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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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PL2

6 - In bed at 2am, blissfully drowsy

37 - “You're stuck with me, like it or not.”

With my favorite WSO good ol' Baby On Board (Sorry Fanboy)

I see you, and I raise you Bob Floyd with the Admirals Daughter.

Warnings: None :)

Bob had been freaking the fuck out ever since he’d gotten the call from the county hospital that you’d been admitted. The worst part about knowing you were in the hospital was the fact he couldn’t just up and leave in the middle of a tactical response seminar. But the second he was finished? The second Mav had stopped talking and dismissed the group of Elite Naval Aviators that sat before him, Bob was racing off down the hall, collecting his keys from his locker and making a rush to the county hospital across town.

Because of course they couldn’t take you to the Base Hospital could they? No—that would’ve been too easy.

“You have a patient here, Y/n Y/l/n—what room is she in?” There were two things about Robert Floyd that still seemed to shock people when they figured him out.

“Miss Y/l/n, is resting and—“ Bob didn’t let the nurse sitting at the nurses station finish her sentence.

“I asked what room she’s in.” The first thing that seemed to shock people about Bob was that he lost all sense of politeness and rationality when the people he cared about were in pain or in any kind of danger. Phoenix found that out one night at the Hard Deck when some guy touched her ass. Robert Floyd, who at that point had shown no sign of aggression or intention to ever engage in any sort of physical contact, stood up after he finished his last sip of lemon lime bitters and threw the hardest right hook he could.

“As I was saying, she can’t have any visitors.” Bob didn’t like that response at all as the nurse went back to her paperwork.

“Listen to me—“ The second thing about Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd that shocked people when they finally connected the dots, was that he was dating none other than Admiral Beau Simpson's daughter and had been doing so for a number of years before he even crossed paths with Cyclone at Miramar. “I’m gonna ask you one more time—“ But Bob already knew Cyclone from the many dinners he’d been over for during holiday seasons and family get-togethers. It didn’t however change the hostility the pair shared. “What room is my girlfriend in—“ Because there was something Bob hadn’t done yet that your father thought he should have done by now if he was serious about his baby girl.

Bob hadn’t Proposed.

“Floyd.” Cyclone called out from down the hall as Bob turned in the direction your fathers voice had come from. “She’s in room 1024.” Bob waisted not a second of time as he made his way towards your dad.

“You’ve seen her?”

“It’s locked.”

“I don’t care—“ You were Bob's entire world, his best friend, the love of his life, his better half. “I need to see her.” As Bob tried to push past your dad, Cyclone put his hand on Bob's shoulder, catching his attention and stopping him from taking another step forward.

“What are you gonna do kid? Are you gonna break the door down?”

“Yeah—“ Bob nodded as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “If I have to.” All Beau did in response was let his hopefully one day soon son in law go, watching as he made a direct line towards your hospital room.

“I spoke to the doctors, they said she fainted at school but she’s fine Robert.”

“If she fainted then she isn’t alright now is she!?” Bob spat back at your dad as he continued down the hall. Cyclone stayed hot on his tail.

“They said she’s run down and a little dehydrated but she’s okay.”

“Alright so then why won’t they let anyone see her?” Bob asked as he stopped in his stride and turned back to Cyclone who looked just as worried as Bob.

“Because she’s sleeping, she needs it.” Bob knew better than anyone how hard you’d been overworking yourself. Between working full time and studying you were spread pretty thin. Bob thought you needed to take a step back, he saw the way you had been neglecting your own health in order to fit study into your already jam packed schedule. “Bob, she’s fine.” Bob let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in ever since he got the call you’d been taken to hospital. “She’s gonna be okay kid.”

“What are you even doing here?” Bob questioned your dad as he ran his hands through his hair.

“I’m one of her emergency contacts, they called me.”

“Yeah I know that but—“ Bob didn’t mean to sound rude, he was just stating the obvious. Beau Simpson had never been an overly passionate father figure. And it seemed as though Beau caught onto what his somewhat son in law had been insinuating.

“You mean what’s a heartless shithead like me doing in a place like this?”

“Yeah something like that.” Bob replied, was he proud of himself? No not really, but he knew his point had been made.

“I would’ve come for you too if you ever worked hard enough to pass out.” Cyclone tapped Bob's shoulder as he smiled softly. “But you never have.” Bob chuckled softly too as both men saw a nurse stepping out of your room, gesturing that they could enter if they wanted to. “You go, I’m sure she wants to see you before anyone else.”

“Thanks Sir.” Bob replied as he nodded and pressed his lips together. “Thank you for caring about her enough to come.” Bob left it at that, not quite hearing what Admiral Sysmpison said under his breath.

“You too son, you too.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

The next day after Bob had admittedly refused to leave your side overnight, you were both getting home to an empty house that had been left unattended overnight.

However, as you slept soundly while Bob kept a watchful eye on you, he asked Fanboy and Phoenix if it wasn’t too much trouble, if they could swing by and just spruce the place up a little bit.

They did without hesitation because they knew if there were still things that needed to be done around the home you and Bob shared, you truly wouldn’t be able to rest. And all you needed right now was rest. And plenty of it.

“Alright so here’s what you’re gonna do.” Bob cooed as he cupped your face and pulled you close the moment you both stepped through the threshold of your humble abode. “You’re gonna go upstairs and take a long, hot shower and relax while I cook us some food.”

“I can help you cook.” You tried to argue but the look you got from your boyfriend in return was enough to tell you that he was serious about you doing nothing. “Alright alright, I’ll be in the shower.”

“When you're done it’s straight into pyjamas, no ifs or buts.” Bob shouted after you as you walked up the stairs. You were so thankful to have Bob, someone who cared enough about you to want to take care of you and tell you to slow the hell down. You thought you were fine until you weren’t fine. Which was why Bob felt it was important and absolutely critical that he stayed home with you for a day or two to make sure you weren’t going to start back up into the almost psychotic routine you’d been putting yourself through to fit everything in.

“Okay so I know you aren’t sick but I also know you can’t be feeling too crash hot so—“ Bob cooed as he opened the bedroom door a little wider with his foot to see you getting ready to hop into bed. “I thought chicken soup and toast might be good.” Bob explained as he padded across the bedroom, carrying two bowls of delicious soup on a tray.

“Is that your mum's chicken soup?” You asked curiously as the smell captivated your senses as Bob moved closer. “Oh god it smells so good.” Bob was as careful as he could be as he sat down beside you in bed, holding the tray he’d brought in with two bowls of soup and buttered toast to go with.

“I didn’t have time to make it from scratch so I just got some out of the deep freeze.” You really did love Robert Floyd, and for what it was worth you’d say yes in a heartbeat if he ever did ask you to marry him. But it was something you weren’t too pressed about—you were just happy to enjoy the moments you had with him. “But here, we’re gonna sit down and we’re gonna eat this soup and we’re gonna watch Shameless because I know that you’ve been needing to find the time to finish it and now a time has presented itself.” Bob babbled as he passed you your bowl and took his own as he expertly manoeuvred his legs under the covers. “Don’t argue either.”

“I feel fine, I promise—“ You tried to argue anyway as you blew on your spoon full of soup, sending Bob the biggest puppy dog eyes you could conjure up. “But this is perfect, thank you for this.”

“Anytime.” Bob leaned in to kiss your cheek before the pair of you settled in for an afternoon in bed binge watching Shameless and trying to not think about the copious amounts of studying you had and the fact you had to miss work. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~**

2am rolled around a hell of a lot quicker than it normally did. Maybe it was because you and Bob had spent the majority of the afternoon in bed together or perhaps it was the fact that after your bowl of Bob's mum's chicken noodle soup, you felt a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Blissfully drowsy in a love filled embrace you snuggled into the warmth of Bob's exposed chest as he wrapped you into him, half dazed and sleeping.

“I could stay like this forever.” You mumbled as you tried to get yourself back to sleep. Bob had always been a little sleeper. So much so it felt like sometimes he was always alert to what was going on around him, especially you. “But I know reality is chewing on our heels.”

“You're stuck with me, like it or not.” Bob cooed as he pulled you in closer. “I took the next few days off to just be with you.” He explained, knowing that in the next day or two he was going to finally ask you to marry him. “So, reality is gonna have to wait, miss overachiever, because you're stuck with me.”

Smiling into Bob's armpit, you beamed at the thought. Damn, he really cared huh.

“I don’t think that sounds all that awful at all baby.”

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Leah’s 4k celebration 🎊

#Leah’s 4k celebration 🎊#bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #bob top gun #bob floyd fluff #bob floyd imagine #robert bob floyd #robert floyd #top gun maverick #top gun bob #maverick top gun

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moodymisty · 5 months

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A kinda funny anecdote: I asked my husband who he thinks tumblr girlies would like to fuck and he sighed and said Sanguinius or Magnus.

But he wished people would thirst over Jaghatai Khan more, since he's actually a good man, playing up a mysterious façade but actually being a loyal and intelligent man, a family man even, as he is from a culture that values family. Only thing faster than his sword is his wit.

So, if you please, I would love to see the Great Khan whisk away the reader, on his bike or horse, just something a bit romantic if you feel like it <3

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: YES! JAGHATAI TIME! I'm so glad someone requested him! He's really an awesome Primarch and one of my favorites, I would totally paint some if that didn't mean I had to paint white. It's sad how often people forget to mention White Scars when mentioning kinder space marines, they're awesome. Hope you enjoy.

Summary: Khan realizes he's in love not when he sees your beauty or your skills, but when he sees you in the mud with the horses.

Relationships: Jaghatai Khan/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None, Though I had a bit of trouble forming this one in a way I was happy with, so apologies if it reads a bit weird? It's also my first time writing Jaghatai

Word Count: 1143

While Jaghatai would be wrong to say this would be the oddest sight he's seen in his already long existence, perhaps it's up there.

"There you are."

His voice travels easily over the sound of the wind raking the tall grass, blowing fabric and hair along with it.

Sitting cross legged in the grass of a massive rolling field is where he found you, playing with the snout of a horse that has lazily laid on his legs to be at a similar height to you. He blows air through his lips, making an odd whinny at you when you turn and stop giving the stallion your full attention. You catch Jaghatai's eyes for a moment before looking away, a bit contrite.

"Apologies," You say, and he can hear the title Lord Primarch on your lips. You stifle it now, as he finds it far less palatable than his others.

"Do you have need of me?" You move to get up, but the Primarch gives a response before you're able. Jaghatai's mouth quirks up ever so slightly to one side, watching the horse attempt to get purchase on your clothing with his lips while you aren't looking at him.

"No. I was only curious where you had managed to lose yourself this time. My captain was beginning to think we were down one remembrancer."

You don't directly answer him, but the way you glance over at him with a guilty smile is enough.

Your hand brushes along the stallion's cheek, the thick fur of his growing winter coat raking through your fingers. The nights are getting colder, and the baseline humans that serve the massive, overheated Astartes find themself bundling pelts and fabrics tighter, skin burned from cold wind.

Jaghatai can hear you now whispering to the horse under your breath, even as the cold air whips across the barren, grass covered field. He can see the plume of smoke from another camp far in the distance.

They aren't hostile, but he never allows himself the sheer foolishness of assuming they will remain that way. Especially since they're carrying with them valuable cargo this time; Remembrancers and Navigators, and other such. Humans that would be an easy and worthwhile target, if they were ever so foolish enough to do so with a Primarch so close.

He gestures to the horse who's snout you gently rub, feeling the soft, tiny hairs on the stallion's upper lip. What a rare moment of relaxation you've gotten with no overseers looming over you as they would on Terra. How interesting that it seems the Astartes of the White Scars are less rigid than your old Imperium higher ups.

"I am surprised he's letting you do this. The last man that got close, he killed."

You look up at him as if he's telling a sort of terrible joke- then you realize that he is dead serious, as much as that soft, ever so slight upturn of the corners of his mouth might say otherwise. The Horses of Chogoris have always been so untenably wild, perhaps you shouldn't be surprised.

"I'm no stranger to that sort of thing, nowadays." He finds it amusing that you don't seem to state it negatively. "Going from Terra to Chogoris has been quite the adjustment."

The horse's tail whips sharply once, before settling again. You continue playing with him, occasionally looking to the Khan as he stays in silence. It's peaceful, far more peaceful than he's had in a long while, and the moment allows Jaghatai to finally piece together what has been gnawing at him since you'd entered his life. To think that was so long ago now, at least in the timeline of a mortal.

His eyes watch over you, your gentleness as you treat the stallion in the same, abit foolhardly way of kindness he's seen from you before. For someone who has seen more than their fair share of things that would make other mortals crumble, you seem to take it all in stride.

Perhaps its why you've managed to fit in so well. His men much prefer your attitude to the few other pompous, stiff Imperium operatives they've had the misfortune of being in the presence of. It may not be often, but more than once has he caught one of his captains rolling their eyes.

But now he finally understands what that feeling was that had dug it's nails into him; The one that had been heavy in his chest and on his mind. The one that had his mind drift to you in moments of slowness.

He is in love with you. Or perhaps more accurately, he's striding down the path closer to it. Each step he takes, each time he speaks with you, he makes his way closer and closer.

He enjoys the way you look at him, speak to him without so much formality, the way you treat the galaxy like it's full of wonders instead of horrors. You know in reality it is, but you once joked it's better to simply keep moving than to sit in the corner and weep. Perhaps that was the moment that this all started.

A part of him knows that something like this is only going to bring problems. To entangle this with a labyrinthine crusade of Astartes, of other Primarchs.

But in the end, he doesn't care.

The Primarchs were doomed to this feeling of being separated from humanity- their own internal humanity- by a pane of glass; So close and able to watch, but not truly feel. Even with how much they mimic, the Primarchs all feel a distinct emptiness within them from how cast away they are from those who they share species with.

To have a chance to maybe feel love, to actually feel truly human for the first time in his life, he isn't going to pass it by. Perhaps it's selfish, but he has little care. He is going to live his life the way he wishes any he will deal with the difficulties as they come.

Jaghatai Khan can easily vault the fence with zero effort, given his height. In doing so, he steps close to you, and the massive horse raises his head and begins to rise to his hooves, no longer allowed to slack off. He roughly gestures with his hand for you to rise.

"Up. I'll show you how to ride him."

You get up on your feet, and look up at him. He looks down at watches the light of the brightest moon of the month reflect on your skin. There's the faint smell of smoke in the air from the fires, and that stinging scent of cold air. You easily climb up onto the horse's bare back, Jaghatai even then still taller.

"Perhaps if you can tame him just enough, he can be yours."

#jaghatai khan x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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dve · 1 month

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my main thoughts about judith is like she's been in the military for most of her life. ive had two drinks so i might be misremembering but like she was like six??? or something to do with that when she joined the cohort. her dad is high up so she wasn't sent out at that age but it does suggest something about child soldiers outside of the fourth. also like the drainage part of her necromancy like how do you teach that to someone?? she's very interesting anyways

really good points anon!!!! i think that the houses' normalization of children being introduced to warring for the empire at such a young age is so interesting, especially given how fourth and second seem to function in tandem with each other even though typically fourth is more closely associated with fifth fandom-wide. in turn it's intriguing to see how people in the fandom respond to that association and the military structure of second, how judith functions within it, etc.,

the drainage part of her necromancy seems to be second house standard fare (although i think being a generalist is also fairly common if i recall correctly) and i wish we'd gotten to see at least a little bit of it in action through judith in gtn since it's used to empower the necromancer and not the cavalier, separate from any of the trails which i think are at the ultimate extreme of what necromancy means / does / the theorems of it all. for me it brings to mind the blood of eden memorandum at the end of htn before AYS when blood of eden points out that one should not engage with the enemy unless absolutely certain that there is not a necromancer present in the unit, and even then, maybe still don't, because if there's a necromancer among the enemy and that necro can essentially embolden and strengthen the non-necromantic parties, then it makes combat even more frightening than it already is.

as for judith being in the military all her life, yeah! yeah. yeah... i find some people's hostility towards judith as a character interesting when it makes sense to me that judith, who is still so young by the time she's been dubbed the captain in ntn and possessed by varun, is obviously clinging to the beliefs and ideals of the empire taught to her from childhood, seems to need that belief in the empire to survive in the conditions she ends up in. she serves as a fun narrative contrast to characters like corona or camilla, obviously, in that they've got doubts of their own, but judith's dogmatism in AYS especially is also a response (to me) to her own doubts, fears, and further goes to show how deeply-ingrained her beliefs are and how deeply-ingrained those beliefs may be in second house and the cohort altogether.

#judith deuteros #camilla hect #coronabeth tridentarius #ask #lil bit of a word vomit response but ty for sharing your thoughts!!! <33 #i think i'd also like to talk about how palamedes and cam uphold and reinforce houser ideology and ideals in the books #because people seem to put judith and marta in opposition to cam and pal pretty often #but that's an ask for another day

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onelocket · 1 year

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fyodor dostoevsky as a cat

fyodor d. x reader

prompting guide -- You find out that your lover—Fyodor, turned into a cat. How would you treat him? (+ scenario on how you first saw him as such)

involves -- cat!fyodor ᓚᘏᗢ and fluff… scenario bonus is kinda formatted weird, similar to my SFW alphabet. pls understand that hahaha

headcanons

Kisses… many, many kisses.

It’s not to say it’s rare for you to give your lover kisses, however… Let’s just say he has a limit to them. He likes your lips on him, granted, but too much can stimulate the mind of his which make him a little ‘tense’. So he usually makes you stop after about a good group of your kisses pepper his face.

At least, that’s how it should go. But when this guy turned into a tomcat—goodness, it was impossible to count how far your affection lost its string. He was quite a small cat, so it was more than a breeze to scoop him in your arms and flush him with thousands of little pecks on his fluffy face.

When you first did this, you had received such an ugly scar on your cheek because of his hostile scratch. He wasn’t much to blame—given how sudden your action was during that time. However… it did make him feel very, very bad. Probably even more bad than how painful the scar was.

To Fyodor, he thought he made you feel upset; as if he doesn’t like your kisses at all and wishes to be untouched by them, even as a cat. So when tears started to flow through, he tried so much to comfort you. But as a cat, what could he do?

Well, not that it matters now anyway. As ‘punishment’, he seemed to allow you to kiss him endlessly—with the only way to end it is by you initiating so. But it’s fine, you know he likes it after all.

"Fedya~ Fedya, come, it’s time to taste-test some treats!"

As his lover, you know damn well how to get his attention. Even if he was a cat. So it didn’t take long for you to comprehend what he’ll turn his little head to, one of which being treats.

It surprised you at first, knowing that he wasn’t exactly the type to be so fond of such temptation like that. When human, Fyodor had more… ‘dark’ things that he’d spend his attention to. But perhaps, as a cat, he’s gotten just a tiny bit innocent. Or it could so come from his love for tea—which would now be treats, given he’s a cat.

When you wanted to steal his amenity, you’d leave him alone in a room for a little while to pick something up. Sometimes, he follows—sometimes he doesn’t. And for times that he does not, you take that opportunity to collect a few sort of treats that your hands could carry, trying to make not even a whisper of noise as you walk back to the room. While Fyodor knew you were coming back, he definitely didn’t expect the gifts ahead.

Meowing and purring a lot, you were already giggling from the quick responses your lover was clear about wanting you to hear. Any less care for your situation and he probably would be scratching your feet trying to get you down. But you insist first, carefully placing the nice selection of delicacies on the tatami matted floor.

Taste-testing treats was one of the many activities he and you liked to do. On times where you’re nice, you’ll let him taste the treats easily—gently scooping a handsome amount to let him eat on. But for times where you felt a little playful, you’d tease him a lot, aiming the treat near his face just to lift your hand up; in a way he can not reach.

It was cute to hear his angry little noises when he felt impatient, paired with such a fluffy face that you could spend hours staring at.

Head rubbing

If you have your own card for grasping his attention, Fyodor also has one of his own.

Actually, it was always pretty easy to have your time focused on him, given that he was just so undeniably cute for you to resist. He’ll place a paw on your lap, on your arm, anywhere that he can—and that was but a quick switch for you to end up smiling and hugging his soft fur. Even for a cat, he was still a desire you can not hide from.

But for times where you do not seem to let go, he’d be a little upset by it. After all, it wasn’t so often Fyodor wants the attention so badly that he’ll initiate it first.

So when he can, Fyodor will gently rub his head against wherever he can. Namely your arm or your shoulder, since he’s always on a counter or somewhere high within the home of yours. His dark fur accompanied with his velvety, beautiful ears creating friction against your soft skin was a way to make you turn your head, a smile on your face as you sigh in defeat, unable to resist him anymore.

Aggression towards clothing!! But… he likes to be underneath your shirts?

As time went on, with him still a cat—it’d be no surprise that there will be a time you’ll want to do something you’ve always seen other cat owners do too. Well… was it right for you to call yourself a cat owner? The cat in question is your lover, after all.

But then that just makes an excuse, doesn’t it? Nothing really seems to answer as you whine in annoyance, seeing him still avoid the silky fabric that you bought just for him.

Fyodor had kept this behavior up since the day he became a cat—denying any form of cloth on his tomcat body even if you gave him the most pleading eyes possible. If he was human, such so would’ve worked. But him as a cat was different now.

There was a time where you didn’t know the consequences that could happen from your actions, so you once tried to forcibly make him wear the clothing you searched stores upon stores to find. It wasn’t even anything embarrassing—it was but a cute little onesie for him, in a shade of red with purple details. Yet he does not seem fond of it, for he took it upon himself to scratch you lightly as a warning.

Let’s… not talk about what happened after. It’s easier to say that since then, you did not try again. Even if it felt odd to you—since you always thought Fyodor would be the type who’d appreciate clothing as a cat.

While Fyodor can get very aggressive with the thought of clothing, there are very clear times where he contradicts this by crawling underneath your shirt to plop like a loaf of bread on top of your stomach. And sometimes, he might bite your stomach lightly, but never too harshly. He only ever scoops himself under when you’re lying down, and when he first did it—you felt a little puzzled. But the warmth you gave him was enough to make you understand the clue, so you allowed him nonetheless. Plus, your shirt was an easy access to see his adorable face as he’d mostly fall asleep whenever he does it. And who are you to complain?

Rat toys.

For the record, you too thought he’d turn into a rat if there would ever be a time that calls a change for your lover. But now that he’s instead a cat, you can’t help but wonder, does he have a more ‘playful’ side that brings the world to make him a cat? Even then, you can’t complain.

Adding on, to emphasize his current situation, you and he usually play with toys that’ll keep his mind active, since there aren’t many things a small cat can do. Planning for the worlds change isn’t one of them, at least; so it was required to find him an activity that’ll set his mind going. Too much of nothing or too much loving and kissing might leave his mind going blank.

You realize that Fyodor isn’t really picky when it comes to toys—so long as it’s something he can scratch, he’ll try to take it off your hands. And of course, it was more than delightful to play with him, so you accept every bit possible of his energized demeanor.

But if there’s one thing Fyodor can not give up as a cat… it’d be rat toys. Those small, plush-like rat toys that you hold onto by its thin pink tail, with a face so cute yet so destructible for a cat like Fyodor.

His claws sharpen at the sight of you bringing rat toys, his small yet quick body able to jump heights just to grab even a thread of that sewn fabric, because his force seemed to be much stronger than yours for that damned rat.

You always laugh at the sight, him either trying to rip the rat open and leave cotton flying around the room, or him walking away with such accomplishment to leave the new rat in a pile of all the other rat toys. You tried to collect them once, but he was always so wary of you taking them, as if insisting that they were his collection. So you just giggle it off, even if you knew this meant more money was going to be spent for new toys. But if it was for him, then you guess it’s okay.

scenario

K — Knit the voice. What was that sudden noise? Your ears tried to push you away from the thought, but your mind was sharp enough to register a faint meow play in the wind. "A meow…?" Your face twists to a curious look, walking closer to the open shoji doors while your feet tap on the wooden flooring. As you crouch down with your chest pressed against your knees, your head leans forward to take a peek—hopeful of finding the source of what came through your ears. But to your disappointment, you couldn’t find a sight of hint.

Standing up, you step off the small deck to land on the front garden, walking around with your eyes wandering the greenery. The sun wasn’t too bad to bear, and in fact, you did need sunlight daily… just because Fyodor wasn’t with you, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take care of yourself. So the sun wasn’t much of a bother. After all, you wanted to know the origins of the noise. It wasn’t so common to hear sounds around this place, so it got you curious. Fyodor specifically chose this minka for you and him so no other party would be visiting any of you during these days of vacation, even the world seemingly didn’t want you two to spend the deserved time right now. It was upsetting, really. Instead of cuddling up with him, you were alone for a bit till he comes back.

Your thoughts would be interrupted by another meow, however.

I — It’s actually a cat… How would you approach it? Your eyes weren’t able to hold back from being in shock as you saw the fluffy sight. You weren’t fooling yourself at all—for a cat was in front of the gates of your terrace, looking at you with those…amethyst eyes? Sat down, the cat just a few walks away from you had its head tilted up to face you—enlightening your captivated mind. It was such a beauty, fur dark with eyes you’ve never seen a cat hold before. They were a cold tone of amethyst, but the little gib looked so cute to be seen intimidating.

"…Woah," You could only say, body going slow as you couldn’t seem to stare away from that unique eye color. And you thought yellow was rare.

You hear it meow again, seeing its little paws making its way to your spot as you really couldn’t do anything to change the situation. You didn’t want to, in fact. You wanted the cat to come closer.

T — Those eyes hold such familiarity. Why does it? With your feet still standing on where it is, the cat made its way closer to you. With each paw passing, it eventually reached a distance that would only take you crouching to pat it. Yet you weren’t so focused on how gentle it was walking—rather, you were more focused on the shade of its eyes.

You’ve seen plenty of felines and tomcats in your life. Some cuter than others, some playful than most. Not one has ever failed to make you smile—seemingly always ending up in wholesome giggles while you play with their fur. But this specific cat was just… rather a little different. Those eyes, they held in so much beauty in them, but they also felt like they were trapping you in. Why was that? To add on, they were a little too familiar, even the reaction you were getting made you feel a sense of deja vu.

Was it even normal to see purple eyes on a cat? You’ve seen so much that you couldn’t be sure of what existed or not. Yet then again, this world you were living in; nothing ever seemed to be out of the ordinary. Death wasn’t even a word that frightened the majority anymore. So eyes of a cat can’t be that new. You couldn’t help but laugh a little, speaking, "Ah.. how silly. Why can’t I just appreciate this cat’s beauty?" while you saw the cat sit back down and mewl in response. Interesting.

T — Toy with it longer, then you’ll see a surprise that proves your familiarity stronger. You’d soon realize that this cat in front of you was growing to be even more different than the others. You knew black cats to be silly and almost bound to be all cuddly with you the second they see you—or at least, that was something that all black cats do to you. But this little gib, it wasn’t as playful as them. It was but only facing you, a stare that normal humans will categorize as blank; but to you, felt like it was saying something.

You take this time to crouch down, to soon let your knees meet the soft grass. In a more comfortable position, you slowly move a hand of yours to it, fingers closed with the exception of one, which was as if trying to invite the cat forward.

Much to your satisfaction, it accepts your offer, gently leaning its head on your delicate finger as it pulls itself closer. You couldn’t make heads or tails of its gender yet, but you did find it adorable. So, so unique, too. It was like a cat straight from Fyodor’s imagination if he ever thought of such topic. Graceful and quiet, straightforward yet seemingly humble… with a palette that’d be easier to spot than the similarities of others. ..Wait.

Y — You were more than right. There wasn’t any other possible answer. At least, not in the hands of your lover who you knew had this place greatly hidden like a forbidden feather. Needing confirmation of your sudden conclusion, you reach out your other hand, leaving the chin alone as you put your hands together; silently asking if he would come to you closer. And as if reading your mind, he did, elegantly climbing up to your cupped hands and resting on top like you were his bed. "…Fedya, Do you understand me?" You ask, to which he nods to quite clearly.

Yet but an amused breath escaped you, eyes twinkling in surprise. He really was Fyodor. Albeit you don’t usually call him such, he still replied, even furthering your point by tapping on your palm—a spot Fyodor always caresses when you two spend time together. Logical reasoning tried to twist around your head, but you instead found yourself pulling him closer, letting his soft fur meet your chest as you held back a noise of excitement. You should’ve been scared—afraid, worried, but no- you were excited. You knew Fyodor wasn’t the type of guy to just accept a change and come back to you as if this was a situation he couldn’t escape through, so instead you were letting the other side of your mind entertain itself.

And Fyodor doesn’t seem to be disagreeing, either. Rubbing his head on your chest, he purrs at the feeling of your hands stroking his back—your knees lifting themselves up to support his tiny size. You giggle at the ticklish feeling, cheeks peppering a light pink before you stop to lift him up a bit, leaving you two facing each other properly. Now that you know, even his amethyst eyes seemed to show more of a resemblance to your lover. It made you smile, "How bizarre… I know you’re a smart guy, my love, but I wonder how you’ll be able to escape this surprising antic now?"

#krei headcanons #bsd dostoevsky #bsd imagines #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x y/n #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor imagines #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs fyodor #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd fyodor #bsd headcanons #fyodor x you #bsd

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So, I’ve recently gotten this Jimmy. He’s been settling in very well with my other emperors, and my Lizzie instantly took to him. However, I noticed that my Scott was beginning to show signs of courtship, though it took me a bit to realize he wasn’t trying to be aggressive, as I’d never witnessed one before. It seemed to be going alright, but then my Lizzie started targeting my Scott, cornering and trying to intimidate him, but she instantly stops when my Jimmy is around. She hasn’t physically attacked him yet, but I’ve separated them, just in case. I was hoping I could let my emperors roam free and all interact with each other, but now I’m worried that I’ll have to keep my Scott or Lizzie locked in so they don’t hurt each other. Any idea why she started to get so territorial?

Hi there, thanks for the ask!

I understand your concern on all fronts - elven courtship is a stand out and highly unique ritual that definitely isn't for the faint of heart, and any responsible emperor owner would be concerned with territorial behaviour. However, I am pleased to reassure you than the behaviour of your Lizzie is not a result of any actual behavioural issues - in fact, your Lizzie being so well bonded to her Jimmy is a complete credit to your emperor husbandry. This behaviour is great indicator that you've successfully recreated the natural, mutually beneficial and familial relationships wild Lizzies are inclined to form with their closely related brother species, the Jimmy Solidarity.

But enough of my biology geeking - you came here seeking advice. I've already mentioned the behaviour of your Lizzie is entirely natural, but here's why - it is a completely normal reaction of a rescued or freshly mature Lizzie to witnessing the courtship behaviours of Jimmy and his mate towards each other. The fact is, your Lizzie has never seen elven courtship rituals either - to her, Scott is initiating his own kind of territorial dispute and general challenge to her bonded Jimmy, and as the larger and more powerful species, she will see it as her duty to muscle in and protect Jimmy. Indeed, keeping an eye on her "Little brother" is what she was born for, and while she's doing a very good job, it's understandably distressing for you and your Scott. You never mentioned how old your Lizzie was, or where exactly you got her from (Wild caught, rescue, domestic bred, etc) but both of these are contributing factors to the intensity of this behaviour - although almost all Lizzies will have protective instincts like this, only some will have this strong of a reaction. This is usually the case of rescued Lizzies who have not been bonded with a Jimmy before, or freshly matured Lizzies who are in the same situation. This does happen in the wild too - imagine the battering a Scott might get when there are multiple bonded Lizzies to one Solidarity.

However the most important thing to note about this behaviour is it is temporary - this will not affect the future of your emperor colony nor will it have any poor effect on your emperors if managed correctly. Keeping an eye on your emperors is vital - many have reported baby monitors and home security, such as a cheap camera above any popular communal areas are extremely effective for amateur behaviour monitoring. The main function of this is to ensure that no one is getting hurt or having prolonged fights while you're away, as these are signs the behaviour phase is not playing out as planned (though you can also find some hilarious clips) Provided nothing of the sort is found, you can be reassured that this stage will play out eventually and the house will return to normal. Whether this is because the Lizzie figures out nothing is wrong or because the Scott finally gets over the prolonged hostile stage of his courtship ritual and actually starts behaving romantically towards your Jimmy is entirely up to the individual temperaments of personalities of your group. Rest assured, it will end, and in the meantime, maybe your Scott getting what was coming to him after being such a big bully in courtship, heh.

Thanks again for the ask,

Mod Darwin :)

#empires smp #empiresblr #advice #empires jimmy #empires scott #empires lizzie #scott smajor #dangthatsalongname #lizzie ldshadowlady #ldshadowlady #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #mod darwin

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stream of consciousness merbling about the state of things (personal level) again

another alleviation acting a salve in this awful situation is my brother, regardless of his "???" about trans identities, still came to the same conclusion about mom i did in that conversation, and it's one of those "gain 90% defense boost from all future verbal barbs bc a layer of cowardice accidentally showed its hand to you, and the person is officially too pathetic, too willfully and maliciously ignorant for you to have any reason to even value their opinion of you, draining the venom to the potency of a bratty child's squirt gun" moments:

while he is confused but open-minded and wants to learn what's up now that the concept is even on the table, having not actively hated trans people prior, just never really considered the fact they exist, or (knowingly) encountered any before

she's been willingly infected with that hot new rightwing podcast boomer batshit virus where people who are way more fashy than they want to admit react so badly to the concept of trans acceptance it makes them more and more evil about literally everything else just to get allies about it, and has been for quite some time. she's already dedicated a lot of ego into being hateful as a sustained belief held proudly and with a sense of assumed intellectual superiority over anybody being kind due to the fixation on "facts and logic" (that are all bullshit), despite multiple opportunities to bail out gracefully by me being patient and a dumbass still trying

so she has to be brick wall level stupid/stubborn on the matter and inly go increasingly scorched earth in response to the very concept now, because she has to be forever scared shitless of the possibility that "humoring" the pronouns for a few weeks could yield swift, visible, and positive results

he agrees with my assessment that she is terrified of the possibility that if anybody plays along, even just out of token gesture... and i suddenly become less anxious, more confident, my cognitive decline ceases to be so much more rapid as it had been getting, if i am more 'present' more often, if the constantly on-edge chihuaha syndrome vanishes as a result

she would then have to think about The Implications of that

and The Implications of "this is what we could have gotten the first time they asked. imagine where they could have been by now, if you had let them be a person, and not define them by a coin flip of their organs"

my brother is not scared of a positive outcome; that'd be ridiculous

but mom? she now has to be (and having to fear positive outcomes is another reason people like her are so fucking miserable and doing it to themselves)

that's the true fear of a lot of them, i think. to face a level of culpability for totally asinine harm inflicted willingly upon their children while claiming they were doing the most noble protections of all.

and she'd be among them. proof in front of her, rubberstamped by the golden child, that she's has been resisting the medicine i needed all along, with every ounce of strength she has, for a decade.

to face a level of guilt she's never had to face before, a buck she cannot pass onto any of the shitty now ex-husbands she brought into our house, that she has actively hurt me, not just by accident or neglect or in fallout of obliviously poor choices made in a moment, but chosen actively, to hurt me, as much as the worst of them, but they were horrible flickers and splinters in our lives, i won't ever have to put up with them again,

but she was the only world i had as a child and then as a disabled person who was reliably bullied (partly For Being Queer!) out of developing in-person support networks... and she became a hostile world, willingly, proudly,

that she has been The Most Wrong She's Ever Been, for Years, and she looks not only cruel and evil, but like an arrogant stupid jackass clown as well, and she played a much greater role in my mental trauma than she thought even possible of herself

that's not just an ego bruise. that is the entire perception of herself as a good wise moral person getting oblitered into motes of ash, and she has to strike the match herself on top of that

-inhales-

like yeah. that would suck to face that, wouldn't it. it'd probably suck so bad you'd be tempted to just lean in and start tearing everything around you to shreds than humble yourself as painfully as that

but uh. Tough Shit that was Hard Earned, maam

#sporadic warbling #hoooooogh discussions of transphobia and abuse but not in the dire sense #we're now at the 'looking at the abuser like a tantrum toddler thatd just be embarassing if not for all the very real destruction' stage

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Toga seems to avoid killing when possible

Especially when it comes to heroes, even select heroes after Twice’s death

(Spoiler warning)(Toga meta and Quirk Theory)

In Bnha Toga Himiko has had multiple chances to personally kill many individuals, including Ochako and Tsuyu but for some reason she never strikes a fatal blow.

I think this adds and plays into the conflict that she’s currently having in recent chapters using Twice’s Quirk, a part of why she’s not able to use it to the fullest extent.

Starting with all the examples of Toga’s avoidance of critical hits:

(Very easy cut available here.)

The first instance of Toga not following through ^, here in the first conflict between the three girls, the forest training camp arc.

While true that she did try to cut Ochako’s facial area, possibly implying a fatal hit, I think coupled with this ^ and all the other instances (especially with Ochako), Toga was possibly aiming for the cheek.

The next example came later in the Provisional Hero License Exam Arc:

(Camie seems extremely fine ^)

Toga impersonated Camie, a hero student from another school, to get into the Hero license exam.

Drugging her so Toga could take her blood, Camie was asleep for four days and when she woke up, didn’t remember anything and as shown by the picture above (from the/stated by the Bnha Wiki) she “doesn’t care”.

There wasn’t much reason for Toga to kill or not kill Camie, the mission could have been completed either way as nobody realized anything was suspicious or discovered the real Camie in that timeframe.

But Toga went with the latter option.

(Side Point: I don’t think that body disposal could have been a problem either thanks to Kurogiri’s Quirk, if Toga went with the kill option, as Kurogiri was captured during the Shie Hassaikai Arc after the License Exam Arc/Camie mission.)

Next example Rock Lock:

Toga, with the help of Twice, very easily takes out the Pro Hero Rock Lock during the Shie Hassaikai Raid.

But not kills, despite the fact that she could have easily stabbed him in the throat.

Keeping the Hero silent wasn’t an issue, as Toga would have had his mouth covered either way as shown above and while Rock Lock was only stabbed in his side but was still unable to warn his Comrades about Switch going on when they entered the room, the results would have been the same.

But still no kill.

Bnha games provide evidence too, only with Civilians instead of heroes:

While this could be seen as merely creating a distraction, I think a dead or very close to dying body would have gotten a similar response from the heroes, maybe even more so than a “knocked out passerby with a little blood loss”.

The logistics of this example are a bit iffy but I think it does add more weight to the overall point.

Cut ahead to the Final Arc:

(Toga landing a stab on Ochako’s back shoulder ^)

There’s no reason Toga couldn’t have gone for the back of the neck or upper spine/center back here, and at this point in the story there’s no reason for her not too.

Toga had already been rejected by Ochako (though Ochako did later have a “change of heart”, wherever that may lead) so there weren’t any of her blood/love related reasons to miss the kill shot unless there still are lingering feelings or the kill isn’t really what she wants.

I think it’s both in this case.

Same with Tsuyu soon after:

(Tsuyu seemed okay in the moments/chapters following this ^)

This doesn’t seem hostile at all, of course I mean after the initial take down.

The same instances come and go with the same results in Toga’s actions not to kill certain people, even after Twice’s death.

Although that being said, Toga does still definitely kill others, those who are a threat to her and the Lov’s existence.

The other Pro Heroes on the battlefield (Post Twice death, giving rise to Toga’s very justified belief that the heroes will kill her and all the people she cares about) and the civilians in the way/part of hero society’s system (I again say that’s not a problem as 90% of the Bnha Civilians are still awful).

So while I don’t think that Toga has a problem with the concept of killing, I think it might have more to do with her targets.

Why can’t Toga use Twice’s Quirk to its full power?

A number of reasons coming together I think, including but not limited to this ^ one.

Loving and the desire to become (the person Toga is turning into) are necessities to the full power of Toga’s Transformation Quirk.

Toga usually does need some form of love for the person who’s blood she takes and then in that way knowing enough about them to function properly in the transformation but I do think that the idea that “Toga’s power is more based around the intent to become that person” makes slightly more sense when looking at Toga’s Nature.

With Toga wanting an “easier life” and the bonds/happiness that come with it, so she zeroes in on people she believes have the qualities/lifestyle that she wants.

But another part of why Toga can’t use the Twice quirk might be because of the targets of her current battle, tying back into the ‘Toga avoids killing sometimes’ point.

Ochako and Tsuyu being the Heroes she’s fighting and needing to be in conflict with, with the clones stating that “All Hero must die!”, and with that intent not being what Toga really wants.

Toga’s “Pure Love” (though bloody) isn’t to kill others, at least not them.

Current Chapter Spoilers: I think the resent leaks help this theory even more at least for now, as any of the clones could have killed Tsuyu when they had her tied up and the real Toga could have stabbed Ochako center or a little higher, hitting more vital organs.

Also Ochako will be fine; Bakugo survived a Rivet stab in roughly the same area (and several other places) running him through completely, even kept fighting for a while despite the blood loss, so no worries.

#toga himiko #himiko toga #Ochako Uraraka #tsuyu asui #bnha #mha meta #bnha meta

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Chapter Thoughts — Chapter 423: One For All vs. All For One

At the request of a few asks, have some chapter thoughts. I will warn everyone in advance that some portions of this post are extremely bitter. This is less salty than it is bile-flavored. It's also not quite as thorough as other posts have been, as my disillusionment with the material limits my willingness to comb the chapter for details to muse about beyond the ones that jump out at me.

None of which is to say that this post is short.

CONTENT WARNING: Confrontational rhetoric about irl prisons and the hypothetical of committing suicide to avoid them. I have strong personal feelings about some of the language I've been seeing from defenders of this chapter and I'm in no mood to prevaricate around them.

o Danger Sense continues to be some real bullshit. My initial response to the leaks was that it was yet another dumb contrivance to make things arbitrarily harder for the villains than equivalent things would be for the Heroes, but reading the official release, I actually just think it's dumb that AFO thinks Danger Sense would have alerted him to his/Shigaraki's failing body at all. Why would it? Danger Sense nominally (nominally) activates based on hostility, and where's the hostility in super-regeneration failing? If it were the remnants of Shigaraki/OFA attacking him from within his own body, that'd be one thing, but that doesn't seem to be what the first few pages are getting at.

Rather, it's just that the power of OFA is being too much for his body, in the same way it was for Deku at the beginning. As if, you know, Shigaraki hasn't already been surgically modified to handle both AFO and, presumably, OFA the whole time. Ujiko only mentioned the former specifically, but given that the plan was always for AFO's new vessel to be able to steal OFA, why wouldn't that also be accounted for? The best I can think is that AFO and Ujiko didn't know that OFA would put such strain on the body, but it's not like AFO couldn't have observed that the quirk's been growing stronger over the generations. If he and Ujiko just failed to calibrate the body correctly, it's a failure of Ujiko's warped genius as a mad biologist and quirk scientist—which again takes us back to dumb contrivances that make things harder for the villains than they would be for the heroes.

o The Kurogiri scene would be very touching if it, you know, actually amounted to something. If it didn't apparently end with Bakugou coming in to murder him. Except we don't even quite get that level of commitment because Kurogiri was falling apart already, so you get the impression that he would have collapsed with or without Bakugou's intervention.

o This in turn makes Bakugou's intervention really silly and pointless. My god, I don't care. I do not care! I do not care about Bakugou pushing Deku two steps forward past a barrier that was already failing. I do not care about Bakugou getting one last stupid victory lap when he's already dramatically endured a severe beating and emotional assault, stood back up from the stupidest heart surgery in the history of fiction, and faced down everything AFO could unleash on him, far outstripping that same villain's climactic efforts fighting All Might in Kamino in what remains AFO's only semi-emotionally resonant battle in the whole manga. As it is, this is just one more ludicrous handwaved magical cross-country teleport like every other one the Heroes have been enjoying through this whole fight.

o Yoichi paying attention to AFO now? Man, imagine if we could have just skipped a bunch of bullshit and gotten this way back in Chapter 368, when Yoichi first told AFO that it was over. Imagine if Vestige Yoichi had something like this when his actual for-real flesh-and-blood brother died, rather than having zero reaction to it whatsoever, not even looking over Deku's psychic shoulder and making a sad face about it.

o It actually kind of offends me that Horikoshi thinks he can get away with taking a stab in the direction of making AFO "sympathetic" now. Now, after he's spent the entire endgame portraying AFO as a two-dimensional Demon Lord who was literally Evil In Utero. And, you know, I'd buy AFO as being Evil In Utero but also capable of loneliness, sure. And I'm even more than on board with interpreting AFO as a man who's spent the last century working 24:7 to convince himself that he's heartlessly evil to deal with the loss of the only family he ever had. But the fact that this statement has been put in the mouth of Deku, who has never indicated the faintest trace of sympathy or understanding, much less compassion for AFO? Fuck off.

o All that Yoichi hyping up Deku's incredible finesse in attacking Shigaraki with the stored-up OFA quirks makes me think is, "Welcome to My Hero Academia, where the stakes are made up and the past doesn't matter!" I am so abominably weary of the endgame's—and the series in general's—willing to just baldly lie to the audience's face about what is actually happening at any given point in the story.

That was the moment when we should have had a response from Yoichi, what with Shigaraki having apparently torn AFO's vestige limb from psychic limb and Bakugou overseeing as the real man rewound out of existence. That Yoichi didn't respond back then just made him seem like he'd written off his brother generations ago; it makes his sorrowful-yet-grateful act in this chapter incredibly unearned. Of course, the actual reason we didn't get a beat like this back then wasn't for any reason consistent with Yoichi's feelings about his brother, nor because Yoichi was too far away to know that the brother he has a psychic bond with was dying. No, it was because Horikoshi was already writing towards this beat instead, so he didn't need to bother. The last time Yoichi looks the real AFO’s way was the chapter-ending Bakugou blast of 409, when it takes the first eight pages of 410 for AFO’s Rewinding death to finalize itself. The Hawks vestige talked more to All For One in his last moments than AFO’s own brother did.

Internal monologue is placed where internal monologue cannot possibly exist. Characters' plans are backdated to points in the story which are completely irreconcilable with how those characters were behaving at the time. Surprise and dismay are pantomimed from characters who are revealed to have anticipated and planned for the very eventuality they're acting so shocked about.

The main character, a kid who was once characterized by his tendency to mutter his thoughts out loud, who had a running gag of tightly packed, densely worded speech/thought balloons, has been reduced to an empty marionette, devoid of internal monologue, scoured of thoughts more complex than the multiplication tables of his quirk combinations. The story can retroactively say that Deku did—intentionally and willfully!—anything it wants and not have to worry about belying its phony stakes and made-for-Twitter cliffhangers because it has deprived Deku of his own capacity to reflect. He can't spoil twist reveals of his own true intentions if the narrative completely locks us out of his head! Nevermind how much of his final battle has occurred inside a shared goddamn psychic space.

All of this has made it totally impossible for me to read the story as a story. Not only do I see the strings, the strings have become all I can see.

Of course the vestiges are back one last time for a dramatic punch, despite multiple chapters swearing up and down to us that we were seeing a big emotional sacrifice play. Last chapter we witnessed the word vomit that was Horikoshi trying to justify Star's pilots surviving their planes blowing up, because that's how determined Horikoshi is that no one on Team Hero actually die. Of course the vestiges came back.

Who cares? Truly, who the fuck cares? I don't care about them; I don't care about whether they'll be back again in the epilogue; I don't care about why Vestige Might and Shinomori are missing from the punch; I don't care about the story finally trying to pretend that anyone in its pages has ever given a single starving river rat's ass about All For One's humanity.

—NOW ENTERING FULL-FLEDGED RANT ZONE—

I care about the only characters who have ever been facing actual stakes in this war: Shigaraki and his followers.

o Even though I care, I don't have it in me to weigh in much about Shigaraki's seeming death here, and especially not his last words. I'm far too jaded about Horikoshi's cliffhangers to think that anything I say now about Shigaraki dying and what it means for both Hero Society and the people Shigaraki leaves behind can be assumed to still be accurate two weeks from now.

I hope it's a fakeout. I hope a chunk of Shigaraki's body fell through Kurogiri's last portal and the hyper-regen can kick back in once he's no longer being assaulted on all sides by the allies of the kid who was trying to “save” him. I hope Horikoshi has one last stupid asspull up his sleeve. I hope for a complete Karma Houdini ending for Shigaraki and the rest of the League.

If we don't get that, it's gonna suck, and it's gonna turn Deku into a fraud and a liar. I don't care if the story wants me to think Shigaraki was saved; I don't care if Deku is satisfied with having saved "that crying boy."

I have not forgotten that "that crying boy" gently refused to accept Deku's "save" when the bell rang to go home. He wanted to go back to his friends, instead; he reiterated his desire to be a Hero for the Villains. The crying child returned to the form of Shigaraki Tomura and then AFO devoured him. Deku didn't save the child then, and he hasn't saved him now.

Remember how Eri didn't count as truly saved from Overhaul until the first time she could smile fully and freely? Guess what stops you from doing that? Right—being fucking dead.

And those touching last words of Shigaraki's won't do Spinner much good on account of him still being brain-damaged from a bunch of extra quirks no one can remove, because the only people who could are, again, fucking dead.

Unless, of course, the theorists are right and Deku is going to be not only not quirkless in the epilogue (meaning all that drama and emotion about sacrificing OFA is going to be another fucking lie), he's going to have the "unified" OFA+AFO quirk via Shigaraki's fistbump. Meaning Deku can remove the extra quirks, presumably just before telling Spinner that Deku saved-via-killing the love of Spinner's life.

Solidarity among outcasts is false and toxic. Everyone should just rely on Heroes more, no matter how much Heroes have failed them in the past.

o One last thing I want to address, less about the canon and more about the reactions I've been seeing elsewhere to the prospect of Shigaraki (and any combination of Dabi, Toga and Spinner) being dead: the idea that being dead is the best possible outcome for them because if they don't die they'll only have to spend the rest of their lives "rotting in jail."

Great job, team; nice message to take home. Everyone pack it in.

Firstly, and to get this out of the way, that is a false binary that totally ignores the long history of Shounen Jump villains getting absurd Karma Houdini endings where they walk off into the sunset free as birds because they've changed their minds and resolved to be better, or at least have decided mass murder is no longer worth their time and effort. (Vegeta wasn't the first mass murderer a Shounen Jump story rewarded with freedom and friendship, nor was he the last.)

But more importantly, that false binary is one that could only be presented by someone who truly does see prison as a fate worse than death. No rehabilitation is possible. No supervised release or house arrests in the care of assigned guardians who want better for them. No lenience can be granted in recognition of the League's mental states; they can be admitted to no mental hospitals focused on therapy.

The "better death than prison" line is the product of a perspective that has never had to seriously consider the prospect of living behind bars. It's a childish imagination of prison as a nebulous Bad Place where Bad People go to be Punished For Being Bad, or a self-righteous fantasy of a cold hell where sinners are sentenced to suffering eternal.

People can tell that the League have suffered too much to sentence them to Forever Bad Times, so they comfort themselves with the idea that at least they died happy, instead of living forever in a pop-culture-informed crayon doodle of concrete and solitude.

I’m not here to tell these readers that there aren't people in the world who would rather die than live under watch for the rest of their lives. I won’t deny that Japanese prisons are bleak and there’s every chance that the prisons in Horikoshi’s fictionalized Japan are even worse. But I am asking people espousing the view that death would be better than incarceration to seriously consider all the angles on what that sentiment means.

If it were you facing the life sentence, are you so sure you would prefer to take your own life? If it were someone you loved who would rather die than face imprisonment, would you help them—hand your older brother the gun, or your younger sister the knife?

Or would you want to hope that they could get some help instead, have an opportunity to connect to something meaningful—find religion, take up reading classic literature, connect with someone inside or via letters? Would you want them to accept the lawful punishment for what they'd done rather than evade it by ending their lives? Would you want them to hold on in case their case could be reassessed someday, that they might eventually finish serving their sentence or be moved to someplace that would focus on helping them rather than punishing them?

Would you want a glorified cop in a cape making that decision for them—or you—based on that cop's ability to "forgive"?

If you think prison is a fate worse than death, why is it okay that people like Gentle Criminal or the Shie Hassaikai Trash Trio have to endure it, while mass murderers, serial killers and insurrectionists like the League get to escape through death? Think of every purse snatcher who gets paraded in front of cameras with their arms bound and their face muzzled; think of Twice at sixteen; think of Mr. Compress now. Do these people deserve to suffer in the kind of torment you're imagining prison must entail? Would it be better for them to die rather than endure it?

If prisons in BNHA's Japan are so terrible as all that, isn't that something the kids should try to fix? Shouldn't that be a part of the mass societal improvement project people are swearing up and down the kids will have nicely sewn up in the epilogue? If the kids aren't going to fix these prisons—these places that take suicide risks like Ending and spit them out worse than ever; these places like Tartarus where the wardens call the people in their charge monsters and animals—then why should I believe the kids are going to fix literally anything else?

Or is it simply the case that it's perfectly fine that prisons should be this way; shitty prison conditions are only bad when it's the villains whose sympathetic backstories we know who're facing them?

"It's a shame, but the League has to pay for their crimes." But why does that “have to be”? Isn’t it because no one involved—not the characters, not the author, not the people who accept this ending—can envision a world where the “has to be” could be otherwise?

That's the problem with, "Killing someone can be a way of saving them," and, "They would have just spent the rest of their lives in prison anyway." It's a stunted mentality that leaves no room for the radical reforms and systemic improvements that are necessary to stop this whole cycle from repeating. Worse, as I very much suspect we're going to see in the epilogue, it's a mentality that says the system is actually fine as it is—the only real problems were caused by a tiny handful of bad actors, and now that they've been removed, everything else will self-correct, and things will go back to normal.

That precious, perfect status quo that Deku swore to return: this is the way he brings it back, it and everything that comes with it.

o In summary: if this ending sticks, then what we have in My Hero Academia is thus:

A world that played at being grounded, but which turned out to run on arbitrary rules, magic thinking and Evil Babies.

Characters that were presented as radically kind, but whose endgame resolutions represented a cruel underlining of the status quo, in which only those who suffer in silence deserve not to have to.

A story that wanted to be staunchly idealistic but which ultimately entrenched to hollow, meaningless platitudes.

o P.S. So like, Nana’s vestige saved Shigaraki off-screen, right? So even after all her fear that Shigaraki would have to die, even after all the efforts she and Deku made to help Deku break him down, at the very last moment, she wanted to save him. And she did so in the only reason she could, as one psychic scrap to another: she held his soul together when he was shattering apart. But when Deku comes to the very last moment, when Shigaraki’s body is shattering apart, does he do anything to try to hold Shigaraki together? Try to tell Shigaraki how to use Black Whip to hold his body together, call for Sero and his tape, Aizawa’s Erasure, anything like that?

If it doesn't stick? That I'm less sure of. But I'm pretty sure Deku's fucked as the Symbol of Hope no matter what. There’s no way, at this point, to fix his portrayal as the kid who has a drive to save that eclipses all common understanding. Every part of the story, before and after that declaration of Yoichi’s in Chapter 287, has served to undermine that claim. This is just the last nail in the sky coffin.

Nah. Instead, he just administers one last punch to finish the job. The boy with the drive to save that eclipses all common understanding, everyone.

#bnha #chapter thoughts #stillness has salt #more tags later

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v-arbellanaris · 1 year

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I have no idea why but I absolutely hate how Ameridan' story was handled, they basically dumbed it down to him worshipping both the creators and andraste/chant of light, which kind of proved Cassandra's dumb (and incredibly disrespectful) point of an inquisitor having "room for another god". It's also so unfair how they made the evanuris to just be power hungry slavers and tyrants, my only hope is that if the creators were disproving then I hope it would be the same for the chant of light and maker (seeing asnit was solas who made the veil and not the creator) I really hate how centrist the game has gotten, like flat out, whenever I hear the words grey morality and nuance I can't help burn cringe, that's how much dragon age has ruined it for me.

It's also so incredibly funny how the devs are genuinely surprised that most of the players are pro mage, like of course we are?

i think it's particularly extremely aggravating, the way bioware writers write about a pantheon as if polytheistic religions are simply a thing of the past and dead and some kind of mystery/mythology. according to bioware, this kind of writing for polytheistic religions is fine because no real religion these days would everrrrrrr worship multiple gods /sarcasm. (note that the links are just some examples and not comprehensive in the least)

there's a lot of writing choices i quite simply disagree with in dai, and there's some that are just... i don't even disagree with them because that implies it's something to argue about. some of their writing choices are just wrong. after borrowing so heavily from ethnic groups to shape their fictional histories, the disrespect of writing their fictional oppressed minorities as being responsible for their own oppression because they were not "open" enough to include/absorb expy christianity into their religious beliefs and fought back against violent colonialism. the resulting clumsy collation between isr*el and the indigenous people of the americas wanting to reclaim their lands stolen from them by white colonisers makes my blood boil.

ameridan is just another piece of the puzzle that makes me seethe. we have a man who apparently ~existed before hostilities between the elves and the humans~ which is now the fault of drakon's son who invaded the dales after ameridan was long gone. that's already absolute bullshit because ameridan lived in the fucking dales. elves only started living in the dales AFTER ANDRASTE'S REBELLION. after the fall of arlathan, and hundreds of years of enslavement at the hands of tevinter humans???

additionally, the battle of red crossing happened in 2:9 glory, but tensions between the elves and humans had been building up since the second blight. drakon the first died in 1:45 but the elves apparently did "nothing" to help montsimmard when it was overrun by darkspawn in 1:25 divine - twenty years before his death, there was already simmering resentment. additionally, it was drakon the first that expanded the orlesian empire and the orlesian chantry - wotv2 notes his battles against the darkspawn did more to spread the chant of light (specifically, the orlesian chant of light which he, yknow, fucking made up) than any of his other attempts. by the time the exalted march on the dales happens, over three quarters of thedas is under orlesian rule. maferath himself handed the dales to the surviving elves from andraste's campaign in -165 ancient and the elves lived in the dales peacefully until the orlesian chantry was salivating at its borders. and the orlesian chantry has a history of wiping out "cults" - i.e. other sects of their own religion that differ from belief, no matter how minor, to their own. including, notably, the wholesale genocide of a non-violent sect centered around fertility rituals and, later, the dragon worshipping sect in haven off their own land. (and i'm willing to BET MONEY that they were originally alamarri themselves, considering that andraste was brought there to rest, and considering how cultural variance in religion usually occurs [i.e. through the blending/adoption of folk beliefs or the cultural/religious practices from Before]. so the andrastians slaughtered the cult AND THEN TOOK THEIR FUCKING LAND.)

the entire way andrastianism is treated in inquisition makes me violent. and unfortunately, it does not look like it's going to change - there's been multiple statements about how the maker's existence will continue to remain "a mystery" out of a reluctance to confirm or deny the existence of a One True God which, coupled with how they've shat on every other religion in the game - the tevinter chantry, the qun, the stone, the elven pantheon, every other sect worshipping the maker/andraste - gives me absolutely no hope that the writing team is going to get their heads out of their asses about it.

#asks #bioware critical #dai critical #and tbh at this point i really think anyone acting like the writing team is being geniuses or whatever is kinda racist and deluded lmao #most polytheistic religions surviving today are inextricably linked to ethnicity and culture and rich histories of surviving and resisting #colonialist attempts to wipe them out. i feel like comparatively there's fewer polytheistic religions in ''the west'' (more specifically #rooted in white culture) as a result of that. but bioware didn't borrow from THOSE white-rooted polytheistic religions and cultures #they borrowed from native; jewish; roma; even hinduism when it came to the dalish elves but people want to act like the only thing bioware #is pulling from is fucking norse mythology. borrowing character archetypes from norse mythology and planting them onto your #fictional ethnic minorities based off real life religions and people. IS NOT ACTUALLY GOOD WRITING. when you dont CONSIDER the implications #like Gods Not Being Good or having Separate Morals To Humans is a huge theme for norse mythology #but not so much afaik in other polytheistic religions TODAY???#fucking bioware SHOULD HAVE JUST USED NORSE MYTHOLOGY AS A BASE FOR THE ELVES FROM THE START #and NOT brought other ethnic groups into it???#the moment they did they SHOULD HAVE been considering the implications of their writing. and that they didn't and continue NOT TO #is actually something people are allowed to be fucking upset about!!!!

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hello daze !!! congrats on 3k ^_^ can i request shu w/ the fool & the lovers? tysm !

Thank you!! And you sure can, I always jump at the chance to write for my blorbo ☺️💕

gn reader

tw yandere, possessiveness, jealousy, obsession, Shu refers to you as “doll” once as a petname

The Fool - How deluded is this yandere when it comes to their darling? Are they self aware on any level?

More than deluded, I would say Shu feels very entitled when it comes to your attention and time. Not many can proclaim that they´re part of the few people that Shu holds dear, so naturally, you should consider it an honor that he wants to spend so much time with you!

He has a very hard time opening up to other people so once he falls for you, Shu just expects that he also becomes your top priority in life. What do you mean, you agreed to meet up with some of your friends later today? Shu invited you to watch him work on the next stage outfit for Valkyrie so naturally, you´re already busy. Tell them that you don´t have any time for them!

And he just expects you to go along with his whims, actually offended and making a fuss when you tell him no. Why should you have a life outside of him when all he does is think about you all day? That´s not fair, is it? So take responsibility for stealing his heart, for making him so obsessed with every little thing you do or say!

Now, Shu definitely has gotten better in recent years, so he tries to not be as controlling anymore because he has seen with both Nazuna and Mika what kind of effect that can have on the people he cares about and he really doesn´t want to repeat his past mistakes with you.

And yet, he still can´t refrain from demanding all of these things from you anyway, from holding on to you for as long as he can because deep down he´s scared. That´s why this self-awareness that the way he treats you isn´t right only rarely crosses his mind when he´s in a particularly vulnerable state. He doesn´t let himself think about it for too long so he pushes the thought away as soon as it comes

The Lovers - How would this yandere deal with their darling being in a relationship with someone else?

Not well, to say the least! As I said above, Yandere Shu comes hand-in-hand with a load of entitlement so when he finds out that you already have a significant other? He´s pretty devastated. How can this be? For how long have you been dating someone else? How come you never told him about this? Scolds you for not telling him about this sooner - he demands to be the first person you tell anything to

He´s noticeably quieter for a bit as he mulls over what this means for him. Excuses himself early and goes home where he spends the rest of the day spilling his feelings to Mademoiselle, who offers him comfort and an open ear. He didn´t want you to see the sort of effect you have on him so that is why he had retreated to his own home instead.

But you´re sorely mistaken if you think that means Shu will simply give up on you.

Shu doesn´t strike me as the type who would kill someone but he has no problems being openly hostile towards your significant other. I mean have you seen the way he talks to Eichi? It´s like that but somehow worse. Shu just refuses to be civil with this eyesore that dares to try and take you away from him. Takes every single opportunity to insult them as he tries to make you see how much inferior they are compared to him.

Are you too blind to see that there is a vastly superior option for a romantic partner right in front of you? He thought you had better taste than this

Will actively try to drive a wedge between you and your current “partner” ( he cringes at the thought) by just talking them down until they finally break and leave you because of the nasty behaviour of your “best friend” ( also seethes at that notion)

But don´t be sad, there is no reason to cry over someone that was so obviously not on your level. They were a fool to let you go and Shu is more than eager to finally take you for himself

He´s going to take great care of his precious little doll <3

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goldenboygate · 7 months

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So I should be asleep meaning this is a) possibly not going to make a lot of sense and b) I'm not going to see the response until morning.

But here it is anyway lol

I literally can't work out why people are giving Lando shit for having so many podiums without a win. Considering at least 75% of his podiums (and I'm probably being conservative) have been on pure pace and skill.

Compare that to the drivers around the same stage of their career who do have wins and those wins were often from taking advantage of shit going sideways for one or more front runners.

And that's not a bad thing but people act like a single win taken from a situation like that means more than multiple podiums from skill and pace? Nah I don't think so.

Look, I have things to say, and I have fire in my heart right now, so I'm about to say some shit.

How absolutely fucking masterful is it that Lando Norris, who has been in F1 for about five whole years, has had a shit car for almost every single season except these last, what, 8 races? - is equaling the records of men who took twice as long to get them.

Let's look at his record of most points without a victory:

Lando now has 543 career points, which exceeds the 530 points that Hulk has accumulated over 14 seasons in f1. 14 SEASONS. So you're telling me that with a shit car, Lando still managed to get 543 points in under 5 seasons? what a fucking legend.

So now let's look at the impending most podiums without a win record:

This is a record that Nick Heidfeld currently holds. Although he never won an F1 race, he did manage to get 13 podiums. And lo and behold, Lando is on his twelfth already. It took Nick 9 seasons, and Lando is on his fifth.

I welcome these records because they show that even with horrible machinery, he still manages to outdrive the car every time.

He has more points overall than George Russell. And before anyone comes at me with the "he drove a Williams for three years" rhetoric, just know that George Russell has been driving a fucking Mercedes for the past two years, and he was "projected" more wins than the one he's gotten. His teammate is P3 in the standings; there's no reason George should be P8 like he is.

But I'm not here to talk shit about Russell, although I could do that for days.

The thing is, Lando is so fucking talented; he has such a good racecraft, is a clean driver, a fantastic teammate, and a treasure for any team and even when McLaren has repeatedly fucked him over, he still adores them and would do anything for them. I'm not there right now, tbh.

I don't even know where I'm going with this, and I know that I sound incredibly hostile replying to this, but that's just my spirit right now. I'm so fucking pissed 😭

Lando is amazing. That's it. That could've been the whole reply 🥰

#karenína answers #lando norris

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yantalia545 · 1 year

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Platonic! Yandere Allied nations with a younger sister who went missing

England:

Since that day you disappeared Britain had been kicking himself over the matter of being such a horrible big brother. He was too distracted at the time with America leaving him, but he still should have kept a better eye on you. You were still only a child. Losing America was already a bruise to his ego, but your disappearance was certainly a blow to it.

For a long time, Britain was certain that America or one of the other nations took you as a means to to get under his skin. He was hostile towards them for a long time because of it and often got into a lot of fights. When he did finally calm down, that’s when the water works showed.

He was broken without you and America by his side anymore. There were many nights where Britain would wake up with a panic sweat and tears streaming down his face. Some nations that felt pity towards the man, mostly Canada and France, and would help look for any clues of your whereabouts. As the years rolled by with no sign of you, everyone began to give up. England himself nearly gave up when he finally found you.

He was just milling about his day by the local market when he saw you. You were much older than when you first disappeared and England had to do a second take to make sure and that he wasn’t losing his mind. But when he weakly called out your name and you responded, England dropped everything and b-lined straight to you. He normally would mind what people thought of him but right now that didn’t matter. He couldn’t care less about all the weird stares he was receiving right now. All that mattered was that you were right here in the flesh and not some imaginary trick.

You were obsoletely terrified. You were just trying to remanence in your past by visiting one of the places you used to go with your brothers as a child when you were spotted by the one man you’d never hope to see again.

You see, you may have only been a child, but you still saw all of the horrible things that Britain was doing to you all and wanted to get away from it. Unlike America though, you were too small to fight Britain head-on and chose to slip away while Britain was distracted.

Remember, you’re not like normal children. You’re a nation who’s lived for many years even as a child. You can understand and process things differently.

You’d awkwardly tired to act like everything was okay while slowing slipping away from him again. You thought you would have gotten away with it too before England grasped you wrist just a little bit too tight.

“Where are you trying to go, Biscuit? Aren’t you happy to see me again? I’ve looked everywhere for you.”

Russia: (not a child in this one but still younger than Russia)

“You’re going to tell your big brother everything you know and I will handle it.”

Russia isn’t a fool. And he most certainly doesn’t like when people think they can mess with him and his family and not lose a finger or two. The two of you were very close before your disappearance so he knows for a fact that you did not run away. Someone stole you. Stole you from him of all people. They were going to pay.

To say Russia is pissed is an understatement.

Russia wastes no time and knows many people. He will find you eventually, and when he does, he’s going to make sure that the one responsible for your abduction knows who they’re dealing with. Apparently, it is easier to hide when the person who took you is someone who works for Russia. They had intel on what Russia knew but eventually they slipped up trying to cover up some evidence of your whereabouts.

It was quite a scene when Russia found out. He beat the guy pretty harshly and even broke quite a few bones before dragging him by a broken ancle to your whereabouts. Once Russia knew you were safe he made an example out of the vile creature that dared to put their filthy hands on you. Apparently, the disgusting oaf abducted you when they claimed to have feelings for you and you turned them down flat. For that, Russia was going to give him an extra special treatment.

Your abductor will be publicly executed by Russia ripping the man’s heart out with his own bear hands. Not before ripping each distrusting finger that touched you, of course. ^J^ The entire gruesome scene will be globally broadcasted to make it clear that no one is to every mess with you or anyone in Russia’s family ever again.

Russia will also make sure that this can never happen again by never taking his eyes off you. No matter how much you try to fight it you’ll always be within his reach, even at meetings. He never cared about what the others thought of him so seeing the weird looks everyone gives the two of you as he practically hovers over you all the time doesn’t faze him one bit. This is just the things you do when you love your family. If anyone says other wise, then Russia will only assume that they’re planning something and will only hover over you more. Maybe even get his other sisters involved in looking after you too. After all, they want to do what they can to look after their sister too...that and try to calm Russia down from killing everyone...

China:

Did you really go missing or is that just what China is telling everyone?

Japan’s rebellion against him really opened his eyes about younger nations. Rather they’re young or old, they still shouldn’t be underestimated. Steps should be taken to make sure everyone is well aware of their place. And your place is with him.

China is a man with the biggest inflated ego known to man. He tends to think he’s above everyone else since he’s much more experienced and wiser than most; His younger siblings especially. Japan attacking him so viciously really tore China apart. Mostly because he didn’t even know what had happened before it was too late. In such a short amount of time, China went from having everything and everything he could ever had wanted under his thumb on minute, then the next, he had nearly gone broke and lost one of his precious territories.

The man is not stupid. He is well aware of the fact that you held a special kind of bond with Japan before he left to the point where he’s become painfully jealous. With Japan leaving, China couldn’t take any chances that you’d seek to run after Japan and leave him, or god forbid, Japan coming back and trying to take you from him.

These few things in mind would cause China to bring up a lot of insecurities that he had been ignoring for quite some time now. He had always desired to be greater being to someone who’d look up to him, and in return, receive his never-ending love and dedication. However, it seems to one way or another no one can ever live up to his expectations.

But maybe he can force you to.

If being open and honest won’t give him the affections he’s always dreamed about, then maybe if he were more stricter and harsher will do the trick.

Being as sneaky and collaborative as he is, It wouldn’t be too hard to make it look like you had somehow mysteriously disappeared. Even if his resources were severely damaged from the war with Japan. He’d even put on a show in fount of the others and show how much sorrow he feels after loosing you just to throw everyone off. Japan may be able to see a bit more clearly through the lines than everyone else, but there wouldn’t be much he could do since his resources would also be scarce from war.

Once that it established, China will begin on recuperating you to be how he had always wanted you to be without the annoying interruption of others. You are to be respectful of him. He is your dear older bother who loves and provides you from the harsh world. Without him you are lost and vulnerable with means of survival. If you ever think otherwise, China will gladly take one of his gifts away from you and see just how much you need him; Taking away food, water, and time outside being his main sources of punishments. He prides respect above most things in life. With respect comes power. Without it, and you have none

America:

It was a pretty traumatic experience for the both of you. America just couldn’t comprehend what happened exactly. One minute the both of you were having a little quality sibling time together, then the next you were gone.

He had only wanted to be the best big brother ever by surprising his little sister with giant ice cream cones when you got out of the bathrooms. America swore he only took his eyes off the bathroom entrance when he went to pay for your ice creams but when he waited for more than ten minutes for you to come out, it was already too late.

America wasted no time in beginning his search for you. You’ll be placed on a nation wide search as thousands chip in to look for you. Being as big as he is, America will have access to tons of extra resources that most can’t even imagine; Cameras, secret agencies, even news coverage. There is no limitation to what America will do to find you. He was your big brother. Someone who swore to protect you from all the evil of the world. He just has to find you!

America is going to be the most heartbroken over you disappearance. Over the years, America had gained a lot of power that many of his peers resented him and even try to undermine him often. He felt as if you were the only one who gave him the true sense of what family is.

He will have many sleepless nights. Most nights, he can be found out looking for you under and over any place he can reach. America feels as if he can’t rest until he finds you.

Many had doubted that he could properly take care of you when he first discovered you. They said he was too arrogant and childish to raise a nation such as yourself. He wanted to prove them wrong; Show them that he was more than a screw-up. Now however, he can’t help but feel as if they were all right all along. If he just stayed by your side and watched over you better then you wouldn’t be missing right now. God only knows what horrible things could be happening to you. Are you cold? Hungry or scared? This fear is eating away at America more and more with each passing day.

The day he hears that you’ve been found, America drops whatever he’s doing and races to your location. He doesn’t care if he was right in the middle of a world meeting. America will race to the nearest airport and fly over to you.

It doesn’t matter what happened. The person who caused this horrible nightmare was going to pay. Of course, America does care to keep a positive image for his people, unlike Russia, but will still get the message across that no one is to mess with either of you.

Your story will displayed for all of the world to see. It’ll be all anyone can talk about for at least a month! Everyone will know of your abductor and of your daring brother who searched day and night to look for you. Your kidnapper will be sentence to life in prison to the public, but once the camera to their cell “malfunctions”, America will let loose on the bastard for all the pain and frustration they caused him.

On the more positive side of things, your story will bring attention to a serious issue of children going missing world wide. No nation will rest until America instills his new missing children’s project into their very way of life. Not they the others would have much to abject by. Who wouldn’t want to better their nation by creating a safe search system for missing children? And if this is what it takes to finally calm America down, then so be it. Although, don’t hold it against him for making a specific program just for you that not a lot know about. (o゜▽゜)o☆

France:

Another mess, but partially at fault here.

You see, France never wanted to you to be scared of the world. He knew that he wasn’t raising an ordinary human and you would need to be adjusted to meeting new things constantly without being afraid. Without realizing it though before it was too late, France’s sugarcoating made you a bit too naïve of the world; Even for a young child such as yourself.

You blindly followed an elder lady home one day after school without ever feeling a sense of danger. You didn’t even think much about when the old woman called France your father, not brother. (no matter how much he pushed for you to call him father, but besides the point T^T). She told you she was filling in for him for the time being and that was that.

Meanwhile France was losing his flipping marbles looking for you. The man couldn’t function again until you were by his side again. You were his darling little princess, and he, your darling knight who would show you all that the world had to offer. There’s no way he can go on in life without you in this life! You were his life!

Please note: While the others may have turned yandere from all the trauma and paranoia your disappearance caused, France was already starting to show signs of obsessiveness before this whole mess happened. He would spend any free time he had spoiling you and on the rare occasions he couldn’t be with you, France would bring you up in any conversation he could; Much to everyone’s annoyance.

Despite France wanting to raise you to not be afraid of the world, France still kept the others from seeing you. Even from England and Canada. He was just so fearful of someone else seeing how amazing you are and luring you away from him. France saw it happen to so many other nations nations when they were younger, there’s no way he’s letting that happen to you!

On the day that France does finally find you, all hell breaks loose. When France catches wind of old lady keeping a strange little girl from apparently nowhere, he quickly springs into action. France demands that the person spreading the rumor tells him everything they know before speeding off to wherever this alleged old lady is.

Turns out that the old woman who took you had a granddaughter that looked just like you who passed away recently. The lady is a bit old, and therefore a little mentally unwell, and mistook you as her missing granddaughter by mistake. Thankfully, you were never hurt or mistreated. France found tucked away in a well decorated room while she was away for the time being.

France couldn’t care about the senile old woman. All that mattered was that you were unharmed and safe in his arms once again. He was crying tears of joy and forgot all about that woman as he left her torn up home. You were back with him again and France was sure he would do whatever it took to make sure no one can take you away from him ever again.

Canada:

He knows for a fact that you didn’t die like everyone claims you did. You were at war with Russia and now he’s being coy by occupying your country and pronouncing you dead.

Things are complicated to say the least. Canada didn’t know if he hates America or Russia more at the moment. America was the one who pressured you to fight Russia in the first place. All because of some petty disagreements that they have to somehow drag everyone else into. It’s all America’s fault and it seems like he doesn’t even care. Wouldn’t he at least feel some remorse for dragging his own sister into his own mess? As your brother, America should have known that you’re not as powerful as you used to be.

You’ve always been the big sister that constantly went out of your way to protect your brothers. You’d lie to England and France so that you could take the blame for something either him or America did, supported each of them through their own independent movements, heck, you even supported them now! You’d give them the clothes on your back if it meant protecting the two of them. It most certainly led you the situation you’re in now, but that was always something Canada looked up to.

He wants to be like you and burst through the doors to save you but he knows he doesn’t have the man power or resources to do so. Even America was having a hard time keeping up against the man for that matter. But that doesn’t mean Canada is just going to sit around and do nothing.

Canada is expectantly good at spying. (Mostly because no one ever notices him). He’ll suck up his hatred for America for the time being and chip away at Russia’s morale in any way he can. This has nothing to do with his brother. Canada only cares about bringing you back home again. He doesn’t care who he has to step over along the way. Not even America.

Once Russia does finally fall and you come back home, Canada is going to keep a tight hold on you. He’ll help your economy heal while keeping you far away from anyone that can influence you ever again. If you try to leave, then Canada will play the pity card and weep about how much the war effected him and how he’s scared of loosing you again.

If that still doesn’t work and you still want to leave then Canada will be forced to pull his own strings. He didn’t want to do this to you, but push is coming to shove. He’s not someone to underestimate. Canada is not just a shy little boy that everyone thinks he is. Just like America, he can be a forced to be reckoned with and will pull any means to keep you with him.

You’re not as strong as you used to be. The war against Russia really shows. He needs to take the step up as your brother and protect you. you’ve spent so many years doing the same for him. Canada only wants to repay the favor. So just let him, okay? Or he can always make another example out of you.

#hetalia #yandere hetalia #yandere england #yandere china #yandere america #yandere russia #yandere canada #yandere france #yandere allies

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So, hi again

Ok first, congratulations on your 100 subscribers!!! That's an amazing feat to achieve!

Second, my question is this, do you plan on making more ben 10 fic in the

Future? Why yes or why no (no judging don't worry)

Another question is, do you know Danny phantom? Do you ever think about joining the fandom and making a fic for it?

Also last thing (sorry so many questions I'm excited)

For you bnha fics, do you have any hidden lore? Or random facts you head canon about a character that may or may not be included into the fic? (Loved inko's beef in nursing school lol) And what is Yagi's pov in this whole thing? I'm imagining it as complete comedy

If you ever decide to write something for your fic but in his pov, it has to be completely crack treated seriously with him missing every flag of his student having a meltdown and a walk toward the dark side lol

Sorry for the long ask, will be waiting for your reply!

Don't worry about a long ask, I adore any asks I get (´꒳`)♡♡♡ !!! I just take a min to answer, haha. Especially rn, but thank you sm! I'm very happy about it, it's so delightful!!! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ ♡ ♡

I do want to write more Ben 10, but it's lower on the priority list. Batman brainrot had me a chokehold for a hot min there, and it just loosened, so I wanna get back on track on my bigger ongoing wip's, like my SUF and Invincible fics, and maybe even a Blue Beetle fic. They're both overdue for an update, and I've been itching to post for a while but just Couldn't from responsibilities, bleh.

If I had my way, I'd update those two fics, and then possibly muse about a oneshot of Albedo and Ben having to spend like 10 hours together, 'cause the enemy/friend dynamic is so yummy to me! Forcig them to interact like Albedo is internally hissing like a wet cat backed into the corner and Ben is just trying to vibe! Hostile, loathing force meet nonchalant, friendly energy, fight. Plus, I really want to write one more comedy-like fic since I've gotten incredibly rusty. As for my already existing Ben 10 wip, I'm quite not sure where to take it? I suppose I've run out of steam for the moment? Again, my more comedic style is incredibly rusty, so while I do have 1k of a draft, it's undoubtedly going to be scrapped and reworked to hell before it's even polished. And that's still lower on the priority list, compared to Invincible and SUF, which I'm still struggling to update.

AND I LOVE DANNY PHANTOM! I've just never had a proper fic idea for the series, admittedly. I'd also need a rewatch to keep in tune with Danny's voice/characterizations. I also read a lot of DP x Anything crossovers, and got really sick of them by proxy. It'll take a bit for me to write anything for it, I suppose? I'd need to reignite a interest!

And oh YAY! It's been a very long time since I thought about that fic, and a lot I make up as I go and try tying back together, kinda like building the railroad while I drive the train, haha. So not sure if I had any hidden lore, especially none I can think of at the top of my head? But, like anything, I can think of some!

a) Inko and Hisashi are still technically married as they never got officially divorced, Inko kinda kicked him out and he's still yearning. He admires her ability to be cut throat, and loathes her strong sense of morals. b) Inko and Hisashi met while Inko was in med school, nearly graduating! She threatened to stick a pen through someone's throat for mocking her, and he was enamored. c) Izuku gets his determination from Inko, not Hisashi. He also gets the ability to burst into tears from her. The quick obsession is all him though. d) Hisashi left when Izuku was just young enough for his parenting to still linger, aka quirk fascination, but still early enough Izuku doesn't quite miss him when he's lived so long without him.

Yagi is ABSOLUTELY having a swell ol' time looking at Izuku succeed from the sidelines. Go, Izuku go! Number one cheerleader in the distance. He would be oblivious to Izuku's slowburn sanity depletion, if not incidentally encouraging by misunderstanding, since I think that's silly. Probably offer some advice Izuku takes in a whole another direction, or comment on Izuku's quirk to be encouraging, which makes Izuku incredibly tight lipped and sweating bullets. Which is to say, completely correct assumption from you, haha!

I did have a draft of the next chapter I never ended up finished, if you'd like :D below!

Izuku has been cackling madly for a solid minute. Maybe it’s the exhaustion still clinging to him like a teddy bear cactus after seeing its first fleshy human taxi, or the sweet, sweet euphoria of a miraculous, and marvelous step forwards, or maybe he’s simply lost his sanity, but eventually, it winds down to giggles, chuckles until it’s nothing but a bright grin stretched over his cute little cheeks.

“Shigaraki!” Izuku whispers delightfully. “Shigaraki, Shigaraki, Shigaraki!”

Unfortunately, chanting someone's name while cackling, does sound like he’s reciting the next person he’s gonna curse to have their toes swapped with their fingers or having their spine crumble like a wad of wet paper towels squeezed into a tiny ball, so Izuku does exhibit one tiny glimmer of self awareness to simply stop doing that. The magic of sleep, he supposes, brings the wonderful gift of self awareness!

He should sleep more. Probably. Maybe. He’ll see.

And while yes, okay, there is technically literally no one in the house except for him to see him like this, his All Might figure could be judging him! He can’t disappoint them! They’re limited edition. And oh, he should wipe them down soon. Gotta keep them in good condition! Just imagining one of those delicate, glossy figures being cracked and broken just makes Izuku wanna do the same thing to someone’s spine, which is ridiculous!

Izuku would simply never allow them to get damaged. Ever.

#asks #tysm for the ask i love these!!!!#hope ya didn't wait too long! :D #i think i answered everything? if not tag/dm/whatever have you

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Kiss and Make Up - Part 1 ❤️💙

Dwayne/Paul (smidge of OC too)

Summary: After months of fighting over their mate and their babies, things are going well for Paul and Dwayne and their vampire family. However, the boys still feel guilt for all the hostility they showed one another. It's time to make things right again.

This was inspired by @ghoulgeousimmaculate and the feud between Paul and Dwayne in BREED and BREED Part 2 (which I highly recommend you guys read). It features their mate, Gem, who is the mother of their children. But this is just for the boys so they can reconnect.

This has references to her stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987. PART 2 HERE

WARNINGS: Mentions of fighting (verbal and physical), sadness, guilt, flirting

Though Paulina was the daughter of Paul and Jasper the son of Dwayne, the members of the coven all took responsibility for the care of the babies. They were a pack in every sense of the word, and if one mate had a baby, then everyone would love, cherish and raise that baby.

With the twins sharing the same mother, that sentiment was even stronger. Paul and Dwayne worshiped the ground that Gem walked on. They would do anything for her, and that devotion followed them into fatherhood.

Though they treated their baby mama and their little ones with nothing but pure love, the boys hadn't exactly been kind to one another recently.

For months and months after conceiving their babies, Paul and Dwayne constantly fought. They yelled insults and got into fights that left them in bloody messes. It stressed out everyone in the pack, and everyone was relieved when Gem's pregnancy resulted in heteropaternal superfecundation.

Both boys got the child they so desperately wanted, so any fighting subsided. But they hadn't properly apologized to one another.

It had been weighing on both of their minds, but neither realized it.

Paul had been passing through the common room of the cave to find Marko and ask if he wanted to go out together and cause some trouble on the boardwalk. But he was interrupted by the familiar coos of one of the babies.

"Baba!!" Jasper babbled from the playpen that one of the girls had set up for him. He couldn't quite say "Papa" yet, but that was okay.

"Hey, Buddy!" Paul smiled, jogging over to say hi to his godson. He always had a smile on his face whenever he was with one or both of the babies. They were just so adorable.

In a swift motion, Paul scooped the little dark-haired baby up into the air, twirling him around with glee. Jasper giggled, loving all the fun of playtime.

"God, you're getting so big so fast! You're gonna break your Mama's heart, Bud," Paul cooed. Jasper was already big enough that he needed to be held on the hip.

"You're so cute and strong! Just like…..your Daddy…"

It was only then that it hit Paul. The little boy was just like his father in every way. Dark hair, brown eyes, and a very sweet personality. He'd seen how much Jasper was like Dwayne even when he was a newborn, but the older he got, the more obvious it was.

A wave of guilt hit Paul and the normally chipper smile faded into a pout. He had been awful to Dwayne the past year. They had both worked together to bring Gem home, but they had gotten so competitive when it was time to conceive. All the times he scratched Dwayne's handsome face or shoved him to the ground made him feel so ashamed.

"I haven't been very nice to your dad, Jaspy," Paul lamented. Jasper was just sucking on his own fist, not having a clue what Paul was saying.

"I'm too much trouble. Your dad is the nicest, most caring guy I've ever met. He deserves much better than me…"

"Baba!! Maaa…Ppplllb!!" Jasper babbled, a silly smile on his face.

Even in his somber mood, Paul could never fight back a smile whenever the babies tried to talk. He kissed the little one's forehead, already feeling a bit better.

"You're totally right, Bud! I'm gonna go find your dad and make this right," the blond declared as he set Jasper back in the playpen. He ruffled up his dark hair, getting the baby to giggle some more.

It was time to talk to Dwayne.

Dwayne was hidden off in one of the alcoves deep in the cave system. He liked to be alone with his thoughts whenever he had something on his mind. Sometimes that made him seem cold and distant, but now he was just enjoying some quiet.

At least until the sound of one of the babies stirring caught his attention.

With his powerful hearing, Dwayne could hear Paulina waking up from her nap. He didn't waste a second whenever the babies needed him. In no time, he was at the entrance of the nursery, Paulina peeking out through the bars of her crib.

"Dway!!" she whined, grabbing and reaching out for her godfather. Much like her brother, she was still learning to use her voice, so it wasn't quite "Daddy" or "Dwayne". Still, the vampire thought it was a cute nickname.

"Hi there, Lina," Dwayne cooed, reaching down to scoop her up. She was quite clingy and needy for her parents after waking up from a nap.

Dwayne softly sighed as the little girl clung to him, big eyes watching him carefully. They were the exact same shade of blue as Paul's eyes. She had his pout too.

"God, you really are your Papa's twin," Dwayne said to her.

Now it was his turn to pout. He'd been thinking about Paul quite a bit lately. Now that the babies were getting older their personalities were shining through more, everything about Paulina reminded Dwayne of his beloved packmate.

He hated thinking about how much he had snapped at the blond during Gem's pregnancy. Dwayne was incredibly territorial, and that was like adding gasoline to the fire that sparked their fights. He had hurt his lover far too many times.

"Aww honey, I'm the worst. I'm supposed to look after everyone. But I just hurt your Papa over and over. He's so full of love and joy, and I kept ruining that when we fought…"

Dwayne's train of thought was interrupted when Paulina tugged on the fabric or his jacket. She tilted her head to the side in wonder.

"Dway…Papa…wuv!!"

That certainly put a smile on his face. His babies were the most precious beings in the world. Having Paulina act so cutely made him see how truly important it was to fix things with her father.

"You're absolutely right. We love each other. And I'm going to do whatever it takes to show your Papa how much I love him"

After taking care of all the baby's needs, Dwayne called on one of the pack members to keep an eye on her while he went on a search in the cave.

He needed to see Paul as soon as possible.

The two vampires didn't realize they shared the same idea. Both Paul and Dwayne were searching the halls and caverns of the hideout, wanting nothing more than to talk and work out the problems they had faced.

While they were considering what was the best thing to say, their minds went blank when the two of them came face to face around a corner.

"Hey"

"Hi there"

They both struggled to make the first move with the conversation. Paul nervously fidgeted with his bracelets while Dwayne ran a hand through his dark locks.

At the same time, they finally found their words, coincidentally saying the same thing out loud.

"Can we talk?"

That seemed to break the tension a little, and the boys found themselves smiling a bit. They ducked into one of the hidden rooms from the hotel remains for some privacy. On the bed in the middle of the room, they sat side by side.

Neither one was sure how long they had been talking. It could have been 30 minutes, it could have been several hours. But what was perfectly clear was how much they poured their hearts out. Each vampire expressed guilt for their actions and longed to be a loving couple again.

"I'm so sorry, Paulie. I got so jealous and hot-headed because I wanted Gem's babies to be all mine. It wasn't fair of me to try to take away your excitement or discredit what you could do as a dad"

"No, D, I need to apologize to you. I was upset because you had Laddie as a son first, and I thought you were being greedy for wanting the babies to be yours. That was so fucked up of me. I've seen what a natural you are with kids and I was worried I would be a total screw-up. I shouldn't have taken that frustration out on you"

It was so different being vulnerable and mature about this together. After decades of being wild, reckless vampires, they had forgotten how therapeutic getting in touch with their human emotions could be. It felt so good to talk it out.

They embraced each other, enjoying a heartfelt hug that they both had needed for a long time.

"I love you, Dwayne. I swear I do," Paul whispered, nuzzling against Dwayne's shoulder.

"I love you too, Paulie. Don't ever forget I loved you first," Dwayne whispered, kissing the top of Paul’s head.

They pulled apart just enough to press their foreheads together. It finally felt like they were whole again. All the hate was washed away, and their bond was stronger than ever.

The moment only got sweeter when Dwayne went in to kiss Paul. The blond vampire immediately melted into the kiss, moving his arms to wrap around Dwayne's neck.

"I missed you so much. I love David, Marko, and all the girls, but God, I was longing for you," Paul told Dwayne through their mental connection. He didn't want to stop their kiss for even a second.

"Me too. I missed holding you. Missed making love in this bed with you. I haven't been tender with you in so long," Dwayne replied. He had lowered his hands to caress Paul's back and hips.

The idea both sparked a fire within them, only this one was fueled by passion, not hatred. They could both sense it. It was like their bodies were calling out to one another. Paul expressed the need first.

"Then why don't we kiss and make up, Daddy~?"

"I like the sound of that, Baby~"

Tag List: @britany1997 @ghoulgeousimmaculate

#the lost boys #tlb #paul x dwayne #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys

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