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My words are Wonder, Age, Cover, Mind, and Nothing
These excerpts are all from my supervillain wip!
Some of these are kind of still in the word-vomity first draft stage so hopefully they're legible to more people than just me lmao
Wonder
“We don’t have to fight,” Ms. Psychic said. “If you just leave, we can pretend that nothing happened here.”
I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at that. Ms. Psychic clearly hadn’t learned anything from the last two times she’d stuck her nose in my business for no good reason.
“Yeah, that ain’t happening, toots,” I said. “We’re not going down without a fight, but first…”
I cleared my throat, and I reached into the inside of my suit jacket for my note cards. By some miracle, I’d actually gotten my ass in gear enough to write out what I wanted to say to Ms. Psychic, but staring down at my awful chicken-scratch handwriting made me wonder whether it was worth all of the effort.
Age
Right inside the door was a little store room stocked full of the latest issues of the Tribune (did people still read actual newspapers?) alongside a variety of tourist-y bullshit and some Metrovale Tribune merchandise that no one under the age of forty-five would be caught dead wearing.
“Good afternoon! How can I—” The person working the front of the store cut themself off mid-sentence, which was fine with me because I wasn’t sure I would have been able to put up with that overly-peppy customer service voice for too long. Still, I didn’t appreciate the way they stared at me all-slack jawed.
“Hello!” I mirrored their peppy customer service voice with a little wave, but I dropped the smile as quickly as it appeared on my face. I slipped a knife into my hand with the flick of my wrist, and I popped to the other side of the desk to wave it around in their face for dramatic effect. “Where might I find the assholes who wrote all the shit about me?”
Cover
The kid turned to me. I couldn’t see much of his face with his helmet and the little black domino mask covering his eyes, but I caught a faint glimpse of the confused frown. He stared up at me for a few moments of stunned silence before he seemingly got a hold of himself. He jumped to his feet, placing his hands on his hips to strike a little pose.
“I’m here to—” The kid’s voice cut out with a little squeak. He cleared his throat, and when he spoke up again, his voice came out a little deeper. “I’m here to stop you!”
Mind
“Also!” I waved my arms wildly through the air just to make sure that I was getting everyone’s attention. “One of you fucks better find a way to get Ms. Psychic here.”
Our audience only responded with a confused murmur.
“I don’t know how she finds out about these things,” I said. “But I’m not going anywhere until I get a chance to give that bitch a piece of my mind, so like…” My voice caught in my throat, and I clapped my hands together a few times as I searched for the right words to express what I wanted to say next. “I don’t fucking know. Just make a post online or something. Just don’t call the cops. I’m not in the mood to deal with any of those asshats today. Or any other day, really, but—”
“Magician,” Edgar cut me off with an exasperated sigh. “Are you going to help me with this cash or what?”
Nothing
My mouth gaped open in shock as I looked over Ms. Psychic's new outfit. I looked her up and down, trying to find a place to rest my gaze that didn’t make me want to rip my own eyeballs out with an ice cream scoop, but it was all terrible.
Her tights were a shade of yellow so bright that I felt like I was staring directly into the surface of the sun. Her dress was mostly a light shade of blue, but for some godforsaken reason, her left sleeve was covered in stripes of yellow and black that made it look like her arm was turning into a fucking bumblebee. The bright pink cape billowing out in the non-existent wind behind her did absolutely nothing to tie her color scheme together. And, as if none of that was bad enough, the off-center fanny pack strapped around her waist was the absolute worse shade of baby shit green that had ever assaulted my eyeballs.
“What the fuck?” I questioned. “You look like a printer just threw up on you.”
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Hi, I just finished burdens and OML 🥺🥺🥺
May I request some sort of megumi x reader continuous where the reader ends up becoming a powerful sorcerer (or a cursed spirit👀 whichever you’d like tbh) megumi and the reader somehow cross paths again a little while after the break up and he witnesses her fighting for the first time? I just know that boy would fall in love all over again but she’s moved on and he feels guilty and just angst? And maybe fluff idk. I’m new to requests so I hope I did this right, thank you so much❤️❤️
burdens pt. 2
a/n: hello, part two of this not-so-lovely story is finally here. every single one of you is allowed one free punch to my face for taking so long to write it,,, i’m so sorry. this is its fourth rewrite and it got a little darker than expected but it’s finally done,, i hope you enjoy <3
fushiguro megumi x f!reader
synopsis: you finally see megumi again at the kyoto sister school goodwill event
tags/warnings: angst, some graphic depictions of violence, character death
word count: 3k
“Do you know how tired I am of watching the people I love die? Things would be so much easier for me if you just stayed the fuck away”.
Megumi’s bitter words were on repeat in your head — the harshness of his voice leaving a hollow feeling carved into your chest. Tear-stained cheeks and shaky breathes had become your new normal these past few days. Tight, sharp pains filled your empty stomach, waves of nausea coursing through your body.
You’ve had no motivation to get out of bed lately, nevermind to shower or cook yourself a proper meal — honestly, for all you cared you could rot away in your blanket filled bed. You checked your phone like a fiend too, thinking that eventually, a miraculous text from Megumi would appear and make everything better. It never did.
He’d completely ghosted you since that dreadful day, and that hurt more than anything. You’d held onto a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he hadn't meant what he said. But as the days continued to pass, your hope quickly dwindled.
To say your current state was shameful was putting it lightly, and you were embarrassed at how poorly this was effecting you. You liked to think that you were strong, motivated, independent — that you didn't need some douchebag just to feel happy. But truth be told, breakups are fucking hard, and it's okay to not be okay for a while — or at least that's what you kept telling yourself.
So when you were trudging miserably down the street to your local convenience store and you saw a familiar pair of jujutsu sorcerers, you wanted desperately to sink into the ground. You made a quick turn to head to a different shop, but it was too late, you were spotted.
“y/n! hey!” Two lighthearted voices sang through the air, filling your ears and making your heart clench in your chest.
You turned around and anxiously approached them, your unkempt hair and baggy eyes sending looks of concern across their faces.
“Hey girl, you good?” Nobara shot you a sideways glance, Maki raising a suspicious eyebrow.
“Yeah, uh, ice cream,” You croaked, speaking for the first time in a couple days, “I’m here for ice cream, that’s all”.
“Yeah, but why do you look like a fucking zombie?” Maki pushed her eyeglasses further up her nose, her sharp eyes looking you up and down.
“Ah, he didn’t say anything to you guys, did he?” You shook your head, heavy eyes falling to ground as you refused to meet theirs.
“Don’t tell me…” Nobara’s face contorted, “Did he break up with you?”
You nodded, a pitiful chuckle falling from your lips, because if you didn’t laugh, you’d start sobbing right now.
Maki threw her arm around your shoulder, pulling you to her side and ushering you into the store, “It’s okay, men suck. Hang out with us today”.
Meanwhile, Nobara trailed quickly behind the two of you, anger seething from her teeth and steam practically billowing out of her ears.
“That fuckhead! I swear I’ll fuck his shit up big time, he won’t even know what fucking hit him. I knew that boy was stupid but shit, this is a whole new low for him! I-,” She continued to ramble and rant as Maki led you through the store, picking out drinks and snacks to help ease your pain.
The three of you ended up in a nearby park, sitting around a small picnic table and gorging on the massive array of snacks. Lighthearted conversation and lots of food make your chest ache a little less, and you even found yourself laughing and chatting as if things were normal. You’d told the two of them all about that day, about Megumi’s irrational words and his tragic breakdown that led to some kind of fucked-up break up sex.
“So, how are we gonna get back at him? Egg his car? Put bleach in his shampoo? Bugs in his food? God - it’s a shame his dad is dead because from the pictures I’ve seen that man was FINE and revenge sex—,”
“Nobara,” Maki shot her idiot girlfriend a dirty look, and the orange-haired girl quickly shut her mouth, “As much as I support any idea that revolves around ruining a man’s day, I don’t think revenge is the healthiest coping strategy here”.
You were tracing your eyes around Maki’s face as she spoke, and you found yourself carefully inspecting her purple glasses that rested softly on the bridge of her nose. And that’s when it clicked, the light bulb ignited in your head and you knew exactly what you wanted to do.
“Maki,” your voice was urgent, “You don’t have cursed energy, you can’t even see them without your glasses!”
Her face twisted and her nose scrunched, a look of distaste in her eyes, “I know?”
“So, you could teach me, right? You could help me learn how to use some cursed weapons?”
“Yeah! You have to Maki, then she can beat his ass with me,” Nobara chimed in.
“That’s not a bad idea actually,” Maki’s mouth formed an evil grin, “Could you imagine his face after watching you exorcise a curse?”
The three of your conversed for a bit longer, speculating and potting about training, weapons, and your very own pair of curse-seeing glasses. By the end of the night you had a plan, and a pretty good one if you say so yourself.
From that day on, teary eyes and achy hearts were a thing of the past, not because it was that easy to get over Megumi, but because Maki didn’t even allow you the time to feel dismal anymore. You met her everyday after classes without fail, and everyday she would train you until you thought your arms would fall off. After months and months of sore muscles, sweat, and the occasional injury, you were convinced that Maki was incapable of feeling pity or remorse for other living things. Every time you speculated about quitting, she’d set a fire under you, unafraid to remind you how weak you still were.
The green-haired sorcerer had ultimately decided that you worked best dual-armed -- a long, lightweight blade in each hand. On your final day of training, she officially gifted the two swords to you, as a “graduation” gift.
Skill-wise, you were by no means as incredible Maki, but you definitely held your own, and the progress you’d made in a mere 8 months was astronomical. They’d introduced you to a strange silver-haired man at some point, Gojo, who had taken not only an interest in you but also your plot against your ex-boyfriend. He cackled to himself when you told him why you were here, going on and on about how priceless Megumi’s face would be when he saw you.
Your appearance was highly anticipated, so why not debut at one of the biggest jujutsu events all year? The Kyoto Sister School Goodwill Event — Gojo thought it was the most perfect idea.
You tried hard to exude confidence as you walked at Nobara and Maki’s sides, but behind your arrogant facade your stomach was twisting itself into knots. Truthfully, you were scared to see Megumi again after so long.
And when your eyes met with his as you walked into the meeting room, you thought you just might pass out. You thought you were ready for this — but the look of complete shock, fear, and anger on his face as he looked you up and down almost made you regret all of it.
“What’s going on?” Megumi’s words were incredibly calculated, an edge on his voice.
His question was pointless, however, because judging by the fact that you were wearing a jujutsu tech uniform and had two swords sheathed at your sides could only mean one thing. Your hair was longer now too, and your frame was wider with an extra layer of muscle from all the training — you almost looked like a different person.
“I’ve been training with Maki, I-,” You spoke up to explain yourself, but you weren’t even granted the opportunity.
“No, no, Maki, what the hell did you do?” His eyes were shaky and laced with concern.
“I only did what she asked me to. I’m not the one who gave her a complex about being weak, you did that,” Maki shrugged, “and she’s not your girlfriend anymore dude, what do you care?”
Absolute confliction flashed through his eyes, uncertainty and madness swirling in his irises, “You’re right, I don’t care. Let me know when the event is starting”.
He took a sharp turn out of the room and let the door slam a little too hard behind him. The sound of his icey voice and the door shutting with unkind force was all too reminiscent of the night you broke up. Burying every emotion you had deep into your stomach you gave Maki a small, reassuring smile and plopped down on one of the couches.
“Alright, so when does this thing start?”
after the start of the event
Fighting the Kyoto students was proving to be much harder than you initially expected, but you were holding your own at Maki’s side. The two of you had easily taken down a small, kind, blue haired girl named Miwa, and now you were watching an emotional battle between Maki and her sister unfold.
Wait here, she’d told you, I want to do this one myself. Take some notes on my form and watch our backs, okay?
Okay, you’d said, a little confused but ultimately finding a nice spot up in a thick tree to carefully observe from. Maki was truly a force of nature, and it seemed like the other girl never actually had a chance of winning. It was honestly only a few minutes before the small black, haired girl was slumped against a tree and Maki was making her way back to you. Things were looking good, two of Kyoto’s student’s were down already and adrenaline was pumping through your veins.
You couldn't quite shake the awful feeling churning in your stomach though, and Megumi’s face was haunting your thoughts. You hadn’t seen him since before the event started, when an odd, pink haired boy jumped out of a box and freaked everyone out. Nobara had later explained who he was and what had happened, and you wondered how many awful surprises Gojo had planned today -- first you, then that.
A small rumble rippled under your feet, and Maki grabbed your arm as you watched a giant brown vine lurch it’s way out of the ground a few hundred yards in the distance.
“That technique doesn’t belong to anyone from Kyoto,” She shot you a look of concern and determination, “let’s go check it out”.
You gave her a firm nod, the two of you making your way towards the horrifying wooden vines. By the time you managed to arrive, Inumaki was already down and so was a dark-haired boy from Kyoto. A muscular, white curse with black markings and wooden branches for eyes was moments away from taking Megumi on all by himself — thank god you got here in time to help.
Megumi, however, was horrified when he saw you jump over the tall roofed building with Maki at your side. He’d just watched two incredible sorcerers get their shit rocked by this curse, there was no way you would stand a chance against this thing. But before he could even try to stop you, you and the green-haired sorcerer were flying through the air and taking shots at the curse. The two of you worked perfectly in sync, the months of daily training finally paying off.
He watched with intent glazed over his eyes, his heart threatening to lurch up his throat. You were a spectacle, and he always thought you were beautiful but seeing you now with dirt and blood stained clothes, cursed weapons gripped firmly in your hands, you truly were ethereal. He hated it though, he hated that he was falling in love with you all over again, especially under these circumstances. Guilt and anxiety was eating away at him — why did you have to get involved? Why couldn’t you have just stayed away like he told you to?
He was quick to join the two of you, sticking close to your side to protect you if need be — but, even with all three of you together the curse still had the upper hand. Maki had been swatted to the side, her back slamming hard against one of the tiled roofs and knocking her unconscious. It was down to just the two of you now, beads of sweat causing your hair to uncomfortably stick to the back of your neck. This was something that Maki’s training could have never prepared you for.
Megumi was getting tired, taking one wrong step and losing his footing momentarily. The curse saw this as a perfect window of opportunity, sending a spiral of vines and branches hurling for Megumi. It was fast, but the adrenaline coursing through you helped you to move faster, launching yourself through the air and intercepting the attack. The barky, wooden vines twisted violently through your stomach, shooting clean through your back and ripping a violent scream from your throat.
It hurt so bad, feeling the plant wriggle through your organs and tear you apart from the inside out. The curse retracted his vine a few moments later, leaving your mangled body to fall helplessly to the roof. Tears rippled from your eyes, your body shaking and seizing as you coughed up a few sprays of blood.
A long, strong pair of arms scooped you up instantaneously, and your head was resting against a firm chest — probably Megumi, but you didn’t quite have the energy to open your eyes to check.
“We’ll take it from here, get her to Ieiri!” You heard a pair of deep voices yelling to Megumi, but it was too foggy and far away for you to understand what they were saying.
Megumi was seething with anger, moving as fast as his feet could carry him and he ran through the school. As you waved in and out of consciousness, you batted open your eyes, stealing quick glances at his twisted features and — were those tears on his face?
“I- I’m sorry Megumi… I think I finally understand what you were so afraid of all this time,” Your voice was barely a croak, “when I saw it coming, I couldn’t stomach the thought of having to watch you die. I suddenly just thought I would do anything to keep you safe”.
Yeah, those were definitely tears, you could see them a little clearer now. His eyes were red and his cheeks were dried with salty streaks.
“You’re so thick-headed,” he mumbled, his grip around you tightening slightly as he picked up his pace, “I wish you would have made that realization before there was a giant hole in your stomach”.
“Me too,” You hummed, but you weren’t really in any pain anymore. The pain had subdued to a sweet warm sensation inside your stomach, and an intoxicating sleepiness was washing over your head, “I was angry for a long time, but I’m not mad at you anymore, Gumi. I hope you can forgive me too”.
You offered him a tiny smile, but the blood leaking from between you keeps made it anything but sweet.
“There’s nothing to forgive you for, you never did anything wrong,” He spoke quickly, his voice quiet and cracking.
“No, but we’re not gonna make it to Ieiri, I know that and so do you,” You fell into a violent fit of coughs again, sputtering red splatters all over the front of his uniform.
“Shut up”.
“It’s not your fault, none of it was ever your fault,” you choked out once the fit of coughs subsided — and you weren’t just talking about yourself, you were talking about all of the unfortunate tragedies he’d witnessed throughout this life.
“And you’re allowed to be selfish sometimes, you know? I hope that when you meet someone, your soulmate even, you can allow yourself to love them with every part of you”.
The words painfully left your lips, but you meant every single one of them. You were starting to realize that you and Megumi were never meant to make it to the end. You weren’t his soulmate, you were here to help him grow, so that when he did finally meet them he’d be ready.
“You deserve to be loved, Megumi,” You looked up at him with big eyes, but his face was starting to get really fuzzy now.
Your fingers were going numb and your mouth felt like it was filled with sand. You were so tired, letting your eyes flutter shut and your head rest softly against Megumi’s chest. You felt him stop running, you could even hear him screaming at you — but it was too far away for you to hear. You drifted closer and closer to eternal sleep, your soul swollen with love for the boy who broke your heart.
Megumi didn’t even feel sad when you stopped breathing in his arms — he just felt hollow. More empty and broken than he’d ever thought possible. You were the most incredible person he’d ever met — someone with extreme motivation, who acted with no fear or hesitation, who always had love to give, even when he didn’t deserve it. He’d never forget you, not for as long as he’d live anyway.
Even when he did meet a new girl a few years later — a compassionate, brave girl, who reminded him a lot of you — he wouldn’t forget. He wouldn’t forget your words and for the first time in his life he’d let his walls down for her. He’d allow himself to truly love, and be loved in return.
And maybe you were right, maybe he did deserve to be loved like this, because god, he finally feels whole again when she’s around. He just wishes you were still here so he could say thank you.
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One Call Away — P. M.
Phone Sex with Peter Maximoff
GN!Reader
Warnings: sub!peter, masturbation, joi (male receiving)
A/N: What can I say except that I'm a slut for a certificate @whiiiiplaaaaash
It was late when Y/N got the call, 23:47 to be exact, and with the time being as it was, it was natural for them to worry about what would warrant a call at such an hour. Seeing the name, for a second Y/N saw red.
"Peter?" They asked, picking up quickly, a worried undertone to their voice, nerves only growing at the unsteady breathing that met their ear.
Those nerves however were quickly washed away once Peter spoke, "Y/N!" He was enthusiastic and breathed what sounded to be a sigh of relief, "I almost thought you wouldn't pick up."
Relaxing, Y/N sat up and rested against the beds headboard, they frowned slightly, "Is something wrong, baby?"
"No, uh.." Peter paused for a second and Y/N could hear the flustered tone that laced his words, "I just needed to hear your voice."
Y/N was familiar with that phrase and a sly smile made its way onto their face, "You're touching yourself, aren't you, Peter?" He didn't answer, but the way his breath hitched at Y/N's words was an answer enough, "You know you could be here in seconds, I'd happily help you."
Catching themself in the mirror on the other side of the room, Y/N checked themself out as they awaited Peters response, winking to their reflection and mouthing a 'looking good'.
"I can't, the professor has me on lockdown," Peter let's out an irritated sigh, "Practically grounded me like a kid.." He mutters under his breath with a whine, causing Y/N to chuckle.
"I guess I'll have to help you from here, huh?... How about I tell you what to do, would you like that puppy?" Y/N's grin grew larger, sliding down the headboard till they were laying down again, throwing the phone onto the pillow next to their head and setting it to speaker. Although they couldn't see Peter, they could vividly imagine him and all the little expressions he'd make.
Peter let out a hum in response, breath shuddering, "Please."
The Cheshire grin on Y/N's face widens, "Do as I say and don't lie to me, I'll know if you do, puppy, you're no good at keeping secrets."
On the other end, Peter let out a whine, he was absolutely desperate, Y/N didn't know but he'd been trying to get off for the past half hour and by now it was almost painful, he just prayed that Y/N was feeling generous tonight. Though generosity was a rare feeling that often came with difficulty, if Peter was going to cum tonight it wasn't going to be easy.
"Let's take it slow, okay? I know you've already been touching yourself so let go for now." Y/N instructs, Peters huffs before reluctantly removing his cock from his grasp, he'd hoped Y/N hadn't picked up on the defiance but it wasn't often they missed such things, " I want you to play with your nipples for me, is that okay baby?"
"Y/N, p—"
"Y/N?"
"... Master, please.. I'm already so desperate for you." Peter begs, voice cracking in a way it does only in his neediest of states.
Y/N bit their lip, rubbing their thighs together, "And I'll allow you release soon, my love," They say, much more tenderly than their other words, "But only if you follow my instructions like a good boy first."
After a moment without complaint from Peter, Y/N continued, "I want you to play with your nipples baby, you do such a good job with mine.. I know you won't be able to use you mouth on yourself but your fingers do some fine work too," praises are littered between their commands, reiterations of past events, with the knowledge that they'd motivate Peter, "I want you to feel as good as I can without being there with you, just start off light and work you way up.. I'll play with myself with you, if you'd like."
Peter hummed, a rather wordless 'please', as he began to do as Y/N asked.
"Use your words, baby."
"Yes, please.. I'd like that, master.." He says, a soft whimper on the 'master' which caused Y/N to bite their lip.
"You can start to move down, puppy." Though Y/N wanted to tease Peter for longer, they were somewhat selfish wanting to be able to touch themself without having to wait for Peter to start doing so too, "Just keep things simple for now, baby, up and down at a steady and slow pace."
Peter closes his eyes, a small moan escaping his lips as his hand reunited with his cock. He obeyed what Y/N said, flicking his wrist from the base to the tip, trying not to buck his hips and ruin the rhythm, knowing his luck Y/N would hear the bed creaking if he dared do that.
"You know when I jerk you off how I like to run my thumb over your tip, or run a finger along that one vein... Applying extra pressure to it? How about you go ahead and give that a try, and don't try to keep quiet, I know the walls can be thin but I hate to hear such pretty sounds being wasted into a pillow or arm... "
As Y/N spoke, their hand moved downwards to sneak under their pyjamas, Peter's sharp gasp as he did as told encouraging them.
"Good boy."
"Please, master, I just.." Peter paused to let out a groan, "I need more, I.. I need you.."
"Awe.. I know, baby, I want you too and you can have me all you'd like tomorrow, but for now this will have to make do... Are you doing as I say?"
About to hum, Peter stopped himself to answer properly, "Yes, God, yes I am."
"And that still isn't enough for you?" A strangled cry answers Y/N, "How greedy of you.. Well, I suppose I can think of something that might just tip you over the edge.."
Peter's head tipped back, closing his eyes in concentration as he continued to jerk himself off, thinking of what Y/N was to suggest, if it was the Polaroids he kept of them in his bedside table drawer those were already out and spread across his bed beside him, one taking home in his free hand.
"When you're being a brat, you do this thing.." Y/N starts, holding back moans as they spoke, "You like to be a tease and vibrate, as much as I scold you for it.. Fuck me, if it isn't one of the best feelings ever... Have you ever tried it yourself, baby?"
Peter thought for a second, sure when he first found out he could vibrate as a result of his super speed he'd thought about using it on himself an awful lot, he'd never actually tried it though. He shook his head, forgetting for a second that Y/N couldn't see him and then blushed at his momentary stupidity.
"No, Master."
"In that case, I think you know what i want you to do."
And he did, granted he hesitated, trying anything new was bound to be daunting but he'd done this before... Just not like this. A bright blush spread across Peter's face, gracing the tips of his ears as he thought of Y/N watching him right now and how much they'd love a sight such as this.
The sounds that came from the silver haired boy were like a sweet melody, granted the quality wasnt the best with a slight grain overlaying it, but to Y/N nothing sounded better.
Peter was practically fucking his vibrating hand at this point, a string of profanities leaving his mouth in want and tears brimming his eyes, but he didn't dare cum without permission.
"Having fun, puppy?" Y/N asked, the answer obvious, "We can have even more fun tomorrow, I haven't decided what we'll do yet but I'm sure that box in my wardrobe that you love so much will come out to play."
A high pitched whine made its way from the back of Peter's throat and Y/N could tell he was close.
"You know if you want to cum, baby, all you have to do is ask." They tell him, but it was rarely as simple as that.
"Uh-huh... Please," Peter paused, unable to speak between his moans, "Please can I cum."
"Do you think you deserve it?"
Peter's brows furrowed at the question but he answered it nevertheless, ".. Yes, master."
"Hmm, really? Then go ahead, sweet boy."
Whenever he came, Peter always made the same expression and it was a proper shame that Y/N couldn't see it now; his eyes shut tight, brows scrunched and jaw slack as he allowed release to wash over him. His chest heaved up and down, recovering and steadying his breath.
"Fuck, Y/N... God, thank you so much.." Peter forced out between breaths, "I know it's late, but I really needed that," He glanced at the clock absentmindedly, "I should probably go n—"
The silver haired boy was cut off by Y/N, "Not at all baby, do you really think that's it? I haven't cum yet, and for waking me up I want you to cum at least two more times!"
And there it was, the technicality Peter had neglected to think of when being allowed to cum so easily, but upset wasn't what he felt, rather he was filled with a joy and excitement soon ready to go again... Maybe this time on video call instead.
A/N: this feels quite different to what I've wrote before in the past and I'm honestly not the most confident with it, I'd love to revisit sub!Peter again another time with a topic I feel I may be better writing such as his first time or perhaps pegging... Let me know what you guys think though!
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Transformers: Harbingers
The Pirate Scream AU
Before I talk about it you guys are the best thank you for indulging me and my AU from this post xjdjd. ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
@badlydrawntransformers @cosmic0de @warrioroffandoms @measlyfurball13 And a bonus thank you to those encouraging me in the tags as well ❤️
I plan to do art for it as well as accompanying written bits and maybe even an animatic but till then have some general info under the cut.
Also there is transformers: Prime spoilers below so open at your own risk.
TRANSFORMERS: HARBINGERS
So this AU comes from the same place many AUs heavily involving TfP Starscream come from: the unfulfilled potential in our boy Scream. Now deeper discussion of that is not gonna be in this post. It'd be a whole essay.
It also comes from just how salty I was that the Team's kindness never really benefitted them much and they kept getting slapped for it. And OP really wanted to win over a con and Starscream kept wanting a partner. ALSO ALSO Optimus was portrayed as keeping his emotions in check and then never really gets a message that it's okay to be emotional so... I'm doing that here.
And the Starscream Pirate AU was born...
Aka Transformers: Harbingers (maybe idk if it's catchy enough djjsw)
Why Harbingers? ''It's just a SHIP Starscream chills in for awhile in the show' ' I hear you say. WELL HANG ON!! I got two very good reasons!! .
First off: Starscream, with the help of some Cybertronians who he wins over one way or another (Ill get to that), help him essentially use the remains of the Harbinger to put together their own functional ship. It's smaller than the Nemesis and will take some pirate ship inspiration. While it is a hardy beast it's a bit jury rigged.
Second of all:
Imagine being a fictional character living in a ship with a name that basically means 'Foreshadowed bringer of change' and then going back to Megatron and his bullshit. I'm gonna grab this and run all the way with it. Highway to Hell just came on my Spotify so... That may be an omen.
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NOW LISTEN
I feel like Starscream and Optimus could really have had such an interesting dynamic but we never really got to see that in TfP and I feel cheated. Also both could have mutually benefitted a great deal.
So what do I do? I shove them together to be sorta begrudging Co-Captains. As a result there's a lot of shenanigans to be had!
How this happens OP has some run ins with cons and, through a way I'm still deciding, has the opportunity to extend a hand to Starscream. Starscream, being kindness starved, doesn't entirely know what to do about Optimus being nice to him one whole time with no sarcasm or ulterior motive and sorta starts trying to get his attention.
Starscream and his crew are a bit of their own team at this point. MEANING sort of new LOGOS!
I'm yoinking the crossed out Decepticon logo from the Dark Energon Starscream and Dark Energon Knockout toys cause I mean... It's right there and also kinda like a skull and crossbones. It fits too well guys.
Starscream essentially manages to win over the autobots enough so they can sorta make a mutually beneficial, if strained, alliance to aid their aligned goal: killing Megatron and revitalizing cyberton. This is aided by some slight changes to the plot of course. It's also a benefit, much to Ratchet's delight, since they finally get some cybertronian tech to work with.
And so they gotta work together to take Megatron out and there's much bonding moments esp later when the autobot base is destroyed. Starscream extends his hand to them and offers them a more permanent position onboard. (rubbing in how unfortunate their situation is and how this is such a big favour but he's paying Optimus back.)
And insert team dynamic stuff!! Like cons teaming up with Bots, Starscream and Optimus trying to stick with it leading their own teams but keep accidently backseat-leadering one another. I will write some other ex-con and bot dynamics cause there's a lot of chaos to be had.
Optimus doesn't open up to his crew for morale sake and masks his emotions well, and Starscream is... well Starscream is Starscream so he masks what he truly feels a lot and doesn't share a lot of personal stuff besides complaints with his team either. So there's a lot of tension.... That is until Starscream has had it at just how good a poker face Prime has.
Because he's absolutely paranoid got a harmless curiosity about Optimus's ulterior motives and wants potential dirty secrets he can use as blackmail to have power over the Prime, he essentially puts cybertronian booze (but kid friendly version of course fbejek) in Optimus's energon heavily expecting him to spill the beans when heavily drunk. What he doesn't expect is that Optimus is just... LIKE THAT to his core. He's smart but very sad and guilty. And maybe a bit weepy and exhausted cause this man has not shown an emotion for eons now. /s. Starscream doesn't know wtf to do but swayed by how earnest Optimus is he sorta softens up and does open up. Might have helped that he took a swig of the tainted energon to get on his level though. But it also helps that neither is the others subordinate so they don't need to maintain their image as badly with the Co-captain as they do their team.
The ex cons sorta accidently absorb some of the autobot's morals over time. The cons help the autobots have some fun. There's a lot of stuff learned both ways. Also the cons realize how cool humans can be and after a lot of argument and forced time spent with the kids, they want to protect earth too.
Starscream, helps Optimus open up a bit more and allow himself to be emotional. He also shows him how to be a little selfish. Optimus in turn helps him with self confidence and making friends. Both help each other with the shit Megatron put em both through and overall boost one another up. (This also does change the start of the war a bit but I'll get to that in another post.)
Miko tries to fight all of the cons at first but quickly changes her tune cause "BOOYAH PIRATE CONS!!"
Other bits about this AU:
Starscream will eventually get a slight design change. It'll be less scrappy and look more confident and put together. It'll be minor
Because they are on a flying ship but have less energon than the Nemesis, everyone gets equipped with mods for flight. There is a jetpack upgrade one can get or Knockout can straight up help change their alt mode surgically.
I'm working up a list of who gets what flight mod but... Ya'll should know that Wheeljack dares Knockout to make him into a flying car. Largely cause I just got the image of Wheeljack flying above vehicons and just turning into a car and dropping on them. That and driving up the side of the Nemesis and confusing the fuck out of Megatron. Out of all the characters you know that would be a Wheeljack thing.
Arcee and Knockout grieve together.
Knockout loves bugging the hell out of Ratchet. It's extra fun for him cause Ratchet often can't do shit about it since they both need the room and tools.
Knockout and Wheeljack become an insufferable duo with the nicknames they have for everyone.
Wheeljack won't leave Starscream alone and keeps coming up with worse and worse nicknames like he did with Ratchet.
Starscream and Ratchet become complaining buddies.
STARSCREAM'S SEEKER SQUAD REJOINS. Well some of them. Skywarp, Thundercracker and maybe other peeps.
Miko manages to befriend Skywarp and Bulkhead now has to watch both Miko AND Skywarp. Wheeljack refuses to help Bulkhead round them up.
Raf hits it off with Thundercracker.
Knockout: "FINALLY a team with fragging MANNERS!"
Instead of Beeftimus Prime from the forge, Optimus actually gets access to a third alt mode and.. Idk something else primely. So he actually gets wings.
Starscream and the other fliers are greatly amused because Optimus, as great as he is at his poker face most of the time, hasn't yet figured out how to not emote with the pair of wings he gets from the forge. Thundercracker is the one who eventually informs him while the rest of the crew are booing loudly in the background.
I actually do have designs of TFP Skywarp, Thundercracker, and Ironhide in the works.
Fowler and Starscream have insult battles. Oddly both grow a weird almost fondness for these verbal sparring sessions
They frequently raid the Nemesis
Miko keeps talking in a pirate voice. Smokescreen has joined her.
AND A LOT OF OTHER STUFF I'LL GET INTO WITH MORE DETAIL AND ART. I'll also talk more in depth about some of these things that isn't a ramble like this post is. xnwjskw.
Feel free to ask about anything you're curious about.
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1 Thing I Love & 1 Thing I Hate About EVERY Danganronpa Character Part 1
Part 2
SPOILERS FOR ALL THREE MAIN GAMES
I’d love to hear our opinions as well in the comments or my inbox or DM’s! If you try this trend with DR characters, tag me!
Sayaka Maizono
♡ Her passion for her career and friends.
✘ The way she tries to screw over Makoto when the game had just begun. Like wait and see what happens before screwing over such a great guy? Leon didn’t deserve it either.
Leon Kuwata
♡ His voice actor (English), and how real and human his execution was in that we all would be so scared and irrational. It was just so iconic and sad as it’s our first introduction to the death in this series and we all think: “shit, this is real... they are really killing these kids.” I didn’t think it would be that brutal, just seeing his body limp at the end with the haunting music.
✘ His design is disgusting. I hate how he looks.
Chihiro Fujisaki
♡ So innocent, so kind, so intelligent
✘ Shouldn’t have been killed for such a stupid reason, also they did Mondo dirty with that motive for killing as well. Just a mess. As for the actual character, Chihiro cries right off the bat when you do your introductions and that was kind of annoying to me personally.
Mondo Oowada
♡ He has a lot of respect, understanding and emotions for someone I thought would be a hard-ass douche biker.
✘ The worst motive to kill ever in a game where you know you’re getting executed if you’re found out. Like you’d be extra careful and that’s his reason to kill? Lazy writing.
Celestia Ludenberg
♡ Bad bitch energy and her goth lolita design.
✘ Manipulation and double murder. Bad bitch energy only goes so far. Confidence is different then selfishness. Also, of all the chapter 3 triple murders... the worst motive to kill.
Kiyotaka Ishimaru
♡ Emotions: secure in his masculinity, able to cry, show emotions, and apologize when he’s wrong. He’s funny and likable.
✘ The Ishimondo white hair thing was stupid. Taka was fine on his own.
Hifumi Yamada
♡ Writing takes talent, fan fiction as much as any other style or genre. Also the talent of his voice actor (who also voices Kiibo/K1-B0).
✘ Literally everything else about him.
Sakura Oogami
♡ I love everything about her. I love her wisdom, loyalty, design, voice etc. Just step on me, mother.
✘ Why the hell would she ever agree to be a spy even if it meant the end of her dojo? I just don’t think she would do that rationally because she isn’t selfish. The others would suffer for her spying. She remedies this with redemption in her letter in chapter 4 but still she should’ve said no off the bat. Everyone had something to lose. The dojo wasn’t worth spying for monokuma. Also I just don’t think she would commit suicide. She can’t help the remaining students survive and redeem herself truly if she’s dead.
Kyoko Kirigiri
♡ Bad bitch energy, calm and collected when I could never be.
✘ Especially in future arc of the anime, damn can you show some emotion please? Through your words and expressions not just your actions. Sure she was willing to “die” for Makoto but like I just want more emotion from her sometimes, even in THH.
Makoto Naegi
♡ So pure. I Love Bryce Papenbrook. Makoto reminds me of Sora and I love his design.
✘ In THH I didn’t mind his innocence but in the Danganronpa 3 future arc anime, when people started straight up abusing him and accusing him, he needed to grow a little backbone.
Byakuya Togami
♡ Love my dad, king shit, also love how over the progression of the games and animes he becomes a little more kind to his friends.
✘ Why the fuck did he mess with Chihiro’s body? Just so cruel and disrespectful.
Yasuhiro Hagakure
♡ Funny magic man. Sexy voice.
✘ Please. Please Hiro use your brain just once. Why do we have to prove Kyoko isn’t a ghost?!
Toko Fukawa
♡ Character development in UDG and I love Genocider.
✘ Putting down herself and others constantly gets old in THH.
Aoi Asahina
♡ Love her voice actress and her personality
✘ We really just gonna get everyone killed in chapter 4 huh? Surely you know they don’t all deserve that.
Junko Enoshima
♡ A very memorable villain with great hair and design.
✘ I just can’t stand her. I hate her so much.
Mukuro Ikusaba
♡ Her mercenary background is super cool as a concept.
✘ Too bad it wasn’t explored nearly enough.
Hajime Hinata
♡ Seeing the protagonist be a little less naive, innocent and positive than Makoto was a refreshing change, although I loved Makoto. I liked Hajime’s cynicism and expressions that sometimes just screamed “this shit again, huh?”
✘ I enjoy the way Izuru looks but I hate him as a character. He is sexy to look at but Hajime is just a better character overall
Teruteru Hanamura
♡ His love for his family and mother especially is so cute and heart breaking if you know the full story.
✘ He needs to know when to dial it back and quit with the perversions. And no it’s not just how he looks, Miu needs to chill at times, too.
Twogami
♡ I feel like he genuinely cares about his friends, just hides it well
✘ His death felt like a cop out and poorly written. It just didn’t sit right with me. Also his design is disgusting to me, his outfit and such.
Mahiru Koizumi
♡ Loyal to her close friends.
✘ I just have no interest in her as a character and I find her boring.
Peko Pekoyama
♡ Loyalty. Loyalty is something I value very highly in every form of relationship. Peko is also very hot.
✘ Come on girl... I know how you were raised but you should’ve known Fuyuhiko didn’t think of you as just a tool and you two should’ve expressed your true feelings long ago. Like even in secret. How do you live like this? Also I feel like killing Mahiru could’ve been avoided with a calm talk.
Ibuki Mioda
♡ Cute design, positive vibes.
✘ Cringe sometimes in the way she talks.
Hiyoko Saionji
♡ Beautiful character design and some very good insults and snarky remarks at times.
✘ Just irredeemably mean and annoying. Even when you do her free time events she is just so annoying.
Mikan Tsumiki
♡ I like her design as well as her hair, expressions, sprites and clothing.
✘ I hate her. I just hate her whether she’s in her true psycho form or timid stuttering form. She’s just annoying in my opinion.
Nekomaru Nidai
♡ So supportive, can hold my drink at a party. Respects everyone and wants the best for them.
✘ Bro Mechamaru was a stupid plot point. I just couldn’t stand looking at him and couldn’t take it seriously. Still sad when he died though.
Chiaki Nanami
♡ From chapter 5 of sdr2 on she is impossible not to love if you didn’t already. Just the selflessness, the sadness of the reveal and execution, how she returns to help Hajime at the end???? I love her. I love her hair design, color palette, her personality, everything.
✘ I’m bitter and miserable about her being the only class member to actually die (the despair arc anime) also her falling asleep at random times is kind of odd and she doesn’t seem to be like that later on in the game??? Like it seemed like a cheap joke but not actually who she is? Hard for me to explain.
Gundham Tanaka
♡ King shit, couldn’t praise him enough. He’s sexy, loves animals, and is funny as hell sometimes. His voice actor is a saint and a cool dude and I named my guinea pigs after the Dark Devas (yes I know they are hamsters in the games.)
✘ Come on dude. I get that being from Hell and magic and having evil powers is your shtick, but we all know that you and Nekomaru sacrificed yourselves so the others wouldn’t starve. We know you care about your classmates. There comes a time when it’s time to let personas and facades fade and be true to your heart. I just feel like him denying he cared at the end hurt. We all know he cared. I didn’t like how he was haughty until the end. He deserved better. I love him.
Nagito Komaeda
♡ I love him so much. So cunning and intelligent, always a step ahead. And he’s big sexy.
✘ Him killing himself in chapter 5 hurt me so bad I was like in denial for days. Also hate how Bryce Papenbrook gives him a raspy stoner psycho voice in the game then a light airy higher-pitched voice in the despair arc anime. It just bothers me. I love his voice still but the inconsistency just hurts my OCD
Sonia Nevermind
♡ I love that she’s so interested in her passions and love her feelings for Gundham
✘ Her outfit and bow are atrocious. Also why didn’t she start liking and talking to Gundham sooner on? Their romance bloomed late and it would’ve made for a better chapter 4 ending if they were a bit closer.
Kazuichi Souda
♡ Cool design and outfit, love his voice (also voices Kaito in V3) and his backstory is relatable at times. He’s also very human in that he’s scared a lot of the time or insecure or blames others in panicked situations. It’s not always a good thing but it’s human and realistic.
✘ Gosh he can be so annoying. Sometimes flirting or whining too much is well... too much.
Akane Owari
♡ Strong-willed and definitely someone I would be friends with
✘ What the hell is her outfit? Gymnasts and athletes don’t wear that shit. Stop objectifying her when it doesn’t even make the product or plot better. Like there’s absolutely no point to making her dress that way. I was a gymnast for 15 years. Even those who do parkour (which Akane seems to do more often than actual gymnastics in the anime and game) don’t wear what she wears. Also she’s underrated.
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu
♡ I love him. He’s the DR character I’m most like out of all the games and anime. Tenko is a close second. I think he’s adorable, love his character arc, development, redemption, and love his voice.
✘ In the anime/despair arc, Fuyuhiko is not done justice. He doesn’t get enough lines, has a different voice actor, just doesn’t give off the same vibes.
Izuru Kamakura
♡ Sexy man long hair good.
✘ Boring character. I wish he were just Hajime.
Kaede Akamatsu
♡ Loyalty and leadership are such attractive qualities in her. Also she faced her death with such class and dignity and I respect her because I could never.
✘ Some of the voice lines Erika does for her are just weird and cringe. Just random moans or grunts... I don’t know it’s like when Ann Takamaki from Persona 5 (also voiced by Erika) makes suggestive noises as well. Just grinds my gears. Also hate her outfit down to the hair pins.
Shuichi Saihara
♡ I love his nasally voice. I love his design and he’s so adorable. I love how emotional and compassionate he can be. He ties with Makoto for favorite protag of mine.
✘ That sprite where he sniffs his hand. And his ugly ass hat.
Rantarou Amami
♡ Sexy man, sexy voice, sexy piercings
✘ Ugly outfit, and wasted potential
Ryoma Hoshi
♡ I respect him and feel bad for his outlook on life and for how poorly he views himself. I love his little hat as well and he’s the first “different styled” character (Hifumi, Bandai, Teruteru) that I liked the design of.
✘ I hate when he says “got a long ways to go,” it’s overused and annoying, and wish he gave himself more credit. Also hate that when you first meet him he warns you that he’s killed people and is dangerous to be around. Come on buddy, you know you wouldn’t hurt your friends. Stop pushing them away.
Kirumi Tojo
♡ Competence, well rounded, skillful
✘ Boring as hell. I wouldn’t waste one free time event on her.
Angie Yonaga
♡ Dark skin, super cute, love her talent as an artist myself.
✘ Gives religious people a bad name and is super manipulative which I hate.
Tenko Chabashira
♡ I relate to her and feel bad when she’s misunderstood. She’s a good person deep down. Also love her sprites.
✘ There’s more cunning, funny and clever ways to write her digs at men.
Korekiyo Shunguuji
♡ I’m in love with this man. Long hair, voice, mystery, mask, intelligence, passion, talent.
✘ He definitely was a victim of abuse and a lot of people refuse to see that and just hate him. Team Danganronpa should’ve given him a redemption arc where he realized his sister abused him and changed.
Gonta Gokuhara
♡ I love his design except for his suit. Also he’s so cute and naive. I cried for his trail.
✘ No need talk like caveman. Better way to do this.
Kokichi Ouma
♡ Like Nagito, I value his intelligence and crazy cunning.
✘ Shouldn't have died. Also shouldn’t have manipulated Gonta. That was just cruel.
Miu Iruma
♡ She has her hilarious moments and her death surprised me and was sad.
✘ Sometimes she lacks basic empathy, i.e. calling Tenko “Tencrotch” when she just fucking died.
Maki Harukawa
♡ Amazing character development. Didn’t see her surviving until the end at the start. Also her love and passion for Kaito.
✘ “Do you wanna die?” gets old.
Kaito Momota
♡ Just the overall best bro you could ever have.
✘ Has some toxic masculinity issues and anger issues.
K1-B0
♡ Pretty much everything about him. His design, his attitude and personality, especially how amazing and cool he is chapter 5 onward, his execution made me so sad. He’s so innocent and funny without trying.
✘ When you do his free time events he’s very arrogant and just talks about himself a lot... it seems odd and not similar to the Kiibo we see throughout the game.
Himiko Yumeno
♡ Super cute design, love her voice and “Nyeh...” and her sprites. Her character development is great as well.
✘ Why did they take so long to make her important and likable?
Tsumugi Shirogane
♡ An excellent and well hidden reveal
✘ I hate her. So annoying, from the voice to the references and her personality.
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Hi!
I love your content, your love for TimSteph, and I was actually going to ask what you love so much about them. I, for extra credit for English, decided to write an analysis of Stephanie (and why I love her so much), but I just got into comics, and cannot really put my feelings for her in words ... which is odd, considering how much I love her and writing. Also, I was going to do a section on why TimSteph is narrative genius, and I needed help elaborating on that too.
Could you help me out, please? Thanks!
(I feel the need to mention that I have read quite a lot of comics with Stephanie in them, though not all. I'm not much of a comic book fan, but I'm really interested in the Batfamily!)
I'll be very happy to write out bullet points that you could talk about, and feel free to go through my ask and I'll babble/TimSteph meta tags for anything that you think may be worth discussing in your own words - there's like four or so years of stuff there to spark your brain.
HOWEVER!!!! Keep in mind though that much of what I have written is half based on textual evidence and half me just writing what I like/wish would crop up in canon.
For example, yes I like to draw comparisons between Tim being cold and Steph being warm, moon and sun and so on, but there's genuinely nothing in text to hint as this being an actual character trait or symbolism. If anything Tim's stated to be warm several times, more than Steph.
So, and I am sorry to be so blunt, but if I take your request in bad faith for a moment, don't use either directly or indirectly what I've written for your work. Especially without actually going and reading the arcs I talk about. A lot of the time it doesn't hold up under genuine textual scrutiny, and we want to be good academics here! There's Death of the Author and then there's me making crap up because I want to include it in a fanfic. Not the same thing! My blog is called IncoherentBabblings for a reason after all!
I will therefore say this: If you want to write about Steph as a character, I would use the below video as a point of reference. Using the below, you can then go into why she resonates with you the way she does, or why her relationship with Tim is so interesting to you.
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If I were you: focus on her dynamic character development: cynical to idealistic. And use three points in her publication history to do this: her introduction in Detective Comics, War Games, and Batgirl. I am sorry to recommend War Games as something to read but it is important to her character. Use the Stephanie Brown Wiki to help!
That lends itself to a biography of her character, a look at her motivations and values, her role within the batfam, and so on. You can also use this to make comparisons with her peers, specifically Tim moving in the exact opposite direction development wise; Babs and Cass in their approaches to Batgirl; and the other Robins through her similar character progression as Dick, which in turn allows her to be a good mentor to Damian, and finally how her character arc runs perpendicular to Jason's. Does that make sense?
Anyway, let's get going! If I were to write an academic piece on Stephanie, these are the main points I would work through. In other words, this is what I would do. You probably will not need nor want to go into this level of depth, and you will want to make it much more personal about why she resonates with you, which may be different to why I love her. So don't worry about touching base with all of them. This is like... 10,000 word essay level stuff. And don't get overwhelmed. I've taken your request far too seriously is all.
Again, I can't write it for you! You gotta do the reading and writing I'm afraid.
...But I still wrote 1,500 words anyway. Gosh darnnit.
Steph’s Character Development
Always keep three points in her character history in mind – her aged 14/15 in her introductory arc in Detective Comics, her aged 16 in War Games, and her aged 18/19 in her Batgirl run.
How does she change? How does she grow as a character? What events caused these changes? Compare that angry 14-year-old trying to choke her father, to the 19-year-old crying happily on the roof. A lot happened between those two points! Outline the main plot beats.
Steph's Role as a Batfam Character:
Protagonist or Antagonist: Supporting Protagonist
Static or Dynamic: Dynamic (think of her character development - angry to alturistic; she softens in her life outlook and in the way she treats others as the years go by)
Minor or Major: Minor and we all mourn that fact :(
Foil or Symbolic: A foil to Tim Drake (and to a lesser extent the other Robins, specifically Jason Todd)
Importance of the character/Position in Society: Fourth Robin, third Batgirl, own superhero. Tim's girlfriend, Cassandra's best friend, one of many of Bruce's 'children'. Initially introduced just as a one-off character for a small arc in Detective Comics, brought back with the intention of being a supporting character to Tim Drake, and eventual love interest. Eventually gained enough popularity on her own terms to support her own solo comic, but has since returned to a supporting role. The character she supports, at the end of the day, is Bruce Wayne.
Motivation
What influences their decisions?: Stephanie's dynamic characterisation comes in here. Compare her motivations during her introductory arc, versus why she does what she does in War Games, versus why she dresses up at Batgirl - Stopping her father, getting Batman's approval, need for redemption.
What do they value?: Values emotional openness, vulnerability, second/third/fourth chances.
Goals/Hopes/Dreams: No long term goals/hopes/dreams in the domestic sense... Continue to be vigilante. Be respected by her peers. Continue to improve self worth through deeds. Graduate college?
What are their views: Views the justice system and police as corrupt, but still trusts in the inherent goodness of people. Focus is usually on the individual, rather than societal or structural.
Actions
Behaviour, Attitudes, Impact on Story and other Characters, Internal Struggle (Wants versus Needs): This is why I think you are best to look at three points in her story - Intro Arc, War Games, Batgirl. Focus on her Wants versus Needs - Steph's take a very long time to align, but they finally do in Batgirl.
Character development is usually driven by the conflict between what a character wants. The plot forces them normally to confront the fact that what they want is not gonna work out, and what they needed instead takes priority.
Everything usually goes tits up for Steph when she is in the driver's seat of the narrative because what she wants from a situation is rarely what she actually needs to happen. See every time she seeks Bruce's approval. She wants it. She absolutely does not need it. And only as Batgirl do we get that acknowledgement, which coincides with her being at the healthiest point in her life emotionally. Look at what she wants as Spoiler during her introductory arc, as Robin/Spoiler during War Games, and then as Batgirl. Why is she so unhappy in the former two? Why have her wants finally aligned with her needs with her time as Batgirl?
Character Traits
Personality: Cynical but perky. Sardonic but sincere. Think about how she changes over the time. This can be attributed to her different writers, but - for example - is there a universe reason for why Batgirl Stephanie is so much more socially awkward than Spoiler Stephanie?
Strengths & Weaknesses: Link these two together because Steph is a very good example where her strengths as a character can simultaneously be a weakness. Her determination can lead to her making ill conceived decisions. Her empathy can lead to her putting her trust in the wrong people. Her forgiving nature can lead to her being taken advantage of. Her temper, whilst landing her in hot water, can also just as often get her out of it.
Relationships
How do they interact with others: Focus on which characters pop up in all three arcs – Steph and her parents; Steph and Bruce; Steph and Tim. I am chucking Cass out the window here, sorry Cass, but if you’re focusing on these three arcs, Cass doesn’t really fit in.
How others view them: Conditional love/affection from her father and Bruce. Unconditional love/affection from Tim and her mother (though both are not without serious pitfalls).
How they view others: Stephanie has explicitly never loved her father. She has also never explicitly hated him either. What does that say about her? Look at her changing closeness with her mother. What changed between them, and again, what does that say about Stephanie? Crystal got sober, supported Stephanie through her pregnancy, Arthur was removed from their lives, Stephanie makes a conscious effort to be closer to her after returning ‘from the dead’, though continues to lie consistently to her. Stephanie admires Bruce, whilst also right from the get go insisting she does not answer to him. She never quite lets go of wanting that approval.
How does society view them: Her outsider role within the Batfam. She never quite belongs, and at points her closest relationships are actively discouraged from seeing her. Which Tim specifically never entertains. This outsider nature bites literally everyone in the butt during War Games. Her outsider status is still in place by the time Batgirl concludes, due to its largely self-contained nature as a book, but this is less being an outsider more having earned to right to operate independently. Trust has been given and earned.
Dialogue
What does she say and how: A teenage girl in New Jersey from a working class background has a very distinct voice. She does not mince words, nor does she hide what she is feeling. If she is happy, she will say so. If she is annoyed, she will say so. What she won’t do is ask for help when she needs it, due to her background formulating a need for her ‘to do things on her own’.
Think of famous/important Steph quotes from the three arcs I keep talking about – the excuse me if I don’t jump when you bark, the I really was part of the legend, the only variable you can control is yourself. These show how Steph views others and herself.
When I was writing I Would Have Loved You, I literally made a spreadsheet where I have picked out what I think are pertinent quotes from every New 52 issue featuring Tim or Steph along with a synopsis that explained what they were up to/what the main theme of the issue was. Not saying you should do the same because I’m just that goddamn anal when it comes to this sort of stuff, but the point is – look for quotes by/about Steph which highlight the above things we’ve talked about. You have thirty years to go through!
Author Intention
What purpose does this character serve?: A character that young female readers could get attached to – the every girl/girl next door archetype or a character that young boys could have a crush on – the kind of girl who’s into the same sort of stuff as you, I think Chuck Dixon once said of her, from her initial appearance. Fodder for Bruce and Tim’s man pain in War Games. Batgirl it’s a combination of filling the void for a female lead solo character in the batbooks, but also tonally taking on a much lighter and self-contained book that new readers could jump into very easily, directly compared to the more lore heavy Batman, Detective Comics, and Red Robin books.
What is the author trying to communicate: Steph’s character shows that determination can only get a person so far, a support system and doing things for the right reasons (again remember that want versus need argument) is the only way a person will genuinely succeed.
What is her main theme?: Balancing cynicism and idealism – doing acts for the right reasons, and discovering what these reasons actually are.
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Is this even usable for anyone but myself? Possibly not!
Still... Go write! And good luck!
#ask and i'll babble#stephanie brown#tim drake#timsteph#dc#anon i am sorry if i misconstrued your intentions#but i hope if nothing else this helps you verbalise why you like steph and timsteph by extension#good luck for your writing!
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A Supernaturally Marvelous Fic Challenge
Calling all Supernatural and Marvel fanfic writers!
I don’t know about y’all, but writer’s block and lack of motivation have hit me harder than ever this year. It’s no secret that 2020 has been a giant crap show for a lot of people, but our precious fics and fandoms can be such a great escape from it all. In an attempt to spread some inspiration and feel good vibes, I wanted to make my follower celebration something that might help both writers and readers.
Below you’ll find all sorts of prompts (dialogue, songs, AUs, etc.) because you never know what might inspire you. Since we’ve all had a tough year, there’s a catch! You’ve got to give it a happy ending.
Make it fun. Make it sassy. Make it steamy. But for the love of ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY please wrap it up nicely with good things and a “fluffy” bow. Cool? Cool.
Now, on to the rest:
This is my follower celebration for both blogs, so please consider following @carryonmywaywardcaptain, @carryoncaptainrogers, or both!
As you may have guessed from the title, prompts can be written for Supernatural or Marvel (extra love and virtual hugs if you choose to write about Dean Winchester or Steve Rogers because they are the loves of my life. But there’s still plenty of love for the rest of the Avengers & TFW!)
Angst, smut, crack, and fluff are all welcome, but remember to give it a fluffy/positive ending and tag the warnings accordingly (Please steer clear of smut if you’re under 18. Stay young and innocent, babes.)
No limit to how many people sign up for each prompt. Feel free to combine prompts or even combine fandoms in a crossover! Whatever gets your creative juices flowing.
Send an ask with the prompt you want to do and the pairing you’re planning to write (life gets busy, so I’ll do a reminder post before the deadline if it’s helpful for you!). Reader inserts or OCs are both fine.
Tag me in the A/N and use the hashtag #supernaturally marvelous fic challenge by December 20th January 31st. If you’re garbage at deadlines like me, I’m super flexible and won’t hold it against you if you get it done later! I’ll reblog SPN fics on this blog and Marvel pairings over on @carryoncaptainrogers so your fics are seen by the fans who need them most :)
Got another idea you want to write and/or read about? Shoot me an ask and maybe I can add it to the mix!
Make sure to check back once in a while in case more prompts are suggested and added! Without further ado (oof, this is long!):
Some song ideas:
“Boss’s Daughter”- Pop Evil
“Night Moves”- Bob Seger
“It’s Been a Long, Long Time”- Harry James
“I Won’t Say (I’m in Love)”- yes, from Hercules
“Hold You in My Arms”- Ray Lamontagne
“Better Man”- James Morrison
“Perfect for Me”- Justin Timberlake
“When We Were Young”- Adele
“Holding Out For a Hero”- Ella Mae Bowen’s version
“Come Around”- Papa Roach
“From Eden”- Hozier
“To the Man Who Let Her Go”- Tyler Shaw
“What If I Stay”- Chris Young
“Drift Off to Dream”- Travis Tritt
“Take Your Time”- Sam Hunt
“T-Shirt”- Thomas Rhett
“Not Strong Enough”- Apocalyptica, Brent Smith
“What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?”- Lee Ann Womack
“Right Where You Want Me” or “Better With You”- Jesse McCartney (because I love them both and just couldn’t choose lol)
Feel free to suggest songs from the shows/movies! I know the above are random. I tried to have some variety.
AUs, Tropes, etc.:
*gasp* And there was only one bed… (Bed sharing)
Confessing FEELINGS (or “everyone conspiring to make them confess their feelings already”)
Neighbors
At a concert
Fake relationship for some event/case
Royal/Medieval
Soulmates
A/B/O
Friends/Enemies/Strangers to lovers
Comforting the other person
Dialogue prompts:
“I didn’t mean to turn you on.” “Well, it’s a little late for that!”
"Stop telling me you’re okay.”
“Can you please come and get me?”
“Sometimes you can be a real dumbass, you know that?”
“Because I care about you!”
“I’m right here. I’ve got you.”
“Who did this to you?”
“Well...what if I go with you?”
“Give me a chance to change your mind.”
“Plot twist!” “Screaming ‘plot twist’ doesn’t make this suck any less.”
“What did I say?” “You told me to stay out of trouble.” “And what did you do?” “The opposite of that, obviously.”
“You can do so much better than him. I wish there was some way I could make you believe that.”
“Not enough? You’re...everything.”
“Well this was fun... Let’s never do it again.”
“I need you to do something for me. You owe me a no-questions-asked.”
“Don’t look at me like that! You know what it does to me.”
“Wait! Just...take me instead.”
“You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”
“I can’t stay away from you. I’m tired of trying.”
“Have you seen you? You’re like a damn dreamboat.”
Random things my kiddos at school have said:
“Hey Mrs. America! Mrs. Captain America.”
“You know what your problem is? DAT attitude.”
“How did it taste?” “Like disappointment.”
“Do we got a fucking problem?”
“When am I not wearing my sassy pants?”
“Words are hard.”
“I’ve been screaming internally my entire life.”
“Can I jump over the fence?” “No, but thank you for asking.”
“That’s not very cash money of you.” “...I don’t know what that means.” “That’s okay. I just felt like saying it.”
“What do you call a blind dinosaur?” “Dead.” [P.S. the answer is Do-you-think-he-saw-rus]
Shenanigan ideas:
Karaoke night at a bar
Thanksgiving dinner
Christmas lights
Slow dancing
Prank War
Ice skating
Mistletoe
Ugly sweater party
Gift exchange
Creating/sharing holiday traditions
Please reblog or tag your favs who might be looking for a little extra inspiration!
CarryOnCap Crew (Forevers):
@abswritesfandoms @amanda-teaches @cosicas-cuquis @crist1216 @droidyouseek @emoryhemsworth @ericaprice2008 @flawless-disaster @janeyboo @jenn0755 @ksgeekgirl @maresmiley @memyselfandmaddox @notyourtypicalrose @randomparanoid @rynabarnesrogers @sandlee44 @scarletsoldierrr @shann-the-artist-moon @sheerioasteroidpanda @shynara51 @someday-when-you-leave-me @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan @thisismysecrethappyplace @torntaltos @waywardbaby @waywardrose13 @weebid @whimsicalrobots @wintersoldierbaby @wintersoldierissucharide @yesfanficsaremylife
Cap’s Marvel Crew:
@amoonagedaydreamer @bangtan-serendipity @bubbabarnes @lilacs-with-lavender @msgreenverse @nomadstevergxrs @palaiasaurus64 @scarlettsoldier @selina-kyle89 @smokeandnailz @troublermalik @twittytelly @valkirsif
Cap’s SPN Crew:
@adoptdontshoppets @akshi8278 @alexwinchester23 @bi-danvers0 @deangirl7695 @dean-winchesters-bacon @fandomoniumflurry @pisces-cutie @supernaturalenchanted @superromijn @waywardnerd67 @x-waywardaf-x
Other amazing writers came to mind in case you’re interested in participating, feeling inspired to bless us with more of your beautiful work, or wouldn’t mind reblogging/tagging other writers (Please forgive me for spamming you!):
@luci-in-trenchcoats @supernatural-jackles @evansrogerskitten @cajunquandary @after-avenging-hours @fvckingavengers @mywritingsblog @bitsandbobsandstuff @prettyyoungtragedy @kittenofdoomage @angelkurenai @impala-dreamer @redgillan @gaybybirth @invisibleanonymousmonsters @221bshrlocked @sgtjbuccky @captainrogerss @katymacsupernatural @buckyofthemyscira @captain-rogers-beard-mainblog @dancingalone21 @atc74 @smol-and-grumpy @hannahindie @kdfrqqg @sis-tafics @idreamofplaid @deanssweetheart23 @because-imma-lady-assface @covered-byroses @captain-kelli @heli0s-writes @deanwinchesterswitch @roonyxx @jay-and-dean @ladywinchester1967 @spnfanficpond
#supernaturally marvelous fic challenge#CarryOnCap's fic writing challenge#fic writing challenge#follower celebration#marvel fanfiction#spn fanfiction#supernatural fanfiction#fanfic writing prompts#fanfic writing challenge#fluff#dean winchester x reader#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x reader#sam winchester x reader#supernatural reader insert#spn reader insert#marvel reader insert
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Sink Or Swim
tag list: @cleocc @feeling-kinda-so-so @hopelessromanticvirgo @dreamy-slytherin @adora8 @lockerfivethreefive @painfully-oblivious @poeticinemaa @jjustonemorething @sassy-sara @wedarkacademia @coolguyssyndrome @hischbabe @suckerforsobbe @tayspots @starmansander @theah0lt @zoenneforever @invisibleme @chibibanane @odi-et-amo85
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Monday, 12:52
Song: Haux - Touch
Jens is distracted. He’s been distracted, all throughout lunch, and he’s simply hoping the others haven’t noticed.
The problem, the very simple problem, is that Lucas is simultaneously much too close and much too far. He’s sitting, of course, right next to Jens. Closer than they would have, before, thighs pressed together, elbows and shoulders bumping when they move. Every brush and slide and nudge sets his skin on fire, while Lucas remains as cool as ever, barely reacting under Jens’s pleading gaze other than to bite down a smile. He isn’t sure how the boys haven’t noticed. Robbe is giving him a few strange looks, here and there, but he’s sure that’s because his other leg, the one not pressed to Lucas’s, is bouncing under the table irritatingly enough to knock into Robbe’s on occasion, and it would be impossible for his friend not to notice his jitters. He’s just glad it’s Robbe, who at least won’t ask in front of the others, leaving Jens with the surety that he’s still safe for now.
He won’t be, for long, if Lucas keeps going on the way he is. He’s not even doing anything particularly special—he just knows what he’s doing to Jens while simultaneously refusing to do anything about it.
It’s driving him crazy. Every dance of Lucas’s fingertips over his wrist, the back of his hand. Every hushed laugh, bitten-down smile, that draw attention to his lips, makes him crazy.
It’s been bad enough, over the past few days, trying to figure himself out. He thinks it’s pretty clear by now. He’d even managed to say it out loud, to Lucas, kind of. That he’s bisexual. At least, he thinks he is.
He hasn’t liked thinking about it much.
There’s a difference, in thinking about that, whether he’s attracted to boys and what that means in regards to his sexuality, and in thinking about Lucas. He loves thinking about Lucas. He can (does) spend the whole day thinking about Lucas.
There’s a difference, too, in thinking about Lucas in the safe confines of his bedroom or in Lucas’s own presence, and in thinking about Lucas at school, surrounded by his best friends. There’s a difference in thinking about Lucas when he has nothing else to do and when he really shouldn’t be.
It’s impossible to stop. Lucas is too close, Jens’s thoughts already too full, his desire already too strong. He needs to get it out of his system, somehow. He at least needs to get Lucas to notice.
This is all that motivates him to let his hand drop onto his leg under the table, only to slowly slip over and settle on Lucas’s thigh.
The reaction is instant. Lucas stiffens up next to him, spine straightening. He manages to control his outward reaction beyond that, however. He doesn’t shift away, and he checks to make sure the others aren’t looking before glancing at Jens sharply, brows raised in question. Jens merely squeezes his thigh in response. The gesture is questioning, urging, but also casual. A gentle reassurance, an intimate reminder. They haven’t actually gotten a chance to be alone together, yet. They’ve been texting all weekend, and they’d been texting this morning, but Jens hasn’t gotten a chance to kiss him since Saturday. It’s frustrating, but also worrying. Jens had felt the deep-rooted fear in his chest when he’d first seen Lucas this morning, and while it had mostly dissipated at the other’s shy smile, it lingers.
He can’t be sure if Lucas feels it too, but he feels the need to offer this all the same. To remind Lucas that even though they can’t act on it right now, it hasn’t disappeared.
It’s also a silent plead to disappear somewhere with him so that they may act on it. Just for a moment.
Lucas answers by resting his hand on top of Jens’s and twining their fingers.
“Hey, Jens, what do you think?” Aaron drags him out of it, leaving Jens snapping his gaze over to him with a questioning hum. “Moyo and Noor.”
“Dude, seriously,” Moyo complains, with a pointed glance at Robbe that Jens doesn’t quite buy.
Robbe doesn’t seem to, either. “Hey, don’t look at me. I’m sure she’d be happier with what you can give her than what I did.”
Jens waggles his brows. “I’m sure that’s very true. Why, are you interested in Noor?”
Moyo looks between them for a moment before dropping his gaze down to where he picks at his lunch, shrugging.
“Noor’s actually really cool,” Lucas offers. “From what I could tell, at least. It’s even nice that you get along well. I’m sure she appreciates being more involved in the group still.”
That brings a faint smile to Moyo’s lips, and he nods approvingly—gratefully—and Jens marvels at the switch, at how easily Lucas had made it. “Exactly,” Moyo agrees. “And she’s actually really into dance, she was talking about hooking us up with a few more showcases, if any of you are interested. It’s a mixed performance next, I think.”
“Am I ever going to actually see you dance? When you’re not half-drunk at a party, I mean.” Lucas asks, tilting his head curiously, and Moyo presses his hands to the table and sits up straight, pointing at him.
“Free show after school, just for you baby,” Moyo says, blowing an exaggerated kiss, which Lucas ‘catches’ and smacks to his chest, leaving the other’s laughing. It’s enough to shift the conversation on, Robbe casually asking what their actual plans are after school and Aaron seeming to forget his previous agenda. Jens doesn’t miss the small, grateful smile Moyo shoots Lucas, however, or the easy one Lucas grants back.
Jens grips his thigh tighter and begs him to get the point.
Lucas runs his thumb over his knuckles, and the touch fails to soothe Jens in the slightest. He needs more. He needs to be somewhere else, somewhere the others won’t see, where Robbe can’t simply look over and see their entwined hands. If he can’t be given that, then he needs to be put out of his misery.
He’s relieved when Lucas suddenly—but casually—stands, collecting his things and beginning to shove them into his bag. Aaron is the one to look at him and ask where he’s going, and Lucas has an explanation ready.
“Bathroom.”
“And you’re not coming back?” Moyo raises a brow.
“No, I have a quiz next and I want to go ask him a few questions first. I can’t fail it, I’m already on a curfew, remember?” He raises his brows right back, and Jens is very, very attracted to him.
It works, making the boys snicker and Robbe wish him good luck, before he’s off with a lingering glance at Jens. Jens can’t get up right away, he knows that, no matter how much he wants to. That would be too obvious. He’s already wracking his brain for an excuse, trying to find something believable and unquestionable—something that won’t come back to bite him.
He scrolls mindlessly back and forth on his phone to kill a little time, even as his leg resumes its bouncing and Robbe gives him another look. The others talk quietly amongst themselves, Moyo still picking at his lunch and Robbe letting out the occasional giggle, having been brighter again this past week.
Jens gives them five minutes before raising a hand to his head with an exasperated groan. “Fuck, I gotta go too.”
“What?” Robbe turns to him, brows furrowed. “What for?”
“I forgot my dad wants me to talk to Beckers about extra credit.”
Moyo squints at him. “Can you even get extra credit in math?”
“Fuck if I know, man, I’m just trying to keep the peace,” Jens shrugs, already climbing to his feet. This could be easily brushed off later, because the boys would never ask Beckers or his dad, meaning there was no one to refute him. The boys accept it with a few disappointed shrugs and nods and Jens give them a quick wave before turning towards the school, in the direction Lucas had gone.
Then he realises he has no idea where Lucas actually went.
He curses as he walks through the main hallway, heading in the general direction of the bathrooms as he slips his phone back out of his pocket. He pulls up Lucas’s contact, beginning to write a short message when he’s pulled suddenly into an empty classroom.
Well, empty but for Lucas.
Jens grins and quickly shuts the door behind him, barely letting it click closed before he’s grabbing Lucas and guiding him into a kiss. Lucas lets out a small noise of surprise and Jens’s grin merely widens, his hands moving to the back of Lucas’s neck and attempting to pull him closer.
Lucas laughs against his lips, but it doesn’t sound right. There are too many nerves in it, and he leans away from Jens and presses a hand to his chest to keep him in place. “Woah, what if someone sees us?”
Jens looks back at the tiny window in the door, and the rest of the solid wall, and then back at Lucas with a raised brow. “How? Through the peephole?”
“Anyone could come in,” Lucas points out.
Jens slides his hands down Lucas’s arms and eventually settles them on his waist, shrugging. “But they probably won’t.”
“Probably?”
Jens hums. “Most people don’t want to spend the last half hour of their lunch break in a classroom. Unless you were expecting someone else…” Jens raises a brow.
Lucas rolls his eyes, but he twines his arms around Jens’s neck, so Jens thinks they’re probably moving in the right direction. “I just don’t know if a classroom is the best place.”
“You were the one that dragged me in here,” Jens points out.
“Yeah, but I thought you might...know somewhere more private, or something.”
“Oh? What did you have planned?” Jens teases.
It has the magical effect of making Lucas blush and roll his eyes, but he still seems uncharacteristically shy.
Jens leans in to brush their noses together softly, only smiling when Lucas does. “Sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have just kissed you. We don’t have to do anything here. We don’t have to do anything anytime you don’t want to.”
Before Jens can begin to worry that that’s never, Lucas is smiling and squeezing the back of his neck and drawing him into another quick kiss. Too quick. “I can see you freaking out in there. I hope you aren’t thinking something stupid, like I don’t want to kiss you twenty-four-seven, given the option.”
“Wow, you’ve got it so bad,” Jens murmurs, but his grin is pressed right up to Lucas’s, and Lucas’s huff of laughter gets lost in his mouth, and Jens isn’t dumb enough to think he’s any better.
“Are you really sure this is okay?” Lucas asks lowly, when Jens is pretty sure that he’s already made it clear that this is more than okay. By now, Lucas has hoisted himself up onto a desk and drawn Jens in to stand between his legs, and it feels a little late to be not-okay with how things are going.
Jens presses a kiss to his jaw, trailing his hands down his spine to the small of his back. “More than okay,” he promises. “Is it okay with you?”
“It doesn’t matter about me. I just don’t want anything to get to your friends before you tell them yourself.”
“It does matter about you,” Jens frowns.
“No one knows me anyway. It’s not the same thing.”
“Maybe it’s not the same, but it matters,” Jens says simply, bumping their foreheads. “If you’re uncomfortable, just tell me.”
Jens would understand, if that’s the case. He’s acting brave, but truthfully, it terrifies him too. The thought of someone seeing them, of anyone knowing, is just a little too much to think about yet. He isn’t quite ready. He hasn’t fully wrapped his head around it himself. The bitten rawness of Lucas’s lip suggests he’s struggling much the same.
The only thing making it simple for Jens is the clear knowledge that the idea of losing Lucas scares him more.
Lucas eventually shakes his head, and now the only thing he’s biting down is a smile as he leans in towards Jens again and Jens meets him gladly, heart easing. He’s getting ridiculously used to kissing Lucas, already. He supposes that’s due to the fact that, though their practice times have been continuously cut short, they are usually packed tight. He’s had more than enough time to adjust, really. He has spent even more time thinking about it.
“We can’t do this everyday, though,” Lucas points out, and it’s rather a mood-killer after he’d just had his tongue in Jens’s mouth. “That would make it very obvious very quickly.”
Jens blows out a breath. “I guess we’re going to have to find other ways, then.”
Lucas smiles. “What do you have in mind?”
Jens shrugs, feeling uncharacteristically shy. “Do you want to...go on a date? I mean is that—are you interested in that kind of thing?”
He is surprised when Lucas ducks his head and colour creeps back into his cheeks as he slowly lifts his shoulders towards his ears, then lowers them with an abrupt drop. “I’ve never been on a date before.”
Jens leans his head back to blink at him. “Seriously?”
Lucas’s smile is bashful. “What were you expecting? I told you, you’re the first guy I’ve been with. Are you really that surprised?”
“Just,” Jens shakes his head, amazed. “A guy like you, and no one has ever tried to woo you.”
Lucas snorts. “A guy like me?”
Jens hums, drawing him into another kiss, one that lasts much longer than initially intended. “Beautiful. Smart. Funny. Prince Charming.”
He’s rewarded with a scoff and then another kiss, this too with too much teeth, grins too wide to keep it clean. “Girls have tried,” Lucas admits. “At least, I think. But they’ve never succeeded.”
“For obvious reasons,” Jens raises a brow. “You know, this is just as confusing as you being the new student for a week and not having half the school fawning over you. You really didn’t meet any poor guy in that first week to steal a friendship out of?”
Lucas hums. “I did, actually. You might know him. Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, pretty. One of those skater dorks. He does these vlogs, and he’s kinda dumb, but he’s extra pretty with makeup, so—“
Jens presses a hand over his mouth to cut him off, and Lucas laughs, pressing a gentle kiss to his palm. His eyes are sparkling. Jens spends much too long looking into them with a softening heart and a quickening pulse. He lets his hand slide away slowly and instantly replaces it with his lips, rejoicing at how easily and readily Lucas responds, curling his fingers into Jens’s hair and tilting his head for a better angle.
Jens knows they should talk more. That they probably have things to discuss in a lot more depth than they’ve bothered to so far. It’s just hard to think about talking with the small hums Lucas makes low in his throat and the heat pooling in Jens’s stomach. He could talk and listen to Lucas all day, but he already knows this. He has only recently discovered just how gladly he would kiss him all day, instead, and he feels safe enough for now in taking full advantage of it.
But it can’t truly last forever.
“We’re gonna have to go to class in five minutes,” he sighs, regretfully pulling back a few inches, leaving Lucas tugging at his hair with a tiny whine of protest. “And I need a few minutes before it’s gonna be suitable for me to walk out in public.”
Jens raises a brow, pointedly, and Lucas’s eyes widen, surprised, and then he starts laughing, low and throaty as he tucks his face into Jens’s neck.
“Dumbass,” he chastises. Then, after a moment, “Me too.”
Jens snorts and presses a kiss to his hair.
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Booked (pt.2)
Summary: you decided to go grocery shopping since the amount of people in your house significantly grew and diego keeps you company. after that crazy hargreeves family prompts you for a beach trip?
Warnings: gender-neutral reader
Wordcount: 2.1k
A/N: this fic is making me feel things, i cant quite place it. like... whenever i write it i feel weirdly at home?? idk :D feel free to share your thoughts either in tags or comments! its Very appreciated and motivating, actually! have a lovely day! <3
part one can be found here!
“Okay but if we kill them, nobody will have any questions, will they? We just bought a house and they moved somewhere far away!” was the first thing you heard, as you have awakened from your “nap”, deciding to keep your eyes shut just for a moment longer, not to lose it again.
“Five!” seems like everyone else said that in unison, grunting and groaning.
Okay, they don’t want to kill you. That’s great. You think it’s safe to open your eyes now.
You were laying on the king-sized bed upstairs, all siblings huddled up around you, watching intensely.
All the chatter between them came to a stop when they noticed that you woke up.
“So.. you’re like all superheroes or something?” you said tiredly, despite feeling rested.
Your mind still felt fuzzy from that info, hearing about such thing only from the tv series or sci-fi genres.
“Guess so,” Luther piped up, shrugging his massive shoulders and offering you a small smile.
Your eyes slowly drifted towards the kid standing by the frame of the bed, wearing a serious expression.
He sighed and frowned at you.
“To be clear, I’m not a kid and I’m actually older than all of you here. I’m a time traveller and I witnessed more in my life than any of you,” his passive-aggressiveness was directed at you, but by the choice of words it felt like he was talking to everyone who was present in the room, “There’s going to be an apocalypse by the end of the summer and our job is to stop it. We failed once, but we won’t fail twice. We rented this house, thinking it would be a good place where we can practise our powers without anyone interfering with us, so please,” his face turned into an exaggerated, wide smile, “don’t get in our way nor mention it to anybody. Thank you,” and as he finished his angry monologue, the blue colour filled the space around him as he disappeared in the thin air, right in front of your eyes.
Hm. Okay?
Only two seconds passed after that, when another sibling started talking to you.
“And I can talk with the dead!” he said happily, spreading his hands in the air like so monk preaching.
“We have a dead brother who’s named Ben and one day I will definitely let you two meet once I learn how to properly conjure him,” he concluded, very pleased with himself.
“Hi, Ben,” you just said with a warm smile on your face, somewhere into the air next to Klaus.
He literally cooed at your action, coming over to you and giving you a quick hug with a pat on the back.
“Okay, maybe we can reveal all our powers later, but let’s leave (y/n) to rest a bit, alright?” Allison proposed, rushing everyone out of the room and then just sparing you a wave and an apologetic smile, closing the doors and leaving you alone.
Maybe you can get used to all this madness. To this family.
You really rested after that.
A room had a roof-window, so laying on that bed allowed you to look up at the sky and lazy, white clouds that every so often rolled along with the blue background.
Soon enough you heard muffled chatter downstairs, this old house being absolutely the worst in being soundproof.
It all reminded you of simpler times, actually, no matter the crazy circumstances.
But enough was enough, and closer to the middle of the day you managed to get out of the bed and descend to the first floor by the wooden stairs, looking around.
Suddenly it seemed quiet.
You shrugged at that and just made your way towards the door, energetically jumping down the few stairs from the veranda and felt your feet hit the hard tartan surface.
Since it was six (plus one spiritually) more people than you were used to having in your home, you decided it was only logical for you to go and buy more food into the local store.
You almost reached the gate to go outside of your property as you heard some fast steps behind you, catching up to you.
When you turned around, you saw a man with longer hair and almost expression on his face.
“Uh... hey, you’re going somewhere?” he asked, brushing the back of his neck.
“To the market, why?” you asked, tilting your head sideways at him.
“Well.. don’t laugh, but I wanted to jog a little, but got concerned that I might get lost..” the end of his sentence was almost inaudible already as he lowered his voice, “so.. mind keeping me company?”
That kind of surprised you and as you slowly realised the meaning of the said words that came out of his mouth you bit the inside of your right cheek *hard*, just not to laugh.
What a silly guy. Getting lost in this hole?
But sure, why not keep him company.
“Be sure to catch up with me though,” you teased as you basically broke into the run, opening the gate and hopping straight onto your bike and starting pedalling really hard to get as far away from him, finally bursting out laughing at the significant distance.
“What?!” was the only thing you heard from him and then you felt the breeze from the hot summer air caressing your cheeks as you were passing your neighbours in the well-known road.
“You seem happier than usual today, darling!” some granny said to you from her garden and you just waved in reply with a huge grin plastered on your face.
After spending last years of your youth more or less alone, you couldn’t even phantom the thought of people your age living with you for the eternity of one summer.
You could never complain about a life you had here, it was all you ever wanted, but the connection with the people of the similar age to you was really lacking sometimes.
And the absolute joy that was washing over you right now was the witness.
You slowed your pace after some time, pretty soon being followed by jogging Diego, beads of sweat rolling down his muscular hands.
Your gaze lingered for a second longer than necessary and you quickly tore it away from him, a slight blush creeping on your cheeks as you now looked straight ahead of you at the road.
“I’m not the best runner, but also not the worst, hun,” he said between the breaths as you continued your ride/walk and you just smiled.
“Pretty decent, I’d say,” you finally stopped at the market’s “parking lot” where there were two spaces for cars and at least a dozen of handles for bikes.
You put yours into one of them, not even bothering to lock it. Everyone knows each other here and everyone knows you.
A young person in the village mostly consisted of people in retirement.
“Alright, what do we have here,” said Diego as he followed you into the store that reminded him of something out of the 70s, really old school design and brands that he never heard of before.
“Everything is mostly homemade here,” you answered, making your way towards the fridge with cold drinks, opening it and throwing him a cola can, “except these bad boys.”
“Hell yeah,” he smirked and then looked around, but his gaze kind of kept wandering back at you, while you were too busy picking the right type and amount of groceries.
Why would you live here all by your lonesome?
“So..” you finally heard him say, as you checked out and we’re both putting the groceries into the deep basket on your bike, “you seem pretty chill with us being.. abnormal.”
You briefly looked up at him when your fingers accidentally touched between the cans of soda and glasses of milk and then your hand moved the other way, eyes too.
“Well.. who’s to say what’s normal and what’s not in this world, honestly?” you jumped on your seat when you were done with loading and started your ride back.
“I know,” he agreed, jogging way less intensely now as your pace appeared much slower, “but seven siblings all having some weird shit powers is... kind of crazy, don’t you think?”
That made you nod, “Yes, of course. But still, I’m not too baffled about this. What are the odds that a village person like me would even get into a situation like this?” you asked rhetorically, gaze fixed on the rocky-sandy road ahead, “You should accept life as it is! Confusion and denial are a waste of time,” you concluded and extended your left hand as you were driving past an apple tree and managed to rip two fruits at the same time, offering one to Diego - all while still riding a bike.
“I have my superpowers too,” you laughed a little and winked at him, making him flustered as he tried to hide it by biting into his apple.
.
.
“What do we have here?” Klaus welcomed both of you at the entrance to the summer house, topless and in a skirt.
“We just bought some groceries since we’re capable of eating the whole fridge out in a day,” Diego deadpanned as he - despite your protests - unloaded your bike storage and went into the house to put the bags there, his arms showing extra muscle that’s normally hidden when his body is relaxed.
Your stare lingered for longer than necessary and Klaus *definitely* picked upon that.
“Darling, if you want to get Diego, be a bit more straightforward with him. He’s a dum-dum,” with the last word he knocked on his own head with a finger and rolled his eyes, giggling playfully afterwards and smacking you on the shoulder.
You defensively did the same, blushing and looking anywhere but at Diego nor Klaus.
Hmmmm, such interesting trees you’re having at your own garden all of the sudden.
“But hey, we’ve all decided that before we start training for the inevitable doom of us all, we would take a break for at least a few days and just go to the beach. When we were coming up we noticed the sea behind all the forests, like.. four kilometres from here?” he looked at you with question, “Have you ever been to the beaches there? Could you guide us?”
You gave it thought only for a brief second and then nodded with a confident smile.
“Sure! I haven’t been there in a year or two but the beaches are still the same, I bet,” you answered and put your hands on hips in a cool posture.
“Thank god!” he impulsively hugged you and let go that instant, “otherwise Five said he wouldn’t let you go with us,” he pouted and then sighed, making his way towards their rusty turquoise-ish car.
You followed him, his words piquing your interest.
“Why does he hate me so much? And why is his name Five?” you narrowed your eyes, plopping yourself on the front seat and sat sideways so you could look at Klaus while talking to him.
“Well, darling...” he started, animatedly throwing his arms in the air, “Five was always a strict man, especially after he came from the future, where he spent like billion years and now he’s 50 year old and always shoves this fact into our young baby faces,” he clearly complained and with annoyed expression continued, “and he’s Five because my name is “officially” Four, but Five was the only one of us who disappeared from the house before our dad even bothered to give us names instead of numbers,” he finished but then remembered and continued, “Actually, it was our AI robotic mom Grace who gave us names,” now he was finished, from somewhere materialising a bottle in his hand and taking a sip from it.
“Anyways, beach trip, babeyyyy!”
“Huh..” you just blinked a few times at him as you heard a hoard of different voices going your way.
You wanted to get out of the car to let them sit however they wanted - you were the odd one out after all - but then they all hoarded in there so quickly that you couldn’t even react, being left in the front seat.
Driver’s seat next to you was empty for now.
As you looked back, Klaus was sitting right behind you, next to him Vanya and on the other side Diego, looking out the window.
Behind them was supposed to be a storage area but they apparently turned it into some diy seats as well, Luther and Allison sitting there, not minding the small space.
Soon the blue sort-of-teleport appeared next to you at the driver’s place and Five briefly threw his gaze at you, swiftly starting the car.
The whole inside of the vehicle roared and you were on your way towards the beach, with you as a main gps they had.
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@thatawfulsnapeboy asked for a war-free HP universe: James takes Harry and Severus to the park and a woman makes a passing remark about how calm and well behaved his first son is (Harry is running around madly looking adorable) and it makes James thinks on how transparent Sev is trying to be all the time.
(She actually sent me two prompts and, since I want to write both, I’m keeping the ask until I fulfil the other one.)
Thanks so much! And sorry because I wrote it in November and, then, never seemed to find the right moment to proofread it. I really hope you’ll like it. It’s teeth-rotting fluff!
It can also be read on AO3.
At the Park
It was such a nice sunny day. James was enjoying the warmth on his face from his spot on the green bench. The children were playing nearby in the sandpit, where one could usually find the younger ones. Severus always chose to remain with Harry rather than make friends with the older boys. He was quite protective, to his son’s delight, and having him keep an eye on the toddler made these outings far calmer than they would have been otherwise. Harry was a bit of a handful, unable to stay still for longer than five minutes. On the other hand, Severus was patient and adapted easily to Harry’s rhythm, building castles he did not mind destroying again and again or playing tag among trees and bushes.
Shortly after they had arrived, a woman with twins just a little older than Severus sat down next to James. Her children had already run off towards the slide and she let out a weary sigh. She must have followed his gaze, because she remarked,
“Those two are your boys?”
He was startled by the question and, blinking, looked from the children to the woman and, then, back to the children. Severus had frozen. It was barely noticeable, but James knew he was listening in. He had never stopped to think about it —Lily and he had been improvising ever since Severus was brought to their home. And yet, there was only one possible answer.
“Yeah, they are.”
Harry, fed up with the older boy’s distracted demeanour, tackled him with a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Severus was startled enough that Harry overpowered him for a moment, staying on top of him. At least, he seemed to have forgotten the adults’ conversation.
“Ah, he’s a darling. Your older boy, that is. My son and daughter are the same age and, still, they don’t get along half the time.”
“Um, the age difference might actually help. Severus knows he’s got to be careful with Harry and indulges him a lot. Fights between siblings are to be expected, though,” replied James, thinking about the petty arguments Padfoot and he had got into when they were much younger.
“Indeed, but your son has the patience of a saint! Staying with his baby brother instead of running off to play. It’s lovely.”
James nodded, but something in that compliment did not sit right with him. It was true that Severus never protested going to the park and getting dragged into Harry’s games, even though he enjoyed himself more when he was brewing with Lily or playing chess. Thus, it would not have been strange if he had wandered around the park on his own or stayed in the swings after Harry had got bored of them —even if he had decided to pick up a fight with James. Yet, at the park, Severus was meeker than usual and always stayed close by. How these little details kept escaping his notice, James would have loved to know.
He stifled a sigh of his own and focused his attention back on the chatty woman and her small talk.
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James had taken them to an ice-cream parlour after the park, which was brilliant in Severus’s opinion. The man had insisted they both got two scoops each, so he had chosen chocolate and vanilla. Harry was making a mess of his single chocolate scoop and James’s attention was divided between eating and cleaning the toddler’s face. Severus ate his ice cream slowly, careful to take small bites.
���Harry, lad, you’ve got ice cream on your hair. How in Merlin’s name did you manage that?”
Harry giggled in response.
“Sorry, Daddy,” he said, grinning impishly.
The young father rolled his eyes at the obvious lack of remorse, but softened it with a fond smile. His smile stayed even when his gaze turned to Severus, startling him. Then, James winked complicitly and the boy could not help the way the corners of his mouth lifted a little bit. However, his tiny smile did not last long, withering as James cleared his throat a moment later. Before he could even think about it, his mind was trying to come up with ulterior motives for the unexpected treat.
“So, um… You hear what that woman said earlier? On the bench?
”Severus offered a cautious nod. He thought James had failed to notice his eavesdropping, but there was no reason he should get upset about it anyway. The adults had been talking about him and the woman had actually remarked on his good behaviour. His neighbours at Spinner’s End did not usually have such kind words to say about him, so he must have done something right and James should be happy. Desperately, he latched onto that thought.
“Great, so– No, Harry, you can’t use your hands to eat ice cream. With the spoon, like this.” James turned to look at him again, although always keeping an eye on his son. “Well, I was thinking… Perhaps you’d like to play with lads your age? You know you don’t need to stay with Harry all the time.”
“You… don’t want me to play with him?”
He bit his lip right away, cursing how pathetic he sounded. It was not as if he could not understand James’s feelings, but he had been living with them for a while and thought he had learnt what they approved of and what they did not. He had tried really hard to be good so that they would not regret taking him in and he had made sure to go the extra mile at the park so James could not find an excuse to leave him at home.He had to bit his lip harder to stop it from trembling.
“What? No, no. I really like that you two get along. I imagine it can get boring, though, and you never complain, so… Uh…”
James seemed unable to find the words, so Severus cut in very quickly.
“I like playing with Harry.”
His ears were burning and he took a spoon full of ice cream to his mouth in order to avoid James’s gaze.
“And that’s… That’s brilliant,” the man assured him. “However, if you want to play with the other lads or stay in the swings or the slide while Harry’s in the sandpit, you can, you know that, right? I trust you’ll be careful even if you’re not stuck by my side.”
Severus’s eyes snapped up upon hearing the last sentence. His chest felt hot as well —it was very similar, and also vastly different, from what Lily called ‘a panic attack.’ James was looking back at him in a very strange way.
“Sev not play with me?” came Harry’s sudden interruption, accompanied by a pout and a devastated expression.
Although Severus was very grateful for the distraction, his dry mouth would never have let him answer. Luckily, James reacted fast.
“Of course he’ll play with you, right?” The older boy managed to nod when James looked at him in confirmation. “He may want to make more friends, though, because he’s a big boy and big boys like to play other games sometimes.”
Harry’s pout remained, but he was starting to look more reluctant than rejected.
“Okay, but Sev is my friend and we make castles and play tag! And play with the ‘nitch and the koffle,” he said, as deadly serious as a child his age could.
“All right,” James agreed with a chuckle, tousling his son’s hair and making his smile wider. “We’d better get moving or we’ll never be in time for dinner.”
As they walked home, with Harry swinging hands between them, Severus could not help bringing the topic back up.
“James?” The man let out a sound that let him know he was listening. Severus gathered up his courage and soldiered on. “Can’t I stay with Harry like always? I don’t… I ain’t good at making friends,” he confessed in a mumble.
In fact, he had no clue why Harry even liked him —not that he could bring himself to ask that.
James did not answer right away, but shot him a long look.
“Of course you can, it was just a suggestion. I don’t want you to stop playing with him and neither does our little terror. I just think… It could be good for you, y’know? And, anyway, you can’t get any good at making friends if you don’t make a few tries first. Besides, you’ve heard Harry, you’ve already made a friend.”
The hot feeling travelled from his chest to his throat, forming a lump that only allowed him to jerk his head up and down a couple of times. He squeezed Harry’s hand and the toddler let go of his father’s hold abruptly to ask Severus to give him a piggyback ride.
“I don’t mind,” he said to James, because the man had sounded worried for him. And, as he crouched down to calm Harry’s excited shouting, he found he really didn’t.
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Is Dylan really Kieran? A Theory Dissection:
So I’ve taken the time to process everything that’s happened in the amazing season finale of Purple Hyacinth because I didn’t want to rush into posting about it and I really wanted to let my thoughts about it simmer for a bit. I also decided to reread the entire season over the course of a couple days to get the best idea of how it worked as a whole. Once again if you haven’t read this yet please do yourself a favour and check it out it’s really phenomenal.
I’ll probably make a few posts about PH over the next couple weeks as we wait for season 2. However I won’t post an analysis of the finale mainly because Lanxyuu already did an amazing job of that already. Check it out if you’ve got the time, it’s 10000 words of pure analytical gold. Writing about any of that would be redundant. That being said the first thing I’m gonna talk about is the whole ‘Is Kieran actually Dylan’ theory that’s the new hot thing in the fandom, mainly because I’ve received a lot of requests to discuss it and also because I feel like I can add my own points to the debate.
So let’s just get it out of the way: do I think Kieran is Dylan? As of right now the answer is no. I just don’t think we have enough evidence to prove it, and what’s there is more circumstantial. That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy theorizing about it. I’ve found that discussing and sharing theories and ideas is one of my favourite ways to interact with a fandom. So I’m gonna put all of the evidence that I’ve observed in the entire first season both in favour of and against this theory and show why I think we can’t say that Kieran is Dylan. I’m not telling you to not believe it. Believe what you want! Like I said it’s fun to do this. I’ve just been specifically asked my opinion and I want to be able to justify it through what I’ve seen in the comic itself.
For more of my posts about Purple Hyacinth check out my ‘ph posts’ tag!
So with all of that out of the way, let’s get started!
Evidence in favour of Kieran being Dylan:
One of the things I think most of us can agree on is that Dylan probably isn’t really dead. In general if I’m not shown a body, I don’t believe they’re dead. I’ve seen far too many movies and TV shows and have read far too many novels to be fooled by that. As of right now, in my head, Dylan is alive, or at least wasn’t killed in the bombing. So obviously if he isn’t dead then that frees him up to show up in the plot at some point or maybe he was there all along...?
This kind of ties into my next point: what happened to him then? His hat was found at the scene, so he must have lost it at some point before the explosion. This is all speculative, but he could have been snatched up by Tim and the driver in Lauren’s parents car. We heard Tim mention that children were in the car so it’s somewhat plausible that Dylan could have been kidnapped. Maybe he saw something suspicious and snooped around a bit which lead to him being snatched up or something. From there he’s tortured and broken and made into an assassin for the PS. Only he isn’t broken. He steels his resolve and does as he’s told because he’s now set on biding his time and getting revenge on those who robbed him of his life and humanity. It makes for a pretty compelling character arc.
The tragedy of his character arc could also be supplemented by the fact that when he was young, he wanted to be a doctor and save lives, but they made him into an assassin who takes lives. Brutally. Violently. Painfully. All of this would emphasize why he views himself as such a monster. The person he is now goes against everything the person he once was values. It’s this dichotomy that reinforces his ‘monster’ persona and allows him to justify this view of himself.
Another point is that this could explain why Kieran hesitated when he could have killed Lauren way back in episode 3. Of course he would hesitate to kill someone who was his close friend. Most of his murders were of people he either didn’t know or didn’t know very well. If he’d had a close friendship with her in childhood, it would obviously make him stop for a moment when he realizes who she is, just like he does in that episode. We even see Lauren say that if she knew why he hesitated then ‘everything would be different’. Obviously if she found out that he was her-long-lost-thought-to-be-dead friend, the person who symbolized her guilt for not stopping the bombing, the plot would be waaaaaay different. Just like the line about being the most blind of all in the prologue, the implications of this line are going to play a major role in the story, and this theory could explain that.
Then there’s those god damned purple hyacinths. Obviously Dylan’s knowledge of these flowers, both in their cultivation and meaning, are things that Kieran must know too. We pretty much know that they’re his signature for both their royal symbolism and their use in mourning, and that Kieran must have a stash of them growing somewhere. There’s also the fact that Lauren, who we know is very intelligent and well educated even at 12, doesn’t know the meaning of purple hyacinths other than their use as a symbol by the royal family. This tells me that their symbolism outshines their meaning in the traditional sense within the pop culture. Honestly, I didn’t even know the meanings of most flowers except for roses until I started reading this Webtoon. I’m not saying that people don’t know the meaning at all, I’m just saying it may not be common knowledge.
The final point I wanna talk about in favour of this theory is their appearances, since that will bleed nicely into the points against it for obvious reasons. So many people, myself included, have noticed that if you switch Dylan’s hair and eye colouring for Kieran’s, he’d basically look like little Kieran, and yes, I see it too. You could say that he could be dying his hair, it’s not crazy to believe hair dye exists in this world. How else does Belladonna have pink hair if they didn’t have access to dye? Unless it’s just stains from the blood of her victims… Actually that could be a theory lol but that’s not the point. Point is Kieran could theoretically have his hair dyed black, but it’s a bit of a stretch, as I explain in...
Evidence against Kieran being Dylan:
While he maaaaay be able to change his hair colour from light blond to black, there’s no way for him to change his eye colour from grey to blue. If rectangular glasses don’t even exist in this world yet (thank you Soph for this justification for why you gave him Harry Potter glasses), there’s no way that they’d have access to contact lenses yet. The other argument is that his eye colour changed with age but that feels a bit too... convenient for my taste. Odds are our boy Kieran is sporting the look he was born with. Additionally, with everything going on in his life and his priorities, when would he have the time to constntly maintain this look, and why would he feel the need to disguise himself in the first place? He already operates in the shadows of the night and none of the authorities, other than Lauren, were able to get close enough to describe his appearance. There would simply be no need for all of that extra disguising.
Speaking of his appearance, we’ve seen one of his victims recognize him before he murders them. He says something interesting: ‘You were that boy’. Now this whole thing is one of my favourite mysteries of the series, so you best believe I am jumping on this shit the second we get more info about it. But for now, I want to use it to show that this aristocrat, who were loyal to the crown and presumably hadn’t seen him in years, took one look at Kieran’s face and immediately recognized him from when he was a child. If this man knew he had these same features as a boy, then it’s safe to assume that he’s always looked like this. This also links him to the aristocracy, since there’s no reason why this man of high status in opposition the PS would know anything about him unless he knew him before he entered the PS. Dylan, on the other hand, was the son of a gardener. He was friends with Lauren sure, but he clearly was of a lower station in society than someone like Lauren or the other aristocratic families. It’s doubtful that he’d leave such an impression on this high society man.
On top of all of that, if he were really Dylan and this man really did see through his change in appearance, why wouldn’t Lauren see through it too? She was one of his best friends and thinks about him constantly. If this man was able to recognize him in a single moment but she still doesn’t recognize him after months, then odds are he just isn’t Dylan.
There’s also the fact that Kieran doesn’t lie when he tells Lauren his name. It’s the same name that people like Belladonna know him by and it’s the name he uses when he becomes the archivist in Lauren’s precinct. Like he said before: there’s no need for him to hide his identity. He’s protected by his reputation and the PS itself. I can see an argument where he could have ‘renounced’ his old name because the person he once was is dead and only the monster remains, which is again a cool theory , or you could say it’s to keep people from knowing that he’s actually alive. But there would be no real need for him to change his name. He could have two names just like the hyacinths have two meanings. I will say that this theory about ‘Kieran White’ not being his true name could also work in favour for him not being Dylan too as, if he was an aristocrat, the PS could have changed his name to hide him from his family as well, but that’s neither here nor there, just something to consider. For now we know that he really is Kieran White and there’s no evidence to disprove that (yet).
Finally, many of the points listed in favour of the theory; the motive, the character arc, the knowledge of flowers, it’s all circumstantial. For all we know, Kieran could be Dylan Rosenthal, or he could be some boy connected to the aristocracy or even the royal family. He could be Dylan Rosenthal, or he could be his own character with his own arc yet to be fully revealed who’s connected to Lauren somehow. The meaning of purple hyacinths could come from Dylan’s prior knowledge, or they could common knowledge and Kieran just bought ‘Gardening for Dummies’ or some shit to make sure he didn’t kill them. Any number of different things could really be at play that we simply don’t know yet. But we do know that a man recognized him at a glance while Lauren, Dylan’s best friend, didn’t recognize him whatsoever. We do know that there’s no proof that hair and especially eye colour can be changed in this world. We do know that we still have quite a ways to go in this story and that the answers aren’t what we expect.
Eph and Soph have done an amazing job of revealing the story to us in disjointed pieces so that when we finally get that one piece that fits, may of them fall into place too. How many of us realized it was her parents’ car in the picture before it was revealed in episode 49? Or thought that Harvey was a spy all along? I don’t think we know nearly enough about him to prove he’s Dylan, but what we do have at this moment is enough to disprove it. What we have now is primarily speculation versus hard physical evidence. We need to accept that we don’t have all the pieces to the puzzle yet and that we’ll only receive new ones little by little.
So, until we learn more about Kieran’s past or until we see ‘changing-eye-colour’ join ‘lie-detecting’ as a new supernatural ability, I’m afraid that I can’t fully get behind this theory. Again, this doesn’t mean I’m telling you not to believe it. Thinking about all the implications of Kieran being Dylan is a lot of fun, just like thinking about Kieran’s backstory and motives is fun. And I could be wrong about all of this, who knows? Writing this just got me really excited to see where his arc will lead us and even more excited for season 2!
Thanks again to everyone who wanted me to discuss this! I had a lot of fun writing it and would love to hear feedback from you guys about any thing you may want to contribute that I may not have mentioned. This post was born of a sleepless night into morning and a need to get all my thoughts out of my brain so it could finally turn off and let me sleep. I already have an idea about what I’m gonna write next so stay tuned and thanks again for all the support!!
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Trick or Treat
A fic in The Kompound series dedicated to the one and only Josephine.
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It was on sight.
His sleeves were rolled up and she could see the blonde hairs on his forearms. It looked like he had makeup on his wrist covering another tattoo.
Josephine was ready to give up the draws to the Starbucks barista. There seemed to only be two working and one was a skiny twenty-something white guy with curly blonde hair, a close shave, and a tattoo on the side of his neck that kept trying to reveal itself through the collar of his black button down.
Jojo lowered her tinted sunglasses to view his blue eyes unobstructed. He stood at about 6'3.. 6'5 which was perfect since she was 5'10 and unattracted to anything under 6'1.
He tapped the register showing the customer the price, taking their money before moving the line along. A quiet king. Jojo was sold.
She moved her glasses to the top of her head and as he moved around, she watched him calmly assemble a two sandwich/three drink order. That was when she noticed his hearing aid and decided she'd moan so loudly in his ear during sex that he'd have to keep it turned off.
Jojo's turn to order came. The barista's chin lifted to her and she leaned closer to look into his ocean blue eyes before scanning over his skinny but muscular arms. His name tag read Logan.
"Logan..," she smiled, eyes sparkling with shameless flirtation. "I want one of you, can you bring me that?"
He smiled as if his day had been made.
"Tall Caramel Snickerdoodle Macchiato," she ordered leaning in just a bit more at the counter to display her cleavage.
He shrugged as if he'd speak but Josephine quickly realized that 1) he couldn't and 2) he was confused.
"Secret Menu," she clarified.
He shook his head in confusion.
"Tall soy caramel macchiato upside down with two pumps vanilla and two pumps cinnamon dolce," she said quickly while adjusting her glistening cleavage and drawing his eye for an instant until he redirected himself. He had self control which Jojo liked, but she also knew how to break that up. She wanted him sooner than later. Quickly he began putting the drink together himself with great care despite the queue of people in line behind her. That was when she gave him her super-white smile. In no time, his number was on her cup in sharpie and Jojo had walked out into the sunshine, sipping with a new man at her disposal. It was a great day.
Josephine fantasized briefly about what his dick might look like. She had every intention of sucking the pale out of her new caucasian boy toy, but she also had a motive.
"Jojo! I'm a need to put an 'a' on that if you gonna use it. I told you already how it sounds."
The longer Josephine thought and smiled her coke white smile, the easier it was to decide that he'd be the perfect underling to draft into her plan of Halloween mischief. She skipped in the sunlight, her skin glinting. By the time she got back to her car and slid into the driver's seat to start it, she was giddy.
"Why you gotta be such a murderous lil thot," Erik muttered causing Josephine's head to snap up. His voice came crisply over her shoulder as if he were there. She quickly scanned the area, her car, and her clothes finding nothing.
"What the french toast.. Where are you," she asked looking around. She sat in her car in front of Albertson's grocery store beside the Starbucks drinking her drink. Her fingers brushed over the phone number written on the cup in black sharpie.
"Nah don't hide it now," he chuckled. Jojo primped in the visor mirror not giving a damn if he saw the number, she just didn't want her plans ruined.
"I don't know what you mean sir," her voice went up innocently as she applied her clear gloss.
"Jojo... my heart can't take this bullshit right now."
"Don't know what you're talking about. Bye!"
Josephine closed the car door and walked into the grocery store grabbing a cart and wiping it down. She patted down her jacket lapels and the pockets, her tube top, leggings, and boots.
"Don't kill family, Jojo. For once.. let's enjoy a normal holiday."
Josephine looked around wondering where Erik's voice was coming from.
"A witch can't do a lil light shopping in peace?! I'm innocent.. I'm being domestic and minding my business," she smirked looking through tomatillos and avocados. Erik didn't respond.
As she shopped for the ingredients to prepare the perfect Mexi-family dinner, she heard no more voices. Then she got back to the car to put the bags in the backseat. Her witchy senses began to tingle as she turned the wheel to leave on her way back home.
"Don't make me use magic," she paused still looking for the source of sound. "Cuz I really don't feel like it."
"Cheating make you tired huh," he teased. She slurped and sat her cup back in the holder in response. She knew what she wanted to do, she'd jinx him somehow and then laugh until he figured it out. Smiling, she continued to cruise on her way back to the compound.
"What you want nigger," she snapped. She knew he hated it, but he shouldn't have spied on her.
Erik stood to the side of his witchy wife, watching her obvious attempt at pissing him off. He knew she was plotting a long time ago, he just didn't know what.
"Errr those are your ears... This is my mouth and we're both black, nigger."
Erik kissed his teeth audibly. "What are you doing Jo.. you up to something."
"What?! You're breaking up, I can't hear you!"
"Bull."
She couldn't hang up, but she could ignore him. She honestly only wanted to cook in peace and feed the family for the time being, that was true. However, she wouldn't be Josephine without something up her sleeve.. and her fearless spontaneity was a reason why he loved her so much.. wasn't it? Everyone loved her.
She wouldn't flip the house upside down and then fix the issue every single time if she didn't love them and they didn't love her. They needed someone like her to keep them on their toes, looking over their shoulder every 15 minutes. She was the excitement. As the magical one, it was practically her duty to introduce chaos and adventure.
Afterall.. What was fun without a lil fear and screaming?
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"You stuck your foot in that, girl," Angel praised, rolling her eyes as she pointed to Jojo in approval.
"Mhm," Erik hummed nearly in a food coma.
"Yesss and I HATE avocado with a passion but somehow you got me to eat it and like it," Charlie chuckled.
"Yeah, bitch, ya done good," Homie added, satiated.
Dinner was a hit and the family sat around the dinner table, absolutely stuffed.
"Baby, you did THAT," Ryley sighed, holding her stomach.
"Thank you niggerettes," Josephine grinned glowing with pride. She loved to cook and her skill was greater than that of Wolfgang Puck. As old as she was, and she had some millenia on her, she knew every technique and seasoning there was to know.
Aly'sha belched covering her mouth quickly after and Bastion snickered.
"On that note, let's all take a walk to the outer gate," Hennessy spoke standing from the table to lead the group in the walk outside.
They knew not what waited for them.
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The weeks of October slipped away and after holding back patiently and silently, Josephine was able to begin the ultimate Halloween mischief she'd been planning for nearly a month. She was itching with excitement. She'd been stealing small amounts of money from Erik and each of the wives here and there just to fund it all and that was hard! Not morally... Ryley and Hennessy were just hard to steal from. She'd had to replace the stolen cash with counterfeit bills to pull it off and they never suspected a thing. She rubbed her palms together with a sneaky grin.
Phase 1 of the plan was already complete. The first order of business was to lure the household into a false sense of security. Josephine had been sweet as pie for a good month or so. There was no reason for things to change.. or so they thought.
Phase 2 was in the works. She had already secured herself a caucasian side piece, now she wanted to flaunt him like a new fur, shake things up. Phase 3 would begin within the chaos. But first.. she needed to call him.
"Logan," she spoke through the phone once she heard him pick up. "It's been.. wonderful.. You giving me massages, free coffees, and doing that thing I like," she giggled. "BUT...," her face straightened and her eyes glowed purple. "It's time," she spoke cryptically. "You know what you gotta do."
When she hung up, she received his text message reading 'I know what I must do.' She sighed a knowing sigh, staring at his handsome picture and replied, "Tell your family you're moving to Kenya and then drop this phone in the acid I gave you. I'll see you at dinner."
She didn't want his family to worry.
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Three nights before Halloween, Josephine prepared a heaping spread of crab legs, shrimp three ways, oysters, linguini, biscuits, corn on the cob, and bisque. Tasting the bisque with her small spoon, it was perfect. She hummed in satisfaction.
As Kennedi set the table, Josephine grinned evily over the pot of corn and potatoes. She was a wicked but beautiful woman. She just wanted some fun was all. The madness couldn't happen on Halloween because she actually wanted to go to the family party and she knew said family would need a day or two to... recover.
"Jojo, what you doing," Kennedi asked when Josephine had been stirring the bisque too long.
"Oh nothing, I'll call the others."
Josephine's way of calling the others was to push a thought into their heads telepathically to make them all think the kitchen was on fire. They all came rushing down with the exception of Aly'sha who determined her nap was more important.. and Bastion who was busy drying her toenails. For them, she'd had to take out her phone and call.
"Now that we're here as a family," she smiled sweetly serving them each in her kente apron. She gave Erik an extra piece of corn and a kiss on the forehead.
"There's an extra table setting," Ryley noticed. "Who's coming?"
"I don't know, Jojo added it," Kennedi looked up, suddenly as suspicious as the rest of the table who were all looking at the door. It was Logan.. and just as planned, he walked in like he owned the place and took a seat at the opposite head of the table. Josephine walked around and kissed him on the forehead next.
"Oh hell nah," Kimora whispered as Charlie scratched a nonexistent itch on her neck looking to Kennedi and down at the table.
"What da hell," Angel's high voice of confusion sang, echoing everyone's thoughts while Ryley shook her head and quietly bit into a biscuit.
"Disrespectful," Hennessy muttered with Aly'sha nodding in agreement.
"Hella," Bastion added sipping her water.
Erik, however, he sat very still watching the scene ahead of him. Time sat still with him as tiny clinks of water glasses and spoons could be heard and Josephine sat on Logan's lap, feeding him soup and feeling on his tattoos. Every wife wondered silently what would happen.
Erik's chair skid as he stood and all eyes went between him and the scene unfolding on the other end of the table.
Erik passed Angel, Hennessy, Bastion, and Charlie, and Kristina who was sitting there quietly having joined her friends on whim. She was suddenly regretting it, wishing she'd went to her own man Trevante's place instead.
Smirking, he took a step back.
"Have fun," he smiled leaving the room. Bastion followed. Then Kristina. Then Hennessy left. Then Aly'sha and Kennedi. Then Angel and Ryley.
"At the dinner table," Charlie hissed looking at the tall, gangly man. "He looks high," she noticed suddenly. "Not normal high.. it's-" she gasped putting it together. "You bewitched him!!!"
"Shh!!! No.. He's.. just a little crossfaded," Josephine lied watching Charlie rush from the room to tell the others. She let out a deep sigh. Her plan wasn't unfolding the way it was meant to. Erik wasn't even angry, for one. That pissed her off. Because of it, he'd forced her hand.
After kissing the doting Logan goodbye and running her nails through his curly blonde hair, she wrapped her hands around his neck and choked him out until his life left him. Then she ate her bisque.
She'd see them once they relaxed a bit. They'd get over it.. afterall, what was Halloween without a lil trick or treat?
"Now you've done it," she fussed entering the living room where Erik layed tangled in the legs of his wives. Kristina had left. "How dare you not murder the man I cheat with!!"
"I ain't feel like it," Erik muttered, pleased with himself.
"Jojo, we're watching Lovecraft Country," Hennessy snapped. "You wanna watch?"
"No, I'm mad!"
"Then shhh," Bastion and Kennedi said in unison.
That was the last straw for Josephine. They were ruining her mischief! She had to get things back on track.
"Stop that," Charlie pointed when Josephine's eyes turned purple, but it was too late. With a snap of her fingers the power went out. Josephine vanished and only her disembodied dramatic voice was left behind.
"You have offended the great Josephine and now... you all must pay," she cackled wildly, panting slightly in excitement. "I have trapped you all here and if you don't find the bomb I've planted within the next ten minutes... there will be DEAAAATH!! Muahaha!"
She was completely serious, she'd planted a bomb. The collective groan on her household was music to her ears as she watched them drag themselves from room to room in pitch black searching for a bomb with their phone flashlights.
"JOSEPHINE GET YOUR ASS IN HERE," Hennessy yelled tired of the bullshit. She threw a pillow across the floor and Ryley was the next to scream in frustration.
"I'm a kill this girl," Angel muttered, jogging with Charlie to move the babies to the panic room.
"JOSEPHINE," Erik yelled in anger. "Just WAIT till I find you!"
Josephine felt jolly as if she'd accomplished a great feat. She loved her angry husband.
"Ahem," she grinned once they'd eaten up 8 minutes. "I have a clue! The bomb is.. implanted in something.. or should I say... someone. You find it, you win!"
Instantly, the house stampeded into the kitchen finding the body propped up in the chair at the dining table.
"I THOUGHT HE WAS STILL ALIVE," Angel shrieked once she realized. She and Kimora jumped back to grab Erik's arms and he stepped in front of them.
"Get to the panic room," he muttered quickly, "Now!"
Angel, Kimora, and Bastion ran with Kennedi who went to keep them safe.
"Hand me a knife," Erik demanded plunging it into the body once Ryley placed a large one in his hand. Hennessy had to walk away, her stomach feeling weaker.
Recklessly, Erik cut the body open getting blood everywhere and there it was.. a small bomb. Charlie was jittery, covered in blood, but she held her light while Aly'sha looked on to offer any verbal help she could as Erik worked to shut the bomb off and spare the house.
7... 6... 5... 4...
He couldn't figure it out so he threw it and snatched his wives from the room as quickly as possible, pushing them down and diving over top of them as best he could as a cover. For seconds they all laid there in anticipation of the explosion.
"Um," Ryley sighed. Hennessy scrambled to her feet to walk, heading to the panic room.
"Something's not right," Charlie whispered.
Just then Josephine cackled, her large voice filling the room. "It was a trick, the bomb was dead!! Happy Halloween, niggeronis!!!"
Suddenly the power flickered back on, but Josephine couldn't be found. She was long gone having vanished and teleported to the beach. She was laying in the sand watching the moon, still laughing.
#original#erik killmonger#killmonger#erik stevens#the kompound#josephine#erik x oc#trick or treat#eriknutinthispoosy
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Camp Crossover🏕
Hello, aspiring heroes and ninjas! To thank you all for sending us over 50 headcanons, our very own Mod Kairi (@kairi-chan) wrote a hilarious and engaging fic based on a headcanon we received! Don’t hesitate to send us more because our inbox and CuriousCat are always open! We hope you enjoy reading! :D
Genre: Humor & Slice of Life
Rating: T
Headcanon: “Bakugou being obsessed with explosive tags”
The forest shook with explosions—rocks, splinters, and dirt flying everywhere. Kirishima hardened his body and raised his arms to protect himself. His friend was yelling expletives at the guy with pearl-colored eyes.
“Stop looking at me funny, you damn extra!” Bakugo yelled. He flexed his fingers, little explosives going off. “And stop with that ballerina turning shit!”
The other guy raised a brow but did not change his stance. His arms were opened wide and slightly tilted downward. “You’re more obnoxious than Naruto.”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?!” Bakugo screamed, the explosives around his hands getting bigger. “WIPE THAT SMIRK OFF YOUR FACE!”
Kirishima grimaced and took a step forward. “Come on, stop it. Sensei said we were supposed to get along with these guys.” His friend was short-tempered, and it would have been fine if he only ran his mouth, but Bakugo was a man of action.
“He started it! Looking at me all funny with his creepy eyes.”
“It is the Byakugan,” Neji explained simply. “But I don’t need it to take down someone as simpleminded as you.”
“Oh shit.” Kirishima slapped his hand on his forehead. This guy was a piece of work and knew how to taunt his opponents well, he’d give him that. And here he thought he would have been able to have a nice training session today.
“I will blow you to bits, you ballerina weird-eyed extra!” Bakugo lunged forward, his arms behind him as he let out a string of explosives from his arms to thrust him forward. He jumped, and brought his arms and hands in front of him, unleashing his firepower on the ninja. “DIE!”
Kirishima tried to look away, but kept one eye open, wanting to see what would happen next. He braced himself for the explosion about to come but got blown off his feet from behind. He went flying to Bakugo and ruined his momentum. Neji fluidly evaded them and watched as the two fell flat on their face.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” A worried and feminine voice called out. The bushes rustled and out came Momo, holding on to a kunai knife with an explosive tag attached on the end. “I’m sorry, I aimed wrong!”
“Is anyone hurt?” Tsuyu came jumping in and looked at her two classmates on the ground. She only blinked, and then looked back at Momo. “I think they’re okay.”
“Oh thank goodness.” Momo sighed, a hand on her chest.
“Maybe we should have started with the smaller tags…” Tenten chuckled and scratched the back of her neck as she approached Momo. “That was a good first try, though.” She then shifted her attention to her teammate. “Oh, Neji. I didn’t know you were training today.”
He only nodded. “Someone wanted to challenge me.”
“Oh? How did that go?” Tenten asked curiously.
Neji stepped aside and revealed Bakugo pushing Kirishima off of him, a scowl on his face.
“What the hell was that?” Kirishima rubbed his head. “It was a good thing I was using my quirk. It was stronger than Bakugo’s explosives…”
“Haaaa?!” Bakugo scowled again. “What could be stronger than me?!”
“This.” Tenten took the kunai from Momo’s hand and twirled it around her fingers. “Your explosive tricks aren’t so unique, here.” She giggled.
Bakugo did not find that funny. He ground his teeth together and got up on his feet, rushing towards her to look at it. “That’s just a fucking piece of paper.”
The kunoichi nodded and touched the tag with her finger before twirling it quickly and then throwing it at a far off tree. Right when the knife made contact with the trunk, a loud explosion came off. Momo, Tsuyu, and Kirishima winced. Neji looked unphased, while Tenten retained the smirk on her lips.
Bakugo, however, looked on with stars in his eyes, and a wicked grin slowly spread on his face. He turned around to face Tenten and shook her shoulders. “You gotta fucking give me some of those!”
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“Shannaro!” Sakura’s voice was quickly overpowered with the sound of the earth and rocks splitting apart, dust quickly rising and covering her form.
Deku was shaking with excitement, his eyes wide with wonder and a smile on his face. “That is so cool!” He squealed, gripping his notebook. “Sakura-chan, you’re so cool!”
The girl before him looked nothing someone who could wreak so much havoc. She was lithe, cute, and had pink hair. But that really shouldn’t have surprised him. Heroes came in all shapes and sizes, after all.
The kunoichi brushed her hair away from her face and grinned at him. “Thanks! The key is concentrating all your chakra to your fist and releasing it at the right moment.”
“Concentrating all your chakra to your fist and releasing it at the right moment,” Deku repeated as he scribbled that down on his notebook. He took a step back when Sakura used the body flicker technique and ended right next to him, easily erasing the twenty-five-meter space between them. She peered at his notebook. “Are you writing that down? How studious of you.”
He tried not to act too surprised. She could teleport, too? Deku had to write that down. “Uh-umm… Yeah.” He nodded and closed his notebook. “I write all of my observations and study them later on. I’m not the most talented, so I do what I can to catch up to my classmates.”
Sakura hummed, green eyes softening. “Is that so?”
“Huh? What?”
“Nothing, nothing.” Sakura laughed. “You just remind me a lot of myself when I was younger. I don’t have any special kekkei genkais, but I work and train hard under Tsunade-sama so I could catch up to my friends, too.”
“Ooh.” Deku’s eyes widened, and so did his grin. “Then we can work hard together.”
“For sure!” Sakura pumped her fist in the air. “Now, tell me about that jutsu of yours. Kaka-sensei said it sounded similar to my technique, and you could use some help with chakra control.”
“Oh, it’s-it’s a quirk.” Deku looked at his hands and flexed his fingers. “I can unleash a great amount of power and speed, but I’m still learning how to control it so I won’t hurt myself.”
“Ah, I heard about that, too.” Sakura giggled. “Don’t worry, I can heal you if you go too far.”
���Eehh? You can heal, too?!” More than two quirks?! That was amazing! “How do you do it?”
“Same way I split the ground apart.” Sakura removed her glove and held her palm up for Deku to see. Slowly, it started to glow green, reflecting in his eyes. “Chakra control.”
“Teach me, please!” Deku stood up straight and then bowed low from the waist. “Please, Sakura-chan, teach me how to control my quirk!”
Green eyes widened for a moment, and then a determined smirk grew on her lips. “You got it. I’m not going easy on you, you know?”
Deku straightened up, his eyes glinting with the challenge. “I will take any form of training you will give me!”
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“Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine!” Ochako strained and ground her teeth. She lifted her leg from the ground and kicked the wooden dummy even harder than she had. “Thirty!”
“Good job, Ochako-san! The fire of youth burns greatly within you!” Rock Lee gave her a grin and a thumbs up.
The girl put her leg down and grinned at him, too. “This is so hard, Lee-san but I can feel myself getting stronger!”
“It is only difficult when you do not have the power of youth!” Lee clenched his fists, the fire burning in his eyes. “But you have it and it is imperative you keep going!”
“Right!” Ochako felt her whole body ignite with motivation and determination. She faced the dummy again and took her stance. “Thirty-one!” She kicked. “Thirty-two!” She kicked again.
“That’s right, you’re doing great! Do three hundred on your right and another three hundred on your left!”
“Thirty—what?!” She paled. “Th-three hundred?”
“I see you want more of a challenge, very well, five hundred! I like your spirit!” The ninja grinned, his pearly-white teeth sparkling. His attention then shifted to the fast-approaching student.
Iida was running right towards them, using his arms for momentum. A cloud of dirt was trailing behind him.
“Another youthful contender!” Rock Lee readied himself to run along with Iida. “Come, we shall run a hundred laps around the village!” He took off the moment he and Iida were side by side, and easily speeding up, leaving Iida behind.
“Don’t think this is the best I’ve got!” Iida shouted and ran even faster, shouting as he caught up with Rock Lee.
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“Hey, guys!” Deku waved, a large grin on his face. He sat down on the table, in front of Kirishima. “How was your first day with the Ninja teams? Sakura-chan was kind enough to heal me when I got carried away, too.”
“Ooh.” Ochako beamed. “She has a strength and healing quirk? Maybe I should ask her if she’s free…” she slumped on the table. “I can’t feel my legs…”
“Neither can I.” Iida wobbled over to the table and set his food down. “Lee-san is formidable.” He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “His speed is amazing.”
“Ooh!” Deku was amazed. This training camp with the students in the other show was a wonderful idea. “I want to train with him next! How about you, Kirishima?”
“I didn’t get to train with Neji so much…” Kirishima sighed and picked at his food. “Bakugo picked a fight with him instead and found a new toy.”
“Oh? What did Kacchan find?”
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
“Aaah!” Ochako screamed and held her arms up instinctively to protect herself.
Deku did the same but quickly held on to his glass to stop it from toppling over.
Kirishima didn’t even blink. “Explosive tags.”
In the distance, Bakugo’s maniacal screaming and laughing could be heard, followed by more explosions. Tenten was screaming something indistinct, probably telling him to stop.
“Is Kacchan still training?” Deku muttered, trying to look out the window.
“No, apparently they have these paper bomb thingies.” Kirishima picked up a tissue to demonstrate. “You activate it with chakra and it detonates after a given time.”
“Ooh!” Ochako’s eyes widened. “What makes it explode?”
Kirishima shrugged his shoulder up. “Uuuhh… Ninja magic?”
“Chakra!” Deku’s eyes were also wide with wonder. He picked up his notebook and started scribbling on it, muttering to himself about the wonders of Ninja tools and their different quirks.
More explosives went off, and Kirishima sighed again when Aizawa came jumping out in his yellow bean bag. He hopped outside and started screaming at Bakugo to stop.
Kirishima sighed again. “I wasn’t able to learn anything new like you two today.”
“Why so down?” Ojiro came by, holding on to his tray.
“He’s sad he didn’t get to learn with his appointed Ninja today,” Ochako explained.
“Oh.” Ojiro smiled sympathetically at him. “If you want, you can join me and Jirou tomorrow. We got assigned to Kiba. I heard he has some sort of dog-like quirk… and an actual dog.”
Kirishima peeked at him. “Really?” That sounded interesting. “Can you ask him for me?”
“Sure.” His classmate smiled. “Just make sure you tell Aizawa-sensei.”
“That sounds fun, Kirishima-kun!” Ochako beamed. “And he has a dog! I’m sure it’s cute.”
That brought a smile on Kirishima’s face. “Yeah, I guess it sounds fun.” The camp was long from over, and he promised he would get stronger from this learning experience.
#headcanons#naruto x bnha crossover#bakugou katsuki#hyuuga neji#kirishima eijirou#midoriya izuku#haruno sakura#uraraka ochacho#rock lee#tenya iida#tenten#quirk no jutsu zine#naruto#boku no hero academia#bnha#mha#my hero academy
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Liar, Liar: Face on Fire
(oh god guys I’m doing this it’s been sitting in my docs for like a week while I tried to get up more motivation because for some reason my brain decided my first tfic should actually be a series of tifics???
This is Patton’s part and I’m trying to get myself into the mood to write Roman’s part, but after that I have like zero ideas for Logan and Virgil but anyway here you go guys, my first terrible tfic aaaaaaaa)
tagging @oliviaischillin1204 because she’s my torture/inspiration
In addition to occasionally appearing to Thomas when he told a few white lies, Deceit had taken to popping up on the other sides when they told lies he thought were worth exposing. Even better – Thomas and the other sides wanted the truth? He would see to it that all of their truths were set free like birds from cages.
Starting with Patton and his penchant for lying about his feelings.
It started, as many things do with Patton, with cookies. Roman, deciding he deserved a sweet treat after all of his morning adventuring, went straight for the cookie jar while Patton made sandwiches with help (okay, he was basically only getting things from the fridge, but still) from Virgil. Before Logan, sitting at the table, could even begin to scold him for ruining his appetite, Roman had stuck his hand into the jar only for a look of confusion to pass over his face.
“What thievery is this? Wasn’t the jar at least half-full yesterday? Now it’s completely empty!” Roman exclaimed, pulling his cookie-less hand out of the jar and waving it in the air with his usual dramatics. Virgil shrugged, but Logan rose an eyebrow.
“Patton, have you been partaking in those “second cookies” again? Having that much sugar is unhealthy.” He stated, causing Patton to turn from his sandwich-making with a surprised expression.
“A second cookie is nice once in a while, Lo, but I haven’t had any recently. You guys are more than sweet enough for me.” Patton exclaimed happily.
“Liar.” Suddenly Deceit was standing just behind Patton, picking at some of the sandwich fillings as yet untouched, nonchalantly eyeing the peppy side with a smirk. Patton and Roman jumped, while Virgil practically threw himself across the room to get away from the suddenly close snake. He scowled at the new figure.
“What are you taking about, Deceit? No one needs you here –“ the purple side snarked. Deceit blinked at him with mock-innocence, before turning his attention toward Patton.
“Well, in light of deciding that lying isn’t good, I thought I’d show you just how prevalent lying is for us. Patton, care to share?” Patton got over his surprise and smiled.
“Share what? The sandwiches? I made them for everyone, silly, take your pick!” Patton moved closer to Deceit and the sandwiches, gesturing for the snake side to view them. Deceit placed a gloved hand on Patton’s shoulder, leaning around him to see Roman, about to speak when he realized Patton was scrunching his shoulders a bit. He squeezed Patton’s shoulder, making the other let out a kind of yipping noise, before pulling away with a hum.
“Well. I guess I am needed here, after all.” And with that, the well-dressed side was gone, and everyone else was left to wonder why he had even appeared…except for Patton, who was busy blushing at the noise he’d made and quickly stepped out.
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The next time Deceit appeared, it was right behind Patton while the others were listening to Roman’s ideas for the new series for Thomas.
“That’s a great idea, kiddo, I love it” Patton responded to Roman’s idea to expand their one horror game video into a series of playthroughs for The Evil Within 2.
“Are you sure about that?” Deceit whispered in Patton’s ear, the air blowing into it quite tickly. Patton scrunched his neck and shoulders up with a squeal, startling the others and alerting them to Deceit’s presence. The snake side smirked at the others and disappeared as quickly as he came. Patton managed to reassure the others that he was fine, just surprised, and left it at that.
But it didn’t stop there. It seemed Deceit was always there every time Patton told the littlest untruth to the others. Just things to make sure he didn’t hurt their feelings, honest! Showing a little more interest in Logan’s schedule than he really had, trying to assuage Virgil’s fears, reassuring them when he wasn’t feeling his best…Deceit just kept showing up, and the things he was doing kept escalating.
“There’s nothing to worry about ki – eeeehee!” Spidering in between his shoulder blades.
“Huh? Oh, of course I heard, Lo – ooooh gohosh!” Fingers jabbing into his underarms.
“I’m fine. AhHA!” A few squeezes to his sides.
The others were getting concerned, but Deceit only smirked and Patton only blushed and avoided their questions. Until finally enough was enough.
Alone in his room, feeling down but not quite knowing why, Patton took a steadying breath.
“I’m feeling really good today!” This time Deceit merely appeared in front of him, an eyebrow raised.
“Really? That’s the best lie I’ve ever heard from you, Patton.” Patton chose not to reply, wringing his hands a bit and looking down so he couldn’t see Deceit’s face at his next words.
“Deceit…I want you stop doing that thing you’ve been doing recently. I don’t like it.” He said hesitantly, feeling nervous and a bit giddy. He peeked up at Deceit to see a glint in his eyes and a smile on his face, and felt his own lips twitch upwards a bit in response.
“What, you mean tickling you? Does it tickle too much?” Deceit asked, stepping closer.
“Ye – no! Uh…” Patton gasped, head lifting as he backed away. The little game of cat and mouse ending abruptly when Patton’s knees met the bed and his balance was thrown off. Deceit took advantage of the situation and pushed Patton to sit on the bed before crouching at his feet. Patton kicked his feet away slightly, giddiness overtaking any other emotion and a nervous, inexplainable smile taking over his face.
“Wh – what are you -? AH!” Patton gave a squeal as Deceit took hold of one of his ankles, wasting no time in removing his slipper and sock. Deceit grinned up at the fatherly side, wiggling the fingers of his free hand inches from his bare sole. Patton pulled at his trapped foot and scrunched his toes, tittering nervously with his hands in front of his mouth.
“You see, Patton, I think you’re lying to me. I think you’re not very ticklish. Let’s prove that theory, hmm?” The side smirked and let his fingers touch down on Patton’s arches, nails skittering over the wrinkles in his scrunched foot quickly but delicately.
“Ihihi’m noohohohot! Stopihihit!” Patton broke into giggles immediately, kicking his free leg and pulling at his trapped one. He shrieked as Deceit found a particularly sensitive spot on his arches just above his heel, pressing his arms against his stomach and falling backwards onto the bed, almost causing Deceit to lose his grip on the other’s foot.
“EEEEE! Plehehehehehehease!” Patton begged.
“Hm? Please tickle you more? Why Patton, I’d hate to.” Deceit said sweetly, letting his other sets of arms grow out to grab Patton’s other foot. He stripped that one of it’s slipper and sock as well, pulling back Patton’s toes and tickling underneath them while the other foot continued to have its sensitive arch played with.
“NOHOHOHOHOOOOO DEEEHEHEHEHEHE! IT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!!!” Patton rolled on the bed, squirming and trying to scrunch his toes and kick his legs while laughing uncontrollably. His face was red and he felt like he was on the verge of mirthful tears but…he felt better. It was far less embarrassing to be tickle attacked by Deceit in private, and let him actually feel what he had been too overwhelmed to before – joy. Letting himself go like this was, dare he say, nice. But it seemed almost as soon as he began enjoying the feeling, it stopped.
“Does it? That was all you had to say, my dear!” Deceit exclaimed, releasing his feet and drawing his extra arms back into himself. He came to lay next to Patton as he panted and wheezed the last of his giggles out. As he calmed, Patton turned his head toward Deceit and opened his eyes to see the other watching him nonchalantly, hands holding up his head.
“Consider that a little lesson in lying. Did you like it?” Deceit purred. Patton flushed again and before he could stop himself –
“No!” He exclaimed, hands going up to cover his red face. He didn’t see the grin spread on Deceit’s face, but he certainly felt the hands that shot under his exposed arms, making him pin his arms – and subsequently, Deceit’s hands – down with a shriek.
“Now now, what did we just discuss? I think another lesson is in order…” Deceit trailed off as his fingers gently wiggled in Patton’s trapped underarms, starting his laughter up anew.
“DEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”
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39)Will’s Workshop- Mock ups
In this workshop, will showed us a free mock up website (mock up tree) which will allow us to create pretty much anything for our brand such as packaging, business cards and mock up social media interfaces.
As I was just starting out with creating the packaging, I didn't really know how I wanted it to look, or even where to start. I thought that logo looked best against a white background so I tried to find a white mockup that I could put the design onto. I played around with the sizing of the logo and the positioning of it but I feel as if this particular mock up limited me to where I could position things as often times it would seem off centre or as if it was floating, which I didn't like, also in feel that this particular box looked more like a shoebox than clothing packaging.
After Wills workshop, I had the motivation to start creating a few things for our brand.
I decided to create clothing tags as it would be a great way to add our logo onto our clothes as we didn't discuss whether or not the logo as going to be embroidered onto any of our products.
I opted to keep it relatively sleek and simple so I decided to use just ‘abbreviate’ the logo opting for just the ‘G’ and the earth symbol. I decided to create a tag with a cardboard brown as I thought it might help it look more sustainable which is something that I have to keep referring back to as it is a major component of our brand. I’m happy with the outcome of the tags and they were relatively quick and easy to create.
I then went on to creating a mock up of some bags that I thought would be good for our store or pop up shop. Sticking with the white theme, I opted for a white shopping bag. Initially I just put the logo as is on the face of the bag, however, I wasn't too sure about this as I feel it ended up looking quite squashed, particularly on the smaller bag.
I then decided to re-work this and use the ‘gaia’ without the earth symbol on the bigger bag, which I liked because it looked more refined and sleek. I then added the earth symbol by itself onto the the smaller bag and much preferred this design to the one above.
I also wanted to create a gift for our brand so I decided to use the Amalfi Coast font that is used in our logo to write ‘gift card’ and repositioned and resized the earth symbol in the bottom right hand corner. I like the way that thus turned out and I think it has a very clean, simple yet effective look.
I also considered what would go inside the packaging. I've noticed that almost every parcel has some of Thank You card and or discount code hidden inside as an extra surprise. I was able to add our social media on there as well which I thought was a nice touch and used the Amalfi Coast font to type up the ‘Thank you’.
I’m happy with the outcome of this as it stays very consistent with the packaging.
I created both a brown and white box to match Narnia’s bag that she created, so that the packaging was able to keep its consistency. Again I didn't want to use the logo as is so I decided to put the earth symbol on the front rather than at the top. I then wanted to reiterate our sustainability, so I decided to place ‘sustainable loungewear’ and ‘100% good for the planet’ on the sides.
I wanted to create a mock up that would show what the packaging would look like when opened. I wanted to incorporate the ‘goddess’ element of our name and link it back to our story so I decided to write a positive affirmation. I went with ‘You look like a goddess’ as we want our women to feel empowered and beautiful when they wear our clothes.
I then went on to create a billboard, mainly just for fun but I ended up liking it and thought it would be a good way to further promote our brand. I added our website and the designs that Lisa and Charlotte created.
I think that created the mockups for our brand was the most must fun part as it made it feel more tangible and real in a sense. It also allowed me to be more creative and creating the designs were fairly straightforward and easy.
One thing I do have to consider though, is what materials the packaging is going to be made from as we are a sustainable brand.
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Author (!) Interview
Thank you for the tags, @alloveroliver and @otonymous!
Name: pseu (I lowercase it on purpose, but it doesn’t bug me if you treat it as a proper name/capitalize!)
Fandoms: Now: SLBP (lingering-- I love some of the characters too much to quit!), Cybird’s Ikémen series, FE3H. I’m also reading STUPID amounts of BTS stories lately, those writers are amazing!
Looking forward to: Hopefully getting back into The Arcana when some of the routes conclude. I started TAISHO x ALICE recently and I’d love to write stories for that and some of the other otome I’ve enjoyed. And like so many other writers, some original projects. :)
Where You Post: pseu slings and gift stories are here on tumblr, and everything pre-dumblr. Longer/refined pieces on Ao3. Many, many things languish in my google docs or emails I’ve sent myself and don’t get posted. 🤦🏻♀️
Most Popular One-Shot: Not what I thought it would be! Here it is Venture (Kanetsugu/MC). On Ao3 it’s Something Blue, IkéSen Masamune/MC. I tried really hard last year to edit Something Blue to bring it up to where my writing is now, but couldn’t get through it. Learned my lesson in letting things be. 🤷🏻♀️
Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Real (ao3 / tumblr), which is Shigezane/[named] MC. Another one I feel compelled to edit, because I would change a lot about it if I were writing it today. But I also cherish it for what it is.
Favorite Story You Wrote: Oooooh! Hard! I think from last year that is Frost-Edged Fire, a “what happened” story for Sansa post-GoT. I like the way it reads, it felt good to make, and the response has been positive somewhere where I didn’t have my name to stand on, so I feel very satisfied with that one. I also really like one of the pieces I wrote for an Arcana zine coming out this year. :)
Story You Were Nervous to Post: I swing back and forth between “what happens, happens, I’ve written what I felt l needed to” and “PLEASE LET PEOPLE NOT HATE THIS sob sob sob”. I remember when I was working on Real I was trying to let go of some of my own standards for MAKE IT MAKE SENSE BACK FIVE GENERATIONS, so I was scared people would pick it apart even though it was such a soft, smooshy story and such a soft, smooshy thing to write. It still makes me feel vulnerable! I had my first run in with an anti in 2018 and for a while that shook me. I didn’t change what I wrote after that, but the experience was so jarring and gross I was tense.
How You Choose Your Titles: I like sideways titles, in the way of allusions and references. I usually choose single words that are either meant to encapsulate the tone or primary action of a story, or a word or short snip from a phrase, which I hope a reader will read in full in their head even though part of it isn’t there. But I understand that once something is out there, it’s really up to the reader to make of text and title what they will! That or phrases in French I try to make myself but often have to run by a native speaker to make sure they mean what I think they do (often: not quite).
Completed: I have no idea. The pseu slings bump the number way up, it’s probably around 150 total? For non-snippets, around 50? (Ao3 has 53 works, some of which have multiple sections)
Incomplete: I have an idea, and it is mortifying. There are some things I’ve written a little bit for but I know I won’t go back to and sometimes I think about putting them up as free prompts for others. Things I’m really trying on? 7. Given up but not ready to say so... 15ish? More I’m forgetting?
Do You Outline? Sorta! I start with the scene or scenes that motivate me to write in the first place, and then I have to outline to connect them. They are not usually the beginning or end because life is not fair and those parts are really hard.
Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: More IkéVamp! More parts in at last (MLQC). More FE3H! Maybe this will be the year I finally write the Isshiki-sempai story I’ve had floating in my head for Shokugeki no Soma. WHO KNOWS?! (I do. I won’t.)
Do You Accept Prompts? Sometimes! I love doing pseu slings twice a year (once in March and the other later in the year for a follower milestone or something). tbh it can be incredibly freeing, motivating, and feel-goody to write what I know someone has asked for-- connecting to requests and filling them feels wonderful and I have less time to dither or gather rosebuds or whatever, so it’s productive. I think some of my best work is writing that others have requested.
Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write:
More of aesthetes, belligerents, contortionists (IkéSen Yoshimoto/MC).
♥️ ASH EXTRAS! ♥️
What do you use to edit?: Just me! I’m not flawless, but I trust myself more than any automatic service. I consciously choose to ignore several best practices when writing anyway. When I’m not as confident as I would like to be about something new, I may ask someone I trust in fandom to look it over as a one-time thing.
Writing setup: This is my desk right now! That’s a draft of this post on my laptop screen.
I need silence and steady lighting to write, so I set up my ~space~ in our basement. When I get a better desk chair and my cozy chair in here for brainstorming, it will be heaven! 🥰 Need: better record storage, more bookshelves, to paint, a rug instead of one of those Barnes & Noble quote blankets on the floor...
Do you use a beta reader? No. I love the just-right feeling of a good collaboration with (or being!) a beta reader, I’ve had it and it is magic! But it has proven incredibly difficult to find anyone who can be trustworthy long term + available. + interested. adflkjsf
Where do you get your writing inspiration?: Nature, conflict, and consuming other media. Museum trips. New foods. Sometimes dreams!
Can we get a quote from an upcoming WIP?:
Every lord of Kasugayama (even the lord of Kasugayama) had given her fine thread and cloth. It was Yoshimoto who made a quiet gift of needles before she could attempt to find them herself.
They were in a slender little canister, painted blue and cream and gold, and when he placed it in her palm goosebumps bloomed over her arms and legs. One of his hands held hers from below and the other lingered on the other side of the needlecase, close enough for warmth, close enough that she felt like a carefully-captured butterfly. A part of her soul waited to be appraised and wished she had wings.
If you see this and you wanna do it, please do, and please tag me so I can see! I’d love to know more about your process.
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