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yandere!mitsuya takashi x crush!reader

tw: stalking, obsession, threatening remarks, cursing, gaslighting, your normal yan things♡

I’ m not too proud of this piece, but I can’t bring myself to discard. So, here it is if you like it.I also planned to add more friction and more stalking bits but :( I thought it ended on a cute note and didn’t have the heart to keep going. Enjoy what you can♡

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You had been on Mitsuya’s radar for a long long time now.

Ever since grade school, you both ran with different crowds, so it was hard to get close to you. For years, Takashi has watched you from afar. He knows more about you than anyone, he would bet.

He knew what foods you prefer, which foods you hated, and how you like them seasoned. He knew your favorite shows, he watched them all. Which character troupes you fall for (even knew that ‘Big brother type” guys were your thing), your love language, and how you choose to spend that love. he even keeps track of your monthlies … He knew your size in clothing, down to the specific measurements. Don’t ask how. He knew the shampoo you used, how often you showered—- but still, it was never the right chance to actually talk to you.

Mitsuya Takashi was a fool.

He told himself this every, single, day. He was a fool for not befriending you sooner, before you grew into a relationship with some idiot. It made his blood absolutely Boil.

Mitsuya Takashi fucking hated your boyfriend.

Mitsuya Takashi hated your boyfriend more than absolutely anything. At first, he assumes is was a little crush. A fling even, between you two. I mean, he was an obvious dope. No good qualities about him and it was obvious that as time went on, you wanted less and less involvement with the relationship.

It was also obvious you were scared to leave.

He was furious when he would see the two of you holding hands when you’d walk to school, or go on a date. He wasn’t mad at you, you only craved attention. And it was only fair that you should be admired. But he would damn anyone who dared to take you away from him.

It took time, but Mitsuya found a way to control his rage when we witnessed the two of you together. He had been patient for so long, he could wait for this stupid fling to pass.

It was weird though. Mitsuya really did know everything about you. He could tell when you grew bored of a subject in class, he could tell when you lose interest in a series after it became mundane, he knew when you would start to wander. And he could see it, clear as day on your face.

You were becoming more and more impatient, the longer your relationship went on. Of corse he didn’t know all the details, but he did know that you weren’t into it anymore. He knew you were strong enough to break up with the fool anytime you wanted. So why didn’t you?

That thought kept tripping Takashi up for a few days. He too was growing impatient. What was taking you so long to drop the sack of shit?

He simply couldn’t understand. Until one day, you came in with a look he had never. Not once. Seen on your face before.

Fear.

Alarms start to blast in his ears. What did you need to be scared of? Why were you looking over your shoulder like you were avoiding someone? Like you were trying to avoid someone. Like someone was following you.

You’d never caught Takashi stalking you, even an after all these years. He was good at what he did. So this was all the more concerning to him.

By now, you two were older and it was easier to talk to people outside of your group troupe. But he still couldn’t tell if now was the best time to try threading himself into your life. He weighed the options over and over.

There’s nothing to lose, he concluded. Worst case scenario you ignored his friendly advances. Sure, it was better for you to not even know who he was than for you to consider him a creeper, but he was determined.

Mitsuya took note of the times you were and weren’t around the parasitic form that loomed over you, and decided during lunch would be the best opportunity.

“Ah.. um, y/n, right?” Takashi called out to you, gently. You turned, full attention to his lilac gaze. “Yeah.. um… Mitsuba, right?” You asked with a kind smile. A tinge of pain hit him, but he recovered with a playful laugh. “Close, Mitsuya. Mitsuya Takashi.” He introduced himself with a casual bow. You did the same, and waited for him to continue his inquiry.

“Say… you like Tokyo Mew Mew, right?” He asked. He knew you were into it, you had a cute little Pudding* figure dangling from your school bag. It was basically public knowledge. You blushed at his question. It was a bit childish, and being into anime at this time was target enough for bullying. And Mitsuya Takashi looked like a bully.

“I guess…” you muttered, looking away. “Hm.. my little sisters are really into it, you see…” he mentioned, taking in your figure this close nearly made his heart beat out of his chest. He could actually smell you. Touch you, if he was so daring.

“Well, I mean, they really want to see the new movie that’s coming out. I don’t really know anything about it,” he lied. “They said they’re too embarrassed to go with me, and my mom’s too busy with work to take them..” he rubbed the back of his head as though he was about to ask something of you.

Unsure of how to respond to this complete stranger, you shift your gaze between your fiddling hands and his chin, unable to meet his eye.

You knew better than to do that.

“So I figured since you like it, yo-“ before he could fulfill his master plan, you paused him from talking further by placing your hand up gently.

“I’m sorry… I have to go…” you bow, your gaze shifting between something else entirely, and your fiddling fingers.

He could read your face as clear as glass: you were uncomfortable.

Scared.

Mitsuya narrowed his eyes, testing to see if he could tell where your gaze was wondering to. He couldn’t possibly scare you that much, could he?

“Oh, right… um, well, here,” he said sheepishly. “You can still have the ticket, I don’t think I’ll see it on my own. Consider it an apology for taking up your time.” He gave his best charming smile, pushing the movie ticket into your hands before you could refuse. Oh god, he almost gasped at the feel of your soft hands…

Your hands were warm, from all their fiddling. A little clammy, given your nerves. But so soft. Your hands were so soft and he didn’t want to let go. This was definitely a test of his willpower. But the touch lasted less than two seconds, before he traced his finger tips against the back of your nail beds to release you.

Immediately though, as though his touch was painful, your eyes widened like saucers. That same scared look took over, and your gaze again drifted. He pretended not to notice, instead turning on his heal to follow your gaze. “See ya,”

Making his exit, he followed your gaze to a sickening figure that shadowed the hall. The bastard himself; your boyfriend. Mitsuya knew how to read the way he was looking at you. The way he was glaring at you. At you, Mitsuya seethed. He’d expected to see the son of a bitch’s glare directed at him, if anyone.

That glare.

Takashi had to physically take a breath to hold back the blooming hate in his chest.

How Dare he look at you like that?

Mitsuya reminded himself of his surroundings after someone called his name, and suddenly everything was back to full motion. He hadn’t realized how blinded he was just a moment ago.

Still. The gears in his head were processing full throttle. What was he glaring so disgusted about? Why did you force a smile and apologize so sincerely to him? When you had done nothing wrong, what was he obviously blaming you for? And why was it that in one of the hottest days the week forecasted, you had on your long sleeve uniform top? You almost stood out amongst the school of sweaty teenagers.

Slowly each hint lined up perfectly, but still no evidence. There needed to be proof. He couldn’t just kill someone without good reason—-

well, he could, and he Definitely Would.

In fact, he might.

That look he gave you was reason enough.

Despite what one might think, Mitsuya Takashi was a gentleman. He truly loved you. Fully and unconditionally. He’d walked you home from school practically every day. Every day he could, revolving around his sisters and gang, of course.

He could mostly only check on you when you were sleeping, and would leave just after. He never spied on you while changing. Takashi wanted to wait for that.

His heart couldn’t take it, he decided a long time ago. But that was a long time ago.

A lot was taking up his attention these days, though. Toman’s been having a lot more challengers, and Luna was just starting to get into harder mathematics. And Takashi was nothing short of a team player. The best big brother. He had lots of responsibilities, yet he couldn’t help fussing over you too.

Now look, Mitsuya really did want to walk you home everyday. He used to, in fact. But there was just too much he was forcibly needing to attend to. His family always came first. And once the time was right, you would become part of that family. And until then, he had to keep up appearances, responsibilities, and the gang.

Today, Mitsuya decided he had the time to walk you home, too. You walked home with the parasite, but he did like the idea of finding out where he lived, pay a visit perhaps. Unfinished business, and all. He walked a distance, and made sure to keep unseen, until the walk home became a detour to a crowd less street.

That was the only explanation for how he didn’t know about all of this until .. now? Right fucking now?

“Are you trying to hurt me that badly? Really?” your boyfriend sighed, angry and teary eyed.

“No, it isn’t like that,” you tried to explain. “He didn’t mean anything by it. Just a friendly gesture-“

But he cut you off by yelling at you.

“Friendly my ass, he’s been drooling over you for years y/n!”

You rolled your eyes.

“You’re just making that up… I’ve never spoke to him once before today.”

Yet it wasn’t convincing enough. “No, I get it. You told him something you shouldn’t have, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t tell him anything, I …. I haven’t told anyone, I promise.” You seemed to look away.

Mitsuya could see the both of you from his hiding spot, see both of your expressions as you both fought. Finally, you guys actually might break up, and by his unintentional influence? What a dream come true.

Excited, Takashi listened in further, hoping to hear your magic words.

“Really? I think you’re lying.” Your boyfriend nabbed out short.

You gasped sharply when he grabbed you by the root of your hair and tilted your eyes up to face his pissed off look.

“I think you’re trying to leave me behind. You want to leave me so bad. You hate me so much. Wish I would drop dead, even though I’m the one who looks out for you,” he scoffed.

“You would be a target without me. I hear the way the girls gossip about you. How you can’t put together an outfit to save your life. How clumsy you are.”

Your boyfriend gives you a pitiful smile, rolling his thumbs over your cheeks.

“No one talks badly about my baby though. I protect you, I always do.” His expression darkened as he frowned. “But you can’t stand being with me. You just won’t get that stupid idea about breaking up out of your stupid fucking head.”

The whiplash that snapped its way through Takashi’s system was unreal. The wind knocked right through him when he finally caught back up to reality.

Red lights were blaring in Mitsuya’s vision, yet on the outside, aside a hitched breath and a glare that could kill, Takashi was composed and poise. Out on a mission to kill, and he had his prey, and prize both locked in sight.

“Ooi, Y/n-chan,” Mitsuya casually yawned in a greeting to break the muggy tension of the empty school yard.

Your boyfriend visibly rose to full height, which was somewhat taller than Mitsuya. It’s fine. If Mikey has taught anyone anything, it’s to not determine dominance on size.

Takashi Mitsuya was going to rock this guys shit.

“Thought I’d come around to ask if you’d reconsider ‘bout that movie tonight.“ he lied with a sickly sweet smile your direction.

Like your boyfriend simply did not exist in his line of sight.

“Asshole. You got a lot of nerve.” Your boyfriend spoke down to Mitsuya, completely blocking you out of his way.

A nuisance. An obstacle.

—-One that commonly makes your life harder. The same guy who belittled you and kept you complacent. With his threatening words and god knows what else.

“You’re talking to My Girlfriend, I think you’ve forgot.”

“Don’t give a shit who you are,” Takashi whipped back, a look of murder flares his expression red.

“Not’a very respectful way to talk to your partner, someone aught’a teach you some fucking manners.”

Takashi grinned in your boyfriends confused face, the crazed feeling of hate swirled in Mitsuya’s chest, he reminisced in how much he hated the son of a bitch in front of him.

Just before Mitsuya’s instincts took the better of him, and began what would have been a series of combination martial art memoirs. He realized you were still wide eyed and stressed by the conflict before you. He could see you were about to jump in, to try and divert the friction.

Takashi Mitsuya knew what kind of person you were, and loved you for it. Almost instantly, Takashi found himself composed from that wild instinct to kill, from fit in his sheep’s clothing. To be the guy who you needed when things were dicey. Someone reliable to depend on because no one else in this world has ever looked out for you before. Before him.

A fake, kind smile spread on Mitsuya’s expression when he stepped-in uncomfortably close with your boyfriend.

And he whispered.

“You’re going to pay for the shit you’ve done to y/n. She’s not about to see any of that though, you got that you piece of shit?” Takashi’s voice seethed with poison.

“Get the fuck out of here before I dislocate your fucking femur. I swear to god, I can make it look like you just passed out while you lay here winded and unable to call for help while you can’t feel anything below your fucking-“

“M-Mitsuya…” you called out, feigning confidence.

He loved that look.

Mitsuya patted on your boyfriend’s shoulder, soon to bask in the look of primal fear sweating through his shirt. “What.. the fuck is wrong with you? Fu-fucking psycho…” your boyfriend sighed, fumbling to make a few feet distance between him and Mitsuya.

“Please… no more tonight, seriously!” You spoke up, taking a belittled stance closer to your boyfriend.

But Mitsuya gently took your free hand, halting you further.

“Y/n… he’s ready to back off, you don’t have to keep hiding behind him.” He spilled out, his words catching on to your boyfriend as he high tailed his way out from your sights. “I don’t have to be anything to you, but I can’t sit quietly while I know you’re hurting like this. I won’t. So please, let me look out for you, unconditionally.”

“I meant it when I said my little sisters were into Tokyo Mew Mew,” Mitsuya chuckled to ease the awkward tension, pulling out his extra tickets. “Only part I lied ‘bout was not knowing much about it. Binged it the other week, ‘n I’m actually caught up and pretty stoked to see this movie, too.”

“We can still make it, if you’re up for it.”

#here it is anyway #I’m not proud of it though #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #mitsuya imagines #mitsuya x reader #toman mitsuya #tokyo revengers takashi mitsuya #mitsuya takashi #takashi mitsuya #mitsuya takashi x reader #yandere #soft yandere #manga

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fight-me-for-an-appl3 · 3 months

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concept: jonah magnus bodyhops into the form of a woman and instead of having dysphoria, they have sudden gender euphoria.

*insert panicked old white man person having a gender crisis*

#someone has probably already said this #but eh #here it is anyway #jonah magnus #elias bouchard #tma #the magnus archives #trans #transgender #cartwheeling

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lovelenivy · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: House M.D. Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gregory House/James Wilson Characters: Gregory House, James Wilson (House M.D.) Additional Tags: ambiguous timeline, set either late s2 or s3, Porn Watching, Bets & Wagers, Gay Chicken, Masturbation, Mutual Pining, Mutual Masturbation, Based on a Tumblr Post, First Kiss, graphic description of porn, like the one they're watching, Angst, Greg House is Bad With Emotions, Awkward Sexual Situations, POV Greg House, POV Third Person Limited, I don't really know what this is, but i had to write it, the case talked about isn't a canon one, James Wilson is Bad With Emotions, Lack of Communication, Feelings Realization Series: Part 1 of you're not saying you're in love with me (but you're going to) Summary:

House had a pretty rough day and he was looking forward to some time alone to unwind.

And by unwind, he means he'd pop a couple of Vicodin, maybe have a drink or two, and then he'd jerk off to the porno he rented the other day before collapsing into bed to pass out for a few hours before the pain in his leg spikes and inevitably wakes him up. Now he technically could do those things with Wilson still here, but it might get a little weird when it gets to the part where House's hand is down his own pants and there's porn playing on the TV.

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dedicated to @housethemd !!

#house md #hilson #my writing #ahhh idk if I like this fic #I did at first but not so much now #here it is anyway #<3

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frogmanfae · 2 months

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Something about Fiddler on the Roof that you don't actually see a ton of in older shows is that the couples who get married during the show are all so genuinely in love from both sides. (I'm ranting about all 3 of them under the cut be warned)

Tzeitel and Motel were risking so much by going against the tradition and getting married, especially Tzeitel because she was the woman and their customs saw daughters as someone to be controlled, especially through marriage. Tzeitel could have married rich, she had the opportunity, but she loved Motel. As for Motel's love, he sings a whole giddy song about this miracle performed by god himself. "Of all god's miracles large and small, the most miraculous one of all, is the one I thought could never be, god has given you to me" like are you joking? If someone said this to me I'd be head over heels too. Tevye even said "they are so happy they don't see how miserable they are" meaning they are poor and struggle a lot, but they're so happy together it doesn't matter, and that's pretty beautiful.

Hodel went to Siberia to be with Perchik after he got arrested and they weren't even married yet. "Leaving the home I love there where my heart has settled long ago, I must go, I MUST go. Who could image I'd be wandering so far from the home I love. Yet, there with my love, I'm home" She completely redefined what home was to her. He made her grow and opened her eyes and she has dreams bigger than Anatevka now. Perchik's character in general is the only one who thinks women are people (an actual line) so when he asks her to marry him, he wouldn't do that if he saw her as property. In fact, he might have been the only one who didn't see her as property. His song to her was so deeply open that it makes the audience feel the love between two actors that might not even have real love (if performed properly). "I have something that I would die for, something that I would live for too" loving someone so much that you will REFUSE to die because of them is not a trope explored enough, especially considering that Perchik was arrested in Siberia a few weeks later. "Now I have everything. Not only everything, I have a little bit more. Besides having everything, I know what everything's for" SHES HIS CLARITY SHE GIVES MEANING TO EVERYTHING HES EVER WORKED FOR COME ON

I feel like I don't even have to talk about Chava and Fyedka. Chava literally got disowned for Fyedka and she knew it would happen. She gained absolutely nothing from marrying him if not happiness. And Fyedka likely faced a lot of back lash from his peers for marrying her as well off stage/off screen. In the end, he even moved out of Anatevka because he didn't like that the people living there could push people out based on religion and nothing more. They both gave up everything for each other.

#nobody is following me for fiddler on the roof content #here it is anyway #fiddler on the roof #rants n rambles

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xensblog · 3 months

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these are cool songs so I drew em?

link to og songs, both belong to sodikken, art is mine.

Misery Meat

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People Eater

#art #traditional art #artists on tumblr #people eater #misery meat #sodikken #who else likes them?#idk #here it is anyway

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shutupdevvie · 5 months

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~ vengeance is a bow and arrows only justice when fired ~

#okay do not like this one as much but #here it is anyway #gotta clear out my drafts

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pinatadoodles · 1 year

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Harpy Gee - Trick or Treat!

#harpy gee #wanted to do halloween art but was late #here it is anyway #pinatadoodles #fanart #digital art #illustration

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kittensarecutee · 11 months

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🫣 now that I'm getting back into shape a little, I bought my first bikini in 15 years 🥹

(I still feel like a potato, but that's okay 🥲)

Don't mind my face 💁‍♀️ I spent all day outside and got sleepy 💕

#me #dont mind me #l still feel weird about it 🥲#oh well #here it is anyway

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lalalychee · 1 year

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art vs artist

#my art #art vs artist #art vs artist 2022 #is this a thing that people are doing on tumblr or is it just ig and twt lmao #here it is anyway

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mpregjamesdiamond · 2 years

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#i forgot i had recorded this part lol #here it is anyway #tony dalton #better call saul #lalo salamanca #video #vince gilligan #peter gould

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marlynnofmany · 2 years

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Just Like A Human Tale

Kythaela was having a lovely outing in the woods, practicing leaf enchantments with a friend, until her pet fursnake ran off yet again.

“Rascal, get back here!” Kythaela scolded as the fursnake disappeared into the bushes, a streak of silver fur and excited chattering. “No chasing birds!”

“Go ahead and catch him,” said her friend Aerendyl, his hands full of complicated magic. “I’ll be right there.” Leaves spun in a reverse pattern as he carefully disengaged from the spell.

“He shouldn’t be far,” Kythaela said. She leapt forward, convincing the bushes to move with more insistence than politeness. She would apologize to them on her way back. For now, she ran through the opening, looking for silver. “Rascal!”

She didn’t find him among the bushes, or in the undergrowth beyond. His chattering was much more distant than it had any right to be. Kythaela swore to put him on a lead as soon as she caught up, and never take him outside again until he matured a bit. He was happily chasing something, getting much too far away.

When Kythaela finally caught up, it was because Rascal was trying to reach something in the air above him, instead of ahead of him. But that wasn’t what made Kythaela stop in shock.

He was on the bridge over a pit trap, leaping merrily upward with disregard for the hexes that lay below.

“Rascal!” Kythaela shouted, her voice breaking. “Come here! Now!”

But the fursnake was too caught up in leaping for the handful of fluttering shapes that taunted him from above. He gave up on the strength of his many tiny legs, and tried striking snake-fashion, but that only got him closer to the edge of the walkway.

The carnivorous pixie-wasps had just enough intelligence to be doing this on purpose.

Kythaela scooped up a handful of fallen leaves and enchanted them on the fly, launching one after the other with daggerlike speed. She didn’t hit any of the pixie-wasps, but she got close enough that most of them fled.

A single fast one remained, zipping about Rascal’s head and causing him to coil into a dizzying spiral. Kythaela shouted again, but they both ignored her. She didn’t want to risk hurting Rascal, so she held the last of the leaves and sprang forward, looking for an opening as she passed the railing and stepped onto the footbridge.

The walkway should have held her up, letting her cross with typical elvish grace. But then, the trap should have caught all the pixie-wasps by now, and it should have gotten some upkeep before the hex started eating into the strength of the bridge itself.

The crack when it broke was thunderous. Kythaela fell with a scream, disappearing into the hole along with Rascal, the bridge, and triumphant chirps from the pixie-wasp, which only now followed the others away.

Kythaela lay at the bottom with one ankle radiating more pain than she’d ever felt from a single body part. There were bruises too, but those were forgettable. She needed to get a healing spell going before she did anything else. Rascal wove across the dirt floor as she tried to focus in the dim light.

Focusing was difficult. At first she thought it was because of the pain, but the realization slowly dawned on her.

This is an antimagic trap, she thought in dawning horror. I can’t get out.

With a distressed chirrup, Rascal twined around her, snuggling for comfort. His silvery fur looked a dull gray already. Kythaela stroked him and felt tears prick at her eyes.

“Help,” she called. “Aerendyl, can you hear me? Heeeeelp!”

There might have been a faint answer, but she couldn’t be sure. All she heard was her own heartbeat and a breeze that made all the leaves rattle enough to cover many sounds.

“Traitorous leaves,” Kythaela muttered as her ankle throbbed. She twisted carefully, hissing in pain, and found with tentative fingers that there was significant swelling already. She wanted to take her shoe off, but pulling hurt sent spikes of pain up her leg, so she gave up trying.

Rascal chirped.

“What now?” Kythaela asked him thickly. “All the advice about dealing with antimagic just says ‘don’t.’” Her whole body felt heavier in a deeply alarming way.

Rascal unwound and scurried across the floor of the pit. Kythaela looked around, taking in the sights, such as they were.

Dirt walls and floor, a fallen footbridge that had snapped into two planks, a silken rope that had once held bait underneath, and many husks of pixie-wasps, long dead.

“Rascal! Leave it!” she scolded the fursnake, as he nosed among the husks. He obeyed her perfectly now, weaving back to coil atop her knee. “Good job,” she told him drily. Thankfully this was her good leg, not the one pulsing with agony.

She had to get out somehow. Magic wouldn’t work, rescue was uncertain; what did that leave her?

Two planks and one rope. She refused to count the husks among her assets.

Maybe I can… she thought as she gauged the height of the walls, and the length of the planks. “Hey Rascal, do you think those will hold any weight? They broke before, but what if…?”

The fursnake didn’t answer her questions, though he obligingly moved out of the way when she struggled upright. It was more of a struggle than it should have been. That antimagic was brutal.

But Kythaela was determined. With one hand on the crumbling wall and her injured foot dangling painfully, she grabbed the end of a plank and pulled. It was heavier than it should have been. But it moved. By the time she got it braced against the wall, she was covered in sweat and breathing hard.

“Care to test it for me?” she asked Rascal. When she tapped the surface, he slithered up the new ramp, tiny legs struggling much like she had.

The ramp slipped. It didn’t fall far, but the fursnake weighed much less than she did. Especially down here, where the very air hurt.

“Okay, we can fix this,” Kythaela told her pet. “We just need that part too.” She eyed the other plank, which was lying far out of reach, and she considered hopping over to it. She didn’t consider for long. Instead, she sat back down and crab-walked across the pit, doing her absolute best not to jostle her injury. Even moving carefully, she had to stop and breathe deeply for a few moments once she got there.

With stubbornness, panic, and a determination to ignore the scattered pixie-wasp husks on the floor, Kythaela wrestled the second plank into place where it would brace the first against the far wall. Rascal ran another test for her, and it held.

But it was too steep for her to scoot up with one bad leg. Kythaela looked around for other ideas, and immediately saw the bait rope.

It came untied easily from the hook on the underside of the angled plank. It had a loop at one end that had once held meat, and would now be the perfect size to catch on the railing post at the edge of the pit.

Throwing it was awkward. Very awkward. She took more tries than she would ever admit, but she finally did it. The rope was looped over a railing at the end of her ramp, and she held it in a solid grip.

“Come along, Rascal,” she said with forced cheer. “Up we go.”

The fursnake climbed up to drape himself about her shoulders like a ticklish scarf. She knelt on one knee with the other leg hanging off the side, and began the laborious process of pulling herself upwards. Hand over hand, slide with the knee. Up, forward. Deep breaths. Steady for the sake of the ankle. Focus on the top of the ramp, not on how much it would hurt if it snapped again.

It snapped again.

She was almost at the top, and she screamed in frustration as much as startlement. But as the plank fell away, she clutched the rope and kicked out her good leg, slamming a toehold in the dirt wall.

The bridge crashed down for a second time, and pain from her ankle sent shockwaves through her, but she didn’t lose her grip.

Rascal squealed in her ear. She winced, but considered herself lucky that he was remembering not to tighten around her neck. That much training had stuck, at least.

And he had the right idea.

“Help! Heeeeeeelp! Can anyone hear me?”

This time she heard a voice over the chorus of leaves. “Kythaela? Where are you?”

“Over here!”

“Where?”

“Here!”

This back-and-forth continued until Kythaela convinced Rascal to climb up the rope and go find Mister Friendly-Snack. He didn’t take much convincing. One twirl around the rope, even with dampened speed, and he was away through the leaves.

Kythaela focused on breathing, with the occasional shouted “Here,” while she waited for her pet to bring the rescue.

“Kyth?” asked Aerendyl’s voice. Dirt fell past her as he leaned over the edge of the hole.

“Careful!” she said. “Don’t fall in!”

“I won’t,” he promised. “Is that antimagic? Are you okay?”

Kythaela gritted her teeth. “No, I’m not. I think my ankle’s broken. Can you get me out, please?”

Aerendyl dithered, trying several spells that fizzled the moment they sank past the rim, then he lay down and started pulling on the rope.

Kythaela didn’t think it would work, and it barely did, thanks only to the softness of the dirt that let her get one toehold after another, without crumbling when she put weight on them. Aerendyl pulled each time she stood. Finally she was able to reach out and grab the post, and he gave up on the rope to pull her out by arms and shirt and belt. She only banged her ankle a little.

The two friends lay among dry leaves, catching their breath while Rascal wove excited patterns around them.

Just as Aerendyl started to ask if she was okay again, Kythaela declared, “That was such a human tale right there.”

“Huh?”

Still lying prone, Kythaela raised a hand to tick points off on her fingers. “No magic. Big problem. Clever solution, if I do say so myself, with limited resources. Even a last-minute disaster, and success anyway, still with no magic! It’s hard to get more human tale than that!” She let her hands fall.

“Good point,” Aerendyl said, sitting up. “That antimagic is a problem though, if you’re badly hurt. It doesn’t go away quickly.”

“Yeah, and you reached into it too — what’s wrong with your ears?”

“What?” Aerendyl asked, whipping a hand up to feel the shape of an ear that was dramatically less pointed than it had been earlier. “Not again,” he whispered.

“Again?” Kythaela demanded. She raised up onto her elbows. “What again?”

“Long story,” Aerendyl said, waving a hand casually. “Just a mishap. But. Um.” He looked at her swelling ankle, and back at the pit, and up at the sky where the sun was much lower than it had been earlier. “Magic won’t fix your ankle yet,” he said.

“Yes,” Kythaela admitted. “I know that. I’m trying not to worry about that. One disaster at a time. Your point?”

“We need somebody who can heal without magic,” Aerendyl said, leaping to his feet.

“And you know someone like that?” Kythaela asked. She sat up to watch her friend select a leafy branch from a tree, separate it with a brutal wrench and an apology, then come running back with it dragging behind him.

“Pretty sure I do!” he said eagerly. “Climb on! My levitation is garbage at the best of times, and useless now, and this is faster than hopping!”

“Where did you pick up this trick?” Kythaela asked as she settled onto the leaves with Rascal about her shoulders again. She grabbed the thickest part of the branch.

Aerendyl whispered, “I’ve been researching family history!” He straightened up and started pulling, picking up speed across the leafy ground. “There’s a hidden portal not far from here!”

Kythaela twisted to stare at the back of her friend’s head. “Your family has a history of working without magic, and they live behind a portal?”

Aerendyl grinned back at her, his eyes looking less purple and more brown all the time. “Today’s human tale isn’t over! You’re going to love some of the food. Though you probably shouldn’t eat the salt.”

Kythaela’s “What??” echoed through the trees as they headed for a place where many things were possible without magic.

Thanks to @flashfictionfridayofficial and @stories-by-rie for the prompt! I know it’s late, but I wanted to write it anyway.

It’s a sequel to this one, the story of a random half-elf versus Jeff Bezos.

#my writing #flash fiction friday #yes I'm fully aware that today is not Friday #here it is anyway #this was worth writing #humans are weird + fairyland

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Bane Timeline (Pt 1)

(under the cut for long post)

Origin

The revolution is lost, the rebels are sent to prison. The mercenary Edmund Dorrance escapes, leaving Irie Ramira Martín, a Santa Priscan native and commander of a provincial cell, behind and pregnant.

Irie Martín is arrested and tried for her crimes against the Santa Priscan government, and her unborn child is tried for the crimes of their father. If the baby is born male, he is sentenced to serve his father's sentence in Peña Duro.

Birth and Childhood (0 - 6 years old)

The baby is born male within the walls of Peña Duro: Bémbé Arecibo Dorrance Martín. He is sentenced to life imprisonment for the aiding and abetting of traitors of the Santa Priscan Government. There is no paperwork filed on his birth. There is no proof that such a boy exists outside of the prison.

To ensure his survival, and to serve her own sentence, Irie is sentenced to serve with her son until the age of 10, when she will be freed, and Bémbé will be released into the general population.

Bémbé and his mother are sequestered to the infirmary ward while he is in infancy, and as he grows into a toddler. His sole possession is a teddy bear called Osito. This is where he meets the man known as Zombie, sentenced to work in this ward for 30 years.

Bémbé is unaware of any other life. He uses the prison as an elaborate playground. He carries Osito everywhere he goes, witnessing all manner of villainy in secret, and growing increasingly desensitized. Irie does not often call her son by his name, and so Zombie does not know it. Irie is losing the battle to her depression by the day. The physician on staff does not notice.

Irie is almost entirely non-verbal by the time Bémbé is five years old. He has all but forgotten his birth name, and is used to being called Niño by prison staff and Zombie. It is clear his mother will not survive her sentence.

Irie dies the year her son turns six, and is denied a Christian burial. The warden makes him watch as the guards throw her body to the sharks. He does not allow himself to cry.

Creation

Immediately after her death, the boy is relocated to the general population. His first night, the inmate he has for a neighbor invites him to come work for him, and threatens to see him in the morning.

As promised, the man, Puerco, grabs him, and claims they will be friends. Trogg intervenes in the defense of the child, and a scuffle ensues. The boy is knocked from the second story walkway onto the concrete below and enters a 31-day coma.

He has one, long, vivid dream in which he follows Osito to his future and Ideal Self, who claims that he will be a paragon, and a living embodiment of human superiority. He idealizes the blood of his unknown father, and claims that if the boy is able to conquer fear, nothing will stop him from becoming master of all.

Upon waking, and a brief recovery period, the boy returns to Puerco, and asks if he would still like for him to work for him. He carves the inmate up with a shiv, and returns to his cell. The guards find Puerco's body, and the boy covered in blood. The warden calls him a bane to everything holy. And so he is named.

Bane tells the warden that he'd spoken to his mother in his dreams, and that those below stokes a special fire for him. This shakes the warden, and Bane is sentenced to the cavidad obscuro, and told he will not see the sun again until his cuffs fit snug and there is hair on his chest.

The Cavidad Obscuro (6 - 17 years old)

The door to the cell is welded shut with Bane inside. It is underground and below sea level. Each night it floods with water, and he must swim to surface to survive. His only source of food are rats and the sea life that ends up inside the chamber during high tide. He survives on hate and the vision of his future.

Bane learns to track the days by the tide, to catch fish with his teeth, to exercise, and to meditate. He hears no voice but his own for over 4000 days, and learns to find comfort in the silence and the dark. He spends most days in his mind finding different ways to kill his imagination’s embodiment of fear -- a giant demon bat.

Bane embarrasses the warden by refusing to die, and after more than ten years, is released back into general population in the hope that someone will kill him for the murder of Puerco. Instead, the inmates welcome him as a legend, and sought his favor.

Peña Duro and the Venom Trials (17 - 31 years old )

After his release from the cavidad obsuro, and gaining the favor of the majority of inmates, Bane begins building a network, starting with Trogg -- the man who had defended him as a child -- and operating in the prison on good behavior.

Bane meets Bird, a new inmate from Gotham, who trades information for Bane’s protection in Peña Duro. Bird becomes Bane’s closest companion, and teaches him to read. Bird is the first to tell Bane of Gotham City.

Bane’s good behavior allows him access to the prison library, once a monastery, and a visiting priest called Father Orestes. Bane’s academic prowess sharply increases, and he consumes three books a day, using his network to smuggle in more of any and every topic he can. He speaks with Father Orestes about history, books, and the world for hours at a time.

Father Orestes is blinded by an inmate, Tigre, and can no longer visit. Bane crushes Tigre’s skull in retribution.

While discussing Gotham, Bane asks who controls the city. Bird tells Bane about Batman and, believing his dreams of the demon bat to be a sign, Bane becomes obsessed with one day finding and destroying the Bat. This becomes the foundation for his plan to eventually escape.

With new arrivals to Peña Duro, Bane is forced repeatedly to defend his status as the inmate’s de facto leader. He is also consistently the one to end fights, and riots, by way or murder. The warden has no problem with this solution, and is happy to watch inmates kill each otherr

The government of Santa Prisca installs a new laboratory in the medical wing of Peña Duro. Zombie bears witness to the first venom trials.

During a particularly violent riot, Bane’s body count exceeds thirty men. This concerns the warden, and the guards use their weapons to take him down and move him to solitary confinement.

After another inmate dies during the venom trials, the scientists request the warden bring them a strong candidate. Bane, having just been placed in solitary, is selected.

Bane survives multiple variants of the drug, and several rounds of trials. Once the scientists are satisfied with his progress, they install implants in his skull with lines fed directly into his brain. This permanently alters Bane’s mind, and his physiology, bringing both to conditions to a superior standing. Bane understands this as a step toward his ideal self.

Bane and Zombie, reunited after many years, hatch a plot to escape Peña Duro. Zombie steals the recipe for Venom, and recreates it on his own, in anticipation of Bane’s plan.

Bane fakes his death on the surgical table, willing his heartbeat below the threshold the machines can detect. He is presumed dead, and thrown to the sharks from the same cliff his mother had been decades before.

Bane survives this, and returns to Peña Duro. He kidnaps the warden, and holds him for ransom. The Santa Priscan government agrees to his demands to save the warden’s life.

Bane, Zombie, Bird, and Trogg board a military helicopter. Once airborne, Bane gives the warden Osito, and throws him to the sharks.

The team heads for Gotham.

Knightfall (tbh idk I’m pretty sure this whole event only took like a month in-world)

I’m not explaining all that there’s a whole comic about it so we’re gonna rapid fire this

Bane gets to Gotham

Bane takes control of the gangs

Bane blows up the side of Arkham, setting Batman’s worst enemies free

Bane runs Batman through the Gauntlet

Bane figures out who Batman is

Bane lets Bruce get mentally broken down

Bane shows up at his hows and physically breaks Batman over his knee

Azrael takes over

Robin and Azrael beat Bane’s crew

Bane beats Azrael

Azrael upgrades their gear

Bane gets his ass kicked, and his venom feed destroyed. Asks to be killed.

Bane gets sent to Blackrock, along with the rest of the Rogue’s Gallery Batman had rounded up, since Arkham is under construction

Blackrock (32ish? Years Old?)

Bane is near-catatonic in Blackgate prison for the duration of Azrael’s tenure as Batman. When Bruce returns to the mantle, by some premonition, Bane senses his return, and likewise makes a return to his fully lucidity.

During his time at Blackgate, Bane is peaceful, and attends therapy without issue. He is still recovering from the venom in his system, and has sporadic withdrawals.

This, his previous catatonia, and his subsequent weight gain, makes him a target for inmates who have grown accustomed to his time being unresponsive.

KGBeast picks and wins a fight with him, sending him to the infirmary for several weeks.

While unconscious, he dreams of his younger self speaking, but saying nothing he can hear.

While being held in the infirmary, Bane witnesses another prisoner dealing with the effects of venom.

His therapist makes the mistake of gifting him a stuffed bear, believing his recurring dream of Osito coming to his rescue is an opportunity for Bane to begin healing from his trauma. It has the opposite effect, and revitalizes his instincts.

Bane realizes his fellow inmates, too, are enemies of Batman, and hatches another escape plan.

Once again hiding a shiv in the teddy bear, and knowing that carrying the bear will be the spark of a fight, Bane murders an instigator, and is sent to solitary, where he makes use of the peace with exercise and meditation, as he did in the cavidad obscuro. He is sent rats from Ratcatcher to communicate, and smuggle food and information.

While in solitary, his dream of his former self offers the word ‘inocente’, driving Bane to absolve himself of his actions while under venom’s hold, and consider himself even with Batman.

Upon his release, he re-establishes dominance over KGBeast, and recruits him to his cause.

Bane checks himself back into the infirmary, citing a vitamin deficiency, and utilizes the strength of his newfound allies to escape the prison. He swims back to Gotham, and is presumed by police to have drowned in the riptide.

Once in Gotham, he hunts down the supplier of street venom, and meets with Batman again -- this time on the same side of the fight. Bane decries his innocence, Batman declares he will send Bane back to Blackgate, and Bane escapes.

Empowered by his self-proclaimed innocence, Bane uses his freedom to seek his father, and make him answer for his sentence.

#tiktok voice: like for part two #askljd no I'm splitting it up cause it's huge but god #I'm sure there's a way to condense this and not all of this information is necessary or relevant to anyone but me but askljd #here it is anyway #long post #headcanons #Editors Note || Analysis

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