me, I would double down and become clingy. Losing myself trying to keep the person only to push them away in the process. In other past relationships, they couldn't accept me for who I am at face value and when I would open up about my past or start to let my walls down, they leave. "I'm too hyper or too outgoing." "I'm too intense" " I'm showing too much emotion or not enough." "I can't be with someone who was a sex worker" or " Want to get back into the game and I'll be your pimp." It felt like a never ending roller coaster of shame, loneliness and guilt.

No one but myself can change my self esteem problems, abandonment issues and my actions. I have become aware of my wrong doings to others and most importantly, the wrong doings to myself. I carried so much shame from becoming an escort, dabbling in drugs, using peers to my own advantage, and the circus of men to just not knowing what the hell I am doing. But does anybody really know what they are doing?

The parade of men that I've let into my body must come to an end. Maybe writing about it will help me discover how.

I’ve always felt I wasn’t good enough, even before I left for college. It’s like I have this other voice in my head that whispers negativity into my ear. "You are not good enough." "No one will love you." "You are unworthy." It's as though, the inner voice is saying the truth. Some days I can drown the whispers and other days the whispers become screaming. The voices become so loud that I wish I could escape my own mind. I always question why? Why me? I am a positive person, but am I really? Or is that just one of the masks I wear? Maybe I mask my insecurity with humor?

The game also took a toll on my self esteem. I gained weight during my first year at college, clients could tell and they were vocal about it. " You're not thin enough, curvy enough, or too curvy." "You're not blonde enough or brunette enough." "You look too innocent or not innocent enough." As I tried to conform to all of the needs of these people, I began to lose myself. That is when I decided it was time to leave the game. It wasn't until I finally started to form healthy friendships that showed me that I am enough and lead me to my lover who shows me that I am Worthy.

They say, "You must love yourself before you can love someone else." But what if, the love from your friends and lover is what you needed to learn to love yourself? What if they show you how to love yourself and the parts you hate. Can't we be broken and still love?

#innocence #writers community #writers on tumblr #spilled thoughts #spilled writing #writer #writing #female writers #my writing #spilled emotions

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sasster · 4 years

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GEE Chase TWO fantroll introductions in the same month? Damn!

Papili was drawn by and adopted from @burningbloodtrolls -- Your name is Papili Achaom and you fancy yourself the avid traceur or free runner, but you do tend to do most of your running in the daytime where there are less people to confirm whether or not you’re any good at it, but you decided that yes you are actually god damn great at it. You’re your own council now.

Yes, I did say dayrunning, now you might be asking yourself, why narrator however do I not burn myself to a crisp? Obviously, you cover up! But, also you were gifted with certain ink manipulation powers, which makes it very easy to grant yourself covering as you run about in the daylight. It is very convenient, but you have to be very careful, if you keep the ink out in the sun for too long it may start to crack up and flake away. Which would like really suck, you think.

At 13 sweeps old -- What? Yes, I’m sure that you are 13 sweeps old. Your eyes? Well, you were hatched with a rare pigment disorder that among other things prevented your eyes from ever fully filling in upon reaching maturity, and instead leaving them this nifty monochrome type del. Which is fine by you, as it reall y fits the hemoanon aesthetic you got going on. Nice. Moving along.

You’ve got it made for your self, Papili, doing well... Ah, what is it that you do again? Yes, of course! No one knows what you do, as you do value your privacy. All that matters is that it puts food on the table and it is important enough to keep you from getting drafted. Many people say you look as though you’d be a chittr influencer or a grubtube content creator, but aside from the occasional photography stint you have no such inclinations. You would much rather keep your running and jumping all to yourself.

You do not have very many friends, but the ones you do have would say that your looks are quite contrary to how you actually act. You are far more spontaneous than our outward appearance might suggest, in fact some would even say after a fashion that you are a social butterfly. Get it?

‘Cause your lusus is a giant butterfly...Oh you get it.

You always love to play a good prank on your friends and find it even funnier when they start to play some back at you. You think it is very important to be able to laugh at yourself and not take anything too seriously. Life is already so grim on this hell planet, after all.

You live in the top floor of a hivestem just a bit of ways outside of a large city, and your favorite way to travel is from roof top to roof top.

You just love to feel like you’re flying.

-- Profile under the cut! --

Name: Papili Achaom

Age: 13 Sweeps

Gender: Female; She/Her pronouns

Height: 5′7

Abilities: Ink Manifestation and Manipulation, can create and control properties of ink at will.

Blood Color: Whose to say?

Strife Specibus: Batonkind

Sign: Lyra the Lyre!

Lusus: An oldworld swallowtail butterfly with a wing span of 11ft

Trolltag: speciousFreerunner

Extrovert/Introvert: Ambivert.

Personality:

Papili spends much of her time freerunning through the city. She prefers to have the wind in her hair and the world far far below her feet. To many it might seem that she is quiet the aloof troll, but the exact opposite is the truth! She is quite the trickster and does a good job at keeping anyone lucky enough to call her a friend in good spirits. What she lacks in color she more than makes up for in her dazzling personality.

Though there always seems to be something just itching below the surface. Hm.

#papili things #:D!#long post

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spirit-of-the-void · 5 years

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Me again! I’m sorry to ask for something so soon after my last one, but could I get the reverse of my nightmare ask? One where s/o sees the boys die in front of her, and wakes up in need of comfort? Thank you for all that you do! 🌸

Your wish is my command, love

~Dante~

- You were always so worried when Dante spent so much time fighting demons, so it was only a matter of time before you dreamt about such a thing.

- You had never been around the battles all that often, but the one time you were was a rare occurrence. You witnessed just how brutal it could get, how dangerous, and that stayed with you.

- You went to bed still upset about it. Which was a bad idea.

- Your mind bounced back to the demons, the fighting, everything. You dreamt of Dante being murdered viciously, demons ripping into his body as he lie on the ground like a ragdoll.

- It was horrifying, dark and painful for you to watch.

- The feeling of helplessness and despair was drowning you, sending you awake into a gasping panic with choked sobs in your throat.

- Dante immediately jolts awake at the sound of your cries, sitting up and wrapping his arms around your trembling, thrashing form as you tried to shake the dream.

- “Shhh…shhh it’s okay,” Dante breathes, tone heavy with sleep as he cradles you to his chest, “I’ve got ya sunshine. I’ve got ya.”

- You sit in his arms sniffling and crying, leaning your head on his shoulder and letting him stroke your hair back from your clammy forehead. His hand feels cool, soothing on your heated skin.

- “S…sorry…” You hiccup lightly, feeling his thumb wipe away a few of your tears, “I’m sorry…”

- Dante makes a shushing sound, pressing a gentle kiss to your mouth and wiping away more tears with his fingers.

- “You don’t have to apologize for anything,” He murmurs in a husky tone, leaning back to stare at you with his soft blue eyes. He gives you a crooked smile, holding your hand to his cheek, “It’s my job to be here for you, baby.”

- You sniffle, feeling the stubble on his strong chin with your gentle fingertips.

- “It…was a bad dream…” You mumble, feeling like it was almost childish in a way as you tilted your gaze down, “Just…a nightmare.”

- “No such thing as ‘just a nightmare’,” Dante huffs in reply, concern filling his gaze as he presses a kiss to your palm, “I’ve never seen you have a nightmare like that. You were crying before you even woke up.”

- You leaned your face to his bare chest, closing your eyes and feeling a shiver pass down your spine. The image of Dante’s face in death was so fresh in your mind, dulled only by the reality of your lover holding you in his arms. He was real, he was alive. Breathing, safe.

- “I had a dream that you died…” You whimpered softly, wrapping your arms around his waist and shuddering again, “It felt so real…I didn’t know what to do.”

- Dante’s heart feels like its been torn apart at your words, guilt and pain filling him at the prospect of anything hurting you. He knew his job came with risks, but the idea of those risks bringing you this much worry and pain…

- It was his fault that you saw all the things you did, he was afraid that they had bothered you and you hadn’t said anything.

- He needed to make you smile in any way he could.

- “I’m not going anywhere,” He promised you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you. You squeaked lightly, confusion filling you when Dante slid you both out of bed, “Cross my heart and hope to…wait, no, that’s not the right thing to say right now.”

- “Dante…!” You protest lightly, but you almost laugh at the tone he uses.

- “Now now, baby don’t you worry that pretty little head,” Dante chuckles lightly, hefting you up over his shoulder and starting for the main room of Devil May Cry, “Now you and I are gonna go downstairs, I’m gonna order some shitty pizza, and we’re going to watch those crappy cartoons that come on at two am.”

- You squirmed a bit in his grasp, letting out a light huff, “If we eat pizza at two o’clock in the morning we’re going to regret it…!”

- He smirks cockily, “It’s either that or I eat that pussy like groceries, darling. Either way, let’s play our cards and see what happens.”

- He smacked your ass lightly as he kept walking, making your face flush and a half-laugh, half-squeak leave your lips, “Dante…!”

- Needless to say, you find yourself falling back in bed around two hours later, curled up naked in Dante’s arms and thoroughly distracted from the dream that had hurt you before.

~Vergil~

- When it came to Vergil, you knew by now that he had several brushes with death.

- You had heard the stories, Vergil telling you after some time of his life before meeting you and all the struggles. He had downplayed so much, but you knew just how traumatizing such things could be.

- So the worry was already present in your mind, but due to the influx of demon attacks and missions Vergil was going out on…that worry only grew. It grew in your subconscious until it manifested in your dream state.

- It didn’t help that you had gone to bed without him, waiting for him to come home from a mission but unable to stay up. You eventually curled up on your bed on top of the covers, a book still in hand as sleep claimed you as an unwilling victim.

, - You slipped into dreaming much faster than you would have liked, drowning in the sensation as images formed before you eyes. Images of Vergil fighting demons, slashing with Yamato as one after another attacked him.

- It continued until he was overwhelmed, you pinned in the dream and forced to watch helplessly as one slashed at his body, then another, then another until he hit the ground with his sword rolling away from his limp hand.

- Those eyes, usually so sharp and confident now glassy and staring…it made you scream and cry over and over, panic filling you as you tried to get away from whatever was holding you.

- “Doll…!”

- Waking comes back to you in bits and pieces. You realize at some point that you were screaming and crying in real life, gasping and crying so hard you would choke on the sound while strong arms tried to hold you still.

- You recognized those arms.

- Your vision was spinning, fuzzy but coming back slowly as reality started to return to you. Vergil had you tightly in his arms, breathing heavily and his voice in your ear.

- “Its me…! Its me,” He said in a low tone, the hard line of his body pressed firmly to yours. You couldn’t remember the last time he used a tone that gentle with you, “I have you, doll. Calm down.”

- You continued to cry for a few more moments, pressing your face to his throat to muffle the sound. He was still in his usual clothes, skin a little damp from perspiration. He must have just gotten home from the mission.

- He had returned back and immediately heard your sounds of distress, dashing upstairs and ready to protect you at any cost.

- He had found you curled up on the bed, gripping the blankets and whimpering over and over, eyes squeezed shut and hands shaking.

- And now…you were so distressed, he didn’t know what to do. He sat down on the bed, holding you in his lap and stroking your back with his hand. The sensation of his firm arms, his breathing in your hair…it brought you down from the terrible dream, but your heart still ached.

- You sniffled a bit, feeling his hand cup the back of your head as you leaned back from him, “Y…you came home…”

- Vergil let out a low sound, frowning a bit as his sharp eyes met yours. His hair was a bit messed up, a few strands of silver hair hanging in front of his forehead.

- “I always do.” He said simply, holding your chin with his thumb and index finger.

- You closed your eyes, feeling him wipe some of the tears away, almost hesitantly.

- “I…had a dream that you didn’t come home,” You mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed now that waking had reached you fully, “Demons were killing you…and you…”

- Realization his his gaze, those sharp eyes staring at you with a mixture of regret and guilt. He was never good at taking your feelings into account with things, he knew that. He was trying to do better, but he would admit when it came to relationships he was still…foolish.

- He never took into account what leaving you home alone to wonder if he was okay would do to you. He had frequent nightmares, so knowing that his actions were causing yours…

- He felt like a complete asshole.

- He pressed his lips to yours suddenly, hand slipping into your hair to hold you firmly against him. You let out a surprised whimper, not used to him being the one to initiate affection. Usually it was you leaning up to kiss him, pulling him into an embrace.

- “V…Vergil…” You mewled against his lips, flushing a bit as his hands slid under your shirt.

- He let out a low hum, sharp eyes opening lazily to stare into yours.

- “I won’t be killed so easily,” He says in a firm tone, absolute and self-assured, “Do you doubt me, Doll?”

- You flush a bit, squirming slightly in his grasp under those blue eyes watching you, “N…no…I don’t.”

- He didn’t know what else to do but to assure you with his own confidence. You knew his strength, you knew him. The only comfort he could give was the faith you already had.

- He clicked his tongue lightly, sliding a thumb over your plump lower lip, “Good girl,” He paused, adding with a low sigh, “I…apologize for getting home this late. “

- That made you smile lightly, snuggling up in his arms with a low murmur of, “It’s okay…I’m glad you’re here now.”

- He stands up, still holding you and making you let out a surprised huff of air. He carries you effortlessly, gait smooth as he moves you out of the room.

- “V…vergil where are you…?”

- “I need a shower,” He cuts you off firmly, making a bit of a face as he carries you toward the bathroom, “And you need to relax. So I’m going to kill two birds with one stone.”

- That made your face flush, staring up at him and noting he definitely was pretty grimy after fighting demons.

- “You’re right,” You mumble, feeling a little bold in your frazzled state of mind, “I can’t really make love to you when you’re this filthy.”

- That made Vergil snort a bit cockily, a hint of a smirk playing on the edges of his lips as he replied, “Has this stopped you before, Doll? I think not.”

- You blushed, “You can’t prove that.”

- He chuckled lightly, the sound caressing your ears as he practically kicked the bathroom door open.

- “Is that so?” His tone was lilting, head tilted a bit as he walked you into the bathroom, “Let’s test that little theory, shall we?”

- Let’s just say, Vergil makes sure you’re thoroughly distracted from your troubles, that shower lasting long enough to run cold.

- You both eventually make it back to the bed, exhausted and relaxed. He makes sure you’re in a calm sleep before finally allowing himself to relax as well.

- Maybe some time off from demon hunting was for the best. Just to ease your mind.

~V~

- You don’t know where the dream came from, but when it hits you it hits like a truck.

- You had been out on a mission with V, fighting demons and clearing out a town’s infestation when you stopped to rest for the night.

- You were allowed to stay in a home in the town that was safe, doors locked and you and the poet falling asleep fast after a long day of fighting.

- Maybe it was the fatigue, maybe it was being exposed to blood and gore all day. But when you fell asleep you carried the images with you. The demon fighting, the sharp claws and teeth…it filled your dreams, making for a restless sleep.

- But you had been through that before, been through dreaming of demons and nightmares. But this one was different.

- You dreamt of them killing your poet, viciously and gruesomely. You had been around blood and gore, but this…this left you shaken.

- You were frozen, forced to stare at the scene in absolute horror. V’s head rolling off his shoulders, bouncing to your feet where he stared up at you with empty eyes.

- You jolted awake with a sharp gasp before the dream could go any further. Heart pounding, racing in your chest as you stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes. It was still dark out, the room a bit cold but welcome on your heated skin. It was jarring, bringing reality back hard.

- Your eyes stung with tears, hands coming up to cover your mouth and muffle a sob. It was awful, absolutely awful, you couldn’t shake that image from your head. The panic and fear lingered, drowning you and making your body tremble lightly.

- V was always a light sleeper, he felt your movements and heard the muffled whimpers. He stretched out beside you, rolling over and seeing the distraught look on your face.

- He sits up instantly, his hand stroking your hair back and his tone low and concerned.

- “Are you alright my heart?” He murmurs in his honeyed tone, jade eyes just barely visible in the darkness as he took you into his arms, “You’re shaking.”

- You shuddered, pressing your head to his chest and allowing a soft sob to burst from your lips. V immediately made a soothing sound, those deft stroking through your hair as he brought your down from the terrible emotions.

- You calmed after a few moments, leaning your head up and staring into his eyes. He stared back with concern, tilting his head as he wiped some of the beads of salty tears off of your cheeks.

- “Did you have a nightmare?” He murmured to you, lifting your hand and pressing a kiss to it.

- You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging yourself to him. He sucked in a breath at your actions, holding you close and stroking a hand up and down your back. He was used to you being a restless sleeper, used to you waking up on occasion. But never like this, never this shaken. Never this upset.

- “I…I dreamt that you died…” You mumbled against his tattooed skin, settling against his skinny frame with a soft sigh, “Maybe…Maybe it’s the fighting just getting to me…”

- Your words made his chest ache, his jade eyes closing as he held you a bit closer. He could understand where you were coming from, sometimes the fighting got to him as well. His sleep had always been tempered by bad dreams anyway.

- “After this mission, we should take a break,” He mused, tracing patterns on your back with his fingertips, “Head to Fortuna, stay with Nero and Kyrie for a bit…maybe some time at the beach would be nice. I can certainly use the sunlight.”

- His light teasing at his own pale skin made you smile a bit. He certainly was so pale, almost opaque.

- “I’d like that,” You mumble tiredly to him, body completely relaxed now and exhaustion hitting you after crying. Something about sobbing your eyes out left you so tired, “After this mission then…let’s take some time off.”

- V let out a low hum, his chest rumbling under your ear as he laid you both back down on the bed.

- You curled up on his chest, his heartbeat smooth and steady under your ear. So calming, so relaxing. A reminder that this was reality, and V was perfect and safe. You both were.

- V stroked a hand down your hair, watching your eyes start drifting closed as sleep reached its hands for you.

- “Sleep well, sparrow,” He murmured softly, “I’m not going anywhere.”

#Dante #Vergil #V #dante x reader #vergil x reader #v x reader #dante devil may cry #vergil devil may cry #v devil may cry #head canon #nightmares

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highladyofthetrees · 4 years

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Call Down the Hawk Notes

I read CDTH months ago but I never posted my notes, I doubt anyone cares but here we go.

Call Down the Hawk Notes

-I melt every time Ronan thinks about Adam

-New characters are really interesting, I actually find myself excited when the POV switches

-Love the tension of the anticipation that the different POV’s are closing in on each other

-Art appreciation 101 AND I LOVE IT

-all the stakes the pov’s are facing feel on the same level, miles better than KOS

-Ronan. That’s it.

-The whole “moderators” org seems really cool and way different than anything we’ve seen from Maggie before

-I feel so bad for Declan every min. Like I get it bro, you were born thinking you have to act like a middle aged senator but damn you shouldn’t have to put up with angst©️ and you shouldn’t have to raise your brothers manifestation of the perfect brother even though he already had you

-him and Jordan make a good pair since both of them feel like they have to hide their true selves

-tomato

-SARGENTO, MANAGEMENT

-ADDDDDAAAAAAMMMMMMM PARRRRRRRIIIISSSSHHHHH ONNN A MOOOOOTTTTTERRRRRRRCYYYYYYYYYCCCCCCLLLLEEEEEE DRIVING EIGHT FUCKING HOURSS TO SEE HIS BOYFRIEND SOMEONE REVIVE ME

-“I need to take off your clothes” omfg Adam Parish

-Crying for Declan. I’m soft. Poor baby.

-YOU’RE STILL A REALL LYNCH BRO BBY DON’T WORRY

-Someone please give Declan a good talking to and send him to college to get an art history degree please GANSEY come talk some sense into him

-I SWEAR TO MOTHERFUCKING GOD IF JORDAN, MATTHEW, RONAN, ADAM, or DECLAN DIE I WILL DRIVE TO FUCKING VIRGINIA TO TAKE CARE OF MAGGIE MYSELF

-Parcifal :’(

-Hell yeah Carmen fuck yeah punch that douche and grab your girl and run bitch yes

-Ok, Blue is talking to Mr. Grey, so is he back in Henrietta? Please?

-Wait no Carmen why are you back with them

-God someone needs to give Will Patton an award his voice oml

-I miss Cabeswater

-I miss Blue and Gansey

-Same issue as with KOS(king of scars): gang was really well set up and dynamics with relationships played off each other perfectly, so now that they’re separated it feels like we’re missing something. It should work; Ronan is my fave, so duh I’m gonna love anything with him in it. So what’s the prob, dog? Ronan was created to function in the group. Same reason why KOS didn’t work even if Nina and Nicoli were two amazing characters. Maggie does a way better job, and if anyone of Gangsey were to be the main focus of a separate series, Ronan was the best choice. So, yeah I don’t like CDTH quite as much but that’s only bc I’m so fucking in love with TRC. It stands on its own just fine

-Big difference: characters so often by themselves. TRC almost always had main characters in pairs, and maybe it’s bc I’m not used to considering Declan a MC but it feels like Ronan is alone way more and it doesn’t work the same? I guess? I get that the main thing is Ronan feels left behind a little since everyone moved on after graduation, and I’m only 1/2 through, but still.

-I MISS DAD AND JANE

-I MISS 300 FOX WAYYY

-The focus on nature is almost completely gone which I miss so much. Maggie’s descriptions of nature and the magic behind nature always made me feel that something more Blue was always prattling on about

-PLEASE Maggie I beg you lmk if/when the Gray man returns home

-when looking at the book separate, if I hadn’t read TRB I wouldn’t be invested in Ronan and Adams relationship much at all

-I wish we would’ve gotten more in Lindenmere so we got to feel the same magic as we did with Cabeswater

-unrelated: I was making this list while watching Ouran, and oH no raven boys is just a reverse harem with the homosexual supporting cast and everything !

Next book:

-Please Maggie, Adam POV

-Adam being a bigger part of the story (Xmas break?)

-Hennessy having a dream binge like Ronan did when K was teaching him in TDT

-Jordan/Declan kiss pls

-BRING BACK BLUE AND GANSEY PLEASE

-just a mention of what’s going on at 300 Fox Way. Please

-we’re gonna find out that the moderators intentions are bad actually but only the higher up mods know, Carmen will find out and go rouge trying to save Dreamers instead with Lil

#cdth spoilers

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spitexwired · 5 years

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✍ + 2!!

For every ✍ + a number I receive, I will share one headcanon for my muse about...

2 - being touched (tw for mentions of abuse and csa) (kinda? added just in case)

from a young age neil disliked being touched or grabbed in any way. Mostly bc they’re autistic and have sensory issues so being touched is a no go. This reall upset their parents because what kind of child di they raise if they cry at being hugged?

as they’re starting out in a new school setting, a teacher did.. did something bad to neil and they’re traumatized from it. Functioning in a setting as this one would bring back flashbacks and ptsd symptoms started manifesting

Neil gets bullied at school for both being autistic and mentally ill, which leads to provoking fights or physical intimidation. So now, if you were to grab Neil by the wrist he would not only panic, but try to make it stop in all means nessacarry.

So neil’s touch repulsed bc he’s autistic and has ptsd.

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thenixkat · 6 years

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Static Shock notes 49

Episode 10 (49)

Is there a reason for Gear to have the considerably less useful and safe hoverboard here other than plot?

Wow, zap caps continue to be fucking useless

There’s a bang Baby with tenticle hentai powers. Who’s immune to Static’s powers

The bang baby is staying at a crappy motel

I don’t know sports so for all I know this is another celebrity crossover thing

The Hawkins family + Richie at another special fancy function

Mr. H used too play football

Viirgil makes fun of his dad’s age

Mr. H whent to colledge with big footbal dude.

Why are Virgil and Richie wearing those colors. Those are not their colors, especially not Richie the boy should be wearing pink. And Virgil should be wearing orange

Rocky is fucking huge

Sharon was Dule’s concillor. That’s why the Hawkins have front row seats

Why the fuck did tentacle dude have to rip the bed apart? Where the fuck he gonna sleep?

Sharon is not impressed by money. Dule clearly has a crush on her

Tenticle dude is trying to kidnap Dule

Man these boys can get changed quick.Also where the fuck were they keeping their outfits and Bacpac? Does BacPac just follow Richie around out of sight with their costumes? Or have they started fully taking advantage of Richie’s hammerspace powers?

Also gear’s back with the skates

Chainlink is very tough and can absorb metal

Dule really thought that his securuity could stop a determined metahuman. Aldo Dulane fucking ditched Sharon and the rest

CHainlink’s reall name is Troy

Why. why do they have the same powers. Same powers manifesting in the same way (bearing difference in strength)? Like pretty much every previous Bang baby was unique barring two of the snake dudes, but given evidence that siblings/relatives have similar (if different powers) I could reasonably assume those snake dudes were twins

This feels, lazy

Blackmail

Dule, Sharon is in a relationship

Gear is really excited to follow around this celebraty until Static brings to his attention that they’re stalkers basicly

Sharon is a sharp cookie. Like she’s really smart and good ant figuring out people and “Brother Sister Act” was a peice of ooc shit

I want superhero Sharon

...why does the abandoned, Non OSHA compliant have huge active vats of strange chemicals that would not be useful in making planes?

Dule tries to solve blackmail with murder. Dule is down with murder and given he’s with the NFL, I’m not surprised

Troy, if you kill the person you wanted money from, you still wont get money

Dule is a dick to the superheroes trying to help him

Sharon nearly fucking dies from investigating shit

BULL FUCKING SHIT THE ACID FUCKING MISSED HIM

Fucking bitch ass writers

Sharon is fucking pissed

Hold the fuck up. Fuckin retcons. Those two were not near those members of Francis’ gang when the bang whent down.

No one fucking arrests Dule for attempted murder

Sharon isn’t mad, she’s disappointed. And its super effective on Dule

The Dakota dome. Dakota has a professional football staduim

Dakota’s home team has a lion mascot

Dule confesses to being a bang baby and to assault and attempted murder

Zap caps continue to be fucking useless. Almost like the dude has shown that he can absorb metal

Rocket and the other football players decide to fight Chainlink

Wait why did one player in the background jump into the stand? Oh to man the spotlight as support. Why do the football players have a play like this?

The football players are kicking Chainlink’s ass better than the superheros

Bacpac has pinchers on his legs. My son is strong

Dule makes the final blow.

Dule got fired but he did the right thing

Virgil and richie are fucking nerds

#nix meows #nix watches static shock

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itsgideon-garth · 6 years

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[ GIDEON GARTH (DAVINA CLAIRE’S FATHER)] WHO IS THE SPITTING IMAGE OF [ VIGGO MORTENSEN ] SEEMS TO HAVE GRACED NEW ORLEANS WITH THEIR PRESENCE. THEY ARE A [ 41/61 ] YEAR OLD [WITCH ]. IT IS KNOWN THAT THEY ARE [ BRAVE & RESOURCEFUL ] BUT ARE ALSO [ CLOSED OFF & SELF-SACRIFICING ]. WORD AROUND TOWN IS THAT THEY [ ARE NOT ] WORKING WITH THE CULT.

⚜ So I haven’t 100% fully fleshed out all parts & the many experiences Gideon has encountered along his story to make him the man he is today, but hey, that’s the beauty of plotting right? To make me delve further into my character and make up past experiences/stories and connections as I go along rping & plotting with all of you lovelies <3 So if anyone would like to plot a connection or anything at all, with Gideon, please feel free to fill up the heart on this post with some red XD ;) ⚜

So Gideon comes form a very old & powerful family line of witches and his family also happens to be one of the oldest witch families to have settled in NOLA eversince it was founded.

His large family is very into their ancestral magic and they are quite uppity and proud folks. Some of them throughout the past century till now, were also said to be quite hedonistic and irresponsible when it came to using their magic esp on the vampires, the no.1 species whom they hated. And there were also rumors that a couple of the Garth family of witches, had dabbled quite deeply into dark magic, but till now, those were just rumors.

However even from a young age of 7, gideon was a sharp, pretty perceptive and wise boy who didn’t hesitate from speaking his mind even in front of the elders and stating his pov/opinions of things. he disliked most of the principles, type of values and beliefs his large family and even his coven stood for & even disliked teh fact that they were all rooted in ancestral magic. The only thing he did like was the ability and powers of magic, the supernatural heritage of the city he grew up in and the ever-expanding knowledge about the supernatural world and the different types of supernatural species. So he studied hard, researched, and explored as much as he could about the supernatural species from his friends/ppl in the town & from the historical records from NOLA and even more so, the different forms and types of magic that were in existence. He thus also chose to invest & practiced other types & forms of magic, apart from his family ancestral ones, due to his growing curiosity and interest. So all in all, you could say that he was considered “the black sheep” of the family, since he was sorta of the rebel against them and so vry different from most of his family members, as he was v responsible in using his magic, had a pure heart full of good intentions and nothing else, very upright and steadfast in his good moral values and principles and in summary, v straight and not crooked like most of his family members were, in which he had also labelled them as ‘hypocrites.’

When he blossomed into a teenager, his powers manifested even more and his magical abilities also began to increase tremendously. Eventually, his inexplicable surge of power and energy had not gone unnoticed by the people in his coven and family (his family belonged to a large coven consisting of 3 families) and tehy all started considering him as a possible candidate to be the next leader of their coven. His family members then began to coach & pressuring him into becoming the perfect coven leader as they saw it as another golden accomplishment for their family’s name and were proud of the fact that their family line were able to churn out leaders at almost every other generation. Gideon initially showed he was okay with it bcos he secretly wanted to learn from them how to advance, control and harness his burgeoning magical powers even further, but once he had learned as much as he could from them, he began to boldly show his dislike for his family’s kind of magical practices and also boldly show that he had no intention nor did he ever want to become his coven’s leader as he was against a lot of things that they believed to be right and condoned half the stuff they did which was based on their manipulative and slightly crooked beliefs. One of which was the Harvest Ritual they believed in, and in which Gidoen was highkey skeptical & critical of when he first heard about it and in the end, he grew to hate it once he saw between the lines of matter. All the things which the coven and his family had done were mostly based on their ancestral magic beliefs and ancestral magic was the kind of magic which Gideon believed to be the key root problem to everything as well as anything negative that his families and the other witches of his coven did. When he was 17/18, he found out that he had natural affinity for nature and connection with the vast multitude of different species of plants, which then fueled his curiosity to research and learn more about this area of magic. He then gradually started to study herbalism as well as a few other areas linked to magical healing, as he felt that it would be a great way to help people with his powerful magical abilities and anyway, gideon’s objective all this while from childhood till now was to use his magic for good, to aid others and to keep the Balance in a purely righteous and morally upright way.

He finally had enough of his family and coven by the age of 22 & was so sicken of them to this point, that he ran away from NOLA without a word to anyone so nobody would be able to track him down ever and covered himself with an extraordinarily powerful charm he had secretly created on his own for a few years already, that shielded him from being able to be tracked by blood magic or any other magical means of locating him. He has then never once returned back to NOLA till now.

About a year before he left however, he entered into a relationship with a St.Claire witch (davina’s mom), and while he was initially reall in love with her at first, but after 8 months into the relationship, he finally saw all of her true colors, and a lot of them(or half of them) were negative and clashed with his own moral beliefs and principles. ( im willing & open to discuss further about this part of her character & personality with any mun who wants to play davina’s mom as i don’t wanna limit or god-mod anybody’c character, so this is just ny own personal hc for now since we don’t have Madam St.Claire in the rp rn XD) Their relationship deteriorated after that, as he couldn’t convince her to widen her mind and see between the lines of the many negative parts of their ancestral magic and they also had many terrible arguments for the next 2 months. Finally and sadly realizing that the two of them were not suited for each other and they might possibly forever be clashing with each other, he decided that the healthiest, best & only course of action was for them to end their relationship and thus he determinedly broke up with her. He left town 2 months after their breakup and ofc didnt inform her about his leaving. So if davina’s mom were to come in, im leaving it open to the mun to decide if she had already knew she was pregnant just before he left or only found out about it afterwards, but either way, she really didn’t have a chance to tell Gidoen that she was pregnant with his child.

He then travelled far and wide all around different states and eventually also different countries and parts of the world. And among his journey, he learnt hundreds of things, gained and widened his knowledge immensely, met all types of people, personalities, and species and had many impactful experiences which changed and molded him into the man and person he is today. It was during his travels that he further practiced and improve on his healing magic as well as herbal & traditional medicine which were pretty effective most of the time whenever he aided in helping to heal people, as he had infused & blended them with magical properties. So he quietly become pretty known among many people as a good & effective healer and he always tried his upmost best to use his magical abilities to help and save people who were being attacked by any supernatural beings with evil/bad intentions. The “part-time hired fighter” part of his occupation is indirectly more of a bodyguard/protector type of thing , where he selectively( & once in a while) allowed himself to be hired by any family or person, needing some protection for a while against someone who had malicious intentions of harming them. And after 40 years of his nomadic travelling (as he nvr settled down longer than a few years at a place), he has finally returned to NOLA due to the disturbing news he had heard Inadu, her cult and all the problems that were happening as result of them , and he wanted to come here to aid the good side as much as he could.

His personality rn, is of a more discreet and quiet man, gentle with some people, v patient, compassionate, likes to keep to himself as often as possible whenever he is not helping people, subtly wary, sometimes a bit dry and pretty shrewd & likes to silently & secretly observe people by himself on the inside. He is also very firm on his morality & always wants to do the upright thing as often as possible, though throughout his many years of experiences, he had also come to the realization, that there were a few instances, where things had to be handled in a more grey manner rather then black and white for the best outcome. So it is only in those few particular times, he had to grimly blur the lines a tiny little bit and view things in shades of grey.

#pregnancy tw #bio #macabre:intro

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