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vs-redemption · 4 years

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Hi, its me! Im sorry for bothering you! How would Bakugou, Aizawa, and Iida react if some random kid, who had their eyes but different hair, who looks homeless and IS homeless, knockef on their door and said 'hey, do you know *insert womans name*? Youre my dad apparently' and it turns iut it was a woman they had a flimg with, who left them, and went on to abusr their kid? Like severely? Its just me projecting lol. Im so sorry have a great day!

A/N: I noticed that @madkaleidoscope got almost the same request while going through the my hero tags, so please check out their post HERE for another take on the same idea.

A Surprise Meeting (Bakugo, Iida, and Aizawa meet their abused child)

You can read the same scenario for Todoroki and Dabi HERE You can read the same scenario for Hawks, Fatgum, and Shigaraki Here

Warning:⚠️Mentions of child abuse and homelessness. Also, swearing for Bakugo!⚠️

Bakugo

“What the hell do you mean they were offended?” Bakugo growls at his manager through the phone propped up on his shoulder as he aggressively chops up vegetables for the stew he was making. “Instead of being grateful that I saved their asses, they decided to file a complaint against me huh?”

The underpaid person on the other end launches into an explanation about why a top ranked pro hero should avoid yelling out expletives while fighting villains in front of a crowd of civilians. Apparently it wasn’t an appropriate way to behave in front of impressionable children and elderly folks. Bakugo rolled his eyes as he continued cooking. He’d heard this spiel a hundred times before. He’d honestly worked hard over the years to improve the way he directly interacted with the innocent people he fought to protect every day, but he couldn’t help but get a little overzealous in the moment when taking down bad guys.

Bakugo clicked his tongue in annoyance when his doorbell suddenly rang. He wiped his hands off on a towel before going to tell off whoever it was that was interrupting his very limited free time. It was bad enough he was already getting an earful from his manger while he was trying to relax. He ripped open the door and felt a hint of surprise when he had to lower his angry red eyes to find the unexpected visitor. It was a little girl.

“What the hell?” Bakugo leaned out of the doorway a bit to look for an adult that might be accompanying the child but she seemed to be all alone. His manager paused their lecture to ask if he was all right. “Yeah, but I’m going to have to call you back,” Bakugo hangs up the phone and looks back at the little girl who was glaring up at him with familiar red eyes. Her long dark hair was dirty and matted. She had scrapes and bruises all over her arms and face.

“Do you need help or something?” Bakugo asks awkwardly as he tries to slip into his comforting hero voice. “Where are your parents?”

“Mommy left and didn’t come back,” the little girl scowls and crosses her arms. She then tells Bakugo her mother’s name, causing the man to freeze up in shock at the implication. “She said you were my daddy.” Bakugo just stands speechless for a few moments as his brain tries to catch up with what he’d just heard. He knew the girl’s mom, but he hadn’t seen her in about four years. They’d had a bit of a summer romance right at the beginning of his hero career before she’d suddenly disappeared, never to be heard from again.

Bakugo lets his eyes scan over the little girl once more. He couldn’t deny she had his eyes and his scowl. He felt irritated that his summer fling hadn’t even had the decency to tell him she’d gotten pregnant. He squats down to look more closely at the dirt and injuries all over the girl’s body.

“Who did this to you?” he asks, trying to keep the gruffness from his voice. Some emotion cracks through the little girl’s false bravado then and she looks down at her bare feet shyly.

“Mommy…” she whispers. Bakugo takes a deep breath to calm the rage that boiled up inside him and offers a hand to the little girl.

“Mommy left me too,” he confesses. “But she’s not going to hurt either of us ever again, okay?” The little girl looks up at her dad, a tentative hope blossoming in her eyes. Bakugo knew this was going to impact his life in a huge way, but at the moment he only cared about getting to know his daughter and making up for lost time. “Are you hungry?” The little girl nods her head eagerly and he leads her into his apartment. He would get her cleaned up and fed before getting started on all the legal stuff he’d undoubtedly have to endure before she could really be his daughter completely. His mind was already coming up with ways to fit parenting into his work schedule though, and he found himself looking forward to spending as much time with his little girl as possible.

Iida

Iida assumed he was going to have another normal morning as he sat at his desk, looking over his patrol route for the day. He’d taken over his family’s hero agency not too long ago, but he was already used to the daily routine. All the experiences he’d lived through during high school, not to mention growing up in a family of heroes, had prepared him for most scenarios he would encounter as a pro. He had no reason to suspect that anything out of the ordinary would happen, even as he heard the knock on his office door.

“Come in,” he calls out while standing up to start putting on his hero costume. The door blasts open and a young girl runs into the room.

“Daddy!” she shouts as she runs right up to him and throws her arms around his waist. Iida looks down at the girl in shock before glancing towards the door where one of his sidekicks stood looking as confused as he felt.

“Sorry for the intrusion,” the sidekick says a bit awkwardly. “One of the interns found her wandering outside. She was asking people to help her find you, her dad.”

Iida wanted to deny the claim immediately. He would definitely know if he had a child, especially one who looked to be around eight years old. The idea became a lot less preposterous as he looked back down at the girl. Her hair color was as white as snow, a complete contrast to his dark blue. The thing that gave him pause were the two legs sticking out from under the dirty skirt the girl was wearing. Her legs looked skinny, too skinny, aside from her calves which had tiny exhaust pipes sticking out of them. The girl looks up at him after a moment to meet his gaze. His breathe catches in his throat at her blue eyes and checkmark shaped eyebrows that were iconic to the Iida family.

“Uh, thank you,” Iida felt flustered as he looks back at his sidekick who was blatantly starting at him in shock. “I’ll handle this from here. Do you mind asking someone to take over my patrol?” The sidekick accepts the job and hurries off, leaving Iida alone with the girl. Part of him felt really embarrassed that this had happened in front of his coworkers. He couldn’t imagine what they must think of him now. He definitely didn’t seem like the type to be involved with something that could be perceived as scandalous.

“What is your mother’s name?” Iida asks, even though he was sure he already knew. The list of possibilities was very small. The little girl goes up on her tiptoes and Iida bends down to meet her so she can whisper in his ear. He sighs heavily at the name that falls from her lips. It was just further confirmation that this wasn’t some crazy misunderstanding. The information settles into his mind. He was a father.

“Please don’t make me go back to her though,” the girl’s eyes brim with tears as she searches Iida’s face for comfort. “She’s scary.” Iida understood how the girl felt. If given the option, he would choose never to see that woman again either. She had only dated him for a brief time, pretending to be in love with him in order to take advantage of his fame until she found someone higher up in the ranks to seduce. He had been so shocked and heart broken when she’d left him so suddenly, but now there was no way to hide from that mistake of his past.

“Why do you say she’s scary?” Iida asks while putting a hand on the girl’s shoulder. She winces and flinches away from his touch. He narrows his eyes in concern and asks her to roll up her sleeves. His heart fills with sadness at the welts marring her frail arms. “I see,” he frowns. “I promise you won’t have to see her again if you don’t want to, but can you tell me where she lives?”

“I don’t know. We always have to sleep outside,” the girl explains warily, painting a rather sad image of her life.

“Well that just won’t do,” he pats her on the head. “I’m going to make sure you have a comfy, warm bed to sleep in from now on.” The girl’s face lights up happily and she hugs Iida even tighter. The shame he’d felt initially was gone now, replaced by a determination to provide his daughter with the best life possible.

Aizawa

Between all his hero work and being a full time teacher, Aizawa’s opportunities to simply sleep for a couple consecutive hours were few and far between. He took any chance he could to just shut his eyes and rest for a while. Tonight he’d hoped to get a decent amount of sleep in before having to wake up at the crack of dawn to attend a UA staff meeting. However, it seemed fate had other plans for him.

It was around one in the morning when a knock on his front door pulled him from the depths of his much needed slumber. He rubbed the exhaustion from his eyes as he rolled out of bed, not even having the energy to be annoyed. “Who is it?” He asks while putting on his slippers and shuffling over to the door. There was no answer, so he pressed his face up to the peep hole. He let out a groan when he saw a random kid standing outside. If this was some kind of prank, he wasn’t sure he had the strength of mind to deal with it at this hour. He already put up with a whole class of teenagers every day who drained him of every drop of patience he had.

“Can I help you?” Aizawa mumbles after opening the door. The young boy in front of him looked to be about thirteen years old. The ends of his dark burgundy hair were frayed and had been cut sloppily as if he’d done it himself. He had outgrown his clothes a while ago, and they appeared uncomfortably small on his skinny frame. The poor kid looked extremely dirty and smelled even worse.

“Do you know this woman?” the haggard boy holds out an old photograph of a person Aizawa recognized immediately. It had been a very long time, but he’d never forget the face of the first woman he’d ever been with. He’d been so young and naïve at the time, and he still felt bitter toward the friend who’d set him up with a woman with such an atrocious personality. Aizawa knew right then and there that he wasn’t going to be getting back to sleep anytime soon.

“This is my mother,” the boy states the obvious fact. “And apparently you’re my dad.” Aizawa had no reason not to believe him as he looked into the boy’s tired eyes that matched his own. It was clear that life had not been kind to the kid so far.

“Come on in,” Aizawa invites his son inside, deciding to wait to involve the proper authorities until morning. “You can take a hot shower, and I think I have some leftovers we can heat up.”

“A shower?” the boy looked overwhelmed, as if the promise of a shower was more than he’d ever dared to hope for. Aizawa was growing more concerned with each passing second.

“Where is your mother now?” He asks and the boy shrugs.

“I haven’t seen her in a couple weeks,” he states as if that were normal. “I think she met some new guy.” That was enough to put Aizawa’s teeth on edge.

“Where have you been staying then?” he asks.

“Wherever I can,” the boy replies, sounding embarrassed. “Park benches, bus stops, train stations…” Aizawa was horrified. What kind of person left their child to survive in those conditions? Why hadn’t she ever reached out to him for help?

“What are these?” Aizawa reaches out to snatch up the boys arm. Now that he was inside where the lighting was better, he could see strange scars and scabs covering his skin.

“Cigarette burns,” the boy pulls his arm away and averts his eyes. “Mom thought it would make people more willing to help when I had to beg for money.” Aizawa felt his eyes fill with tears at the words, and he doesn’t think twice before pulling his son into his arms. The boy returns the embrace, clinging to Aizawa as if he feared the man might disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

“What’s going to happen now?” the boy asks fearfully after he calms down a bit.

“You’re more than welcome to stay with me,” Aizawa finds himself accepting the role of father rather quickly. He was already responsible for so many kids already, he didn’t see the harm in adding one more to the list. “If that’s something you’re comfortable with.”

“Yes, please!” The boy nods his head, looking ecstatic as he wiped away his tears. Aizawa nods his head and pats his son on the shoulder.

“Well then kid,” he says with a small smile. “Welcome home.”

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the-voltage-diaries · 4 years

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I’m only one call away, I’ll be there to save the day - Daisuke Kambe x Haru Katou

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This is the literal definition of self indulgence I’m not even kidding you.

And I totally did not write the last 1/3rd of it in a car because I didn’t have the patience to get home.

And this is unedited. So if you find errors please spare my humble life. I LITERALLY WROTE THIS ENTIRE THING TODAY. The inspiration istg.

Summary:

Daisuke Kambe doesn't get nervous. He doesn't overthink. He doesn't doubt anything he does, or any decision he makes. Except when he's in the dressing room, waiting for Hoshino to come and escort him to his soon-to-be husband. 'Cold feet' is the farthest term one would use to describe Daisuke, yet here he stands in front of the large mirror, wondering if he's good enough for the man whose eyes shine brighter than any star he's seen.

All it takes is one call.

And before he knows it, Haru right there in front of him.

He needs his hero, and Haru is there.

TW: Panic Word count: 3136 (woohoo)

Special tag: @akaiiro-yume for being my ultimate simp buddy. I told her this whole thing as just an idea and she said she felt like crying and I was like FUCK IT IM GONNA WRITE IT. So here we are. Thank you.

“Daisuke Kambe,” Haru called his name, his voice so gentle it almost got drowned by the waves as he looked straight ahead at them with Kambe by his side. The serene way his lips curved into a peace smile hid with such grace the nervousness shooting up his spine.

“Mm?” Daisuke glanced at his boyfriend, wondering why the inspector suddenly chose to call him by his full name instead of the usual ‘bastard’, ‘pain in the ass’, ‘idiot’, or just ‘Kambe’.

‘Am I doing the right thing? Are we ready for this?’

“What is it, Haru?”

“Marry me.”

Daisuke’s eyes widened, and he stared at Haru without blinking even once. “... What?”

“I said,” Haru turned to look at him, giving him an awkward little grin before grabbing Daisuke’s hands in his own and slowly going on one knee, “Marry me, ‘Suke.”

That was all it took. That nickname.

Daisuke felt every tense nerve in his body relax almost immediately as the answer came as naturally to him as breathing.

“Okay.”

Daisuke’s gloved hand wraps around the glass, his soft lips placing themselves on its rim to take another sip of water. It’s probably his tenth sip in the last two minutes (and counting).

“Lord Daisuke, you look incredible!” Suzue remarks, and he sees her smile at him through the mirror.

“Mm.”

“I can’t believe you and Katou-sama are finally getting married.” Suzue steps up behind Daisuke to smoothen the non-existent wrinkles on the thick piece of blue fabric covering his shoulders.

‘I can’t either.’

“It feels like just yesterday when you came back to Japan,” she continues, not noticing the way Daisuke’s nervous fingers fiddle with his cufflinks, “And now it’s already been six years… time passed by too quickly, didn’t it?”

“It has.”

Silence descends over them like a calm cloud while Suzue busies herself by fussing around with his three-piece suit, straightening it more than it already is, rubbing off any invisible lints, fixing his already perfect tie - a crisp, sophisticated taupe - and Daisuke lets his mind wander off once again.

He thinks about the six years he’s spent in Japan. But more specifically, he thinks about the time he spent by his side.

He thinks of all their firsts; their first meeting, their first argument, the first time he let Haru fall (not for him, but off the bridge), their first show of trust, first confessions, first kisses, first everything.

He thinks of their life after they decided to become more than just friends or colleagues. All of the small ways in which Haru reminded him, every day, just how much he adored him. Daisuke thinks of all those cuddles, all the nuzzles, all the intertwining of fingers.

And before he can stop it, a smile - albeit small but so full of love you could feel it radiating off of him - is gracing his lips.

‘Thank you.’ He finds himself thanking Haru in both his mind and heart… for just about everything.

“Lord Daisuke, are you okay?” Suzue asks, snapping him out of his heartwarming walk down the memory lane.

“Yes, why?”

“Your eyes…” she trails off, and Daisuke’s gaze shifts from looking at her through the mirror to himself. A small gasp leaves his lips when he sees what’s got Suzue so worried about his eyes.

Tears.

A thin layer of unshed tears coats those calm eyes, and Daisuke feels his heart clench with absolute adoration when he realises the meaning behind such a blatant show of emotions.

These tears aren’t of pain. Or of agony. Or of suffering.

There are tears of gratitude. Of love. Of unrestrained joy at the mere thought of the wonderful man waiting for him at the same beach where he proposed.

“I’m fine, Suzue.” Daisuke says, his eyes never leaving the ones in the mirror. “I’m just… overwhelmed,” he admits, taking a deep breath in.

Suzue smiles. “I can understand. It IS a big day, after all.” She turns around, walking towards the door. “I’ll be outside.”

“Thank you,” he says, and he means it. He couldn’t be more grateful to have a sister who understood him so well that they didn’t need words to get their message across.

And with that, Suzue steps out of the room, closing the door behind her, leaving Daisuke alone with his thoughts.

His eyes travel to the clock on one of the walls of the gigantic room, and he sees that he’s still got some time before Hoshino would come by to escort him to his lover. And his fiance.

Daisuke feels another smile tugging at his lips at the word, and he briefly thinks about how he’s been smiling too much today before his mind again wanders off to the man responsible for making him smile so much.

‘He’s too good to me,’ Daisuke thinks, sighing fondly. ‘He makes me believe that it’s okay to feel this… that it’s okay to feel happy. Sometimes it feels like it’s too good to be true.’

And that’s when it strikes him. The one thought which makes his shoulders go stiff, and his lips press themselves together in a stiff line.

‘But… What if it IS too good to be true?’

Daisuke’s mind decides to take another walk down the memory lane, but this time the road isn’t filled with Haru’s smile, or his warmth. This time, the road is dark, cold, unwelcoming. It’s filled with every memory of each time things felt too good to be true… and they were.

‘What if… what if this doesn’t last?’ He thinks, the pictures of his own parents clouding every space they could find in his head.

Haru and him wouldn’t end the same way… right?

‘Would I be able to make Haru happy?’

… As happy as Haru made him?

‘Everything I ever cared for in my life was ripped away from me… Will Haru and I be the same way?’

He notices as his chest starts rising and falling at a faster pace, but he doesn’t pay it any mind.

‘Is it because I’ve been weak? I haven’t been able to protect the people important to me. I-I’ve never been good enough. What if… I still am not good enough?’

Daisuke’s eyes widen, terror seeping into them as his mind chooses to project a mental image of Haru walking, but not towards him. It’s an image of Haru having his back turned towards Daisuke, and he is walking away.

‘Am I even worthy of being loved?’

Daisuke thinks back on all the warm, loving moments that he thought of not even five minutes ago, but this time his mind focuses on his own actions instead of Haru’s

‘Haru has done so much to show me he loves me. How many times have I done the same?’

The back of his eyes burn so hard it feels like they’re on fire, and he finds it harder to breathe; he feels as if someone’s just wrapped their fingers around the base of his throat and is squeezing, hard.

‘Is Haru happy with me? WILL he be happy with me?’

His own fingers come up to his throat, as if trying to replace the invisible ones.

‘Should we even be getting married? What if he realises I’m not worth it?’

‘Where are you, Haru?’ is what his heart screams instead, but he doesn’t hear it.

‘O-oh god, I cannot be forcing him to marry me.’

‘I need you, Haru. Find me. Please, find me.’

‘He doesn’t love me. He shouldn’t be marrying me.’

‘Haru, please. Save me.’

I’m only one call away.

He doesn’t even notice his fingers finding the surface of his phone and he is too busy letting himself fall down the dark spiral his mind lay out for him to bother seeing what his fingers are doing with the phone.

Daisuke feels his feet give away, and he slowly slides down to the floor. His body trembles, his breathing continues to quicken, and he feels something dark crawl up his spine.

It’s something he can’t describe, but it’s so dark and so… consuming. He feels like his mind is being ripped into shreds, as if someone is slowly claiming their control over it.

“H-Haru…” He whimpers and looks up, closing his eyes. He feels the thick layer of tears forming beyond his lids collapse as silent tears stream down his face. He opens his mouth to breathe, but the inhale turns into a choked sob.

He wasn’t good enough. He isn’t good enough. And he never will be good enough.

Daisuke bites his trembling lips and brings his knees closer to his body in an attempt to hide away from himself.

Hah. What a pitiful sight. And Haru thought THIS weak little boy would be good enough for him? He should leave him while he still has time.

“Haru… please. I need you. Pl-Please don’t leave m-”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

I’ll be there to save the day.

Daisuke’s head snaps in the direction of the voice; a voice powerful enough to break the hold of what was slowly crawling through his mind, consuming him whole.

“Haru…” he whispers, blinking the tears away in an attempt to clear his vision.

The attempt is futile anyway, because the moment his sight comes into focus, he feels a pair of all too familiar arms pull him into a strong chest. “I’m right here,” Haru murmurs, pressing a kiss to his forehead before sitting down in front of him and pulling Daisuke between his legs.

“I-” Daisuke’s eyes widen, confusion slowly colouring over every other thought for the moment. “Wasn’t it Hoshino who was supposed to come?”

“You really expect me to ask Hoshino to check in on you when you call my number and then say my name the way you said it?”

‘I called him?’

“You sounded like someone was forcefully pulling every ounce of life out of you.”

“... I did?”

‘Yes, you bastard. You scared the living fucks out of me, y’know?’ Haru thinks, but instead of saying anything, he only pulls Daisuke closer to him.

He smiles when he feels Daisuke return the gesture.

Daisuke’s arms wrap around Haru’s neck and he places his face in the crook of his neck, taking a deep sniff of the latter’s scent. He feels his panic flow out of his body as the warmth of the man himself washes over his entire being.

“H-Haru-” the millionaire stutters, tears again filling his eyes, now that he’s had a moment for everything to catch up to him. Haru’s arms only pull him closer, as close as physically possible, and that’s when Daisuke notices some things he didn’t see earlier.

“You’re safe. I’m here. I’m with you. And I’m not going anywhere.” Haru speaks in between pants, his forehead covered with a thin, barely there layer of sweat.

‘He RAN all the way here?’ Daisuke thinks, taking in every bit of whatever Haru offered him; his love, his warmth, his confidence, his belief in them.

Superman got nothin’ on me.

“Haru.” Daisuke pulls his head back to look at the taupe-haired man.

“What?” Haru replies, his head still facing down. He doesn’t look up, and Daisuke can only wonder why.

“Look at me.”

“No.”

“Haru.”

“No.” “I love you.”

Haru’s head snaps up at the speed of light, his eyes so wide Daisuke fears his eyeballs might pop out of their sockets.

But now that Haru’s finally looking at him, Daisuke takes the opportunity to find out for himself why the man absolutely refused to look up at him just moments ago.

He feels all the air drain out from his lungs at the findings of his inspection.

‘He’s trembling.’

“I was so scared, Kambe,” Haru whispers, his head dropping on Daisuke’s shoulder. “I was so scared when I heard you sound so… weak.”

“I love you.” Daisuke repeats, and this time it’s him who places a kiss on the other man’s forehead.

“I love you too.”

Haru looks up, and their lips come together so naturally and so perfectly, one would think it was meant to be. And maybe it was.

And just like that, they sit there for a few minutes, wrapped up in their own warm little bubble, the world forgotten.

“Oi, Kambe,” Haru murmurs into Daisuke’s shoulder, successfully catching the attention of the shorter man. “What really happened?”

Daisuke sucks in a sharp breath, knowing exactly what Haru was talking about. The fingers holding on to Haru tighten a little more as he opens his mouth, and begins explaining what actually went down.

Daisuke speaks, and speaks. He expresses every minute detail, because he knows Haru is listening. Haru always listens. And he doesn’t just listen, he makes sure the other knows that he is there for him no matter what.

I’m only one call away.

Once he is done telling Haru everything, he looks at him with baited breath, trying to gauge Haru’s reaction. The only answer he gets is utter confusion as Haru pulls back from their embrace and stands up, brushing the barely-there dust off his suit. He looks down at his lover and extends a hand out to him.

But instead of grabbing that hand, Daisuke’s eyes get lost in the very gorgeousness of sight Haru Katou presents. Haru’s dressed in a three-piece suit, just like Daisuke himself, but it’s taupe in colour. His tie is the same blue as Daisuke’s suit, and he looks downright ravishing.

“We haven’t got all day, idiot.”

Haru sighs, grabbing Daisuke by the hand and pulling him up. He quickly wipes Daisuke’s tears and makes him look presentable (as if he wasn’t already) before dragging him to the door.

Haru opens the door to the dressing room, but before they can step out, Daisuke stops him.

“What are you doing?” Daisuke asks, his brows furrowed and the usual disinterest back on his face.

“Walking down the aisle with my bride.”

“You do know that you’re not supposed to be the one escorting me.”

“Yeah, and what about it?”

“Katou Haru. Are you joking with me?”

Haru turns around to meet Daisuke’s eyes and pulls the shorter man to him with one tug on his arm. He bends his head, giving Daisuke a quick kiss before pulling back and whispering, “Why? Is there a problem?”

Daisuke isn’t even given the time to blush, because Haru is already turning on his feet and walking down the hallway, pulling the millionaire behind him. They keep walking for a short while, even after they leave the building and step onto the beach, before Haru finally comes to a stop.

“We’re here.”

Daisuke pokes his head from behind Haru’s back to see where exactly they are. “Oh my sweet bleeding heart.”

“Of all things in the world, that’s the first thing you say, rascal?”

“Haru, I-” Daisuke is quite literally at a loss for words, because right now, in this very moment, in front of him is a low stage setup with curtains falling around it in a circular fashion, and tiny fairy lights giving it it’s very own magical glow. It’s like a world within a world. A world away from everyone, from everything - a world for just the two of them.

“Come on, you and make it anywhere. But for now… we can stay here for a while.” Haru mutters, glancing at Daisuke, “'Cause you know, I just wanna see you smile.”

“Very cheesy, I’ll give you that,” Daisuke chuckles, stepping on to the stage. “So…” he turns to look at Haru, “What now?”

“Dance with me.” Haru says, and then there is no going back.

All it takes is a nod from Daisuke and Haru steps closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“What is it?” Haru asks, noticing the furrow of Daisuke’s brows.

“We have no music.”

“I got it covered,” is all Haru says before snapping his fingers, and almost immediately, music fills the space around them.

“What song is this?” Daisuke asks, letting Haru pull him in by the waist and following his lead.

“Doesn’t matter. Focus on the lyrics. Oh, and me, of course.”

And so Daisuke does.

I'm only one call away I'll be there to save the day

Daisuke’s eyes stare into Haru’s as their feet move together, and he smiles at the lyrics, letting the other man know just how much he loves him. And this. Just how grateful he is for it all.

Superman got nothin' on me

And Daisuke can’t help but agree with that. His fingers gip Haru’s a little tighter as he sighs, his head coming to rest on the other’s shoulder.

I'm only one call away

Call me, baby, if you need a friend I just wanna give you love

“I love you,” Daisuke whispers at that, pressing a kiss to where his forehead rested just a moment ago.

Come on, come on, come on Reachin' out to you, so take a chance

Daisuke pulls back a couple of steps, only to have Haru reach his arm out. He grabs it, doing a slow spin and falling into the arms of the man he loves more than his life could possibly define.

No matter where you go You know you're not alone

“I love you too.”

Silence soon falls between them and they both close their eyes, letting the music be their voice.

Come along with me and don't be scared I just wanna set you free

Come on, come on, come on You and me can make it anywhere

Realisation finally dawns on Daisuke as he realises where Haru’s words from earlier really came from. He smirks.

But for now, we can stay here for a while, ayy 'Cause you know, I just wanna see you smile

“You’re just a giant ball of sap, aren’t you?” He retorts, looking up at Haru. He might be smirking, but even he can’t hide the affection that swells up in his eyes as his hands reach up to wrap around Haru’s neck, allowing the latter to snake both his arms around Daisuke’s waist.

“Shut up.”

And when you're weak, I'll be strong I'm gonna keep holdin' on

“I’ll never let you go, Katou.”

Now don't you worry, it won't be long, darlin' And when you feel like hope is gone

Haru smiles, pulling Daisuke closer to him.

Just run into my arms

“Funny, because I don’t plan to let you go either, bastard.”

I'm only one call away I'll be there to save the day

“You really are a hero, you know, Haru?”

Superman got nothin' on me

“Just yours, ‘Suke. Just yours.” Haru murmurs, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead against Daisuke’s.

I'm only one, I'm only one call away

“Forever.” Daisuke replies, his own eyes slowly shutting.

“And ever.”

Fin.

DONTCHA WORRY THEY DID GET MARRIED IN THE END THEY DIDNT FORGET ABOUT IT

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maryniss · 3 years

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The Hero

Fandom: Sk8 The Infinity

Summary: We found out who built Carla.

Characters:

Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom

Nanjo Kojiro | Joe

Relationships:

Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom

Rating:

General and Up Audiences

Tags:

Fluff

ofc it had to be a rewrite of the preview in ep 9

Kaoru being soft for once

Kojiro being a total simp

had to rewrite it cause the first draft got deleted

Notes: hihihi matchablossom is the coolest name for a ship pls im dying i love them so much. btw, kojiro means hero in japanese. ahahahahha

also fuck adam

and the palm trees

also inspired by a convo with my bestie @seleneslyre-writes

Why Kaoru loved Carla so much was a mystery for Kojiro. It wasnt even that great. What could she do? Just some little tricks here and there.

Well, one thing was certain. Kojiro regrets that he built Carla for Kaoru. Or, he doesnt regret it. He loves that his friend has something he treasures so deeply. He really wants Kaoru to be happy. But, still. There is this feeling in his stomach, the same feeling he has when his soup is just a little too salty, when his carbonara pasta have just too much parmesan.

Kojiro sighs and the fire on the stove does too. It is really not the time to actually be thinking about Kaoru. Especially not right now. When his pink-haired friend sits in front of him, waiting to eat something.

"Oi, are you trying to starve me to death?"

Ah, Kojiro knew this would happen. He should just focus on his food. Just his food. Just the food he was making for Kaoru...

Ah, he just remembered how Kaoru used to skate. Before Carla. Before Adam left to America. When Kaoru skated, he was feral. It didnt matter that he could get hurt. It didnt matter that he was getting the corner at a wrong angle. It was simply amazing to watch Kaoru skate then. If he was sincere, he probably fell for him when he first saw him skate. It was probably spring and Kojiro was going back from school. How old was he? 16?

Anyway, the weather was warm and all around him sakura flowers were swinging. He remembers that his feet were cold for whatever reason and that he wanted to go home as soon as possible.

He didnt see the guy with the skate. If his hair would have been a different color from the flowers that were around him, maybe he would have.

Kojiro and Kaoru clashed and fell on the hard asphalt. The sakura flowers were all around them. Or maybe it was just Kaoru's hair; Kojiro couldnt distinguish them.

And, yes that was the moment he fell. He fell hard. Never in his life had he fell harder. Even when he broke his femur and almost died. Never has Kojiro in his life been so deeply attached to something.

He tried to lie to himself weeks after that. He would say to himself that he has not fell for a skater boy. It was probably the hair confusing him.

Yeah he decided that was it.

"Ko-ji-ro" Kaoru's voice made him forget about the sixteen year old Cherry Blossom and reminded him that he still had to serve food to his clients.

"Hm? What did you say?"

"Huh? What are you thinking about? It is not fun to mock you if you wont even pay attention."

Kojiro nodded his bead mindlessly. It wasnt like him to be so sentimental, to think so much of the past. Actually, it wasnt like him to think at all.

"By the way, the food is burning." Kojiro looked at Kaoru. Then at the food. Boy, did he wish Kaoru would just joke.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.", said he as he turned off the stove. Well, there certainly was a problem.

"Ok, big mindless gorilla. Now, I dont have patience for you to try again."

Kojiro opened his mouth just to close it again. He was shocked that he actually burned it. This hasnt happened to him since he was 15!

"Dont you have anything to drink?"

Kojiro blinked and looked at his friend's bandages. He finally spoke some coherent words.

"You sure you can drink like that?"

Kaoru relaxed on his chair and looked at his friend, a provocative gleam in his eyes. His hair was quite messy and damn that was the hottest shit Kojiro has seen. For some reason.

Come on, Kojiro. You have to stay calm. Calm like pasta. Pasta is good. Pasta is calm.

"Ok, ok, I’ll give you something to drink, but not too much, okay?"

Kaoru grinned and his golden pupils shone. Outside the restaurant, people were minding their business, not even looking twice in their direction. It felt as if they were secluded from the rest of the world. Just the two of them. Just the...

Fuck, Kojiro. Remember that pasta is good. Pasta is cool.

Kojiro got a bottle of wine from under the table.

“What is that?” Kaoru looked sceptically at the bottle of champagne.

“Just a something I bought from the local store.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t expect such a gorilla like you to drink something of quality.”

“Maybe your tastes are just too refined.”

Kojiro poured a glass for his friend and one for him, too. Kaoru smelled it and made an unpleased face.

“Hey, if you don’t want to drink it, you dont ha-”

Kaoru gulped the glass and slammed it against the table. Kojiro could see the lingering liquid on Kaoru’s lips. He would love to bend over and kiss them...softly...soft lips...

KOJIRO, PASTA. THINK ABOUT THE FUCKING PASTA.

“Ok, but you’ll pay for it.” Kaoru scoffed.

“I can afford some cheap drink. But why won’t you pour yourself a glass? Then you wont say only I drank.”

Outside the restaurant, the people did not pay a second glance to them. It was as if they were the only people existent in the world. Only the two of them..

Yeah he’d like that.

***

One bottle of champagne later and Kaoru had almost fell asleep. His hair was sprawled across the table, covering his face. Kojiro gently brushed it aside, tucking it behind a bandaged ear.

He loved this man so much and he had has since ha was 16. That’s why he built Carla for him after Adam left for America. After he had been rejected. When Adam left, not only Kaoru got hurt. Kaoru changed; he started to skate carefully, as if to not get hurt again. And it broke Kojiro’s heart to see him.

It took Kojiro five months to build Carla. He didn’t know how he did it. He hadn’t sleep for days, he remembers. But, it was worth it. It definitely was.

“Mhm-take your hands off me, you big fat go-aaah.” Kaoru yawned and the corners of Kojiro’s mouth went upward. He sighed, stood up and gently took Kaoru into his arms. The man seemed to be somewhat lighter than before. Kojiro frowned.

“...know...you...hero...” Kaoru mumbled something with his face hid in Kojiro’s broad chest.

“Mhm? What did you say?”

And all of sudden, Kaoru woke up and threw his arms around Kojiro’s neck, pulling him closer. He started kissing his face. He kissed every single inch of dark skin, Kojiro’s nose, Kojiro’s cheeks, Kojiro’s eyes.

The milky moon’s light was entering on the window, throwing silver shadows over their bodies. Kojiro was... well he was simply amazed. Never had this happened before. Never had Kaoru kissed him so softly and affectionate. And, yes, maybe it was because he was hurt, but it didn’t matter. Kojiro loved it, loved it so much, goddamit! Why had to be Adam that broke Kaoru’s heart? Why should this beautiful man stand some where else than in his arms, where he knew that he could protect him?

“Have you wondered why I always loved Carla so much?”

Kojiro didn’t say anything. He didn’t really want to know, for some reason. Actually, if he would be honest with himself, he was kind of jealous.

“You really are one dumb gorilla.”

Kaoru smiled and his body relaxed in Kojiro’s arms, whom tightened his grip.

“It’s because you made it for me, Kojiro.”

Also, a bonus that i want to happen:

Kojiro didn't came to see the race. Oh no, there was only one thing he wanted and he would definitely get it. He eyed the target. Adam was on the stage, playing his stupid game with cards and whatever. That was perfect. that way, everyone could see. Kojiro tightened his grip on his skateboard. He reached the stage in no time and patted Adam on his shoulder. "Oh, who is-" He slammed the skateboard in his face. "First, this is for breaking Cherr's heart." He punched him in the stomach and it took all he had to not punch him way downer. "And this is for breaking Cherr's face." Ok, so that was already done. No, all he had to do was to resolve the teenage love drama he had to witness some days ago. Kojiro took the mic. "Langa! Stop wasting your fucking time here. Go and see Reki!" And, with that, he left. After all, he had someone waiting for him at home.

*** maybe i ll do a fic for what did langa afterwards? idk :)

#sk8 fanfic #joe sk8 #cherry blossom #matchablossom fic

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dessarious · 4 years

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Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt69

Inspired by @ozmav Maribat AU

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Damian was pacing back and forth across the living room, scowling at everything and nothing. Tim just watched from his corner hoping the boy didn’t explode, or at least that the explosion wasn’t aimed at him. Luka on the other hand was eyeing Damian with amusement. The boy obviously had no sense of self preservation.

“Calm down Dames, I’m sure there’s a perfectly good reason they left. Mari doesn’t just run off on a whim.” Damian turned to glare at the boy but it had no effect.

“They just left us to deal with the police and the press without telling us anything. How could there possibly be a good excuse for that? They probably just ran off to celebrate since they had idiots who they could pawn the work off on!”

“Don’t I wish.” They all turned to see Discorde coming in through the window with a sleeping Marinette in her arms. The girl's voice was raw and it was obvious she’d been crying, even more so when she detransformed.

“You look like shit Bourgeois.” Tim knew Damian’s comment was hiding concern but he still mentally facepalmed. Plagg actually hissed at the boy before dropping on Marinette’s chest and cuddling up to Tikki who he hadn’t even noticed before.

“What happened?” She didn’t answer Luka’s question, instead walked past them to lay Mari on the couch gently before flopping down on the floor in front of her. Damian opened his mouth again but Luka shook his head at him. To Tim’s amazement the boy actually heeded the warning. Luka knelt down next to the girl. “Chloe please talk to us. What’s wrong?”

“It didn’t work.” The words came out in a choked sob. Tim shared a look of confusion with Damian. They’d taken down Hawkmoth, what the hell hadn’t worked?

“Chloe, we don’t understand. What happened? What didn’t work?” Luka kept his voice calm and soothing but Tim saw him reach up to check Mari’s pulse and held his breath until he saw the boys shoulders relax.

“Tikki’s cure couldn’t fix everything and the Guardian couldn’t help and it’s all my fault. If I’d just been faster…” Plagg flew in front of her face looking pissed beyond belief.

“It’s not your fault kit. Nooroo doesn’t even know how that ass managed to access his powers like that.” The Kwami was vibrating with indignation but Tim still had no idea what they were talking about.

“But if Tikki didn’t have to heal the damage I’d done she could have fixed Mari.” The Kwami shook his head sadly.

“That’s not how it works. Use your brain kid. Tikki’s had to heal over half of Paris in one go before, a few times actually. It’s not the amount of damage, but the cause. On the plus side Gabriel will be walking with a limp the rest of his life.” Chloe managed a watery smile before dissolving back into misery.

“Will one of you explain what the hell is going on?” Damian’s limited patience had apparently run out. Tim actually saw him flinch when Plagg growled at him.

“Tikki’s bug is paralyzed. She’ll never walk again unless she’s transformed.”

“Why didn’t she tell me to reset?” Luka’s voice was soft and full of pain but Plagg just gave him a bland look.

“Because we won genius. Yay us. You don’t honestly think she’d put her own health and happiness above the mission do you?” No one seemed to know what to say to that. For his part Tim was having a hard time grasping the fact that she’d actually known how bad things were and hadn’t given them any indication of it. She probably didn’t want to burden or worry them. He felt nauseous at the thought that this kid showed more heroism than half the league and she was paying dearly for it.

He felt his phone buzz against his hand and looked to see a deluge of texts from the family. Hawkmoth’s capture must have hit the news. He was actually grateful Ladybug’s injunction against information leaving Paris gave him a reason not to answer.

“Damian. You may have to bounce some League members again soon if they decide to come see what’s going on before she wakes up. I wouldn’t be too gentle about it either.” Tim knew his baby brother was going to need an outlet. Despite his outward indifference Tim had never seen him warm up to people the way he had the Parisian heroes. The demonic smile on his face at the thought actually made Tim shiver.

“What is she going to tell everyone? Her parents…” Luka just looked lost and Tim felt like he’d been punched in the gut at the reminder that her parents had no idea she was Ladybug. There was absolutely no explanation for this that would satisfy concerned parents. The ‘I fell down the stairs’ thing wasn’t going to cut it.

“She’ll tell her parents the truth. Now that Hawkmoth isn’t a threat them knowing isn’t nearly as much of a danger. We’ll have to come up with a story for everyone else.” Chloe sounded so worn out, and he wasn’t the only one that heard it.

“Come on, I’ll carry Mari to the bedroom so you two can sleep properly since I know you’re not going to let her out of your sight.” It was a testament to just how tired she was that she didn’t even protest.

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heavenly-roman · 4 years

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Death Of A Hero

Plot: “This is not how Virgil would’ve liked to spend his Saturday night, but such is the life of a vigilante, unfortunately.”

Warnings: !! Major Character Death !!, blood, injury, guns, mentions of a robbery, police officers, mentions of paramedics, crying, swearing

Pairing(s): prinxiety

Word Count: 1779

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Taglist: @emo-disaster

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im also tagging @prinssess61 because u requested this a long time ago and I finally got around to it!! (thank u for your patience!!)

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This is not how Virgil would’ve liked to spend his Saturday night, but such is the life of a vigilante, unfortunately.

“Put the weapon down,” Virgil commands calmly, commending himself for not letting his fear show in his voice. He adjusts his grip on his bow and arrow, using it to gesture to the ground. He feels his smirk grow as the perps eyes widen and his hands fly up, slowly lowering his gun to the ground. His smirk falters, however, when he realizes it’s not because of himself, but because of him .

Officer Prince stands beside him, his gun pointed at the robber. His face is stern, focused, and it takes Virgil a second to realize that he’s talking to him.

“-seriously, Storm, this is dangerous , why are you even here?” Prince asks, and Virgil scoffs.

“Are you kidding me? The city is in danger and I’m here to stop it, Detective Dipshit.”

“That’s what the police are for, Emo Hawkeye,” the officer retorts.

“And let everyone get killed before you dumbasses get here? I don’t think so, Bitch with a Badge.” Virgil moves towards the robber, before looking back and realizing the cop wasn’t following him. He rolls his eyes, asking, “Are you going to arrest him, or do I have to do everything myself?”

Prince shakes his head fondly, “Uh, yeah, I should… do that.”

Virgil gives him a look, one that he hopes conveys no shit . Rolling his eyes again, he lowers his weapon as the officer cuffs the robber. The vigilante waits for him to finish his task and sit the criminal down, and then proceeds to lean his elbow on the shorter man’s shoulder. “So, feel bad that I did your job for you again?”

“Hardly,” Prince shoves Virgil’s elbow off of him. “Now, I’d love to stay and chat, but I have a job to do.” Virgil raises an eyebrow. “You mean the job I just did?”

“No, Robert Downer Jr., the paperwork and the putting-the-bad-guy-in-jail job,” Prince scoffs.

“You’re really loving the marvel nicknames today, aren’t you, Inspector Clueless?”

“You’re trying to be a superhero, so you get superhero nicknames,” the cop shrugs.

“I’m a vigilante, big difference.” “Sure there is, Superman.”

“Don’t you have a job to do?”

“Thought you already did it for me?” Prince’s satisfied smirk makes its way onto his face, causing Virgil to groan. Prince starts walking towards a group of approaching officers, clearly proud of himself, when Virgil speaks without thinking.

“Wait,” He calls, jogging to catch up, occasionally looking back at the perp to insure he’s still there. At Prince’s raised eyebrow, he continues. “I, uh, wanted to know if… okay, look this is really weird for me, I don’t even know if you’re gay, I-”

“Yes, I’ll go out with you, Storm.” Prince interrupts.

“Really?” Virgil’s shocked look earns a chuckle from Prince, which in turn makes Virgil pout. “Don’t laugh at me, Prince.”

“Roman.”

“Roman?” The name feels strange on his tongue, but it’s the right kind of odd.

“That’s my name. Figured you should know it if we’re going on a date,” Roman shrugs. “And yours?”

“Not so fast, Roman, I like to take things slow.” he slings his arm around Roman’s shoulders. “ Real slow.”

“So that means you’re not taking off your mask anytime soon?” the officer asks, once again removing Virgil’s arm from his body.

“Not in your wildest dreams, Princey,” Virgil laughs. He moves towards the robber, intending to bring him to the nearest cop car, when he hears a shout and a loud bang.

“Storm, look out!”

In a flash, Virgil finds himself on the ground, and with a heavily breathing Roman on top of him. Virgil teases, “Woah, Roman, on top of me before the first date? I thought I said I took things slowly.”

Roman lets out a humourless chuckle, “Yeah, uh, sorry, I just- you were almost shot.”

Virgil’s eyes widen, and he whips his head to the side, surprised to see a second and third robber running from the onslaught of officers. Pushing Roman off of him, Virgil jumps into action, pointing his bow and arrow at one of the criminals. “Drop your weapon, hands on your head.” The criminal scoffs before freezing, feeling Roman’s gun at the back of his head. “He said,” Roman coughs out. Virgil thinks he must’ve hit the ground too hard and knocked the wind out of himself. “To drop the gun.”

Letting the gun fall, the criminal drops to his knees while Roman signals another officer to cuff him. Virgil peers around the corner to see the third perp flat on the ground, his hands roughly being moved to the small of his back. Turning back around, all the blood drains from his face when he sees Roman leaning against a wall, face devoid of colour, and a blank look in his eyes. His vision trails down to Roman’s torso, where his hand is pressing into his side, and his shirt is covered in blood.

Approaching quickly, Virgil sucks in a sharp breath at Roman’s clearly laboured breathing. Rapid fire, he spits out his immediate questions. “Roman, when did this happen? Are you okay? Have you called for a medic?”

Roman slides down the wall, only minorly wincing when his shirt catches on the wall and rubs against his wound. His breathing slows, and Virgil can’t tell if it’s a good thing or not. Roman speaks quietly, “Ambulance has been called, no need to worry.”

“When did this happen?” Asks Virgil, crouching down to examine Roman’s side.

“Remember that time when you almost got shot?”

Virgil pauses his actions and frowns. “Are you telling me that-”

“I got shot while protecting a civilian? Yes, I did.”

“Roman-”

“I’m serious, no matter how much you try to be a superhero-” Roman shifts, leaning more of his back against the wall. He breathes deeply, and, to his credit, barely makes a face of pain whilst he does so. “No matter how much you try to be a superhero, you’re not. You’re a civilian, and I’m a police officer. I’ll get a shiny badge for this, whereas you’d just get hospital bills.”

“I don’t like that you did this for me,” Virgil admits. His voice is small, and if he were someone else, he would admit to the few tears running down his cheeks. He moves to add pressure to Roman’s side, quietly apologizing when he hisses. “I know you would’ve done it for anyone, but you should’ve… you should’ve let me take it.”

“Yeah, fat chance, Panic! At The Everywhere. No way I’m letting you get shot because you have some ego to protect,” Roman rolls his eyes, and Virgil sees a stray tear before Roman wipes it away and plasters on his false bravado.

“Virgil.” “Virgil?”

“That’s my name. Figured you should know it if we’re going on a date,” Virgil shrugs.

“Or if I’m dying in your arms,” Roman responds, laughing to himself, which then morphs into a cough. He pulls his hand away, dramatically motioning to the blood on his palm. “It’s like all of those murder mystery movies, where the host coughs into their handkerchief and then they pull it away to reveal blood.”

“Figures you’d watch those movies. And you’re not dying in my arms, Roman.”

“You’re right,” Roman moves himself to lay in Virgil’s lap. With some strain, he pulls one of Virgil’s arms around his waist. “ Now I’m dying in your arms.”

“Roman, goddammit, this is not something to joke about!” Virgil cries. He presses down on the wound again, making the man in his lap groan in pain. He pulls his mask off, attempting to use it as a tourniquet. He pretends to ignore Roman staring at his face. “Fuck, shit, fuck, I have to do something , you’re dying because of me -”

“Virgil,” Roman coughs. He reaches up and wipes the free flowing tears from Virgil’s face. “It’s okay, there’s nothing you can do.”

“There- There should be something, I-”

“Hey, gorgeous, look at me,” Roman smiles weakly. “You can do something, okay? I’ll give you something to do to help.”

“Please,” whimpers Virgil.

“Just-” Roman’s coughs are hacking now, and despite the blood dripping down his chin, Virgil can’t help but realize how truly beautiful this man is. “Just hold me.”

Virgil nods, cradling the man who saved his life . He lets out a soft, “yeah?” when Roman says his name again.

Roman smiles weakly. “Sing to me?”

“Okay,” Virgil whispers. He sings the first song that comes to mind. “ That night I put my youth in a casket, and buried it inside of me. That night I saw through all the magic, now I'm a witness to the death of a hero .”

“Your voice is soothing, it’s nice,” Roman mutters. He closes his eyes and hums along with Virgil’s singing.

“ I burned all the pictures in the attic, and threw away the magazines. That night I saw through all the magic, now I’m a witness to the death of a hero .”

Roman’s face goes slack, and Virgil panics. “Roman, wake up, please , this isn’t funny, wake up Roman, wake up !” he slaps Roman’s cheek, but he doesn’t stir.

Virgil is sobbing now, clutching onto Roman’s limp body like a lifeline. He’s getting blood all over himself, it’s sticky and warm, but it’s Roman’s, and so he’ll suffer. Violent thoughts dance through his mind, mostly of revenge on the asshole who shot at him, but he ignores them in favour of petting Roman’s hair.

Eventually, the paramedics - when did they get here? - tell him to step aside, and that they need access to the body. Virgil wants to scream at them, how dare they show up too late, and then refer to Roman as just a body ? He refrains, however, and asks for just one more minute with him, please. They oblige, although begrudgingly, and leave him be.

The only thing Virgil can think to do is to sing.

“ The death of a hero, he couldn't be saved, now I'm cutting the grass and I'll cover his grave. I'll cover his grave. The death of a hero, I'm turning the page, now I'm cutting the grass and I’ll cover his grave. I'll cover his grave.

That night I put my youth in a casket and buried it inside of me. That night I saw through all the magic, now I'm a witness to the death of a hero. I burned all the pictures in the attic, and threw away the magazines. That night I saw through all the magic, and now I'm a witness to the death of a hero .”

#prinxiety #requests/prompts #major character death #tw blood #tw guns #tw gun #police au #roman angst #roman sanders angst #roman sanders #virgil sanders #hey please let me know if i need to tag something else #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #bennie’s books

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worstfruit · 5 years

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BEASTMASTER

playing with names. zh'ang, bastardization of the romanization OF a translation meaning warsong, but i was just trying to find something that could sound gith so that doesnt really matter! he never goes by this tho, as his subordinates just call him master, sir, or boss. i think he would be very private about his life before joining a company (one i havent plotted out yet, though i like the idea of whatever mercenary crew he’s apart of following the idea of using assigned nicknames or titles in place of true names, even amongst the non-magic users, just for their safety or rather the integrity of the company so that their private information can’t easily be used against them).

yiz'shi, same bastard deal, this time im thinking beastmaster could be something he gained before joining a company and he just translated it to common. im not sure if the gith would have a need of surnames. i assume they’d be like uh ‘conan the brave’ or whatever, a sort of similar idea i’ve establish for my goblins where their surnames are based on trade and can changed based off merit, and their first names are given after a personality begins to appear. i think gith may be given names, then a ‘the brave’ or ‘unholy’ may follow depending on how they choose to live their life.

zizshangi --> yizshangi --> some sort of mix between warsong/beastmaster. perhaps his true name is obscured and not even his minions know it!

im thinking he will be a shadow monk who uses his telepathy to rise in the ranks! i dont like multiclassing but i also really want to incorporate aspects of a whisper bard into this character or at least one of his underlings. i think after coming out of slavery under some mindflayers, he joins the company that frees him and starts using his monk training from the astral plane to...not convert, but to translate into the way of shadows. he would recruit the help of those who others overlook, such as kenku, kobolds, gnolls, and goblins. he’s very quiet, very observant, wears a mask often and even when he doesn’t he pretty much as a complete poker face. He chooses his words carefully but does relax around those he knows/trusts, and has a sort of dry sense of humor. Despite his psionic abiliities he’s sort of like, an idiot socially and can’t actually read people all that well. he relies on his extrasensory input and Maud (explained below) to navigate relations mostly. I’m not too sure what he looks like yet! I do want him to have the sort of vaguely asianic features a lot of githzerai have however, and i have a monk outfit in mind based off some Absolver outfits. He’s worked his way up in company rank enough to become a sort of espionage expert within the troops! This has earned the ire of some other company members, but for the most part i think this mercenary group would be pretty civil and view each other as respected associates and comrades.

His main crew consists of two kenu, two goblins, and a tabaxi. He’s known the tabaxi longest-- im thinking she was also an underling in the company who helped him get back on his feet when they picked him up. She was a teen looking to hone her skills as a rogue and he helped her learn the art of stepping lightly and always keeping an ear to the ground. Looking at tabaxi names I’m thinking she probably has some dumbass one like ‘quick of paw’ but they just started calling her Maraud, which turned into Maud LOL. She’s all black and has short, sleek, shiny fur, brownish/maroon irises, pointed ears and big paws with her claws usually unsheathed. She’s become a mastermind rogue who trains two (also totally black, yellow eyed) kenku twins as a thief and scout under Beastmaster’s tutelage. She’s very streetsmart and has a gravelly sort of raspy voice from years of working as a slave (able to rise as a slavemaster who was tasked with yelling orders to the other slaves and cracking the whip). She’s a bit matronly, very wry and slinky and coy, and very good with people. Typical scorpio but with a flair of aires determination and single mindedness. She’s very driven, but has the life experience to keep herself grounded and logical. She’s beastmaster’s most trusted associate and essentially the brains behind his crew, at least second to him. She’s the boss when he’s not around, but while strict, she has a HUGE softspot for her sort of adopted siblings. She gets along well enough with the rest of the company.

The two kenkus are fraternal twins, a bit younger than Maud, named Lasher (girl) and Bowstring. Lasher is the thief and Bow is the scout. They were orphaned and picked up by the company shortly before absorbing the refugees from the Mindflayer slaveship so they never really had birthnames afa the company was concerned. They speak through sign language, body language and gesture, facial expressions, and a sort of quick-hand morse code they’ve developed from both thieves cant as well as the company cant. They can’t easily speak to people outside the company, and even within the ranks they have trouble communicating without parroting, which they don’t seem to like doing unless it’s to mock someone. Their inability to speak, however, lends to their spy nature as people often underestimate their intelligence and perception. Though they can’t fly, they’re quick when racing across building tops and through tree canopy and prefer high vantage points to preform their work. Beastmaster is a very silent person who gets along well with these two, using his telepathy and patience to forge a mentor relationship with them and cultivate their infiltration and investigative skills. Lasher loves to read anything she can get her feather little fingers on, and often steals what she can’t buy. She’s not too girly but does enjoy fantasizing about the high life noble ladies lead and likes to collect trinkets she thinks represent this such as bows, perfume bottles, bits of mirror and buttons. Bowstring likes to help his sister with her plights but is much more grounded and serious. he’s dry and sardonic and takes himself a little too seriously. even for a mute, he’s very silent and a little shy and prefers to hide behind Maud or beastmaster or even Lasher. He get’s his name for his skills as a ranger, whereas lasher gets hers from her talons and tendency to use them when people get too close to her or her brother. she gets along better with the rest of the company however, and likes to be seen as cute even if she feels she’s being condescended on. she and her brother work spectacularly together, along with beastmaster and maud, and don’t mind being separated for missions or otherwise.

The two goblin (identical!) twins’ names are Fritz and Racket and they are, respectively, a storm sorcerer and a storm barbarian! obviously they’re not as subtle as the rest of the gang despite being gobs, in fact they get their nicknames from their quirks of being loud, aggressive, and favoring a sort of berserker approach to confrontation. Fritz is the caster, Racket is the muscle, and both feed off each’s other whole uh, storm bullshit. they both worship an elemental goblin deity but very very casually, it’s more of hero worship, and beastmaster sorta thinks they might have a touch of wild magic and a fixation on LOUD and FLASHY shit hence the storm kick. they’re very loyal, very brave, and only a little stupid. they both have tempers and don’t like comments about their height. very easy to bait into confrontation especially if they’re together. they’re not the kinda twins who walk together in unison and finish each other’s sentences (like the kenku twins, who similarly work off each other’s energies for their work), but they are usually together and look almost exactly alike. Fritz is a bit slimmer and taller, a bit pointier and a bit more spastic and shrill. He’s weaker than his brother but is smarter. He also has a worse temper and despite not being a melee fighter, will not hesitate to tackle anyone and just use his claws and teeth. Racket is a bit calmer but dumber, more gullible, and a lot stronger. He’s only a tad quieter than his brother but is also more physically aggressive and tends to stomp and throw shit around, hence his name. he usually follow’s frtiz’s lead if beastmaster isn’t around, but the both defer to Maud for instruction. They’re technically younger than the kenku twins if you account for the fact that goblins age quicker than kenku, they’re only slightly older! they’re more immature, however, and usually need more corralling than anyone else. unlike lasher and bow, fritz and racket dont like being seperated, but usually dont have to be since they don’t do much espionage. if they are dispatched for such tasks, it’s usually a matter of blending into busy, or sketchy environments rather than being silent and shadowy. they’re useful for intimidation, distraction, firepower, and muscle.

the last notable character i’ve cooked up is a kobold, the youngest (but again due to kobold age, its not like hes a baby technically) named Rak! he’s not very skilled in anything but he considers himself an inventor and makes really pathetic little stick contraptions that use like. shitty venoumous bugs and stink bombs LOL. i dont even know what class he’d be. no magic skills, too dumb and loud for espionage. he’s sort of a little mascot for the company and everyone treats him like a pet, but beastmaster took pity on him and lets him tag along with them. fritz and racket think hes funny and usually just throw him in a bag or like, if they have to fight, put him in a pocket till theyre done. he doesn’t get in the way too much and every now and again is a bit useful to get into super small places or to do errands like deliveries or shopping or cleaning. he got his name bc he makes a sorta RAK sound a lot when scared or startled or hurt or excited or mad. like a mouse goes EEK but he’s a stupid lizard guy so he goes RAK!

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omiscanking · 5 years

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I know now everybody got crazy bout new tumblr politics... but...

GET TO KNOW ME TAG HAHA!

Thanks to @thesimparrot for tagged me!💚

RULES: Post a pic of your simself with your traits and answer the questions!

Tags: @brindletonslay @kittyxkris @pink-chevalier @pollinationqueen (sorry if you got tagged or did it before!) AND ANYBODY WHO WANTS TO DO IT!

If you want read about me, all a&q before the cut!

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Huberto

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? Huber, Hu, Chu, and too much more...

3. BIRTHDAY? November 20th

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? I never read a complete series of books, but I could say “The Hunger Games”

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? Both. :P

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? Florencia Bonnelli (Argentinian one)

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? Oone of my town called RadioCity

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? Chocolate!

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? THAT’S COOL!

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? Nothing breaks like heart by Mark Ronson and Miley Cyrus

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? F*CK!

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? We Appreciate the Power by GRIMES

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? American Horror Story!

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? Oh idk...

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? of course!

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? the Sea by night... Idk why! and i think now that tumblr will blow up some of my post :s

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? empathy!!

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? little patience and undecided

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? Both! (maybe more cats)

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? Summer! f*ck winter!

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? Nou :’( I’m the “inveterate bachelor”

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? the time passed more slowly

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? Anna, my best friend since we was kids!

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? dark brown

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? black... maybe...?

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? Too much people!

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? My bff!

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? now, a good friend who passed away this year...

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? Nothing... really... idk

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? Tumblr!

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? Sponge Bob

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? my bff i think...

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? Maybe, a little...

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? well... im afraid to spiders, black butterflies (moths) and the sea by the night (omg)

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? Both... hehe

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? sketch and write

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? The Righteous Men by Sam Bourne... Im not finish it yet... I dont have too much time for read :(

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? T Star is Born (dont have too mcuh time for watch movies :( )

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? Guitar, Piano and Violin

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? idk... Cougar...

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? I have too much... but, I know they know thay are my favs!

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? time control (or be invisible)

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? When finally can i take a nap or take a shower at the night..

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? too much things... my cat!

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? none! I hate sports... sorry.

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? chocolate milk and (alcohol one) beer!

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? idk... so many years

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? oh gosh yes

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? people who make noise when eating...

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? yeah! my last one was Marina And The Diamonds in 2016. I live far away from Buenos Aires so... here there’s no too much concert of my interest

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? no...

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? a vet and marine biologist (that has no sense whit my afraid by the sea by the night)

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? In the world of American Horror Story, although I may die

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? too much thing... even those that i wouldn’t be worried me...

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? really no

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? Yeah i sing too much

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? HAHA! TOO MANY TIMES!

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? My room. And Canto Grande - Brazil

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? maybe Buenos Aires or somewhere in France.. idk

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Yes, too much pets...

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? owl...

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? Sunset!

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? Yeah! but i dont have a licence

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? Headphones

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? Yep

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? pop, indie, rock... mainly

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? Lady Gaga?

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? nope...

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? people... hehe

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? real book

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? arts, literature and music

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? 3 brothers, 2 older and 1 younger

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? soda!

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5′6 ft.

75. CAN YOU COOK? yep! anything what you want!

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? My computer, my sketch/writing book and my cds collection!

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? my home... and idk

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? females... i think...

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? im gay!

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? Jujuy, north of Argentina.

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? my brother

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? last week maybe...

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? i have no one

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? mmm... not too much

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? Tumblr i think... I haven’t too much apps

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? Well... They are very affectionate, but I’m not... But very well... I live with them yet.

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? british and caribean spanish accent

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? France

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 5

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? I'm very clumsy

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? no at all.

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OF THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? Deep Ocean

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? sometimes...

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? No... I think

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? Yes!

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? :( i tried, no.

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? haha... i take my time for that...

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? both!!!

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? i dont remember...

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? idk

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? idk... I dont like HP, sorryyyyy for everyone...

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? hell yeah... too much...

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? introvert...

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? No... But I write when i get inspired!

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? yes

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? I leave it there.

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? only if they want.

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? HAHA YES

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? Yes

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? not... yet...

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? Caleb Vatore hehe

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? not... yet...

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? i have two... first, change the high school and star again. second, leave the collage when i don’t feel good and find help for my depression.

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? Hell yeah

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? glasses

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? No... maybe in future...

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? My older brother

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? i dont remember hehe

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? yeah

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? Black, Blue and yellow.

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? Maybe...

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? Yes

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 22

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? “Im beatifull in my way. I was born this way” maybe

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? Sweet!!!!

#get to know me #tag #omiscanking #fuck you tumblr!#no truth i love you

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coalessscence · 5 years

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✨ TAGGED BY: The Babe (tm), @patiencetaught <3 ✨ TAGGING: UHHH @heavystvff @paperrcages @psychicsass @f-ckingpassword and whoever else wants to do it ???

NAME: star NICKNAME: none??? im accepting if u have Ideas AGE: 19 FACE CLAIM: my boy brendon urie, the hero we need but do not deserve akdhfkghgjh PRONOUNS: she/they. i prefer neutral terms (like ‘person’ instead of ‘woman’, etc) otherwise. HEIGHT: 5′2. BIRTHDAY: September 29th.

AESTHETIC: pastel grunge. that’s the most accurate and universal description of it. i do have this aesthetic blog where you can see what i mean.

LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: tommy’s party by peach pit from their audiotree live session is on right now.

FAVORITE MUSE ( S ) YOU’VE WRITTEN: i cant ???? choose that ??? i can say herb is probably among most iconic. tbh herb, ruby, and mira are the three that are most ‘popular’ and who most people know me for writing. but i can’t say i personally prefer one of them.

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON YOUR CURRENT MUSE ( THAT YOU ARE POSTING THIS ON ): this is a multi so idk im just gonna tell you how i am usually inspired to write a muse in general ig???? if i feel like a character connects to me, not necessarily in a “i have a lot in common” with them way but in a “i feel like i get this character” kind of way, the door’s open for me. if i don’t get a character i don’t think i could write them in rp bc that’s a lot of dedication to knowing that muse inside and out. i have a love for every muse i write as a character and i’ve spent many many hours thinking about them and planning out my headcanons from their perspective.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE: i think i did this once before and listed something for every single muse but i have like 20 now and i don’t know if it’s gonna be worth it, but i’ll try to make it short because idk how else to answer this. i love lorraine’s boldness, i love andy’s drive to succeed, i love that even though he’s an asshole herb has that inner morality he can’t shake even if he claims to, i love mira’s intelligence, i love jennifer’s self-confidence, i love ezra’s Secret Moral Goodness (tm) that he doesn’t want you to find out about, i love remembrance’s grit and easy determination, i love linda’s unapologetic attitude, i love jacob’s patience and kindness, i love lisbon’s strength and caring, i love maude’s independence, i love ruby’s ability to keep living even in pain, i love johnny’s bounce-back nature, i love seaborne’s dedication to his work and passion, i love roach’s ability to just always have a good time, i love tommy’s dedication to making the world a better place, i love natsuki’s inherit strength managing to stay as kind as she has considering her home life, i love lucille’s unapologetic nature, and i love bunny’s innate cheer.

WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING: real talk my writing was very much developed from adoring the work of my babe @cemonstre / @colorintrusion, all the way back in the day on her tiff tannen blog, i always felt her writing was so above me and the aesthetic was so beautiful and the phrasing was so perfect and i just wished i was even a fraction that good. i would never have worked so hard for the aesthetic my writing has, that i continue to strive for, without her, so i thank her v much for that !!! i would say my writing is defined by a present tense, by focusing on settings and scenes and physical descriptions- not enough to leave you reading paragraphs of description, just mentioning aspects of a scene that are enough to tell you the aesthetic of it without making you read about EVERYTHING. i love to use very conversational and straightforward terms and phrasing to describe how characters are thinking and feeling and juxtaposing it to very flowery scene and setting aesthetic descriptions. i also consider very IC dialogue to be a strong suit of mine most of the time. as far as actual inspiration goes, if i’m having trouble finding it for a muse i’ll watch some of their canon scenes, if applicable, or i’ll listen to their playlists, read past threads ive written w them that i loved, go thru their aesthetic tag, etc.

FAVORITE TYPES OF THREADS: i love me some angst and i also love me some storytelling ??? but everything doesn’t have to be plotted. i love my muses building relationships with other ppl’s, whatever sort those may be. ofc, fluff and unplotted, see-where-it-goes stuff is rad too. i just want to have fun.

BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE: i’ll tell you which muses of mine are hardest to write and why bc idk how else to respond to this in my situation: maude standish is pretty tough because she’s probably the only muse of mine who falls on the “evil” side of the character alignment. she’s not a good person and it’s tough to balance things she’s done that WERE good with that? and tough to keep up with her motivations and desires as a result because i relate to her the very least. lisbon can be hard to write well because i feel like there;s stuff i don’t know about her, i need to do a mentalist rewatch but i haven’t had the time lol. but anyways, she’s often saying the opposite of the truth about herself bc she either doesn’t always know herself as well as she likes to imagine or she doesn’t want you to know her too well. and that can make it tough for me to feel as though i know if it’s accurate or not. remembrance is tough for the same reason- i love her but she tells me nothing. i feel like i know nothing about her and shes my hecking oc adhfkfhg jacob is also tough because he has a very specific dialogue style and i’d say have the most trouble of all my muses, when it comes to dialogue, with his. it’s a fine line to walk his vocabulary and his old-english phrasing and also the very commonality and down to earth way of connecting he has. frankly, it’s often sort of beyond me. finally, mira can be tough to write because she’s Very Very Smart and im not so i feel like making her the way i did, i frankly i just played myself aldhfkfhg

#⌲ o o c #⌲ t a g s #⌲ i don't wanna feel Q U E U E anymore #⌲ m u n t h i n g s

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pheo742 · 6 years

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Super Sides~Chapter One

A/N: so this is the first chapter of my Super Hero Au, it would probably be best to read my little au post first right here (I hope the link works Im still new to this). Anyway I hope you guys like it:)

Warnings: manipulative Deceit, slight violence, swearing

Pairings: N/A (it'll probably come later in the series but idk yet)

Roman was in the middle of play rehearsal when his phone went off. He technically wasn't even supposed to have his phone on him during rehearsal, but in his case it was crucial for him to have his phone near by at all costs. Of course, Roman could never tell his director or his fellow actors why this was the case, but he was such a good actor that it was easy for him to get away with these kind of things. He glanced down at his phone and saw he had a text from his favorite nerd.

Bank robbery. Patton should meet you there. Sending the address now.

Leave it to Logan to be incredibly straightforward and boring in his texts. Would it kill him to be me expressive? Roman was about to send a snarky remark when his friend and fellow thesbian, Thomas, gave him an impatient huff.

"It's your line, Ro."

Roman gave him an apologetic smile. "Actually, I have to go. Patton's car broke down and he's stranded, so I need to pick him up."

Thomas raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Didn't something like that happen like a week ago too?"

Stupid! Roman thought to himself. Way to use the same excuse twice in a row.

"Yeah, Patton really needs to get a new car," Roman quickly made up. "But we wouldn't want to keep him waiting now would we? If you could just cover for me until I get back? I would be forever grateful!"

"You're lucky you're such a good fit for this part, otherwise I'm sure the director would kick out for sure," Thomas said, but then let out a sigh. "But sure. I can ask Joan if they can cover your part until you get back, but you need to stop running out of rehearsal like this."

"Thank you, Thomas! And this is the last time, I promise!" He exclaimed, but he knew that there would certainly be more occasions like this in the future.

Roman hurried out of theater and made his way to the closest alley, making sure that no one was there to see him. He opened his large backup, revealing a very bright red costume inside. Roman could hardly hold back a grin as he put it on; it was time to be a superhero!

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Virgil had messed up.

This was hardly the first time he had robbed a bank. He'd have done hundreds of robberies since he discovered his powers and started his life of crime about two years ago. However for some reason, today he was careless. He had waited for Deceit's signal and had used his shadow abilities to easily travel into the vault, but once he started shoveling the money into his sac the alarms started blaring. Virgil had panicked and fled, teleporting a few blocks away from the bank.

Now here he was, in an alley somewhere trying real hard not to have a panic attack. He knew Deceit was going to mad. Although Virgil didn't even know his real name, Deceit was Virgil's only friend. The man had taken Virgil under his wing after Virgil's powers manifested and he was seen as a monster by his family. Since then, Deceit had trained Virgil to be his prodigy in crime. Virgil didn't exactly enjoy being a supervillain in training and Deceit was a unsettling person at best, but he didn't exactly have anyone else to go to.

Virgil heard the police sirens in the distance and knew he had to get out of their quick, but first he had to calm down. His powers were linked to his emotions, so if he was too stressed out he wouldn't have much control over them. He focused on his breathing and finally calmed down a little bit, but before he could shadow travel an obnoxious flash of red got in his way.

"Well if it isn't my favorite emo nightmare."

As if this day couldn't get any worse, Virgil thought to himself

Now Virgil had dealt with plenty of superheros before, but none were as annoying as Blaze. Clad in a conspicuous combination of red and white, with a sparkly red mask covering his face and samurai sword at his side, one could definitely call him Extra. It didn't help that every time the two fought each other Blaze always came up with annoying nicknames for him.

"Listen, Princey, I really don't want to deal with you today."

"Aww, you see me as a Prince? Why, is it because I'm so charming?"

Virgil scowled. "No, because you're a royal pain in my ass."

Blaze let out a hearty chuckle. "As much as I enjoy our little talks, I think we'll have to postpone this conversation until you're put behind bars."

Shadows began to solidify around Virgil and form threatening tendrils. "I don't think so."

Blaze smirked and accepted this as a challenge. He created a ball of fire from his palm and hurtled it towards Virgil, which he easily blocked with his wall of darkness surrounding him. Virgil's shadows attacked Blaze, and the fanciful hero barely managed to strike them down with his sword in time. Virgil thought he had the upper hand when he noticed that his feet were stuck. He looked down and saw that a tangle of vines were wrapped tightly around them.

"Stop!" A voice rang out behind him, sounding urgent at first but then errupted into giggles. "Leaf him alone!"

"Not helping!" Blaze responded, annoyed and out of breath.

Virgil looked behind him and saw Catastrophe, Blaze's partner in crime fighting. Of course Virgil knew about him, but he had never actually met him in person. He had just as ridiculous costume as Blaze did: pale blue and white attire with a cat mask to match. His powers weren't as threatening though, as much as Virgil knew he could just control nature.

Virgil dissolved into shadows to free himself of the vines, and reappeared a few feet in front of the light hearted hero. He was losing his patience, Deceit was already going to be mad at him and these two heroes stalling him were only going to make matters worse. Virgil sent a shadow full force at Catastrophe, so hard in fact that he tumbled across the pavement and hisask flew off. Blaze cried out when he saw his friend in danger and rushed forward, but Virgil created a barrier between them. Virgil walked towards Catastrophe and he could feel fear radiating off of him, and Virgil let his shadows take shape into something to worsen his fear. The shadows morphed into thousand of little spiders that all hurried over to the man on the ground. He cried out in fear, and that was the moment it hit Virgil.

For the first time he didn't see a hero in a mask trying to stop him, he saw a real person. A freckled face with brown messy hair and big blue eyes that we're currently terrified. Virgil realized he was being the monster he was always worried he was. Guilt hit him like a brick. He immediately made the spiders disappear. Catastrophe was confused, although relieved, as to why he stopped his attack, but Virgil could only shake his head and blink back tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," was all he could say as he vanished into the shadows, leaving the two heroes bewildered."

Hope you like it, sorry if there's any typos I wrote this really late at night and didn't proofread it. Anyway thanks for reading it!

Tags: @badacebitch @booksgamesnetflix @artemispowell @toujours-fidele @generalfandomfabulousness

#roman sanders #logan sanders #thomas sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #sander sides fanfiction #sander sides au #sander sides #sander side deceit #deceit sanders #villainous deceit #super hero au

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The tale of the three head beast -the marching fishes-

Digimon GoT AU

Second part of the tale of the three head beast series, you can read the first part The chosen children Here and here, or look for the tag 3t3hb on this blog.

Resume: Three years had pased since Taichi won the hand of princess Sora and both get crowned King and Queen of the living land, now they must faced the duty of the monarchs. The war started on the Honest Island, does the King Joe would manage it?. Mean while at the other side of the sea Takato and Ruki stronger their forces.

Pairs: Taiyama, taisora, Joumy, daiken, and sooo so many others

ACT 1. ESCENE 1: THE RAIN

ACT 1. ESCENE 2: THE WILL

ACT 1. ESCENE 3: THE TRIP

ACT 1. ESCENE 4:THE SON after the cut

Ruki never doubts, her hand never shake at the sight of danger, all her life has always been all or nothing, rush and violence, a never ending run, still she has no regrets, no second thoughts; until him, until the prince.

Sixteen years has past since that night. The night that she decide Takato will live.

The moonlight shone over the smallest cradle in the last tower of the castle, it would be easier if the baby were sleeping, if his crying didn't pierce her ears, if he was less tiny, if she wasn't so sure that his mother would never come to him.

The blood of the queen was still fresh on her hands

“What the hell are you doing!? Hurry up!” her partner yell since the door, surprise for her delay

“No” she said, more for herself than for him “this is wrong”

“What?” they hear steps coming closer “we have no time Ruki just do it!” But she didn´t move, she saw him straight at the eyes as he said “we have orders”

“I'm not going to kill this baby and I swear on the sands of the desert that I will cut your throat if you try to stop me!”

“Damn you woman! what a moment for a moral crisis!” He locked the door and walked through her “if you think I would rather fight you than the entire order then you don't know me”

His arm cash her waist and push her closer, she smile, like she only smile for him

An explosion sound on the down floor shaking the room just enough to break them apart

“Koushiro is gonna kill us” she said while wrapping the baby

“No if we kill him first” he prepared his knife ready for when they reach the door

“No!” she stopped him “we need to escape” but it was pointless, there is nothing he hate more that run out of a fight “this baby is the heir to the throne, he needs to live”

“Live? Ruki, we killed his family, we burn his castle, we killed his Saurios!”

They hear them forcing the door

“I can save him!” she climbs on the window

“What about his brothers? why his life worth more than them?”

“They must be death by now, come on!” she hurry, desperate and he follow her standing on the cornice, getting close enough for their forehead to touch, his bright blue eyes stood out in the night and for a breve instant she aloud his strong armors to reconfor her

The baby finally calm down

“I would give you some time…”

“What? come on Ryo” she pull his shirt “ don't try to be the hero now…”

“I couldn't help it” but again she didn't move “You want to save him, I want to fight!”

The hand that held his shirt pulled him harder and with that same strength she kissed him, Ruki loved the way she lived, fast, intense, sure.

“Until the next life my love” and she jumped out of the tower

Her current life wasn't that bad, She had been worse, boredom wasnt by far her worst misfortune.

Takato has grow, maybe not as much as she would expect; but he compensate in kindness what he lack in force, a good quality in a King, not that she would ever tell him.

“Tell me what?”

“I´m talking to myself”

“Then you must use your inner voice” he laughs, he use to laugh so much lately.

“How long we had been here? in piramide?” She walk behind him, while he sigh papers and decide meaningless stuff

“Three years, How do you don't know that?”

“It's too much, i never stay so long in anywhere…”

“We pass fifteen years on the temple!”

“wherever..” he put his travel cloat “where are you going?”

“To the town, i have a meeting with the council about the new dam”

The investiture fit him well, the gold-embroidered cape, the crown forged with rubies, Piramide had prospered so much under his command but of course that would be something else that she would never tell him

“You are wasting your time, our time! we must have sailed to the continent years ago”

“I´m not, this is my Kingdom Ruki and i must..”

“This is not ” she interrupt “this is not your Kingdom” he stop, turn to her, and talk in the most annoying tone

“Im the King of Piramide, my wife is the Queen of Piramide, my son will be the Prince of Piramide..”

“Your son!”

“Yuri is pregnant!” he yells

“Why don'tyou tell me?”

“I told you a month ago! and as soon as the child born we´ll sail to the continent, really what is the matter with you?”

“Takato!!” the queen voice surprise them, Yuri wave a handkerchief since the balcony “ mi amor! good luck in your trip!” she blow kisses that he pretend to catch

“At least she has learn more than your name”

“Don't be rude!” he said “ Gracias Corazón! volvere pronto!” but a bit of discomfort show on his face

“What?”

“Talk with the Lion as soon as i left, he has instruction to not let her stand out of the bed” he explain as soon as they keep out of her sight

“I´m not one of your lackeys” she refuse but still obey him

Outside of the castle a man and a carriage await for the King

“What is he doing here?” Rika yells without shame when she recognize at Henry Wong

“I would join the majesty on his travel”

“Why?” she despise his calm tone, his heavy clot, his daring to speak to her with such a familiarity

“He is my translator” Takato try to stay neutral in more of their feud but he couldn't avoid his empathy with Henry, he was fun, in some ways it was his first real friend “Please wait for me inside” he order to him “ Listen Ruki” again that condescending tone “I know you don't like Henry”

“I don't trust him, You should not travel alone with him, he refuse to train”

“ He prefer to train the mind instead of the flesh, what is wrong with that?”

“Takato… Takato.. Takato” she kick the ground “ those are the most dangerous kind of men”

“If you said that, listen i understand that you are boring here, but just be a little patience, you know… like you just to be, back on the temple…”

“I had things to do on the temple! i have nothing to do here!”

“what?” he seems confuse “What did you do on the temple? you just boss me around and talked to mirrors”

She couln´t believe his audaci, she did nothing? who changed his diapers? who carrying him at night when he couldn't sleep? who teach him to talk, to walk, to fight?

“Dont put that face!” he climb at the carriage “Beside, what about the new reluctant? Hirokazu and Kenta were excited about your training! that is a good invested of your time!”

“That pair are the most idiotic, incompetent and disgusting men in the entire world, i has never been more disappointing of the humanity in my life”

But the carriage was already gone before she end her complains, unfortunately Takato was right, she past the rest of the day in the training camp making that pair of buffoons bleed, the time passed so slowly, every minute was overwhelming, she began to miss her old life, the emotion, the mystery, the sun over the sand, sometimes even his blue eyes .

At night alone, she think on the impossible, what if Takato was not the chosen one? what if be the King of Piramide was his greatest achievement? what if he was just another mortal king?

All her fears come together when the alarms sound, when the soldiers bring back the king to her, cover in blood, unconscious, on the edge of death.

Fire, light, heat, an unbeatable force, were he is?

He is sweating, the flames dance around him, it is like walking in the sun, and there is a boy; a toddler playing with a sword, Takato come near to him, he has his same brown eyes, his same wild hair, a slightly darker skin; the child smile at him, Takato also has a sword on hand, the both play for a long time until he was incapable of resist the heat and keep his journey.

Then it comes the rain, thunders and noise, the heat keeps the water warm.

Over the pots, jumping and smiling he found another boy, same eyes , thicker eyebrows and darker hair, but Takato is sure he is his flesh and bones; he is almost a baby, barely could stand on his feet; but that doesn't stop him, he jumps and falls countless times.

The sound of the sea call him and he ended leaving the second boy.

The waves and breeze feet his spirit, the full moon shines and the stars dance on the sky.

A baby cries over the sand, a baby who looks just like him.

The hearth shakes, the storm becomes stronger, he could not stand on his feet, but the boys drow on the sea, far away from him, Takato must reach them, they are his family, his blood… a last roar explodes at the distant and everything turn dusk.

“What happened?!” she run until him, with a fear that she has only feel ones, ones when she hold a knife over his cradle

“We..” the traductor talk difficult and Rika hold her wish to stab him to death “we were attack, it was dark, it happened suddenly”

“He is not breathing!” she scream while the soldiers put him on the bed

“I´m a doctor!” Kenta yells at his way to the king

“Well at least you are good for something!” he ignore her while checking the injuries “Is not a lethal attack, they are only bruise and cuts”

“Then why does not he breathe?!”

“I don't know!” Kenta cryes sure that Ruki would kill him

“I think…” Henry yells louder than them “I think he was poisoned”

“That's impossible!” she stand up “He is a son of the house of courage, the poison is nothing to him”

“No, no with a substance, i think his energy was poisoned, an act of witchcraft… I… I.. “ he stutter “ I saw the attack and i had read about the symptoms”

“I have no idea of how treat that” Kenta lament

“Of course you don't have an idea you are worthless!” she exclaimed furious, witchcraft for the east, she was as helpful as the idiotic doctor “did you?” she turn to Henry “Did you know how to save him?”

“I… meaby but im not sure..i have never done it before” she could smell the lies on his words, but she has no option

“Do it” she orders and suddenly he was the one without options

“I would need everyone to leave the room immediately” he stutter no more “i need to be alone with him”

All obey, except Ruki and he knew it has no point to argue with her.

The heavy coat fall and his tone muscles jump to the eye, Train the mind, not the flesh her ass

He put the cold body of the king on the floor as he stand up in front of him, his hand perform a ritual that make the room warmer, Ruki didn't know that kind of magic, his breathing change with each precise move of his wrist, his knees flex with the strength of a warrior, and all night long Henry Wong fight against the death itself.

When he finish Takato breath again

“What now?” she ask

“now we pray”

Pray was for the weaks, for the desperate, for the fools, for the ones who has no control over their faiths.

So, of course she pray.

The next days were her penitence, he breath but he didn't wake up, he murmurs and scream once in awhile, and she ignore the madness and chaos outside his room, everything but Takato was irrelevant.

The kid who cry at the moonlight was dying. She had been a fool for letting the prince walked alone, she confided on the peace of Piramide, this old land who loves his King, so far away of the old castle where Takato was born. But his enemies reached them even here. And now Takato, the survivor, was dying for the attack of a murderer that she hasn’t even seen.

She asked to the light to mitigate his suffering, she begged to the old dragon and the wolf to give him the stretch and courage she knew he lack of, and finally she supplicated to the shadows to keep him alive.

Takato woke up at the sunrise of the third day.

“I need to see him” he yelled, sweating, standing up in his own feets,“Take me with him!”

“What?” she hold him afraid of his weakness, blissful by his recovery “who? you must rest…”

“No!” he seem excited and lost, probably stunned by the injuries “My son Ruki, I must see my son!”

Her smile fell apart, he was delusional

“You have no sons Takato…”

“What?” his eyes didn't focus on her “I know.. I know… I saw them..”

“Them?”

“My children… I saw them in a vision”

“It was a dream Takato, you were unconscious for three days, you were dreaming”

“No! no it wasn't a dream! I felt the breeze and the ocean, it was real!” he tried to get out.

“Takato wait!” she stopped him “You were attacked! you almost died”

“Let me go!” he fighted with too much stretch for someone on his condition, but he stopped and hold her shoulders “Everything is gonna be fine Ruki! I saw my children! I have to see Yuri, tell her that this time everything is gonna be fine”

“Takato…” but she didn't obey “Takato you were attacked…”

“That doesn´t matter”

“Yuri…” she struggle with words “Takato… she lost the baby”

“No” he shook her arms “No!”

“She cannot resist to see you hurt…”

“You are lying! I know what i saw!” the panic made him irrational

“You were dreaming, it wasn't real” she tried to be gentle “Takato, all of this is a sight, we… you must change this path, we must sail to the continent right now”

“A sight? yes.. yes It is a sight, we, the next time is gonna be different… the next time” he mumbled, talking with himself.

“Why would it be any different!?” Ruki lost her patient “this one didn't work! not the one before or the one before that! Goddammit Takato! She cannot carry your children!”

She was a well training warrior, of course that when he raised his hand to her she reacted, but just the intention hurt as much.

And he ran and she followed him, away from the palace, away from the city, were he could feel the breeze and the ocean again, one foot near to the ravine.

“Takato!” she shouted breathless “Takato stop! we can go home! you… you don't need this, any of this!”

“I'm not going anywhere, no without my children”

The wind became intense, the waves bursting with force, she saw him cry while throwing himself to the abyss.

Henry watch them leave the castle and followed them, but he wasn't fastest enough. When he found Rika she was on the beach, the knees over the sand, screaming, crying like a widow.

No, even worse , she whipped like a mother

He knew immediately that the worst had happened, but how? He saved Takato, he saw him stay and walk. Henry’s heart hurt, he shouldn’t have dare to attack his King, he regretted when he saw Ruki crying, Yuri sicked, Takato hurt. But his remedies wasn’t been enough to repaired his mistake. For the first time in his life he felt like the murder he was.

The sound of the ocean could not quiet the sobs of Ruki. Henry walked near to her, as if for some miracle he could comfort her

“Stay away from me!” he didn't even bother in touch her

“Como on Ruki we need to…” it was the first time he adresered her by her name

The violent tied suddenly calm, they hear a thunder at the distant.

“Ruki…” he called her

“leave me!” she begged

“No” he found the courage to hold her and with a new strength he forced her to stand up “Come Ruki look it up!”

And she looked at the sea and found the impossible

The king was there, walking through the waves until her, complete naked, save and alive, on his arms something roar with the sound of the ocean, three creatures sneaked over his naked torso.

It looked like a three head beast.

living Saurios, breathing monsters almost as miracle as the resurrected son.

Henry stared at him, knowing he was unworthy, holding Ruki who almost fait in his arms.

And the King talked, with a confident Takato has never show before

“Calm down mother, I have my babies, it is time to go home”

#3t3hb #digimon #digimon tamers #got au #the tale of the three head beast #the marching fishes #tmf 1.4

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aggressiveviking · 6 years

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i was tagged by @didhs-random-things Name: Nikki (i hate my full name so you’ll have to be satisfied with this) Star sign: Aries Height: 164 cm Middle name: Savov (for us the middle name comes from the first name of the father of the child and my dad first name is Sava) Put your music on shuffle. What are the first four songs that come on?:

(i don’t have all my music in the same place and for the last 2 years i mainly listen music through Spotify and Youtube. So im going to put on shuffle the music i have on my phone but the music there is piling up since 2006 - so i don’t listen to more than half of it and i can’t be bothered to clean it up. ALSO i stopped putting new music there when i started using Spotify)

Hollywood Undead - Apologize (The Man From U.N.C.L.E OST) Daniel Pemberton - Breaking In (Searching The Factory) Marianas Trench - Stutter

Grab the nearest book, page 23, line 17: - “God is perfect.” (The Last Four Things, Paul Hoffman) Have you ever had a song or a poem written about you: Nope. Unless it was something stupid a friend might have written to annoy me in high school but i honestly have no memory. When did you last play air guitar?: actually... today lmao i was trying to embarrass my sister on the bus home (its a long story) Celebrity crush: uh thats a though one cause i always change my crushes super fast and i come back to old ones just as fast. Right now im back to Matt Bomer the sweetest baby in the world! What’s a sound you hate and a sound you love?: Hate: snoring Love: rain (when i have to deal with snoring i play rain sounds on my headphones so i would be able fall asleep... and then in the morning the ears hurt from sleeping with headphones so... ugh) Do you believe in ghosts?: maybe. What about aliens?: maybe. Do you drive?: i drive people insane HAHA-ha... No. I cant drive anything. Im a disappointment to my family and peers If you drive, have you ever crashed?: What’s the last book you read?: The Lizardman Heroes (Overlord #4) Do you like the smell of gasoline?: i bit but it makes me woozy fast. i prefer the smell of paint/varnish What’s the last movie you saw?: RED (hilarious!) Worst injury you’ve ever had?: lmao i’ve had so many accidents in which ive injured myself but the only one where i had to go to the ER was when i passed out in the shower and i cracked my head on a bucket. i was fine mind you (i have a thick skull) lmao but the bucked broke to pieces and cut up my whole face. Not counting the small cuts all over, they had to glue back my chin (now i have a big scar under it) and i had a big vertical cut on one of my cheeks (u can still see it if you look for it. i liked it better when it was really visible because it made me look So badass... minus the whole falling in the bathroom detail LOL) Any current obsessions?: hmm... not really. i really like the Overlord novels and i want to know what happens next.. but i’m not obsessing over it. i CAN re-watch the whole White Collar tv show in one sitting but im watching it now with my family so i exercise patience (or at least i try). Do you hold grudges against those who wronged you?: yeah. i thought im not that kind of person but at that time nobody had really wronged me that seriously. Are you in a relationship?: With myself. its complicated. at least we have a satisfying sex life lmao im tagging (you dont have to do it if you dont want to): @thestolengalaxy @sachanpwns @moderateslytherin @ihni @selenedarkbloom @women-seem-wicked @crzyhead-rock-el @sparkleeye @captainwingdings @heart-eyes-harrington

#about me #wastingtime draws

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tobespecial-a · 5 years

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HIYA FOLKS WELCOME TO MY BLOG HERE. GONNA KEEP THESE AS SIMPLE AS POSSIBLE SO LETS GET TO IT. --- this blog is dash only for now but may change in the near future.

first things first. i am a student in school monday - friday from 1-5pm so expect some slowness on my end. i am studying to be a mental health and addictions worker & am really passionate about the field i am in so i will be obviously prioritizing school & also irl commitments over rp. please respect this & we shall be dandy

now that thats outta the way. HI THERE I AM ES !!!! ( well technically its ESTELLE, but you can call me either or i do not mind !!! ) YOUR LOCAL NON-BINARY GAY ( they / them pls ) who is in fact straight af for a certain gay icon zachary quinto --- i hail from the pst timezone in vancouver canada. fun facts about me. ANYWHO ON WITH THE RULES.

REPLIES

this is not my only blog folks, it will be one of my more active ones, but it is not the only one i run. please be patient in terms of replies. i usually try to stay on top of my game but sometimes i miss shiz. pls poke me after 2 weeks if you are wondering, i may have missed it !! however it is likely in my drafts. PRO TIP THOUGH, i like each reply or starter posted to me, if i didn’t like it there is a 95% chance i did not see it. so please feel free to remind me after the 2 weeks.

also personals do not reblog my threads, ooc posts or anything thats not a reblogged photoset , its annoying, just don’t do it. -- i also have minor case of dyslexia so please be patient with spelling errors. i catch most of them, but sometimes i don’t get them all. if something becomes an issue please tell me.

FOLLOWING AND UNFOLLOWING

i am mutuals only. please keep this in mind. i will only take ooc asks from non mutuals. if i am not at least following you ( cos i know some people who i write with / have written with don’t follow everyone cos they want a clean dash, but they still wanna write ) then please don’t attempt ic interactions. this is your first & final warning. i will ignore attempts & block if it persists.

do not follow & refollow me repeatedly its also annoying & will likely get you blocked. i take a while to follow back sometimes, please be patient. i rarely unfollow so if you see it happen, please poke me. however i have the right to ignore it, or not answer. you have the invitation, i just don’t have to invite you in if i chose to revoke it.

disclaimer i probably will not follow blogs that romantically ship peter/claire. incest normally doesn’t bother me enough to mention it, but this one just really is a big nope for me. sorry in advance.

CHARACTERIZATION

gabriel is based off nbc heroes & my own personal headcanons. at the point of writing this i have seen the first & second season, i am making my way through the rest of the show at present. don’t worry about spoilers though as i pretty much know most of the major plot points for gabriel during the series, just not all the specifics. --- threads will generally take place in aus & content i have seen however, until i have caught up. though idk how big the fandom is so i sense a lot of aus my way any ways lol

*** REGARDING HEROES REBORN

i have no plans to watch it. sylar isn’t even in the show so its really just not required of me to view it. any plot lines transpired in that canon will never be seen in any way on my blog. sylar reforms himself post series & just goes on from there. when i officially make it through the whole show i will write proper headcanons on that.

ACTIVITY

because of school & other blogs i won’t always be around. however i can always be reached by mobile if you need anything, just hmu. thank you for your patience in this regard. also fair warning i do have ADD a low grade form of ADHD so i get a lot of the fun extras that come with it. please respect there are times i may need to step back or times when i become disassociated , its been happening a lot lately so i wanted to inform people so they don’t think i am ignoring them. i promise its not you, its me, i just need space. FOR THE MOST PART, i am usually always around to answer ims & messages so do not be afraid to message me or anything.

SHIPPING

ah yes everyones fave category. if anyone has questions you can always im me or hu my ask box for more deets. GABRIEL IS PANSEXUAL BORDERLINE GRAY ROMANTIC ( hes between demi & gray )

imma start off by saying that i ship syelle as well as petlar. a note about the later, from what i have read & seen i will only really ship them ( petlar ) during / post the wall, which at the time of writing this i still need to view. i would be open to pre show aus to start at this point.

anything else is fair game at this point, just be aware sylar isn’t looking for anything serious really during heroes canon. plus hes not exactly a nice guy so like be warned there. ---- honest to god if your interested in shipping with sylar or gabriel ( yes there is a difference ) pls come @ me. the worst i can do is say no.

i will also state i don’t ship sylaire because well…. shes underage ???? & before you leap down my throat about heroes reborn, most of the content i have seen is her being underage. but i’m not gonna accuse anyone of aging anyone up for a ship, cos there is canon where she is older. i am just not interested. don’t see the appeal, i’ve read way too much meta & just don’t see it.

it is also worth noting that post 3x01 the second coming, sylar can no longer die. he is immortal. save for one weak spot which he aint about to tell anyone where it is.

finally ummmm i’m 22 guys so no lying about your age to smut with me. i will block your ass if you do. don’t make me be the bad guy.

GODMODDING

pls do not god mod my muse. you wanna write him ?? make a blog of your own, or go write some fic. i play three strikes. first time is a reminder, second time is a thread drop third time is a partner all together drop. THESE CAN BE EXERCISED AT MY DISCRETION HOWEVER

also i think its worth mentioning cos some might see this as potential godmodding. sylar is not a nice guy, hes a type of serial killer. he will kill you if it benefits him, or if you piss him off enough. hes not above doing it just to prove a point. he will hurt you if you make angry, might not kill you but he can hurt you if you anger him. so if your muse riles him up enough ?? just be prepared for potential violence, that might follow. --- i will not exercise my muses strength cos you think its funny to have yours poke the hive. -- if you don’t like this, please don’t attempt to write with me. my muse is a villian for most of the show & i won’t be watering him down for you.

OOC VS. IC KNOWLEDGE

at the point i am in the show, the only people who know what sylar looks like are the people that have seen him, furthermore only those who have heard the name know he is even a thing. so its safe to say a lot of normal savillians don’t know him. HELL a lot of the heroes don’t know him either. --- keep this in mind when interacting. if your character has special abilities to know who he is, thats different, but don’t just assume you know who he is or what he does.

FURTHERMORE TO GO OFF A TANGENT i am not gonna be too keen to see a bunch of starters of people begging for their lives. gabriel is a hell of a lot more then just a random serial killer. he is a complex character who has feelings & issues of his own. hes not going to kill just anyone for the sake of it. please bare this in mind. i will likely not reply to those kind of random interactions. --- by all means if you wanna plot something like that i am game for it, but please give me the heads up. i will not reduce my muse to a stereotype killer, cause hes not & thats the tea. he only kills when it benefits him, its not a sport for the hell of it.

TRIGGERING CONTENT

given the nature of my muse there will be some triggering themes on this blog. such as murder, gore, suicide, manipulation. if anyone is bothered by this, please blacklist accordingly. i tag “ insert trigger “ tw. i will not be posting heavy gore on this blog in visuals at least & i ask you tag it if you post it. i’m fine with a bit of blood, but too much makes me a little ill. writing is fine, anything like a photoset with heavy gore needs to be tagged for me, & i myself will not be posting such content.

MAINS & EXCLUSIVES

i will only be doing exclusives for ships & crossover fandoms at this time. if you are interested in being mains lemme know. i do however require previous interaction ic or occ, preferably both. if you wanna be exclusive i ask you return the favour otherwise i drop the exclusivity.

AND I THINK THATS ABOUT IT !! I PROMISE I AM LESS SCARY THEN THESE RULES MAKE ME SEEM, I AM GIANT NERD WHO IS HELLA FRIENDLY & LIKES TO GUSH ABOUT HER FAVES ALWAYS !! MUTUALS MAY ASK FOR DISCORD IF THEY WISH TO TALK THERE

NOW HURRY UP & ATTACK MY INBOX OR IMS OR LIKE A STARTER CALL LETS WRITE !!

#rules !

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ao3feed-tododeku · 6 years

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The Winter Snow and Burning Evergreens

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LQ1kTf by CloudDreamer

by CloudDreamer

Izuku Todoroki, the quirkless son of the number two hero, was starting to lose hope that he could ever reach his dreams... until a fate encounter with the number one hero changes his entire life. Shouto Midoriya has never had any reason to doubt he'd be able to be a great hero, but he's still worried he won't be able to measure up to everyone's expectations for him.

Attending UA is certainly going to be a challenge. But they wouldn't have it any other way. In other words, Izuku is a Todoroki and Shouto is a Midoriya.

Words: 4980, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), izuku todoroki, shouto midoriya, Mineta Minoru, Uraraka Ochako, Hatsume Mei, Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Inko, Todoroki Shouto's Mother, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Iida Tenya, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Toga Himiko, Dabi (My Hero Academia), Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Mustard (My Hero Academia), Muscular (My Hero Academia), Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), Sensei | All For One, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Ishiyama Ken | Cementoss

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina/Hagakure Tooru, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Iida Tenya/Ojiro Mashirao, Amajiki Tamaki/Toogata Mirio, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Shouji Mezou/Tokoyami Fumikage

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Character Swap, Mineta Minoru Dies, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, a lack of coping and chill, we're (not) sorry, evil authors, first name basis, Developing Friendships, Complicated Relationships, Abusive Parents, Scars, buy one trauma get one free, in which izuku recieves much more trauma than he asked for, Burns, Pain, dabi is a midoriya now well that's a thing that happened, we're in for some fun times, Everyone Is Gay, except Mineta, symbolism and stuff, Heavy Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Gore, Domestic Violence, Inko doesn't deserve this, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, its very small though, Concerned Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, no really i promise, this time i'll have patience, Gay Panic, Lesbians, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, endeavor's a plus parenting, Sarcasm, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, im tagging with the original names so it'll show up, Autistic Todoroki Shouto, izuku midoriya has adhd, autistic ida, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Dekusquad (My Hero Academia), Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), DysFUNctional families, Quirk Marriages (My Hero Academia), Dabi and Todoroki Shouto Are Siblings, canon? i don't know her

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2LQ1kTf

#AO3Feed #FanFics #AO3Feed Tododeku #💚#💙#Tododeku #My Hero Academia #Boku no Hero Academia

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all-ringils-blazing · 6 years

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11 Questions

I was tagged by @murasakihime

Μα πάντα να με σκέφτεσαι ;;;;!!! xD Ευχαριστώ πολύ πολύ πολύ :’D !!!!! ❤❤❤

Rules: post the rules, answer the 11 questions, make up 11 new questions, and tag 11 people.

Questions:

1. What are you listening to right now?

This cool playlist of Blues and Rock ballads. Amazingly relaxing, especially for a lonely Saturday night with the company of red wine.

2. If there’s one thing you wish you could be good at, what would it be?

Aaaaaaah playing the guitar :’D !!!!! ❤❤❤

3. Do you have any pets? What is (are) their name(s)?

My baby dog, Leo❤ He is actually a grandpa but for me, he is still my baby❤ Now and forever !!! ❤

4. What are your three greatest strengths?

Realism, patience and kindness I guess.

5. What was your first fandom?

As a kid, Pokemon. But when I started fangirling around, Harry Potter too.

6. What are you most looking forward to in 2018?

IRON MAIDEN LIVE CONCERT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ..... (rumor has it she is still screaming)

7. What do you like to do as a pick-me-up?

Drink coffee, listen to music, watch videos of my fav youtubers.

8. What’s one thing you’re really proud of?

I managed to lose 8 kilos in the last months. I was never overweight but I really needed it for myself and only. I feel better with my body, healthy, stronger.

9. Name something that made you happy today.

Slept a lot? Played The Witcher? Spent time with my dog and my friends?

10. What character do you relate to the most?

I dont knooooow maybe Celty from Durarara!, she is the only one I can think as a character so close to me.

11. What’s the first thing on your list that you’d recommend for someone to watch, listen to, or read?

Boku no Hero Academia, there is no person alive that won’t like it even for a little. I’m 99,9% sure x’D

Some old and gold rock music. Not metal. I know it’s not made for everyone but rock, yes it is !!! No excuses.

Tolkien for sure. Or The Hound of the Baskervilles.

And because Im a piece of idiot shit, I just found out I was supposed to answer the following questions, and noooo it’s not the first time it happens in a kind of tag game like this, I just copied the post and didnt notice, why am I like this. Anyway....

@murasakihime ‘s Questions:

1. What can easily anger you?

People’s immaturity.

2. Which are the fandoms you are in?

Not many but mostly Im into Hellsing, Magi, Bnha, Game of Thrones, Stranger Things, Witcher, Harry Potter, any Tolkien related fandom.

3. Do you prefer otp(s) or brotp(s)?

Not the romantic type so, brotps !!!!!!!!

4. Do you like to read? If you do, which is your favourite book?

Im not into reading, I prefer spending time by listening to music and (trying) to play something on the guitar but Silmarillion was a top of the top.

5. Which is your favourite mythical creature?

Dragons !!!

6. Which place in the world would you like to visit?

Ireland, China, Istanbul !!!

7. Are you a dog or a cat person?

100% dog-person blood runs through these veins, mate. They are all my children !!!

8. If you could live in a different historical era which one would you choose and why?

Medieval but I know I would be dead in the very first 5 minutes yeaaaah x’‘D ✌

9. Which is your favourite character from all time?

....If you people know me EVEN for a bit, you realize it is Alucard from Hellsing, right?

10. Which is your ultimate notp?

Alucard x EVERYONE IN FUCKIN HELLSING

11. Which is your most unpopular opinion on your main fandom?

About Hellsing? The above ↑ I dont ship him with anyone. No, I dont ship him with Integra. No I dont ship him with Seras. And noooooo I dont ship him with Walter or Anderson. H E M U S T B E F U C K I N A L O N E !

I dont know if I can find 11 questions but I will give it a try.

My Questions:

1. What’s something you really want right now?

2. What’s your ringtone?

3. Any siblings?

4. How is your relationship with them?

5. How did you get your name?

6. If you could choose your name right now, what would it be?

7. Do you dance when you are alone?

8. What’s the genre of music you dislike the most?

9. A singer/band you can’t stand?

10. Are you a hug-person?

11. What is the most important thing in life for you?

I MADE IT !!! 🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘

SO to celebrate my achievement, I tag:

@vitrielle @judal-is-my-spirit-animal @juhaku-inspired @harmonicstupidity @integrathegreat @devilinhighheels @mochibat @mochalian @maggoula @arnoediad @apocalypse-118 @repairing-shi @everyoneis-alone @vaticanvampire @maumauxmau @killinguwithumbrellas @noinobonoto @silent-calling

I know I tagged more than 11 people but I really wanna see what you’ll answer guys !!! ^^

Answer anything you want, just my questions or all of them !!! (Please do it, don’t let me be an idiot all aloooone x‘D)

Also if you are not tagged you know what to do. Just answer them too !!! I wanna know more about you all :’D It’s fun !!!

(Ευχαριστώ και πάλι φίλη μου !!!!! ^^ ❤ )

#personal shit

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