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cheonstapes · 8 months

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miguel o'hara stars in... 'NERD!MIGUEL STARTS AN ONLYFANS' (ง ื▿ ื)ว

a/n~ this popped in my head so quick and i thought i was gonna combust if i didn’t start writng then and there٩( ᐛ )و once again all creds to @nymphomatique 💗

part 2

summary; your nerdy almost-boyfriend starts an onlyfans without you knowing.

wc; 1.6k

pairings; nerd!miguel o'hara x rich!fem!reader

cw; SMUT!!, onlyfans, miguel being embarrassed, m!masturbation, panty kink, humiliation kink, sub!miguel pretending to be a dom, miguel being obsessed with reader (//∇//), dom!reader, reader being possessive (as you should), the woman was too stunned to speak, paint me like one of your french girls, nawt proofread - i was half asleep

ok,, nerd! miguel with a secret onlyfans that he hides from you.

because he’s lowkey embarrassed

because he wants you to find it and punish him for sharing what’s yours with others

on top of that, he’s one of the top accounts on the site. i mean it’s not a surprise- he’s still hot as fuck. extremely tall, chiseled body, thick thighs, sexy face, big dick- he’s quite literally perfect, and he knows you know that.

he only started it because of you, anyway. the compliments you whisper in his ears, telling him how beautiful he is, how much you love his body, he never realised how fine he actually is. so one day whilst he was sitting in your dorm, finishing up on of your reports, he decided he would put his body to good use. you were out for the night, and you probably wouldn’t come back until the next morning so he had all the time in the world.

he scrolled through a few pics you took of him on your phone, but something was bugging him. he looked so…submissive in them. yeah, of course he enjoyed being submissive - but only for you. the idea of other people seeing him in a way that’s reserved for you and you only giving him a strange feeling in his chest. miguel was a virgin before he met you though, so being submissive was really all he knew. being dominant felt wrong, but he was willing to give it a try.

feeling a surge of confidence, he stood up from your desk, stripping himself of his shirt, leaving him clad in his loose sweats. he sat on your queen sized bed, scooting himself up to the headboard. he really was a tall motherfucker though, long legs dangling off the edges of your fluffy mattress. he props one leg up, resting his elbow against it as he angles the camera down towards his chest, bulging muscles highlighted by your warm fairy lights.

he takes pic after pic, different angles and positions around your room even using some of your toys as props. but in all of those pictures, he never showed his face - that’s for you, and nothing can change that. instead, he offered his followers a view of his plump lips, pulled into a lazy grin in every photo.

a few months pass and he’s been racking up followers like crazy, all the money he makes - he spends on you, of course, buying you bags, clothes, shoes, anything his pretty mommy desires. you don’t question where he was getting all that money from, miguel also came from a pretty wealthy family - he did still spend as much of his parents money on you as he could.

eventually, he was in the top 3 creators of the site. he started to get a bit more raunchy with his posts, after that, he blew up like crazy. the constant *pings*! from his phone, however, was a means for suspicion. since when was your little loser of a boyfriend, well he’s not your boyfriend yet, but since when was he popular? like, people only know who he is because of you, and still nothing really changed since you claimed him as yours - so what’s with this sudden boost in attention he’s receiving?

he sits across from you, at your desk again, as you glare holes into his back from your plush bed. he’s smiling at his phone, the screen hidden from your view and you can only assume the worst. he’s talking to other bitches. everyone knew you were possessive, but when it comes to miguel? that’s a whole ‘nother situation. you wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of anyone who even thought about fucking around with your miguel. having connections is a real blessing.

your tongue clicks in annoyance, voice cutting through the comfortable silence in the room as you call out to him. “miguel, give me your phone.” you hold a hand out towards him, unmoving as your face remains devoid of emotion - although your twitching eyebrow tells a lot. he looks up at you immediately, pushing his frames back up his face. “w-what d’you need my phone f-for?” it was a valid question in any other circumstance, but this wasn’t any other circumstance. this was your obedient, not so little, miguel questioning you.

your brows raise, an amused scoff leaving your glossy lisp. you raise from the bed, strutting over to him as you snatch his phone from his hand. “the fuck is up with this attitude, hm? i don’t remember teachin’ you to be a little brat.” you sneer down at him, he was pathetic, really. face flushing as he realised his mistake, stumbling over his words and whimpering soft pleas of forgiveness. “shut it.” you don’t spare him another glance, gripping his phone as you sit back on your bed, crossing your legs.

unlocking his phone was easy, his password is your birthday - you could smile at how cutely obsessed with you he is but you where too pissed off at the moment. and of course, his lock screen and wallpaper is a picture of you, the same with his instagram pfp as you scroll through his chats. everything was weirdly innocent. there were only brief dm’s between him and what seemed like old friends and some current friends you didn’t even know he had, even his snapchat was completely barren.

you double, even triple checked his socials - not even a finsta in sight. with a deep sigh, you give up. of course you weren’t going to say out loud that you were overthinking but- oh? that stupid notification sound again. you quickly looked down at his phone again, seeing a notification from twitter. you completely forgot about it - seeing as it’s not even fucking called twitter anymore. (still bitter about this, fuck elon musty)

clicking on it, your eyes widen in surprise. this whole account was a complete 360 from the miguel that grovels at your feet on a daily basis. the most teasingly sexy posts litter his feed - promising all that and more if you just clicked on the link in his bio, and that you did. miguel was watching you nervously the whole time, thinking the worst at your silent reactions. he moves to stand, hoping that just maybe he can get his phone back. “sit the fuck down.” and he sits.

what a fucking slut. your good little boy, in all these different positions, fooling his fans into thinking he’s some strong, sexy, dom. getting off in your bed, calling his fans all the nasty names you call him. the whole situation was just so funny to you. these poor people, they didn’t know how much their favourite daddy dom was in fact a little bitch, for you and you only.

there was a part of you that was happy seeing have so much confidence, as much as you want to keep him all to yourself. it was kinda hot, him trying to act all dominant. you’d be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t make your cunt throb, biting your lips as you scroll deeper, and deeper. one post in particular caught your eyes, though. it was a video, the lighting was darker than the others but his body was just as clear. you put the volume all the way up, snickering at miguel’s frightened gasp behind you.

you can see why this post had so many likes now, cause god was it sexy. miguel laid on your bed, his face not visible, chest on display as he lightly ran his strong hands up and down his body, mumbling deep praises to his fans about how ‘good’ they are for him, how well he could fuck his pretty little sluts, how they probably wish they were there with him. who wouldn’t? his fat cock was drizzled in lube, sticky, hard, and leaking all over his hand. it rested on his stomach, smearing pre all over his happy trail, as he traced a thick finger along the throbbing veins.

his moans where still just like you knew them to be, whiny and breathy, small whimpers leaking through his spit soaked lips. his hand worked himself faster, pumping up and down just like you do, skimming over his tip in the same way you do. after all, you’re the only one who knows how to use him. it feels like he edges himself forever. constantly stopping and starting, gripping onto his cock tightly to stop himself from exploding all over himself.

he pants heavily, growling softly as he pulls something up out of frame, a small black lacy thong. your black lacy thong, the same one you had on right now. he wrapped it around his aching cock, rubbing his tip along the crotch before rapidly fucking himself into the fabric. he doesn’t last long though, the thong smelt like you, he had only taken it a few minutes before he started filming - digging through your dirty laundry like some depraved perv to find the perfect pair.

only after a couple quick pumps did he spill all over the pretty fabric, his mouth hung open, chest shimmering with sweat. he brought the soiled panties to his mouth, sensually licking off his own cum before shooting a teasing smile at the camera - the video ending. you couldn’t even speak, slowly turning around to face him, his head hanging down in shame.

oh, you were gonna make sure he learnt his lesson. his fans too.

to be continued…

- i want his balls jn my mouf

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setaflow · 2 years

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#Think I'm reaching the point where the CP//2077 fandom has kinda stopped being fun #Took a damn long while but I'm honestly surprised it didn't happen earlier #It's nothing person related I'm just kinda burnt out from constantly posting it #I might throw my sideblog in a hiatus soon...probably not a permanent one though...and just spend a little time focusing on JUST my writng #bc honestly I enjoy the writers I've met in the fandom #But yeah I'm pretty tired atm...I just wanna take a step back from shitposting and chill lol #Not like I won't be available on Discord for DMs anyway-- I just wanna wait until something gets me going again #Really honestly I kinda just want to finish my longfic because right now that's the Cyberpunk thing I really care the most about

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anim-ttrpgs · 1 month

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Witch Poll

Scenario

You have been friends with a witch in your college art program for long enough to know all about her dark and sinister powers.

Near the end of the semester, she comes to you distraught. For reasons that are not particularly important to the purpose of this post, she will not be able to turn in a life-sized sculpture that is part of her final grade, and there’s only one solution.

She needs a volunteer to cast a terrible curse upon and turn them to stone. She promises it’s just for a few days, but that’s not something that you can really be sure of. The volunteer may be aware of their surroundings, or not, depending on the witch’s preference, but whoever it is is going to be totally helpless, and it’s going to be an incredibly unpleasant experience no matter what. There’s not exactly health benefits to being turned to stone, even for just a few days while the exhibits are displayed and graded.

A non-voluntary subject would probably not hold just the right pose, and would absolutely panic as soon as they recoverd, if they were ever released from the curse..

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Subscribe to our Patreon where we frequently roll our new updates for the prerelease version!

Donate to our ko-fi and send us an email with proof that you did, and we’ll email you back with the full Eureka prerelease package with the most updated version at the time of responding! (The email address can be found if you scroll down to the bottom of our website.)

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run2seob · 6 months

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5 things you like about 5 of your moots?

turned from subtly fangirling to "i'm (not)subtly in love with u and your blog" but thank u for the ask bcs i have an excuse to >:)

@gyuletters

her ability to write a variety of genres without using cliches

her kindness ^^ she's always complimenting accounts and writng the best reblogs

her theme (it's soo pretty) and how well it represents her. star's personality is so sweet and i feel like her theme reflects that

she comes up with the best prompts too! like i'm envious of her brain

how comforting her fics are (and binge worthy~)

@junoswrlld

even before me and juno became close, they were so so kind to me T0T

her ability to pace herself and balance her fics and personal life (i genuinely could not do this like.. admirable, seriously)

her crack ficshehsh they're so good >< she makes chapters leave you with suspense every time

how many memes she finds. it's one of my fav things because how do i wake up to 40 cat and scrimbo memes 😭

how reliable she is!! i can trust her with my fics and spoilers and it's so nice :> she gives motivation and gained my trust so easily :')

@mazeinthemoon

i can't believe i only have to do five?? i need more space to write about how moon writes. the way emotion is captured into her writing is filled with suspense but also comfort? like, in between dialogue, there's those quotes that you replay in your mind over and over again because how could someone think of that?

^^ adding onto this, the way she incorporates figurative language into her text perfectly captures the moment. it's not blatant and keeps the sentence flow which is impressive. as a writer i respect moon even more because even i struggle with that T0T

i've said this for everyone but can you blame me? they're all kind, moon included! she's always answering asks in the kindest way

^^ additionally, the way she types is so cute. and by this i mean kaomojis and emoticons. i love emoji faces so much hehe

best for last ofc~ her fics in general! glitter and the goalie both had me hooked. like essay long notes and annotations. i might reread glitter because of how on the edge it had me and bcs of her recent post.. detective reader activated >:)

@hueningsloverr

RHIA'S ANGST. that's shakespeare's child now, seriously. the way she writes angst is beautiful.. but like beautiful in a way where it feels like a pretty statue of a little girl crying but it's beautiful. beautiful in the way where it hurts but is pretty... makes you cry tears bcs of how well it was written yk?

the way she views things is soo beautiful. like in her reblogs and how she views songs. (could write an essay) when she wrote txt x time in a bottle it fit with the boys perfect and was just so pretty. there's so many quotes i remmeber and trust i'm not forgetting

i'm gonna make these shorter but how many ideas she comes up with. i could never T0T

her themeee

i wished i talk to her more!! i'm always scared to talk to my moots but i love her pseonality i would be so happy to talk to her more but i'm too scared

@huenation

themethemetheme it's so cute

idk if this counts but i was reading their bf beomgyu texts and was listening to hea and read the "oh my god" as the same time as the song said it and can't forget about that 😭

ugh my top 5 comfort fic being soobin meeting yns parents like.. i love this fic so much and ik this isn't recs but they write so well 😭 the moment is always described in the best ways and i can visualize them so well

i don't talk to amor much but i love their posts/txt reblogs ><

and that i wish them happiness. i know a lot of people's posts and writings reflect their emotions, and i just hope they're doing well. everyone has bad times, but it really depends what mindset you approach them with, you know? i just hope they get to smile :)

#2seob: games #ㅤ 03.ㅤ asks. ㅤ

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notathrowawayname · 11 months

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Books and zombies

I feel the need to rant about a sidequest, so here I am screaming into the void.

I recently played Dying Light 2, because I really enjoyed the first one and killing zombies with parkour is fun. In both games you can forgive the weak story because the game really isn't about the story, it's about the gameplay. That being said, both games have entertaining sidequests. In Dying Light you meet a guy that thinks the zombie virus was started from a meteorite, which you find and bring back to him, for which he gives you the "super weapon" called the "anti-gadoid gun". It's utterly useless, like it blasts air that doesn't seem to effect anyone in any way? But the quest dialogue is fun and you get XP for doing it (as well as an oh so valuable safe house. You need those to skip the night and in Dying Light, night is so scary most players skipped the night) Again in Dying Light 2, to their credit, the writers did put in effort into sidequests (main quest is so hard to be invested in, but to summarise, you're looking for a long lost sister and your one lead is the head of the facility you were both at as kids). There's a sidequest where you have to kill a mutant zombie because an artist wants to use the pigment it develops, and there's an awful singer who's scarf you find to get her to stop sinigng (she sings anyway, absolute queen). Where am I going with this preamble? Well I wanted to make sure you guys understood that I didn't have an issue with this game's writng because it did what it needed to most of the time, which is give you a good reason to kill zombies. And for that reason, I could accept that it didn't have to be well written or interesting, just a few wacky or melodramatic lines of dialogue. And then I played the Book Club sidequest. Some background (I'm sorry I know it's long, but I want you to feel the same seething frustration I do). In Dying Light 2, you play as Aiden. Aiden is a Pilgirm, a messenger who travels from settlement to settlement in this post apocalyptic world. You've come to the city of Villadore to follow a lead on your missing sister. The city is split into three factions: Survivors, Peacekeepers and Renegades. They are, in order: not fascists, fascists, also not fascists but you only find out they have a proper settlement at the very end of the game (you can't side with them, they exist so you have someone to kill no matter which of the other two factions you side with). You get different benefits for siding with either the Survivors of Peacekeepers, but I picked Survivors because: a) fuck the fash and, b) Survivors give you trampolines. Everyone is struggling to survive because apocalypse, but it certainly looks like the fascists have the best/most resources, like living in the beached warship and having armour. A bunch of the Survivors have superstitions about the old world, because that was what made everything go to shit. There's stuff like how one doctor hides their scientific preparation of remedies as voodoo, just so that people are more likely to take the medicine. So when you first arrive at the warship, home of the fash, it feels more like the old world. And on this warship, you can find a library. This library is inhabited by two people, cooky old man Albert and sexy librarian Thalia. You know what isn't in this library? Books, at least not as many as there should be. Albert and Thalia want to preserve the knowledge and wisdom of the old world by finding rare/important books. Thing is, the world went to shit a long time ago, so there aren't many books in good condition left. Even worse, those that are in good condition are in dangerous locations, too dangerous for Albert or Thalia, and the Peacekeepers won't lend them any soldiers to go and get them (fucking fash). But you, being the _super cool badass_ that you are, can go where they can't, and retrieve the books to keep human knowledge safe.

At first I thought "neat", and left it at that. The game has a few little details that suggest reading is on the decline, eg. there's a note you find written by a mother looking for a keyboard complete with all the keys to teach her kids the letters. So you go to dangerous place, kill zombies, get books, and bring them back.

Here's where it gets interesting.

The books aren't just items you pick up, each one is named. You find books by Kafka and Orwell, even poetry compliations. And every time you bring them back to the library, you talk to Thalia who expresses her opinion on them, and then asks "what do you think?" And like, the options for the responses are actually thought out? Also, Aiden has read them??? This guy that spends every waking moment rummaging through bins and killing zombies and doing sick parkour moves is better read than I or most of the people I know are? And the things he says reveal part of his character?? Like I played through the entire game and I swear to god no moment told me more about Aiden as a character than these conversations, even when the decision of which of the two responses he has are up to you.

You do this ten times, each with different books and different conversations, different reasons why the location is dangerous. One time you encounter Renegades who've heard "there's treasure in the safe", when really there's an early edition copy of Treasure Island in the safe. The whole sidequest colours this world with the idea that illiteracy is rampant and it's actively making this world a worse place, and that the librarians are doing what little they can to change that. It's so clear that the devs cared about this sidequest, because it's the only one with it's own special cutscene, and as far as I can tell Thalia is the only character in the game you can romance.

And would you like to know how this sidequest changes the main quest?

In a game of "never have I ever" Aiden drinks because he's had sex since coming to the city.

That's it

Like you literally bring the Communist Manifesto back to librarians living under a fascist regime and nothing happens. No censorship subplot, no change in behaviour, nothing. Back to business as usual, head out there and kill zombies.

It's one thing when you never expect anything from the writing. It's another thing to see everything they've done could build to something good, and doesn't. I feel like I've been narratively blue-balled.

Anyway I planned out a spite-fic because of it. I might write it out at some point

#dying light 2 #dying light fanfiction #aiden caldwell #spite fuels me #spite is a great motivator #missed opportunity

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lilbadgyu · 1 year

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My Everything Is All About You: 김선우

All About You by THE BOYZ

word count: 626

this is really short, i'll try to make a part two

warnings: family problems, mentions of death, strong language

The Boyz Master List

author's note: i am so sorry that it has taken me such a long time to post, i lost this account for a second and i also have had the hardest time trying to think of something to write. i'm hoping to start writng more soon!

sunwoo sat in class, trying his best to stay concentrated, but all he could think about was you. you've been dealing with family emergencies for the past two weeks, and it's caused you to miss a bit of school. of course, sunwoo promised to get notes for you, and also collect your homework. it just didn't help that he was beginning to get distracted because of how worried he was about you. "hey, you're dozing off again." eric spoke up, poking sunwoo's arm to get his attention.

"ah yeah, sorry." sunwoo sighed, shaking his head a bit to wake up.

"what's going on? you've been off for the past like three days." eric chuckled with a slight huff.

"i don't know, i guess i'm worried for yn? i have no idea." sunwoo answered.

eric slightly smiled, "sangyeon hyung said that she might be back by lunch, but i wouldn't expect her to be." eric said, going back to taking notes.

sunwoo let out a sigh, trying to look at his and eric's notes. as soon as they wrote down the last few words, the bell went off. they all got up, gathering their things before walking out to the hallway to go to lunch. sunwoo and eric headed to the usual table, seeing you sitting in between juyeon and hyunjae. sunwoo took his seat across from you, concern on his face. "hey, everything alright?" sunwoo asked you.

"yeah i guess so? i don't really know, it's all kind a blur right now." you answered, keeping your eyes down.

sunwoo reached his hand across for yours but you just pulled your hand away. you gave sunwoo a look basically saying "we will talk later"

as the day went on, you continued to go to your classes with sunwoo. you kept quiet as you two walked through the hallway, but sunwoo respected it. you shared an airpod with him, playing the playlist you two created in middle school. you two walked into chemistry, the teacher taking a quick glance at you; surprised that you were in class after so long. “why can’t she just mind her own business? she’s literally looking at me like i just came back from the dead.” you huffed as you and sunwoo made your way back to your usual desk.

“to be fair, you haven’t been to your morning classes in a long time.” sunwoo chuckled, trying to be light about his reply.

"yeah but still; she looks at me like i'm insane." you grumbled.

sunwoo reached his hand to yours, "you are okay, you're going to end up making yourself mad and stress out; don't worry about this." sunwoo told you.

you two sat through class, but yet no matter how hard you tried; you just couldn't concentrate. "hey, you're distracted." sunwoo whispered to you, poking your arm slightly to get your attention.

"yeah i think i know." you replied with a sigh, finishing up a small doodle.

it was a minute from the bell finally going off, and you just wanted to get out of this class. thankfully today was a cut short day and this was your last class despite coming to school late today. just as you shut your notebook, the bell went off. you instantly packed up your stuff and walked out, almost leaving sunwoo behind.

everyone headed out, finally leaving school. sunwoo finally caught up to you, "man you weren't excited to leave at all." he joked.

"i just can't stand that place anymore." you sighed, "anyway, are we meeting all at your place or sangyeon's?" you asked, putting your backpack over your shoulder.

"are you sure that you don't want to go home and check up on things?" sunwoo asked.

"no, everything is fine." you replied.

#the boyz #kpop #tbz #the boyz sunwoo #deobiwritersnet #kpop imagines #deobi #the boyz imagines #tbz fanfic #tbz x reader #tbz imagines #tbznetwork #tbz scenarios #tbz sunwoo #tbzinc

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vampirismandart · 1 year

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rambling about literary analisis and casual reading

I recently had more time to read books casually as my exams are over and I'm waiting for university admissions season to start in my country. It made me relfect on something I had started noticing months ago regarding how I read.

To sum it up shortly, as this will be a long post, I can't read for fun the same way I used to, elements of literary theory and methods used in literary analisis/ criticism bleed into it everytime. And I felt the need to write about it somewhere so here we go.

For context in highschool I was taking advanced classes in a subject that is supossed to teach history of (mostly European, especially Polish) literature, some elements of linguistics, literary theory and basics of interpreting a text. Additionally for the last two years I had been attending an extracurricular where participants would bring their poetry, short stories etc. and we would read and critique them.

Those experiences gave me so many new ways to interact with this category of art and fueled my interest in it as a whole. And honestly I can't go back to just reading for fun without thinking about the impilactions, literary devices, themes, language used, type of narration if it's present and their functions, the overall meaning of the text. Now everytime I pick up a book I want to write down those observations, research the author, read reviews, seek out academic texts about it, even when I am not required to do it to for an essay or a test. My motivation to go back to creating and writng about art is stronger than before thanks to this.

I wouldn't consider it a bad thing. Change in the way I read shows, that I have the framework for interacting with the literary work on a deeper level. Of course there is still a lot to learn when it comes to analising artworks and I'm willing to do it. And this new type of reading is still very enjoyable, just harder to consider as causal.

#literature #literary analysis

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About my writngs: I will always try to make an effort to not include any physical descriptors regarding the reader. Along with this, sex-specific genitals will usually not be included in my fics UNLESS they are a part of the identity of the reader I am writing about. (Example: Trained For Sin has an AFAB reader, and them being AFAB is a part of their identity. However, when I put "non-binary/gender neutral" by itself in a fic, then there will be no sex-specific genitals mentioned for the reader.)

The purpose/main reason behind this is because there are almost no inclusive fics with Abby...*cries* So I wanted to write for everyone, and not a specific demographic of readers.

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writersblockandapotoftea · 3 years

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Scions of Syralth Masterpost Part 1

Scions of Syralth and the companion books to it focus on the brothers Arthur and Allistor as they try to stop their great-uncle from destroying the world in a grief-driven madness. Along the way, they meet several allies and close friends and discover that they’re the, well, the scions of Syralth, a legendary wizard and warrior, who’s sequestered himself deep in the mountains. Arthur goes on a perilous journey to meet him and begin his magical training, while Allistor commits himself to the Resistance, to fight the Empire which is steadily expanding over their home continent. Together with their friends and allies, they uncover the secrets of their home, dismantle the Empire The books focus mainly on them of found family, hope in darkness, and revolution. As it stands, the only one I’m ready to show people is Scions of Syralth itself, which has a beta reader server on discord, which you can join by following this link: https://discord.gg/2846GWhG7E ! I’d love to hear your thoughts on it!

The Books In Chronological Order (So Far): Dancing with Dragons: This is the prequel to the prequel, and it’s this enemy to friends to realizing we’re soulmates romp through the jungle while also making fun of the white saviour trope. Jal goes there to save the elves of the Wekuku jungle from a dark elven lord and his crystal associate, and instead ends up getting his ass beat by one of the dark elves forced soldiers, Pheo. Pheo’s orders are to bring Jal to the Dark Elf lord or his sister will be killed, but something about the surprisingly incompetent and goofy Jal makes him reconsider. Grigori the Guardian and The Treaty of Twelve: This fun little two-parter is the actual prequel to Scions of Syralth, focusing first on Grigori and his fight to save a dragon’s egg from a vengeful fire demon and a mysterious man made from crystal. It then shifts gears and focusing on Arthur and Allistor’s father, Ivar, as he tries to rescue Arthur and Allistor from the same man made from crystal. Allistor proves himself to be far more capable than anyone imagined and shatters the man, setting the pieces in place for Scions of Syralth. Scions of Syralth: This one has a BETA SERVER and is the only one with an official blurb:

The Barlosian Empire is torn apart by war and revolution, a war that comes harshly into Arthur and Allistor’s lives one summer night. Separated by the machinations of Hjatle, the High Wizard, the two brothers are pushed into two very different worlds. Allistor joins the People’s Rebellion, taking him deep into the heart of the mountains as he fights the Imperial army. There he rises through the ranks, becoming an accomplished warrior. Arthur, however, must flee to the south, meeting two new allies entirely by accident. The trio is guided out of danger by a former dark elf, who leads them to a safe haven; The Tower. While there, Arthur struggles to control his magical powers, learning of the prophecy he and his brother must face to prevent the reemergence of ancient and powerful mage made of crystal. Hail to The Queen: This is the direct sequel to Scions of Syralth. The gang is beat to shit, and it’s time to rethink their strategy. This partially rewritten mess has a spy lesbian romance, some cool prosthetics and an angry vampire dragon. This book brings about the end of the Barlosian Empire and sends Arthur into a dark spiral once he discovers what true power is. The crystal mage is backed into a corner and is forced to move his plans into their final phase, leaving the continent of Ebouline forever. The Many Lands and Peoples of the World of Unitien: This is my worldbuilding magnum opus, with almost 70 000 words of pure, unhinged worldbuilding. It’s my reference guide to all of the people, places and things because honestly, my brain isn’t big enough for all my outlandish thoughts and I had to get them on paper somewhere.

CAST OF CHARACTERS (MAINS)

Protagonists:

Arthur Draga: Is the younger son of Ivar Bjarnson and Aoife Draga, and is the original protagonist of Scions of Syralth. He’s a kind-hearted young man, about 20 years old, raised deep in the Marish. Before his life went to shit, he wanted to go to the capital of the Marish, Epidamnos, to become an illuminator and a monk, and as such, he always carries a sketchbook with him. Colour Scheme: Sunflower Yellow, Moss Green, Snow White

Allistor Bjarnson: Is the older brother of Arthur, and fun fact, was originally the antagonist. He’s 25 years old, and before his life went to shit, he was the chief of their village, it was passed down from his father, who died about 9 years prior to the story. He’s stubborn and literally my only straight man, so uh, you’d better better he drinks his respect women juice. He’s been raising Arthur on his own, despite some attempts to have his little brother taken from him to be raised by a proper adult. Colour Scheme: Scarlet, Forest Green, Leather Brown

‘Alexis’ Zhihao Bai Whitelocke: Is the best friend of Arthur and is a brilliant engineer and inventor. She’s the 21 year old daughter of Bitanese merchant tycoon Bai Lee-Jein and Marish Heiress Marigold Whitelocke and grew up in her mother’s family home, in the woods between Camelios and the Silver Valley. She’s creative, stubborn and strategic. Colour Scheme: Steel Grey, Sky Blue, Thundering Purple

Antonio ‘Toni’ Thiago Barlios: Is the slow-burn romantic interest of Arthur, the dreaming and disgraced youngest prince of the Empire. He’s 21 years old, and unlike his siblings, was raised by his grandmother, giving him an idealized idea of the world and a firm sense of right and wrong. He’s sensitive and kind of a dumbass, but his heart is in the right place. Colour Scheme: Coffee Brown, Sea-Glass Green, Royal Gold

Nolio: Is a former dark elf trying to figure out his life beyond his incredibly fucked up relationship with the queen of the dark elves and has attached himself to these kids as a way to redeem himself. He’s tired, but he looks for the hope in every situation. Colour Scheme: Slate Gray, Marble White, Opal

Darjeeling Braga: Is the loud-mouthed, enthusiastic, half-elf best friend of Allistor after he joins the Resistance. He’s incredibly graceful and smart, but is also a complete and utter goofball a good deal of the time. He’s the adopted son of the leader of the Resistance, so don’t mistake his cheer for weakness. Colour Scheme: Royal Purple, Black Tea Red, Starlight Silver.

I’ll keep going in part 2!

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doubledavid · 2 years

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sorry about losing my mind over troy and abed. as if it's my fault

#thoughts #I fucking hate that I can't write long slab posts ab them like GOD MENTALLY I AM WRITNG LONG AND ELABORATE POSTS ABOUT THEM #trobed #community tv

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pocketramblr · 4 years

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Rainbow glow

aka yall feral followers wanted the angst and i cannot help but to deliver. so in a role reversal, today Kitten wrote you lovely friendship rainbow eyes- and the start of trust with other colors entering green. have something terrible from me in the ‘rainbow eyes are evil death pain’ version of the au

Shouta felt cold. Not an icy frigid- just. Empty. the cold of an unused storage space behind dirty concrete and thin metal. The cold of a grey sky that won’t even give you the relief of rain or snow. The kind of cold when you had nothing in your pantry, when you had to explain that to your child.

A child- God, how was he going to explain this to Eri? To his other students? To All Might, to Midoriya’s mother?

Hizashi shut off the car, but didn’t move to get out yet. He stared ahead, silent. He shouldn’t be silent. He shouldn’t have tears streaked down his face, his eyes bloodshot behind the glasses.

Should, that didn’t matter. Could, would, didn’t matter. Those were excuses. He had to do this.

“Do you think- you want to just, be in the teacher’s commons for a bit?” Hizashi finally asked. “Don’t think there would be anyone else there who’d mind. The kids are taking care of Eri, right?”

The kids- the ones who almost weren’t, anymore. Mirio was going on about a tea party.

“Yeah.” Shouta finally spoke. It sounded wrong. It felt wrong, in his throat.

“Then we can go to the commons, for a bit?”

“No.” Shouta had to commit. He had to do this. It was what was rational. It was what would protect the others. He couldn’t fail more of them. “There’s something I have to do.”

“You can pick up the kids’ work to grade later, Sho.” Hizashi tried. He really wanted him to be there, didn’t he. He didn’t want to be alone.

“I- it’s not that. There’s just one conversation I need to have. Then I’ll meet you in the commons.”

Just one conversation. Like this morning had been ‘just one conversation.’ It was still the first time in maybe years that he’d cried. Maybe he’ll cry again. No, he couldn’t let himself. Not yet. Not until after. There might be a fight, after, there might be nothing. But he had to do it, still.

“Ok.” Hizashi nodded, squeezing his shoulder before he climbed out of the car and shut his door. Shouta took one moment, one deep breath, before getting out himself.

With the long drive to and from Tartarus, plus the meetings inside, his students were long out of class and practice for the day.

He hoped Midoriya would be alone.

Hope was not on his side. He should have known that, by now. Midoriya was in the middle of the couch, between Todoroki and Tenya. Uraraka was on the floor, leaning against his legs, Asui sitting on her lap as she braided her hair. They were focused on the tv, where Mina, Kaminari, Ojiro, and Tokoyami were fiercely battling it out in some racing game or another, and apparently all the students had picked sides.

Asui noticed him first, and though the amused, watery glow of her eyes flickered, they didn’t dim. He nodded to her.

Her eyes wouldn’t be glowing happily after this.

But they wouldn’t be rainbow, unseeing, at least. He had to focus on that. He had to think rationally.

His hands were shaking, so he shoved them in his pockets.

“Midoriya.” He called. “Can I talk to you a minute?”

The green e- the green-haired boy jolted, surprised to turn and see him. A nervous smile twisted his lips. “Uh, sure? Is there something wrong?”

All the other students were looking at Shouta now.

Well, he had been the one to miss an entire school day earlier. He hadn’t even missed a class period before that, so he was already going to be drawing attention for that.

Dimly, he was glad Eri wasn’t here. Glad Shinsou and Aoyama weren’t here. That All Might wasn’t. This was hard enough.

He shook his head and tried to keep his voice normal. “No, nothing wrong. Just need to talk to you alone, if you’ve got a minute.”

“Oh, sure, yeah.” Midoriya began the process of detangling from his friends, grabbing his jacket from the back of the couch and pulling it on as he made his way to the door, looking up at Shouta.

He looked completely guileless. His eyes looked green.

But Kurogiris eyes had looked yellow. Yellow, alone, until they peeled him back and saw the rotting corpse of his friend, of his- Oboro. Glazed, unseeing eyes with the same rainbow light that all nomu had.

With the rainbow light that Midoriya’s got, when he was brainwashed. Shouta hadn’t let himself think about it too much before today, because he just didn’t have information. He just didn’t have reason, when three simple incidents that were completely different, and one late at night with no other evidence.

No, there had been evidence. The ruined room. The strange new technique- new quirk, with a new color.

Shouta had just not wanted to believe it. Had wanted to trust All Might had it handled, like people always trusted in the man.

And now he didn’t need to believe it- he had seen something, seen proof so terrible it would haunt what little sleep he got for the rest of his life, probably.

Shouta nodded at the boy, heading outside.

Whatever he saw from Midoriya today would probably haunt him too. Would he drop limp under questioning, like Kurogiri had? Would he simply be warped away in some shadow or goop? Would he start fighting Shouta, go violent, like other nomu did?

Don’t think about that. Don’t dwell, don’t feel. Don’t lose yourself, because you have to think rationally.

He didn’t speak, for a while, just walking away from the dorm buildings. Where no one could see out a window, if they were looking.

“Aizawa-sensei? What is you wanted to talk about?” Midoriya asked after a while.

Shouta stopped.

“Midoriya, you’re…” A good kid, learning, a hero chickling in the making, already so strong, already- no, stop. It felt like saying a eulogy over a body. Even if that was what this was, for all he still looked alive. Even if that was what this was, Shouta didn’t deserve to say it.

“Yeah?” Midoriya asked.

Shouta moved, flicking his capture weapon around Midoriya.

The boy yelped, that instinctual squirming away before it stopped a moment later. “Sensei?” He asked again, higher pitched, panicked- scared. “No- you’re not Toga, are you?”

Shouta activated erasure just as his eyes light up green, sparks flying out. “I’m not.” He says. He feels so tired. “It’s me. Midoriya, I need to ask you about your quirk.”

The boy went still again. “My- my quirk?”

“Your quirks.” He corrected himself. “You have more than one. Your eyes glow with so many colors, sometimes. Like only nomus’ do.” Midoriya’s face was pale, and not just for the cold weather. “So I want to know- when did you get these quirks, what other ones do you have, and what did you do to my student?”

Midoriya gaped, a second of silence, two seconds- then he shook his head. “No, no Aizawa-sensei it isn’t like that-”

Shouta tugged him closer, leaned over him. His eyes were stinging so much, and he hadn’t even been erasing for that long.

“It’s not! It’s not, I swear Sensei, it- they were given to me. They were given to me, not stolen. By heroes.”

“Who?”

“I- I can’t tell you, right now, but-”

“The only person who has the ability to give quirks- and take them- is All For One, who’s currently sitting in Tartarus, and that villain who attacked Nabu where your class was- who was never found, dead or alive.”

“No, no it wasn’t them.” Midoriya shook his head even more. “I just- Sensei, there are six and a half billion people on this planet who have quirks, there are others like that and they aren’t all villains!”

Shouta’s mouth felt drier than his eyes, and he snapped. “Midoriya. This isn’t about the insanely rare chance of another person in this country with the same quirk who actually has a hero license and is giving you more quirks for whatever reason they have, it’s about how I had to see a dead UA student today who had been killed and turned into a nomu that looked like a normal person, until they cracked him open and saw his face, his eyes.”

“I- what? What?” Midoriya spluttered, eyes blown wide. “Who?” He glanced, panicked, towards the dorms and school and Shouta could have kicked himself.

He shouldn’t have told him that. He shouldn’t have, rationally, because he didn’t know who was listening in through Midoriya. He didn’t know if they already were aware of what the heroes had found concerning Kurogiri or not. He shouldn’t have, less rationally, because now the kid was freaking out even more.

Midoriya always was more concerned for others’ sakes…

“No one you would have known.” Shouta tried to say it calmly, free hand up peaceably. “He was killed- and captured- a few years ago.”

Fifteen years ago.

This boy would have just been a baby, then.

“And that’s why I need to know the truth about you, and your quirk, Midoriya.” The capture weapon felt so sharp against his fingers in the cold air. The knife on his belt felt so heavy against his back.

The student dips his head.

“It’s called One For All.” he admits, softly. “It was All For One’s brother’s quirk, once. But it wasn’t exactly the same- he could give his quirk, and then that person could give it and their original one to someone else, and then that person could pass all three on, so on and so forth. He could give quirks, but not take them. The person who had it last gave it to me. Th- they were better at hiding it, than i am. I didn’t think the other quirks in it would cause problems, until Black Whip was already out.”

Midoriya hadn’t had a good grasp of his quirk at the start of the year. He’d been registered as quirkless before that. It… could be possible. Shouta hoped it was possible.

Shouta had learned today, again, to not trust hope.

“Who gave it to you?”

Midoriya shuddered, and Shouta’s heart almost stopped. Don’t drop, don’t drop now-

“All Might.” The boy whispered. “All Might gave it to me.” He looked up, eyes blazing in every sense but literal. “You can’t tell anyone. You can’t tell anyone, please.”

“I won’t.” Shouta says, quicker than he should.

He blinks.

He pulls out his phone, dials a number.

“Who are you calling?” Midoriya’s voice is sharp.

“All Might.” He answers, just as the man himself does.

“Aizawa-kun! Are you back-”

“All Might. Are you in a place I can ask you questions of a sensitive nature?”

“Um. What sort of sensitive do you mean?”

“Pertaining to All For One.”

“Give me one moment.” The hero said, voice now as serious as Shouta’s was. In a few seconds, he spoke again. “I am now. What’s wrong?”

“What does ‘One For All’ mean to you?”

It’s quiet, very quiet, for what feels like a very, very long time. Shouta’s heart thumped. Midoriya looked silently on.

“It’s the name of my quirk. Aizawa, is… young Midoriya all right?”

“So he does have it, now. Your old quirk. And others.” Shouta felt something blooming in his chest. He wasn’t sure what it was, he didn’t have the time or energy to examine it. It wasn’t important, it could wait until later.

“Yes. Is he all right?”

“Yeah.” Shouta let the capture weapon drop, arm still out to steady Midoriya if need be. “We need to talk, later, about this.”

“When?”

“Tomorow.” Shouta said, and then hung up. Tomorrow is a weekend, right? That’s why the kids hadn’t been busy this afternoon. Good. he had new plans for tonight. And tomorrow morning.

He drops his arms, and sighs. Exhaustion, and relief. So much relief.

“Midoriya…” He started, looking over at him. He couldn’t read the expression on the student’s face. He lifted a hand, slow, then dropped it over Midoriya’s head.

His hair was thicker than Shinsou’s, but just as soft as Shouta ruffled it.

He wanted to say something. He wanted to apologize, he wanted to promise everything would be all right.

He couldn’t truthfully do either, and while he normally had no scruples about deciving his pupils… well, Midoriya had just been very, very honest with him.

“Thank you.” He said, instead, because that was true.

“Aizawa-sensei? Are you… crying?”

He was, huh. Shouta wiped his cheeks. “No.”

Midoriya let out a sound that wasn’t really a laugh, but for now, after everything, was close enough.

“Sensei, I-”

His phone rang- Shouta’s. He dug it out with a sigh. Hizashi.

“One minute.” He said, then answered. “Yeah?”

“Shou, it’s Eri.”

“What’s wrong?” Energy snapped back into him. It hadn’t been a misdirection, right? If All For One and his league knew about his brother quirk, if he was just letting Midoriya unknowingly distract the heroes while-

“She’s not feeling well. Very upset, says her horn is hurting her.” Hizashi says, and he’s not calm- just tired too. A line of fear under that. “It’s sparking a little bit, Shou, though I can’t tell if her eyes are lighting up.”

“Tell her I’ll be right there.” He hung up, slid the phone away. Then he looked to Midoriya. “Eri’s feeling sick, think you could get me to the teachers’ dorm faster?”

Midoriya looked concerned, then relaxed with a nod, a tiny smile.

In a moment, Shouta was moving in the biting wind, the world a blur. He was held in small arms, and when he looked up he saw Midoriya’s face focused ahead.

Sparks over his skin, black whips out to speed him along. His eyes shining both green and maroon. Two colors, which he thought minutes ago meant his doom.

It still could, the rational part of him reminded. He’ll be a target. For All For One, for the villains. For some other heroes, too.

Later. He can worry about that later. Once Eri’s settled.

He’d have time later.

#*posts this and dies*#my writing #eye glow au #glowing eyes au #dadzawa #oh man that got long #im so tired #and im still supposed to be writng completely seperate whumptober story right now ahhhh kjhghjk

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enderwalk · 3 years

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What's something you find hard to do because of autism?-Have you ever used a weighted blanket?-Do you headcanon any characters as autistic? -If you want, tell us why you headcanon them as autistic.-If you have any, what are your special interests?

ooohohoohoh. oh. oh anon you made a mistake with the fictional characters one. all of my favorite characters are nd in some way if i think hard enough but lemme answer these in order before i get too excited

for the first one. socializing. my parents always just thought i was a shy kid and other kids always thought i was just weird but i just didnt understand how to socialize?? im still kinda bad at it but i think its mostly just masking because i feel like im reciting a script whenever i talk to new people. small talk is my worst nightmare why do we need this small talk script, i get its polite but it makes me feel like i want to crawl into a hole and never come out. also deciphering tone. so i think just social cues?? i also just hate when people want me to high five them because i stand there confused not sure if theyre waving or what. low fives are even worse, whenever my dad did them to me i got confused and thought he wanted me to give him whatever was in my hand.

i answered the weighted blanket one, and yes! i love weighted blankets but i dont use mine that often because its not really soft. when its not like. 100+ degrees. i just pile on like fifteen blankets. (i wish that was a joke but damien knows its very real. it ends up weighing over thirty pounds and i Cannot move under them)

AND NOW THE QUESTIONS IM SO EXCITED TO ANSWER. OKAY.

FIRST OFF. c!ranboo is autistic. you cant convince me otherwise. im sorry but endermen are already autism coded as is, and then you take our favorite socially inept enderboy. i can project so hard on him its unreal. ghostbur is also autistic and friend is his service animal. autism dogs? no. autism sheep. also outside of the dsmp, jack kline is definitely autistic. i wrote a whole analysis back in 2018 before i knew i was autistic which is really funny to me considering i was writing down autistic traits and went "i do all of these btw" and then it didnt click. id write why i hc them all autistic but this is already SO long and i feel like most people aren't reading anymore at this point LMAO

and yues i have special interests!! I have a few!!! minecraft has been my one ongoing special interest since i was like. eleven. i played it nonstop then and watched batclone and team crafted nonstop when i was younger, and then was embarrassed to watch it. and then dream smp comes along!! i'd liked wilbur from soothouse and i watched him on smp earth a bit (and funnily enough didnt like tommy at ALL) and then followed wilbur to dsmp!! and now im here!! doctor who is also a big special interest, ive got so many doctor who related things. ive got posters and figurines and pop figures and books and merch. i had a whole eleventh doctor cosplay and several sonic screwdrivers. and supernatural!! i was into supernatural for YEARS man. one special interest that isnt fandom related is cryptozoology. i fucking adore cryptids. fresno nightcrawlers?? theyre so fucking shaped. i love them. theyre little friends and walk so funny and the coolest thing is that fact or faked could NOT recreate them no matter how hard they tried. i also just love the clip of the little one running theyre so <3 i love cryptids man dont get me started

#efeling like im boucning off the WALLS i got so excited answering this #also writng abt mcyt and batclone.... hoooooly shit i loved batclone i used to falll asleep to his minecraft lets plays all the time #vwoops #long post #ask #anon

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lemiiliion · 4 years

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@sunxconsumed said : :💘 …because they suddenly realized how much they love (romantically and/or platonically) my muse. { 👀 } 『 Meme || Accepting 』

Mirio had noticed Tamaki had been...off lately.

Ever since he and Nejire had been called out for some meeting, he seemed to have changed some. He and Nejire seemed to stick together more, be a little more hushed up and trying to go on as per normal, but it was...just strange. Not that he minded them getting so close. He adored them both so much. And Mirio remembered the last time they had been assigned some secret mission, the three of them had stuck together. Of course now that he was Quirkless, he couldn’t be a part of it. He hadn’t been called with them. Still, he worried for them. How could he put them at ease?

Whatever it was Tamaki had on his mind, maybe Mirio couldn’t know just yet. But with how it clearly weighed at Tamaki, he couldn’t just sit there, twiddling his thumbs. So he had invited Tamaki to relax on the balcony with him. After classes, after all the training. The golden-red rays of the setting sun spilled color over Tamaki, painting his indigo hair a lovely purple shade. A gentle breeze moved the boy’s hair as Mirio helped catch him as he jumped across the gap between their windows. Laughter spilled from his lips as he ruffled the boy’s hair, telling him how cool he looked, Tamaki remarking he was so sure he would have fallen, and how relieved he was, even though he knew Mirio would be right there to catch him--

“You’re right,” Mirio had said. “I’ll always catch you when you fall.” He remembered the first time he’d said that so well.

They’d climbed the climbing wall for the plants in his yard because Tamaki had been chasing after a butterfly. Mirio had followed happily because it had been the first time he’d seen Tamaki so happy and excited about something. Up they’d gone and sat there, with Tamaki waving his arms and chatting all kinds of things about butterflies, how pretty he found them, how cool they were. And when they had to come down...Tamaki couldn’t. He’d been so scared to come down, because he didn’t want to fall and get hurt. So Mirio had promised to catch him. He promised again and again that he would catch Tamaki, he would never let him get hurt.

“I’ll protect you!” he had said, beaming so brightly. “I can help! I can save you!”

Of course they’d both fallen down, but the fact that Tamaki had trusted him enough to jump down and into his arms in spite of his fear had been what had made him so damn happy. Yeah...Tamaki trusted him. Even now, Tamaki held him in such high regard. Anything and everything he needed, Mirio was willing to do for him. He knew Tamaki would do the same for him. So he would do whatever it took to make sure Tamaki was happy and at ease. Still...

A soft sigh left him. The day’s glow died, little by little. Looking out over the balcony with him like this...wasn’t enough. He knew it wasn’t. Tamaki couldn’t share what he and Nejire were so concerned about, but--

“You know something? Tamaki, you’re so...amazing.” Still, to bear it, both were remarkable. “You...uh, heh!" Mirio shifted a bit. “You know I’m not all that smart. I’m silly, and I know I don’t take things seriously sometimes.” He paused. “But when it comes to you...” His hands gripped the railing. “When it comes to you, I feel like I really know you. I, um...I’m sorry for tricking you into coming out here, and end up talking like this. I really wanted to do something fun, but...”

The worry pressed at him to much for that now. Now that it really registered, Mirio couldn’t help it. He was supposed to be the one Tamaki could rely on, alongside Nejire, but right now he just felt-- “I’ll admit it, I’m a little worried. You’ve been acting all...well, you’re a little more anxious than usual. It was because of that meeting, right?” A hand released to wave a little.

“I know, I know--I can’t know what happened there or what it’s about. But I just want you to know, that even if I don’t...I still wanna be there for you. If there’s anything I can do to help you, I’ll do it. I’ll smile. I’ll try, and--” He laughed. “I’ll try to make you some onigiri! Just so you can feel okay! I’ll do everything. Anything. As long as...as long as it’s for you, I’ll do anything. You’re my best friend!” He stopped then let out a soft breath. “You’re my precious friend. So I can’t help feel feeling a little hopeless when I can’t do anything for you. I promised I’d help you, from the very start. I’d promised I’d be there. No matter what.”

“I might not have a Quirk, but I’m still Lemillion. I’m still the Mirio who wants nothing more than to make you happy, from the bottom of his heart. So...so what can I do to make you smile again? What can I do to make you feel happy, even with everything going on? Cuz...cuz I love you lots, Tamaki! I know I say it a lot, but I really mean it! Every single one!” A hand reached out and found the other’s, squeezing it gently. “And when you love someone, you do everything you can to make sure they’re okay. So, Tamaki--I wanna do the best I can for you. Would you please tell me? What I can do?”

Mirio turned to face the other boy and smiled. “I promise you. I’ll do my very best! For you!”

He didn’t quite know how it happened. In opening his eyes, suddenly Tamaki was so close. A soft breath left him as a hand settled over his face and he felt the other’s lips brush against his. He had to have been dreaming. It was his only explanation why. And yet he felt it clear as day. The little trembling in Tamaki’s body in having done something so bold. The uncertainty and clumsiness of inexperience. The shaky breaths and held suspense in wondering if maybe he had been too reckless. Mirio knew it, he knew Tamaki so well, he didn’t even need to have his eyes open to know how nervous his childhood friend was.

But he didn’t need to be.

One kiss, and he felt as though those butterflies Tamaki adored so much were filling and fluttering around his tummy. Amidst surprise, he felt...happiness. Nothing but sheer unadulterated joy. It was without question he would move to--as best and as gently as he could--return the kiss.

‘It’s okay,’ he hoped he could at the very least convey to him within the sweet, little gesture. ‘It’s okay. I love you, after all. I’ll accept it all.’

No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do To make you feel my love.

#miritama #sunxconsumed #//Sorry this took so long to get out; shgfdsfg #//I ended up thinking of that one rant we had about them and the current arc dkjbdf #//So this one's taking place right before the current arc and the mess #ic #answered #//Aaaand I think it turned into a drabble; I am so sorry sdjkbdsdf #;mun drabbles #can reblog #//The song is bc I was listening to it while writng zdhbsdfbs #long post for ts

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Monster of the Week 2

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Words: 3k

This work is entirely a self-indulgent throw a bunch of Oc’s at the TMA world and see what happens lmao

Tw: threatening of bodily harm

sections 2 and 5: stranger fear, harassment of a colleague, purposefully using the wrong name, mention of intent to gaslight, it/it's pronouns used

section 3: flesh fear, not actively descriptive but it deals with meat if you want to skip it.

Click. 1

“Investigation of Why the Archive never stays organized, brought to the Archives attention by me for the last thirty years." She stresses the words, trying to make her frustration clear to everyone who can hear her in the room. "Investigation begins on July 9th, 2014, and is being investigated by archival assistant Olivia Stanek.”

"So, first things first." She pauses, taking in a deep breath as her hands stay firmly clasped together before she finally releases her pent up anger with a quick movement. Standing up sharply and banging her hands on the desk. "What do you people not understand when I say to put things back where you found them!"

She turns with a barely held back growl, glaring at the now suspiciously empty room around her. "You fucking little cunts, I will find you and I will get you to leave my organization system alone!"

Click. 2

"Did you try turning it off and on again?" The man next to them sighs heavily, his shoulders already taking on a stiffness of agitation.

"Yes, Rupert. That was literally the first thing I did." Corwin glares at the blonde man who now decides to lean against their desk. His face forced into a quiet contemplating frown as he stares at the static-filled screen of their computer.

"My name is Rick, and did you click any suspicious links?" He glances at them, missing their glare that's turned into the perfectly innocent look of boredom.

"Do I look that stupid Rupert? Really?" They cross their arms over their chest defiantly, watching carefully as the man's frown twitches into a barely held back snarl.

He's already breaking down and the day has barely started. An accomplishment that's taken only a few weeks of patience and maybe Corwin is a little too proud of that.

"Rick. My name is Rick. And," he sucks in a deep breath before blowing it back out, "You know what, move I need to check the cable from the computer to the screen." He pushes their chair back without their consent, kneeling down under the desk to look for the cable.

The cable that they had purposefully cut with scissors earlier. After they unplugged it of course. They're not that stupid.

"Why is this cut?" He brings half of the cable out, holding it up for them to see while he tries his best to glare them down.

An attempt that feels more like dealing with an upset child. So they treat him exactly like one. "If I knew that, why would I have called you?"

"You!” He bites back the rest of his reply. Taking a moment before he finally grits out, “Just use a different computer until I find a replacement cable!" He stands up fast and awkwardly, knee slamming into the desk and forcing out a string of curses before he finally storms out of the room in anger.

"You got it, Rupert!"

The scream of rage that follows is a lot more satisfying than they'd thought it would be. Maybe they should go out into the world and do this more often. Maybe it's their true calling.

"Was that the doppelganger thing? I figured it would have quit by now." Olivia walks up from behind them, coming to a stop beside them as she tries her best to force her greying hair up into a messy bun. "Or at the very least murdered you next."

"Yeah, I think we need to start upping our tactics." They stare at the doorway he had left through an evil grin slipping free, "I say we gaslight it next."

She gives them a look of disgust, "Corwin really?"

They shrug in response, "It's not my fault it decided to kill and replace the I.T guy. Or that it's choosing to suffer by continuing to work here."

"Speaking of suffering. Where's the statement you were investigating in California?" She leans just a bit closer to them, her hand gripping the edge of their desk. While her eyes take in every aspect of their existence.

"I don't know. I put it back after I was done writing down the details I needed." Which is most of the truth. They put it back. Then Jordan took it back out and then they lost it in California because neither of them wanted to go back to the campsite.

Corwin's not going to tell her that. At least not yet. Maybe when Jordan pisses them off at some point but right now they'll wait to throw him under the bus.

Even if she's towering menacingly ever closer over them, her voice a whisper of threats, "If I find out that's a lie, I will personally hunt you down and skin you for the Stranger."

"Right, you do that. It's been great chatting with you Liv, now if you don't mind I'm trying to make the doppelganger’s life a living hell."

Click. 3

"Imani! Do you know where the werewolf files got put?" Jordan's voice echoes through the room of filing cabinets. Well, she thinks room, but it almost feels like an endless warehouse at times. Like now for example. She's pretty sure she's somehow gotten lost even though she's exactly where she needs to be.

"Um, I think it's somewhere near me?" She responds a bit more quietly but nonetheless heard; the room already echoing with her voice. It's what she likes about this particular room, no matter how loud or quiet she tried to be if someone else was in the room they'd hear her. "Let's see, nightmares about trees, mutated frogs, hmmm oh is this…. WHAT THE HELL."

She barely has enough time to cover her mouth and nose with her sleeve, backing away but still not fully able to escape the smell that layers itself against her tongue.

"Imani?"

She gags, backing up further away. Taking a second before she feels safe enough to speak muffled words, "Why is there a filing cabinet that's filled with rotting meat? This is… oh gods this is disgusting."

"....Oh um, I'm pretty sure that's supposed to be in Artifact storage. One second, let me go get someone to come collect it."

Her brow furrows as she stares at the cabinet, confusion becoming more and more prominent, "What? Why is there supposed to be a filing cabinet full of meat in Artifact storage?"

"Good question! I have zero answers." Is all she gets out of him before she hears the door shutting behind him. How did he even find the door that fast? She’s never been able to find the door that fast in the last few months she's worked here.

When she had applied for the job she had thought she had known what to expect. Creepy things, supernatural things. Gwen had given her a full rundown of the fears and the possibility of not being able to quit. She knew what to expect.

But knowing and experiencing are apparently two different things. And she's pretty sure nothing could have really prepared her for… this.

Click. 4

“I’m thinking we need more empathy in the Archives,” Gwendolyn says, as she adjusts her glasses, though it seems to do nothing to help as she continues to squint at the paper in front of her.

Oliva feels her face crawling into a snarl in response. Her fingers gripping into the edge of Gwendolyn’s desk she leans against. “Which one of those little fucks complained about me?” She would be sure to personally show whoever it was, exactly how empathetic she couldn’t be.

Gwendolyn turns her squinting from the page straight up to her with a look of amusement followed by an exasperated sigh, “Love, is there something I should be aware of if you think someone's complaining about you?"

Olivia glares down at her before a smile splits her lips and she lets out a bark of laughter, "Would I really need to tell you that bright eyes?"

Gwen's laugh is light, her eyes taking on a brighter sheen before fading to a dull grey, "No, I guess not. But I’m talking about empathy in general. Corwin seems more intent on harassing I.T than ever before, Jordan has begun to withdraw from people, Imani is starting a bad habit of asking questions she shouldn't, and you continue to be you.” The last part of her complaint dulled as she pries one of Olivia’s hands free from her desk, pressing a soft kiss against her knuckles.

“I don’t see how this is a problem?" She shrugs, not bothering to free her hand. "Everyone in the Institute is some kind of fucked up. So Jordan’s a little more untrusting of everyone and Imani is overly curious, she certainly wouldn't be here if there was no attachment to the beholding. It’s all problems that will eventually resolve itself.”

“I see you didn’t mention Corwin or yourself in that.” Gwen let’s go of her hand to set her glasses down. Quickly trying to rub the tiredness from her eyes.

“You love me just the way I am," she leans forward planting a soft kiss on Gwendolyn’s wrinkled brow, "and Corwin is trying to deal with our doppelganger issue.”

She grins widely in response, “I wouldn't have it any other way Love." Before her grin turns into a soft frown, "So, it was one of the poor lads in I.T? Which one?”

“Gwen, you already know who. And do you really expect me to ever show an interest in learning anyone’s name or Identity here?” She doesn’t bother to add on the last of her thoughts; considering how often people die. Too often to really get attached anymore.

“As much as I love you all thinking I’m all knowing I truly am not. Honestly though, I don’t think anyone here really has bothered with that. The poor thing chose very poorly in any case. Not much fear to be fed on when everyone is either already a stranger or you just have a deep-seated hatred for everyone and everything here. Not to mention, every single member here has been estranged from anyone they could call family.”

She narrows her eyes at that, “You know I’ve always wondered about that.”

“What? Do you really think any sane person with love and support would ever continue to work here? Let alone apply for a job here?”

"What does that make us then?" She leans forward, arms resting on Gwendolyn’s shoulders as their foreheads touch together.

"Two old women who are deeply in love with each other and bringing terror wherever we go."

"You always do know how to sweet talk me. But I'm still going to strangle the first person who doesn't put a statement back correctly."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Click. 5

"Alright, I've got your computer back in working order." The man claps his hands together, a look of accomplishment on his face.

A look that is quickly wiped away by Corwin’s own smile, "Great, but uh, something seems to be wrong with Olivia's computer now. Not sure what but it's stuck on this video and I can't seem to get it off."

"Why were you using Ms. Stanek's computer?" The man asks carefully. Lines of frustration already wrinkling around his eyes.

"Because you told me to use a different computer? Seriously are you always this forgetful Ralph?" They tut half heartedly with a shake of their head.

"What I meant by a different computer, was one of the dozens we have that no one else uses. NOT Ms. Stanek's.” They can almost see a static around him. A form that’s too long, too strange takes up the dark fuzzy spaces around him. It probably doesn’t even realize how badly it’s giving itself away.

"Well, I guess you should have been clearer then. Either way doesn't change the fact that the screen is still stuck on that video."

“I can’t believe this, why are you doing this?! I thought we were friends, Corwin!” He finally breaks, words echoing in slightly different tones against the emptiness of the room. They can’t help the sharp grin as it finally asks exactly the question Corwin has been waiting for. They stand from their chair, immediately crowding it’s space.

“See the thing is Ralph,” they lean in close, “I don’t have friends. So you being my friend is incredibly suspicious. So suspicious that I may have to do something about it. And I’m sure you don’t want that, do you Ralph?”

It tries not to look intermediated by their smaller stature but fails as their eyes take on a dangerous hue. It’s voice comes out weakly, now a pale imitation of what it was, "my name’s rick..."

“No. It’s not.” They know. They see.

It’s beginning to shake. Fear overriding its previous anger. Until finally it turns, fleeing the room. Not bothering to try and rebuttal them. A disappointing outcome to say the least. They had at thought it’d try to murder them. It’s why they didn’t point out the real reason they knew he wasn’t Rick.

It would have been funnier though if they had. They can already imagine what would happen. Watching the dawning realization on its face and it immediately looking down at his ID to find a man who looks vastly different than it. After all, everyone's ID photo on their work badges are all polaroids that have been laminated on.

Too many missteps from previous generations that made it necessary. At least it’ll make it easier to know if the doppelganger decides to switch to someone else in the Archives.

They wonder if it'll finally leave now.

Something in the back of their mind tells them it’s far too late for that.

Click. 6

"Jordan! Don't you dare run away from me you fucking little-"

"Olivia?" his footsteps slow and he turns back to face her with a furrowed brow, "I'm not running from you? We've got a loose artifact in the filing room."

"Don’t you dare start making up excuses!" She's still storming towards him, face scrunched in anger.

He should probably be afraid. Olivia on rampage mode always meant that someone was at the very least going to be severely injured. Mostly because some idiot didn’t take her threats seriously even though it’s been proven time and time again that her threats are 100% serious. But he's got far greater fears than anything she could ever do to him.

"I'm serious Oliva. Imani found the meat cabinet there." He holds up his hands in surrender but it does nothing to placate her.

"AND YOU JUST LEFT HER THERE!"

"Yeah? It's just the meat cabinet. At most it'll make her sick for a couple of days and then she'll be fine." They’ve all had to deal with a rogue artifact at one point or another. It was the archives own official... hazing? No, it’s not so much a hazing as it was just something that happened too often and the newbies didn’t know better yet.

"I can't believe this, you just abandoned your co-worker to an Artifact!"

"Olivia you've literally done the same thing to all of us. Live by example maybe?" He’s also pretty sure she’s killed people so he doesn’t really understand where this is coming from.

She stares at him for a long moment before her body immediately relaxes as if she’d never experienced anger a single day in her life. "Eh, who am I kidding, I honestly don't give a shit if you've let your paranoia get the best of you. Anyway, did storage move it there? Or did it decide to do that itself?"

"I'm not paranoid," he bites back. And what does paranoia have to do with leaving Imani there? She can handle herself, she doesn't need help. "I haven't gotten to Artifact storage yet to find out."

"Right well you get that sorted, I'll go grab Imani out of there before we have to hire janitors." She pauses turning back with a glare, "By the way do you know what happened to the California statement you were helping Corwin with?" Her voice takes on it’s previous edge, eyes tightening in anger.

"No." He definitely does not know exactly what happened to it. It could have caught fire, or could be buried, or ripped to shreds. He doesn’t even know if it’s still anywhere near that makeshift campsite.

"I'm watching you, little man."

“Yep, bye Oliva.”

Click. 7

(The sound of the air conditioning kicking on fills the room, accompanied by the sound of a man cursing under his breath.)

"Ah there you are-”

(The man lets out a barely held back scream, and something flatters to the floor.)

“Oh calm down, your name is Rick, correct?"

"Uhm...Yes, Ms. Gwen."

"Fantastic, I've been looking for you. Unfortunately, there seems to have been an issue with your work contract and you're now being transferred to the Archives."

"What! But. NO, I quit, I'm not going back down there with those demons."

"Oh dear. You can't quit. And I think you'll fit in just fine if you think them monsters of your equal."

"I-"

"No, hush now. If you kill any more of my employees, I'll have to let Corwin deal with you exactly how they wanted to and believe me. That young person is incredibly creative when it comes to killing your kind."

"..."

"So. Pack your things, and I'll get your contract sorted. Don't try to run, because" (a harsh bark of laughter fills the room.)

"We'll find you."

(The man curses a bit more under his breath before heavy steps lead out of the room and fade away. The woman gives out an exhausted sigh.)

“I see you’ve started recording again. Preparing for an Archivist who’ll never exist? Or are you preparing for one that’s coming to visit?”

…

“I guess it doesn’t matter because we both know the answer to that don’t we.”

Click.

#the magnus archives #tma #original characters #my writng #long post #monster of the week (fanfic)

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