A common headcanon in this community, is that the characters have some kind of trauma from the life series, even when they’re back on hermitcraft/other smps. And impulse just confirmed it in his episode 15.

Breathing is something you don’t think about until you can’t do it anymore.💀

Story of Frill being brought back is something that has been hiding in my folders for several years unfinished. I’m still not quite happy with it, but I guess it’s time to accept it and move on to something else. 

Frill is my DnD character. A skeleton bard with a lot of package to carry on his bony shoulders. 

when a bunch of your friends come out as non-binary

cw | blood, injury, angst

The sun was bright, almost obnoxiously so, the air smelling of spring, sweets, and flowers. Birds chirped happily as they flew across the bright blue sky, some stopping to observe life beneath them from electrical wires that hung above while others continued their journey, once again singing their joyous tune.

It was a beautiful day, and you were dying.

It was supposed to be an easy mission: survey the area, take out the curse (a fourth grade, the report misinformed), and be on your way. However, the aforementioned “simple mission” took a turn for the worst and resulted in the difficult exorcism of a horde of vicious curses and Inumaki’s hands stained with your blood.

The collar of his uniform was unzipped, mouth opening and closing as he searched for something, anything he could say that wouldn’t curse you far more than you already had been. Just hold on, stay a little longer—he only wished he could offer you his reassurance through more than his pleading gazes and shaking hands.

“It’s not safe here, Toge,” you managed, looking up at the boy who’s lips were stained with his own blood from use of his cursed speech. “You shouldn’t—you can’t use your cursed technique anymore without hurting yourself. The veil hasn’t been lifted yet, th-”

You cut yourself off with a cough as blood sputtered from your lips and Inumaki’s hands applied more pressure to the deep wound in your abdomen, violet eyes widening with worry. The corners of your vision were beginning to darken, Inumaki’s face going in and out of focus before you. You were fading away—you could feel it, as could he.

He had called Ijichi numerous times to no avail (Inumaki’s phone had no signal while yours was shattered following a nasty blow dealt to you by the curse), the older man most likely trying to lower the veil after sensing something had gone awry—you always commended Ijichi on his perceptiveness.

Without a working phone, Inumaki couldn’t reach any of his fellow second years, nor could he his underclassmen, and Gojo was away God knows where on a business trip, though Inumaki was doubtful if his sensei would have been able to break through the veil, had he been there.

Nobody was coming.

A loud bang sounded from around you—it was likely another curse, clumsily stalking it’s prey before launching its attack. Inumaki was far too concerned with your blood seeping through the gaps of his fingers to worry about his surroundings.

“Toge, please,” you sobbed, not even having realized you’d begun crying until you heard your quivering voice plead with the blond. “I-I’m fine, really, I-”

More blood fell from your lips, and more tears welled up in Inumaki’s eyes and fell onto his flushed cheeks. The curse was getting closer, you could feel it.

“If you don’t kill that curse, we’ll both end up dead.” With as much strength as you could muster you pushed Inumaki away from you, leaving the curse just in his line of sight from where he sat a mere foot away from you. You met his worried look with a weak nod of reassurance before rolling him his throat spray which had fallen out of his pocket in his frenzy.

Biting back another coughing fit of blood to the best of your ability, you smiled.

“I’ll be fine, just hurry.”

Another loud bang, and Inumaki knew he could no longer ignore the beast that was quickly approaching. Everything after that happened far too quickly for Inumaki to recall—trying his best to look past the smeared blood on the outside of his throat spray, he downed the bottle quickly before attacking the curse nearly just as fast, and by utilizing both his cursed speech and the cursed weapon he’d borrowed from Maki, he exorcised the curse with such speed that even Gojo Satoru himself would have been impressed.

Unfortunately, Inumaki wasn’t fast enough.

The first thing Ijichi heard once the veil had been lifted was the guttural sound of sobs, and the first thing he saw upon rushing into the previously cursed alleyway was your limp body clutched in Inumaki’s arms.

His voice, hoarse from overuse, repeated your name over and over and over again, each time more desperate and hurt than the last.

“Don’t leave me,” he sobbed, your body still warm in his hands, your blood staining his uniform. “Don’t leave, please don’t leave, please…”

The sun was bright, and the air smelt of spring, sweets, and flowers. Birds chirped happily as they flew across the bright blue sky, some stopping on an adjacent rooftop to listen to Inumaki’s hopeless cries before continuing on their journey, singing their merry songs once more.

It was a beautiful day, and Inumaki had lost you.

Miguel and Rea

Because I have literally no idea what the title of this fanfic should be...

This is a Miguel O'Hara X Female Original Character Fanfic... Okay, let's get right into it...

Rea never really had much to her name. She started out with nothing, on the rough streets of Mexico, abandoned. Alone.

Vulnerable.

She couldn't earn. She didn't have anyone to feed her. So, she'd steal. Going maybe one meal a day, two if you were lucky, her first meal always sometime around one in the afternoon, because that's when the lunch hour rush used to provide cover for stealing. Eventually, though, at sixteen, a sloppy job got her caught, by a cop, Officer Diego Cruz.

That's when her life changed. Rea was taken in under his wing, raised like his daughter. He'd lost his wife a while back to cancer, so he had no family of his own, save for his dog, Lilly. But that wasn't the end of the struggle for her.

She got bit by a radioactive spider, at nineteen. And her father, albeit foster father, but her father, he...

Well, he died.

Her family was broken.

She.

Was.

Alone.

... Again.

After that, she vowed, never to to use her powers ever again. No matter what. And she never did. She threw herself into her studies, casually coming out in the evening with Lilly, just to walk her. So why was another so called "Spiderman" sitting in the living room of her house right now, knees wide apart, elbows resting on them, hands intertwined in the middle?

She'd entered the house just now, just closed the door behind you, and Lilly had ran to the kitchen, going to her bowl of water and the one of food right next to it. When her eyes glanced to the side, there was a man. A huge man. Sitting on your sofa, the light of the golden hour shining behind him, shrouding his entire being in darkness, a silhouette against the evening.

"WHAT THE -"

He was there in a split second, strong, heavy, muscled body pushing her hard against the wall, every inch of his hard chest pressed against her own soft one, large, gloved hand coming to your face, clamping her mouth shut. His touch felt almost unbearable on Rea's skin, burning her, but she had to fight the urge to roll back her eyes at the sensation. She hadn't felt anything like this in years... She hadn't really felt much of anything since her Dad...

Rea had to take a deep breath to calm herself, and center her emotions, but that was a major, major mistake. His scent immediately clouded her senses, overwhelmingly powerful... And so calming. He smelled fresh, dewy...

Almost like life.

He was the best thing she'd ever smelled.

Even as her body reacted this way to his, she struggled against him, and when she wasn't able to break free, she closed her eyes, and waited. Her power took a second to work, but eventually, they did, and the man went flying back into the wall, then dropped to the floor. She pulled the sleeves of her oversized black hoodie up, bending your knees, taking an attacking stance.

"Who. Are. You?" she asked.

The man was expressionless as he got up. "You need to come with me." Rea's insides lurched at the sound of his smooth, deep voice. It seemed to bathe over her, touching each and every part of her, even from across the room. It didn't help that her body has almost committed to memory how he felt pressed up against her, had desperately clung to the contact. She didn't realise how starved she'd been, for connection. Both physical and emotional.

But she shoved aside all those thoughts, and glowered at him.

"What the fuck?" she said. "Like hell I do."

He only seemed mildly annoyed. "You don't understand."

"Then make me understand, you bastard. I'll ask one last time. Who the fuck are you?"

His lip quirked up in a pitiful mockery of a smile. Finally, something that made him less attractive. "You've got quite the mouth on yourself, don't you, Rea?"

She was quiet, a moment. Considering his words. Or rather trying to consider them. But her mind suddenly seemed to be out of her control, a different entity than her entirely, repeating over and over again the way her name rolled of his tongue, warm, languid, familiar. Like he'd done it a thousand times before. Like he knew her inside out.

Finally, when her throat found its voice again, she croaked out, "How do you know my name?"

"Come with me, and I'll tell you everything." His voice had gone low. He was trying to be gentle. But Rea could tell it wasn't something that came naturally to him.

Rea didn't care. She knew that no matter what happened or what he said, she wasn't about to go to some place she didn't know with someone she didn't know. "Bitch, I don't want to know anything, just get the fuck outta my house!" she yelled.

The man just shook his head.

"You seem to think you have a choice," he said, as he started walking toward her.

"No," Rea said. "Stay away," she said, a desperate attempt to keep him away from her body. Because she knew, if he pressed against her again, he'd find her heartbeat had shot up, going at an alarmingly high pace.

And her mind... Her mind had gone crazy, flooding itself with images and thoughts of before. It felt like her entire body had rebelled against her, every fibre of her being protesting against her words, begging this strange man, yes, yes, please, come to me. Take me away.

Take me far, far away from this hell...

To Be Continued...

(Original by Leena Maeyea)

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Love how Esther goes from wearing her little early 1900s dresses to becoming Leena and accepting the modern clothes and practical ponytail.

what color character are you?

These are SO long. So I aint tagging no one, but if you do this please let me know!! Quiz is here: QUIZ!!

Tristan [maybe-ish; some of this perfect but some of it is completely off]

light blue character

Light Blue characters are laidback and creative, often with a good sense of humor that ranges from sarcastic to straight up puns. They are good at community building because of their chill and funny nature, and they are expert planners. They normally aren’t very uptight, but can become so when they feel there is something that needs to be done, or feels that their authority is being undermined. They have a very strong sense of responsibility, mainly for people in their care, often an older sibling figure to many of those close to them. They can get paranoid and overbearing when they are worried about those that they are caring for. They can also act childish and have fun but they like having people around who can see their maturity and treat them accordingly. They use a lot of humor to get around dealing with their internal problems, and tend to complain about surface level issues in order to ignore their more vulnerable feelings. Because of their tendency to make jokes and try to get people to laugh, they aren’t often recognized for their intelligence. Sometimes they lack common sense and it plays out in humorous ways, but when it really counts they are quite perceptive and intelligent, brilliant inventors and strategists. Their decisions may seem impulsive, but are usually quite thought out and purposeful. They aren’t the type of person who really wants to be the sole lead, but they want to have a say in the decision making, and they need their input to be taken seriously. They often feel inferior to others and can become defensive when their ideas or sense is questioned because of it. They don’t generally get things handed to them, but have to work for what they want. This can make them feel out of place in a space with others who people praise as “exceptional”, and being the “ordinary” one is a bit of a sore spot. They can tend to act cocky and confident to disguise their insecurities, again often using humor to help them along. Light blue characters need people who ask for their opinion often, give them proper recognition for their positive traits, and don’t leave them out of important decisions, but also don’t let them take on too much. They need people who will see past their witty barrier and allow them to try and figure out and come to terms with their feelings.

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Richard [ehhhhhhhhhh - I think what I saw of yellow might fit better, but I keep getting pink, SO!]

pink character

Pink characters are generally sweet and nice people who care about their friends deeply. They don’t often chose to be a part of the action, but instead get swept up in it almost against their will. They often aren’t fully equipped for the situations that are thrown at them, and can have a lot of feelings of inadequacy as a result. They don’t tend to be fighters, often preferring learning and discovery to anything else. They will go along with risky plans in order to help their group of friends or organization that they’re close to, but they’re generally terrified of whatever they’re doing. They are lighthearted and have a good sense of humor, fun to banter with but finding it hard to be genuinely mean to others. They are pretty emotional and sensitive, which turns out to be one of their greatest strengths. They have a lot of emotional maturity and are good at recognizing others’ needs. They are one of the voices of reason amongst a group of often impulsive people, which manifests itself in ways that others might dismiss as paranoia. (It is in some ways, but their fear of what might go wrong is also a crucial step to making the planning process so sound.) Even around people who care about them, they can tend to be the butt of the joke, and don’t have healthy boundaries to stop it. As they grow, they don’t necessarily become less fearful, but they do have a stronger sense of courage to get through their fears. They are compassionate friends and often do small things to show that they are thinking of the people are around them. They are dependable and trustworthy and a good ally to have. Pink characters need people around them who won’t mock them for being sensitive or having fears, but will validate their feelings and encourage them to overcome their doubts about themselves. They need their boundaries to be encouraged and respected, and for others not to pressure them into doing something they’ve said no to. [Not that he doesn't need people like that, but he isn't bad at doing it himself]

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Aleena:

orange character [maaaybe]

Orange characters are charismatic and talented. They push themselves to be the best at everything they put their mind to, and get upset when they can’t meet their own standards. They tend to be prodigies, seeming almost superhuman in their genius or abilities, but they often base their self-worth off of how well they can perform, making them feel isolated from the others around them. While most people see orange characters as cocky and self-absorbed, they are actually quite insecure in themselves. They want attention and validation from others, but because of their faux confidence and the constant (and often somewhat empty) praise from the people around them, the people that are truly closest to them often withhold it from them. This often leads them to push themselves beyond their limits to succeed and/or act out in unhealthy and self-destructive ways, in an effort to get some kind of recognition. These characters seek to impress, and have a hard time telling praise from love. They have a constant need to be the hero, in whatever context that means for them. These characters usually have a sense of humor and wit that can tend to flatter themselves (although much of what they say is rooted in truth), but it’s contrasting to some of their more self-deprecating natures. They can be serious loners, since they isolate themselves from others in an attempt to protect themselves. Although they would never admit it, they crave acceptance and belonging. Others generally don’t see this, because orange characters are loathe to admit weakness and build up defenses by making it clear that they don’t care what others think, although they do. In childhood, it is likely that their parental figures were either absent or abusive, often holding them up to high standards while not providing enough positive reinforcement. Other characters need to treat orange characters not as an annoyance, or give up on them quickly, but to make it clear that they are willing to love and support them regardless of how useful they can be, and to voice compliments where they are due.

q: you worst memory on track?

yuki: when i crashed into pierre in silverstone

q: your best memory together?

pierre: when he crashed into me in silverstone

These two have been stuck in my head. I don't remember what kind of turtle this lil guy is but can I right a oneshot about them?? And if I have the motivation multiple chapters.

OMGZ 😭 ofc u can i'd luv that !!!

Haruki is a spiny terrapin and leena finds him in a krang lab on a mission when she was 21 (& haruki was 1 ) and she adopts him. him and his little sister shiro are leena's everything! haruki has so much energy and is full of joy and whimsy!

The Leverage Mashup you never knew you wanted

so.

@anandabrat and me were talking today, as you do, about Leverage and Hustle and Jaime Murray, and about putting Jaime into the Leverage crew. And then I thought, why stop at that? Heck, why not have an all-female Leverage crew, with some of our favorite characters? So, we humbly present for your consideration:

Hitter

This was actually the one that took us the longest - but here she is:

angry as hell: ✔ frighteningly competent at all kinds of combat: ✔ militant, violent past: ✔ can be utterly charming one moment and kick your ass the next: ✔ men fear her, women want her: ✔ will protect her family at all cost: ✔ soft, introspective side that she only shows to those she trusts most: ✔

So yeah.

Hitter: Kira Nerys

Hacker

(GIF source)

So, hear me out. In Leverage, Hardison isn't just the hacker, he's the heart of the team. He has the emotional openness and wisdom to keep people honest and allow them to be vulnerable. He creates that atmosphere. Also, while (if we stay with Warehouse characters) Claudia seems a more obvious choice, I do NOT want to whitewash the only character of color on the team. So!

Hacker: Leena

Thief

There is no other. You do not change perfection.

Thief: Parker

Grifter

We did want Jaime Murray on this team, didn't we?

Grifter: Helena "nobody knows what the G stands for (not even she herself)" Wells

Mastermind

Listen, you know that you're gonna get Bering and Wells from me, right? I mean, am I not known for that by now?

Smart, organized, knows everything about everything, plans for every possibility, can be as ruthless and pragmatic as the job demands.

Also, a history of loss, a bad relationship with her father, emotionally closed off, takes forever to let people in and allow herself to embrace the found family that has assembled around her? ✔

Mastermind: Myka Bering

Bonus: Extra Grifter

And, when Helena needs to leave for a bit to find herself, she introduces the team to:

Tara Cole, aka Amanda Martin, aka Myka's ex-wife. (hey, remember when the Leverage crew pulled in Maggie for the Davids Job?)

Today afternoon your hands chased to break me. And now you come to build me, mother? Like most nights you fear of a brain hemorrhage that sits by my bed and in the next morning, you sit within me, blocking my arteries. You see the fine lines on my forehead, formed too young, and wonder why nurture such stress? You don't remember, it's fine. And I don't have the heart to tell you they are your gifts, atleast not tonight.

I think we don’t consider enough, that Grian wanted to be a watcher. We always talk about, how he escaped them. But I think the whole story becomes a lot more interesting and terrifying when we take into consideration that Grian wanted the watcher life. He wanted that power, he wanted to leave his human life and become one of them.

At the end of Evo he choose to join the watchers. Which means the story is not one of a cult member escaping, but of a person joining something he probably didn’t know was a cult and slowly realizing all the fucked up things going on and then escaping.

Also just the act of realizing he made the wrong choice, that he traded his life for this. Hating himself for being this dumb and joining; and now having to deal with his choice, fully knowing it was all his own fault, his own greed for power.

It becomes even worse when we start thinking about this in terms of the life series. I mean, imagine escaping a cult and being happily out of it and out of its reach (hermitcraft) and then you‘re thrusted into their power again (life series).

The horror, the angst, the flashbacks of being one of them. All of that after thinking to have escaped for good.

is “warehouse 13 muppet episode” anything

it's probably not in my nature (cause I like DRAMA), but I wonder if I'll ever write an all-women mystical order that's like. more wholesome lol. the one Soyolmaa belongs to is possible the closer I'll come to: worthy goal, conscious of diplomatic practices; sure, some members did grave robbing, and there's some unintentional ritual cannibalism and then some INTENTIONAL ritual cannibalism, but nobody's perect.

then there's the Galatea, the one Leena escapes. there's more to it but think "CIA-levels of unethical transnational bullshit and ALSO they have machines to mess with the deepest corners of your mind."

thinking abt posting my geto fic next…

I really need a new person at the warehouse to confront HG about her feelings for Myka. Like maybe its the middle of the night and new person comes downstairs and finds her nursing a cup of tea and takes the opportunity to poke at what they’ve noticed over the brief time since they arrived. And maybe they don’t think they’ll be around for long (cuz who really does in the beginning) so they say that maybe it’ll be easier to talk about with someone they won’t be stuck with for the rest of time, and Helena is so tired and she’s been holding it in long enough that she actually explains, telling them how Myka Bering is the person who knows her best in the world, that she trusted Helena with her life, even when she almost cost it, even when she almost took it. How she isn’t sure if Myka is attracted to women, or attracted to her. How she won’t gamble their friendship on a maybe. How Myka knows she’s bi, but hasn’t said anything. And maybe this person would see through it, would confirm that Helena had finally just come out and said it by saying she was dating a woman. And they would gently ask how HG would feel if Myka told her by dating a woman. Maybe she’ll realize that Myka could be hurting the same. Maybe she won’t gamble on it yet, but maybe she will soon. Basically I just need someone who wasn’t there for their whole history to see the look in her eyes when she sees Myka and to know what it means, and for Helena to finally tell someone.