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HERE YE, HERE YE, UNDERTALE FANS WE MADE SOME AUS
in order they are: echo sans, draintale sans, save file sans (and no im not copying heisa, or however u spell their name bc im stupid and forgot how, i made echo sans back in the first few weeks of the pandemic.)
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echo sans takes my concept that echo flower ‘roots’ are actually interconnected vines which is how they can copy each other as well as people, and i use it to make him suffer. he wakes up in a field of echo flowers, rooted to the ground, but escapes the vines and runs home. no one remembers him, and the vines continue to make him suffer, even wrapping around his soul and going through his right eye socket. he eventually ends up in the antivoid after his au is deleted and has been there since, wandering though there and through aus.
draintale sans or zans basically suffers from a fictional disease i made that splits his soul (which is shown in the art) into many pieces, complete with hairline cracks from resets and external damages. there’s all sorts of horrible symptoms he needs to go through as well. although, he’s the strongest out of most of the sanses, since he conserves his energy for attacks, only giving it half of his all to keep himself alive. his papyrus is much more respectful about his laziness and rest, due to him knowing about the disease; as zans has been dealing with it since he was a kid. zans only has one gaster blaster btw and it’s 100 feet tall. zans likes traveling the multiverse, and is generally good friends with most of the sanses, even the bad sanses. bc like, yk. he’s literally dying and fragile as fuck. so naturally he’s the chillest dude alive and has no true opinions on anyone.
save file sans. well. let’s just say some strange and slightly paranormal events lead one thing to another, and he manages to absorb a save file. it almost kills him, so all the human souls including frisk and chara’s souls allow themselves to be absorbed by him. creating a less forceful fusion. (yes he was slightly based off of seraphim, i won’t deny that.) the fusion however breaks the fabric of his reality, due to it being so outlandish, as well as the fabric of his mind. his au disappears and so does his previous conscious, which is replaced with a calmer one. he just wanders the antivoid and aus like how echo does.
#digital art#my art#undertale aus#my undertale aus#echo sans#draintale sans#save file sans#echo#zans#save#mild info and backstory#height comparison and simplified designs
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more about hsr spiderverse au! (seen the spiderverse movie on netflix recently so there’s so much brain rot rn. i’m thinking about expanding this to a small smut series like the genshin racer! au idea )
info that is possibly mild spoilers if you haven’t watched the movie
in the across the spiderverse movie, the spider-hq is mainly there to protect the multiverse. the spideys mostly group up to go on missions to prevent any threat from emerging in the multiverse! in order to do that, they gotta have gizmos! it’s basically a watch that allows them to travel through universes without consequence. it can be taken away if miguel decides you’re liability or sum like that.
if you seen the previous post about the spiderverse au, (i’ll pop it right here if you haven’t) the hsr spider women discovered that an identical spidey version of you exists! best believe that some of them are gonna try and befriend you right on the spot while the awkward ones will avoid you (eventually they’ll warm up & try to interact with you. they are gonna be forced to interact with you because there’s missions anyways).
duo missions are very common amongst the spidey hq so expect to be duo’d up with the girlies often times than not.
since you’re fairly new to spidey society, your first three duo missions will be with kafka! behind himeko and jingliu, she’s one of the oldest members in the hsr group who’s been in spidey society so she’s the perfect preceptor for you! though, she’s awfully flirty with you (due to obvious reasons) at first but as you get to know her, she mellows out after a while. kafka is still flirty AND protective over you but she’s chill. one thing you do start to notice is the melancholy tone in her raspy yet soft voice when she talks to you. keep in mind, she never really talks about herself besides the brief story about how she became spider-woman so you’re curious about her actual backstory. and also, you haven’t seen her face yet but her voice sounds REALLY familiar.
this is all i got for now but this will be a slow burn smut series if (i def will) i go through with it. first kafka and then the others!!! ( I’ll also have an excuse to include funny interactions with outside spideys like the main huncho bbl miguel o’hara, peter b parker, etc!! )
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-Legal Name: Aina Calland (No longer goes by that name)
-Call Sign: Zona (picked that name because she saw half a Arizona green tea can that only read ‘Zona’ and thought it was cool)
-Age: 26 8/18/1997
-Nationality: Norwegian
(She speaks Bokmål dialect, her English is a little broken and sometimes she’ll get words mixed up. Fork and f*ck are often an issue when pronouncing)
-Height: 5’8” / 68”
-Weight: 145lbs
-Body type: Toned | Abs | buff thighs | itty bitty titty committee | slightly toned arms | Strong endurance but horrible balance.
Body Notes: Chest tattoo is the Troll Cross which is believed to offer protection. Her back has the Valknut triangles for the loss of her father and wings to guide her.
-Family:
Mother passed when she was 5 in a drunk driving accident. Father passed when she was 17 from CVD caused by unhealthy smoking and drinking habits. She was close with her father, he took care of her and her sister well. Older sister is alive(more info on her later)
-Personality:
Zona is pretty easy going, her mind thinks before she acts during most situations. She is politely aggressive, will often be heard saying please or thank you while cussing someone out. She has dad humor as well as a little bit of dark humor when she thinks no one is listening. Zona has a mild case of Tourette’s, she mainly will whisper small noises as she works or repeat sounds that catch her attention. It’s not very noticeable unless looking for it to happen. She gets awkward around large groups of people she doesn’t know and prefers to stick around a familiar face. The poor girl is an introvert that wants to be an extrovert. She thinks in pictures so visuals are a lot better than verbal instructions or making her read.
Zona started her career to be EMS after finishing high school at the age of 17. She wanted the adrenaline rush of having to think fast to save lives while being physically active. She got a head start in high school and studied for 2 years to get her bachelor degree in Paramedic Science then began her Vocational school right after.
BACKSTORY: (In the works will probably mess with this along the way)
Zona often volunteered her time to help with disaster relief and emergency assistance with the Red Cross in Norway. After a terrorist attack in France, Zona and a few others at her work offered to assist with NATO to help with humanitarian needs in France. It was volunteer based and had an unknown time line. While she was there another attack took place, Zona along with other volunteers and civilians were taken hostage by the terrorists group. She was transported to an unknown location(we still figuring that out) where most hostages were killed or used for ransom. They used Zona as a POW and forced her to tend to their wounded due to her medical background. She was captive for 5 months before Chimera infiltrated the hidden base.
MORE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED NEXT WILL COME : D I gotta draw more art cuz the plot thickens. I also suck at writing so please forgive me if things don’t make sense…
#artwork#call of duty#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#digital art#fanart#cod oc art#cod oc#oc#oc art#my art#my ocs#reference#backstory
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The meeting of the four revenants
David/Dwayne/Paul/Marko x fem!reader
warning : tiny comfort, war, blood and injury mild, no use of Y/n
Summary : The four vampires from Santa Carla are a group that goes back a long way, but what if you look back…to the century when they themselves got the bite of death and took their first victim?
Info : So this little based on the wonderful hc from @williamprattz I love the gifs and check out the blog also the four posts @misslavenderlady made on the backstory are excellent. Have fun reading ;)
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David : The castle of the king great, far under the rule of Henry the eighth a man feared by many for various reasons but especially for the fear of the women at court whether his wives or the highborn ladies who had to stay here as "honor" without the protection of their husband…especially her without a husband.
Sitting in the wooden chair, the dark dress on her body showing that she was grieving even though this protection would not last much longer.
Looking at the fire it disgusted her to imagine how the king could simply force her. ,,Have mercy god i beg you" she murmured praying again and was about to reach for the scriptures when she heard a noise outside.
She saw the footsteps of a man stumbling and someone who seemed to be in pain cautiously approaching the small window and she saw the silhouette of a man on the castle walls below her window. That's Ser David she thought, recognizing the blond hair and dark clothes of the young knight who had recently won the tournament, outstanding leadership skills.
Lifting her dress slightly to get down the stairs faster, she scurried past the torches, trying not to run into the guards, and arrived with difficulty on the castle wall. ,,Ser David," she said anxiously and saw the man, only a year older than her, leaning against the cold, stony castle wall.
His breathing was heavy and yet barely recognizable, his face contorted in pain and confusion, and she let out a startled sound when she saw the blood on his neck.
Before his blue eyes, cold as winter, settled on her, ,,My lady, you startled me…you-you shouldn't be out here at this late hour," he murmured, straightening up with difficulty and threatening to topple over before she supported him, his bloody hand clutching her dress and staining her hand as she slowly propped him to the ground.
,,Don't say that, my David, your wound is that a bite?" she asked, not realizing how close she was to him, how worried she was, her heart beating fast as she tried to call for help…not wanting the man she truly loved to be taken from her.
But just as she was about to rise, he grabbed her hand almost painfully and pulled her back to him, wrapping his bloody hands around her, seeming to press himself against her warm body. ,,One bite was enough" he murmured and she didn't understand was it a bite that had made him so weak?
Was he talking about a beast? Turning her head slightly, she was about to ask him when she was startled to see cold blue eyes looking at her, a mouth hiding sharp fangs and the bite of a revenant, a monster of the night.
Letting his name slip from her lips to plead with him, it was too late as the vampire's teeth bared into her neck more inexperienced than his lord, searching for blood for his victim…for a victim he perhaps hoped to convert out of love so as not to walk alone in infinity, blood staining the moon and the young undead knight disappearing with the highborn lady.
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Dwayne : The year 1650s under the reign of the Habsburg Emperor Ferdinand the third spread of power, conspiracies and marriages. A time of faith a time of faith in monasteries in which, alongside the numerous monks and nuns, there was also a young woman among the holy sisters of faith.
In the cool room behind the thick stone, she lay on her straw bed unconscious and not tired, thinking about the day, the bed, the food, the planting of herbs in the gardens and the reading from the Bible…and him.
Sin in the eyes of the others, but they needed him, the merchant who supplied them with goods they could not get for themselves in the cooler months.
Tall, silent, long black hair and his dark engaging eyes. Thoughts that made her own sin and she pulled the blanket from her body and stood up, still dressed in her dark uniform, to go out.
Wanting to go to bed, wanting to turn to the flowers, wanting to calm down. As she walked out across the hope, she saw behind the clouds that the sun was already rising, a beautiful moment that was interrupted by a crash.
She listened attentively to the sounds coming from the small storeroom where the garden tools, baskets and seeds for the herbs were kept. ,,An animal?" she asked herself and plucked up her courage to go towards it and the closer she got, she heard heavy breathing, pained noises and more noises.
,,God help me," she murmured, making a criss-cross movement before she opened the door and almost screamed when she saw him dart out of the darkness.
His cool hand gripped hers and he pulled her into the storeroom. ,,Dw-Dwayne what are you doing here?" she asked in confusion, smelling something like burning besides earth and stone but no fire seemed to be burning or was it coming from outside.
His dark eyes were on hers, she saw how tense he was when he didn't let go of her. ,,Sorry for breaking in…you shouldn't be here…not with me" he mumbled seeming to want to turn away from her but wincing painfully his shirt which was under his coat as far as she could see seemed burnt, his skin smelled burnt and his face was sore saying more than she needed to know.
,,I'll help you" came faster than it should have, she wanted to pull him out of the room, wanted to heal him, wanted to have him with her but he wouldn't let her instead he pulled her in for a hug she only saw his gaze for a moment but he was full of determination.
She saw in the distance that the sun was slowly rising, it hurt him and she mumbled a ,,Forgive me but I just need this my dear" she felt him almost leaving an apologetic kiss on her neck before her scream echoed in the room as his teeth sank into her neck.
She had invited the devil into the monastery and he had gone out of the sacred halls with her to devour her soul and take her with him to hell.
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Paul : America a land of aspiration, of ideas and innovation, a land of violence and weapons, a land that boomed with the industrial revolution, a land that had dark alleys and corners, a land that was full of dreams, a land of immigrants who came on steamships, a land that was home to everything and everyone.
A land that saw the end of many groups and a land that under high industrialization became something that hardly anyone had seen before. A country that was a home for travelers, a home for a young woman who traveled across the states on the newest train in her own compartment.
A modern train with lights and technology that still seemed new, a train that would take her to her destination, but also a train that was noisy. The noises of the night and the shining kept her awake and she decided to go on a little journey of her own through the train even if she needed the sleep because of her new job as a librarian and yet what did a little walk do?
Leaving her compartment and saying hello to a few waiters and others who were on their way to the bathrooms or returning from the bar in the dining car, she got closer and closer to the end of the train.
The last compartment was the one where the suitcase and luggage, which was too big for the compartment, were already on their way back, when she suddenly heard a rattling and banging noise as if the luggage had fallen over.
Not that it was of any concern to her, but the thought that her books, documents and important files might crumple made her a little nervous.
Putting her hand on the handle, she went into the compartment and saw in the swinging light that not only one suitcase had fallen over, but apparently the entire back row, the row where her suitcase was. ,,Hello? Is anyone there?" she asked into the semi-darkness, hoping that an employee was here to take care of it, otherwise she would have had to fetch one.
But when she noticed a movement among the suitcases, she hurried away. What if someone was under there? hurt? or worse? "Is that someone…please miss," she heard a male voice from under the luggage and she began to remove it as quickly as she could.
She looked underneath and after the perosn could make out the blond tangled hair, she saw the beautiful expression and yet a smile on his lips. ,,Thank you dear miss…you are my savior he said and slowly rose with her help before she could ask what had happened she was startled when she saw the blood on his neck.
,,You're hurt wait here" she said and pulled out her white cloth to stop the bleeding slightly but instead he grabbed her hand and gave her an almost suggestive look through the pain. The worry she had felt turned to fear but that look seemed like something else.
,,That's all right, darling, I just need this," he replied and she felt him snatch the cloth from her hand and pull it towards him, the pain starting from her neck and slowly staining the cloth on the floor with blood.
The unknown traveler disappeared into the darkness and another woman on a train journey to a new land vanished, leaving only the bloody cloth behind.
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Marko : War and death and suffering are concepts that were part of the everyday life of the population. The soldiers at the front, the suffering starving population, the perishing groups and the nurses and paramedics who lay at the front and in the hospitals. It was a time when people were dying and dying every day.
A time of blood and death, a time when everyone was fighting for their lives and they almost blocked out the screams they could no longer see. The field bed in the medical tent, which was more bad than good, stood on the muddy ground that was only sporadically covered with stone.
They were not completely at the front and yet every moment seemed to be the last, of which the blood on her apron was just one. ,,How much longer can this go on?" she asked herself, as she did every day, and put the medicines back in the boxes, which were already too few, but she had to carry on.
Giving up was not an option, they either had to win and that was the best solution or lose and they were all doomed, but that couldn't happen. However, she wanted to at least get some rest and go to the small compartment with the sisters and lie down on the cot.
Just for a moment, closing her eyes, she heard it…that sound…the sound of pain and suffering. But from whom? An enemy or the ally?
She didn't know and so her hand automatically reached for her first aid bag and took a lamp and, even though she hated it, a pistol. Neither practiced nor ever killed anyone but who knows who it was. She took one last look back and stepped out of the tent, looked around in the dark and saw the person crawling out of one of the trenches.
Holding the lamp in front of her, she saw with some reassurance that it was one of the uniformed Italians. ,,Hold out," she shouted as loudly as she could without raising the alarm and rushed over to the injured man who was on the ground and struggling to regain his strength. ,,Wait here, I'll help you? What happened? Where have you gone?" she asked, turning off the lamp and helping him to lie on the floor as best she could.
But as far as she could see, he only seemed to be injured in the neck, which was dangerous but not necessarily fatal. ,,Thank you my angel," he murmured and even though she knew that for many she was an angel of death or the angel of healing, he wasn't supposed to die, the bite-like injury didn't seem deep enough for that.
,,It's all right, everything will be all right again," she said and turned to her bag to take out the compress and the bandage when she saw him suddenly sit up as if he wasn't in pain, as if he had found something new and that look in his eyes, that look that looked like a hundred things, frightened her.
His hand stopped her from putting the bandage around his neck where the compress should have been. ,,Everything will be all right now," he replied, stifling her protests and questions by biting into her neck and pulling her down into the ditch with him.
In this blood-red night, he only left behind her bag in which the bandage and compress were still missing and were never meant to heal.
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#the lost boys 1987#the lost boys david#the lost boys dwayne#the lost boys paul#the lost boys marko#tlb david x reader#tlb dwayne x reader#tlb paul x reader#tlb marko x reader
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Bound Together: Chapter 1 (ONGOING SLOW BURN SERIES)
WARNING: This series will include; mild gore, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, implications of misandry (male misogyny), Non-Con (perhaps Dead Dove since it could be disturbing to some), bullying, violence, sexual harassment, and possibly more.
Reader has a huge fear of adult men/rape. Reader is EXTREMELY MANIPULATIVE. Reader is a foreigner (American, to be specific). Reader has their own backstory.
I've genuinely never got into BNHA, so the timeline and such is most likely inaccurate, but Hitoshi managed to steal my heart so here we are.
Yandere! Hitoshi Shinso x Yandere! Fem! Reader:
Wordcount: 14,000+ words.
Series chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, ongoing.
QUIRK INFO (important for story): Quirk's name is Karma. While it's unknown what exactly Karma is, she has her own feelings, thoughts, and shadow-like form. Karma is extremely manipulative and enjoys chaos and trouble, yet has a hidden soft side. Karma can take the blows with little damage done to her or (Y/N), yet she tires (Y/N) out greatly when used. Karma's body is made of dense gas. (Y/N) and Karma can communicate telepathically. When Karma is out of (Y/N)'s body, (Y/N) is unstable and emotional. Karma can alter her shape, shape-shiftng since she's a shadow, but she mainly retains the same silhouette of (Y/N)
(Y/N)'s father was a Pro Hero and had moved to Japan for a promotion, bringing his family and his six year old daughter along with. (Y/N) remembered saying goodbye to her friends with absolutely no reason to call them or promise it when they asked if they'd keep in contact. When she moved away she didn't expect all the culture changes such as the tradition, foods, festivals, people, and language. It was all so confusing to navigate through for the young mind.
With her father's promotion came a tutor who would teach the family Japanese. By ten, (Y/N) was fluent in Japanese with minor mix-ups and such. She didn't have any friends in Japan and was labeled a loner because not only was she foreign, but she couldn't speak their language either. Now that she could speak Japanese, she could understand what the kids would yell at her.
Japanese bullies are absolutely ruthless, way more than in America. Americans just like to push and shove you, call you names in the hallways, give you swirlies and write on a paper “kick me!” and tape it onto your back (she's never been a victim of it since she was decently popular at her old school, but she's seen it happen to others). Japanese bullies slam you against lockers with force, write death messages on your desk, hit and stab you with sharp objects, corner you in alleys and beat you up, even going as far as to breaking into your home and vandalizing it. (Y/N) have been subjected to this. It didn’t help that she was quirkless (at the time) and didn’t speak Japanese.
She wanted to tell her father but he was at work all the time. She wanted to tell her mother but she had left her father before they moved to Japan. She wanted to tell the teachers but she couldn’t speak their language and they could class less as they obviously saw the signs yet did nothing to stop it.
(Y/N) was seven years old and walked into her classroom, taking a seat at her desk with neat handwriting written on it. She didn’t have to know Japanese to understand it meant she wasn’t welcomed. The kids in her class liked to grab the whiteboard erasers and hit them on the sides of her head, leaving powdered white chalk dust in her hair and school uniform.
She didn’t want to fight them because she didn’t want the bullying to escalate, nor could she speak their language and tell them to stop. She also didn’t want to get suspended and have her father get mad or disappointed in her. However, one day when (Y/N) sat at her vandalized desk and the four girls grabbed the whiteboard erasers, she felt something in her snap.
It pissed her off that they didn’t like her. Everyone at her old school had no problem liking her, why couldn't they? She was a foreigner and Japan didn’t like new things, they thought new was scary. They didn’t even try to get to know her or even show her kindness, so why should she keep up her act?
She stood up quickly and winded her fist back, punching the black-haired girl with all her might. The girl flew back and hit some desks, causing some students to gasp and others to laugh. (Y/N)'s fists and body were shaking and her face was red and hot as angry tears rolled down her face.
When one of the girl's friends tried to grab (Y/N)'s hair, she dodged yet fell to her knees. A shock of pain hit her feeling as if her back was being torn apart by a pair of dull scissors as the back of her uniform ripped opened. A shadow crawled out, one who was not happy at all. They punched the girl in front of (Y/N), then grabbed her and arm pulled her up.
“Who are you?” (Y/N) questioned, ignoring the pain in her back or the wet blood trickles from her spine to the back of her legs.
“Less talking, more punching.” The shadow huffed, running up and tackling another one of the girls.
Surprisingly, for her first school fight, she held out decent, thanks to the mysterious shadow.
“Karma, motherfucker!” (Y/N) shouted, kicking the last girl in the head.
That was the end of our brawl before her and the shadow got dragged into the principal’s office. He chewed them out but (Y/N) honestly had no idea was he was saying and neither did the shadow.
(Y/N)'s father had to pick her up from school and the shadow stuck around, seemingly confused on what to do now. Her father was mad, but it turned to confusion once he noticed the shadow.
“So, what do we call you?” (Y/N) questioned.
“Hm…” the shadow thought to themself, thinking. “Just call me Karma. I liked the way it was said earlier. It sounded badass.” The shadow, Karma, giggled.
It was the day (Y/N) found new hope to stand up for herself. A beacon of light that was installed into her soul so that she could walk through the dark without worry. She realized she could use my fists as a way to defend herself and provide safety for herself. She wasn't only fighting for herself now; she was fighting for her family's name, her happiness, and her second half, Karma. After that fight, no other bullies decided to mess with (Y/N); physically, at least. They still called her names behind her back, but they didn't decide to physically torment her anymore. Some kids tried to be friends with her but she paid no attention to them, especially because they were the kids who sat back and laughed when the bullying happened.
When she turned ten and understood full Japanese, she found herself pondering on what she wanted to be when she grew up. She wanted to be a writer, a nurse, and a hero. (Y/N) eventually decided she wanted to be someone who'd help and care for civilians as a hero and have a side hobby as a writer for fun.
She was more of a loner at school which made school really boring and long, especially because of having no friends to talk to pass time, so she decided she wanted to make friends. She wanted to make friends with a loner too, that way she didn’t have to fight for their attention with other friends, and a loner would be more likely to accept her friendship and not make fun of her like others in groups would. She didn't really care what their personality would be, in fact, she would probably enjoy it if they were extroverted and loud—the opposite of her—just so she could have someone to entertain her long enough during the school hours until she can go home.
For the few weeks she studied the kids around me, during class and during lunch, for the perfect candidate victim. It wasn’t until she was in class hearing about the "villain" in class 2C. She listened to the conversation the two boys were having, hearing them gossip about the guy's quirk being basically mind-control and how he’d be an upcoming villain.
Well, with people talking about him like that, I wouldn’t doubt he’d become a villain. (Y/N) thought to herself.
Mind-control? That sounds awesome! Karma said.
Well, I'm glad you see some light in it. (Y/N) thought.
I want to be friends with him. Karma spoke. We can use him to brainwash the entire school into doing our every bid and command.
That sounds like too much work. (Y/N) thought. I don't want to do something so tiring.
Hard work pays off. Ooo, we should have him tell kids to kill themselves! Yeah! Take a swan dive down the school roof like they told us! Karma cheered on.
No, Karma. We're not doing that. (Y/N) thought to herself. Besides, we have to find this kid. We don't even know what he looks like.
The bell rang and (Y/N) stood up from class. Since the two boys were talking about the unnamed kid rather rudely, it's a good bet that the kid is a loner, possibly even getting bullied himself. She just had to find a kid who's a loner and getting bullied. Turns out, that's easy when you're in middle school. Word gets around, literally.
A locker in the hallway was dented and had red and white spray painted words on the locker, telling the owner of the locker to "go kill themselves" and to "give up being a hero"
So the kid dreams of being a hero? (Y/N) thought to herself, watching as the paint dripped down, still obviously wet.
Lame. Karma thought.
We're trying to be the same thing. (Y/N) pointed out.
You just want your dad to praise you, I'm just in it to kick ass. Karma retorted.
(Y/N) stared at the locker, watching to see if anybody would be brave enough to walk up and claim it as their own. A boy with indigo purple hair and bags under his eyes walked to it, not even bothering to read the words—as if he already knows what's there—and opened the locker, smearing white spray paint onto his hand.
Poor boy. (Y/N) thought, feeling a slight hint of pity for him.
Only slightly.
She noticed a duo of boys walk to the locker, recognizing them from her class as the—Hiro and Yamada, their names were—and started walking up to the unsuspecting boy. She passed the boy and got in the two bullies way, preventing them from getting to the boy.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She apologized.
They tried to move a different direction but she just purposely got in their way again, stepping in between them and the boy.
“Sorry.” She smiled nervously.
He’s aware of the situation now and is on guard. Karma informed (Y/N).
“Move it, American bitch.” Hiro said, grabbing her shoulder and shoving her out of their way.
(Y/N) resisted the urge to turn around and grab his shoulder, punch him in the face.
I got this. Karma spoke.
No. Don’t do it. It’s not worth it, we can potentially scare off the boy if we get violent. (Y/N) informed.
Fine… Karma sighed, annoyed at there being no action today.
(Y/N) wiped Hiro’s touch off her jacket’s shoulder (a jacket that doesn’t follow the dress code’s uniform, but she doesn’t care and the teachers don’t care enough either) and turned around.
She saw the indigo boy walk away and the two other boys go a separate way.
Well, at least he’s safe. She thought.
Normally, she would’ve completely ignored the scene and look around to see whose recording so she can find the video later and send it to those in exchange for some information, so she found it strange that she decided to step it (let alone with the boy realizing it, so she can’t tell him he owes her a favor).
Well, I couldn’t let him get beaten up in front of me. It would be a bad impression if he spotted me in the crowd watching him getting ganged up on. (Y/N) thought. Why doesn’t he just decide to control their minds to make them go away?
(Y/N) kept track of his dull purple hair and followed it through the school body, following him out of the school and into the back of the gardens where he sat under a tree. He stared at the clouds for some time before dozing off.
Does he not get enough sleep? It would explain his eye bags. Perhaps it’s too loud at home? A abusive household? Insomnia? Studying for school? More thoughts raced in her head and she watched the boy, trying to decide if she’d have him as a friend or not.
He seems fine. Besides, that quirk of his could come really handy for us. Karma persisted.
That’s true. (Y/N) bets she could find a way to get him to do what she wants, but she definitely won’t use him often in case he catches on. Not only that, but being his friend could really help him not turn out to be a villain—that would create problems for all of Japan since he can control people and she might have to fight him one day (she’d be devastated if she lost).
That settles it, Karma. Tomorrow we’re going to be his friend. (Y/N) spoke
Why not now? Karma questioned impatiently.
I don’t want to wake him up and have him mad at us—that could blow our chances. (Y/N) reasoned.
While the two argued telepathically, the boy questioned why she could be here. He noticed what she did for him in the hallway, but why would the foreigner risk becoming a larger target by helping him out? Was it pity?
“Are you just going to stand there?” the indigo boy spoke, opening one of his tired eyes and looking at (Y/N).
“Ah!” (Y/N) jumped, letting out a surprised yelp. “I-uh…” she stammered, trying to find an excuse for her creepy stalking.
Shit! I didn’t think of an excuse since I didn’t expect on meeting him today. (Y/N) thought.
Why don’t you like… punch him to assert your dominance? Karma suggested.
You’re so barbaric. (Y/N) huffed.
At least I’m throwing out ideas! Karma retorted.
Quick! Think of something embarrassing! (Y/N) spoke.
Well, for starters, you purposely trying to embarrass yourself is embarrassing enough, especially for me since I'm associated with y—
That works!
“I…” (Y/N) paused, clasping her hands together and adverting her eyes to look away, her face red in embarrassment. “I just want to be your friend.”
The boy raised his eyebrows, unamused.
Like I believe that… he thought.
(Y/N) noticed his unfazed expression and resisted the urge to scrunch her face in confusion.
Why didn’t my charms work? Usually any boy who sees a nervous blushing girl becomes pudding at my feet? What’s with this guy? (Y/N) thought, the gears turning in her head as she avoided eye contact to keep up her act.
Maybe he’s gay? Karma questioned.
“I just…” (Y/N) mentally sighed, resisting the urge not to cringe at her next words, “want to be friends!”
Silence. The only thing that could be heard was the slight breeze of the wind hitting the tree leaves above the two.
“No thanks.” the indigo boy spoke, closing both his eyes.
Excuse me? (Y/N) and Karma thought simultaneously.
How dare he say that? How dare he reject us?! We’re probably the most special thing that’s ever happened in his life and he’s rejecting our blessing of alliance? I pity the fool! Karma shouted.
Perhaps he’s just shy? Or maybe thinks we’re playing a joke on him? We should work to building rapport! (Y/N) reasoned.
Let’s just find another kid! Absolutely this guy is too dumb to be hanging around the likes of us. Karma huffed.
We can’t do that! (Y/N) declared rather firmly.
Why not? Don’t tell me you got a crush! Karma groaned.
No way! (Y/N) shouted, her face going red whilst the indigo boy opened his eyes, looking confused to find her still here.
“Can you leave now?” he questioned.
This boy rejected my advances. No boy has ever been able to reject me when I purposely threw myself at them! Who is this boy and how does his brain work? (Y/N) thought, a morbid sense of curiosity forming inside her head.
I need to find out how his head works. I need to know how he thinks and why he thinks. This friendship of ours will be like no other! (Y/N) declared strongly inside her head.
Great. Here I thought I was the crazy one. Karma sighed.
“What is your name?” (Y/N) questioned, ignoring (forgetting) his previous question as she walked over and sat down in front of him.
“…Huh?” the indigo boy voiced.
“What’s your name? I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).” (Y/N) introduced.
“Can you go away?” the indigo boy restated.
“Can’t you at least tell me your name before I leave?” (Y/N) pouted, a slight frown on her face at his words.
Why isn’t he just playing into it? she wondered.
The boy stared at her for a few seconds (ones that felt like an eternity), before he sighed.
“Hitoshi Shinso. Now go.” He spoke.
“As promised, I will leave.” (Y/N) smiled, satisfied at the small step as she stood up. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Shinso.”
“Wait, no. No you will not-“ he spoke, but was cut off by (Y/N).
“Bye now!” (Y/N) smiled, running away and waving.
See? It worked out! (Y/N) pridefully smirked.
As if. He had no interest in you. Karma sneered.
Yet. He has no interest yet. I’ll make him be my friend. (Y/N) stated confidently.
Why him? Sure he has a cool quirk and a gay mind but that’s it. Karma sighed.
I guess… (Y/N) paused, thinking of what to tell Karma. He didn’t fall for my tricks. No man or woman has been able to resist me when I wanted them to yearn for me.
I think you just got sloppy. Or maybe these Japanese men are prone to American women? Karma questioned.
It doesn’t matter. Right now we should be thinking about how to earn his trust. (Y/N) explained.
Give him food. Karma suggested.
What is he? A dog? (Y/N) sassed, then thought about it. Actually… not too shabby, Karma. It’s lunchtime and he didn’t have any lunch today, we should make him one for tomorrow.
You doubt my smarts until I’m needed. Karma huffed.
Put a sock in it. (Y/N) sighed, not feeling like arguing anymore with Karma today.
Give him meat. Men like meat. Make it raw, it makes them feel as if they killed the food themselves. Karma spoke.
I want you to take back what you said about being smart earlier. And I want you to shut up because that was a ridiculous idea, you damn barbarian. I’m convinced that you’re a soul from my past life that’s come to haunt me. (Y/N) deadpanned.
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The day went slow as did her mind. She found herself falling asleep in the classroom, resting her head on her elbows and closing her eyes for what she hoped would be a quick power nap, ending up being the next two hours of school. This late into the year the teacher had already grown customary to the girl’s annoying habits.
“Well, sleep is needed to grow…” she would say whenever a student questioned why (Y/N) got to sleep in class undisturbed.
The first few times she answered this question she was met with a “Then she sure needs it, height-wise.” from Hiro usually. Now, Hiro and Yamada won’t bother trying to wake her up since she just goes right back to sleep (it’s not fun picking on a sleeping person that cannot comprehend your bullying).
The bell rang and everyone left the class except for the sleeping girl. The teacher erased the chalkboard and gathered her class papers from today, checking everyone’s work. She grabbed (Y/N)'s paper and did a quick check, deeming she was smart enough to sleep in class tomorrow if she fell asleep, and gently tapped (Y/N)'s shoulder. (Y/N) jumped violently, shooting up and looking at the teacher.
“The bell rang. It’s time to go home now.” The teacher smiled.
“Damn— I-I mean wow. Already? Okay.” (Y/N) corrected herself, wiping the drool off her face and fixing her hair.
She stood up from her desk and gathered her school supplies, shoving them into her backpack and rushing out of the classroom.
“Thank you for waking me up! Have a nice day, miss!” (Y/N) spoke, waving bye before running out into the hallway.
She went to the back of the school and ignored the druggies and gangs back there. As long as you don’t make eye-contact with them, they won’t bother you. She uses this route since it helps her stay away from the bullies in her class who wait at the front gates. (Y/N) jumps the back gate to run to her neighborhood and so far the kids haven’t caught onto her route yet.
(Y/N) made it to the back gate fence and started to climb up, before stopping.
Hiro and his gang are waiting for any easy target at those front gates. Is it possibly Shinso could be there too? (Y/N) thought.
Karma, can you go take care of that? (Y/N) questioned (ordered), jumping down the fence and taking off her jacket so Karma can leave her body without damaging it on her way out.
What am I, your dog? Karma snapped.
I mean…
Don’t even finish it. Karma huffed, crawling out of (Y/N)'s body.
By now it can barely hurt anymore, the pain numbing overtime. It doesn’t hurt or scar as much as it did the first few times, by now her body has grown accustomed and adapted to the invasion and retreat of Karma’s form. Karma left her body, allowing (Y/N) to climb up the school’s back gate and run home. Meanwhile, Karma ventured out to the front courtyard without a care in the world.
Karma waited in the shadows of the school’s gate, looking for the purple-haired boy before finally finding him walking outside.
(Y/N) will get mad at me if I fight with those boys, but she’ll get mad if I don’t do anything either to save the brat. Karma thought, huffing. I still think I should just punch the kid to assert dominance, or at least find a new victim to befriend.
Karma walked out of the shadow’s gates just as the bullies started to circle Shinso. Karma pushed the boys out of her way and grabbed Shinso’s arm.
“Hey! It’s that foreigner's quirk!” one of the bullies shouted, recognizing the shadow’s figure.
Oops, maybe I should’ve changed forms beforehand. Oh well. Karma thought, not really putting enough disappointment in her thoughts as she started running away with Shinso to the back of the school.
“What are you doing?!” Shinso shouted, an annoyed expression on his face.
“Saving you from getting your ass kicked, duh!” Karma retorted.
“I don’t need your help!” he hissed.
“Too bad.” Karma commented.
She let go of Shinso’s hand and ran through the gate, looking back at Shinso.
“Let’s go, moron!” she exclaimed impatiently.
Shinso muttered something under his breath and groaned, rolling his eyes and grabbing the metal wiring, climbing up the fence. He landed on the ground and looked at Karma, waiting for their next move.
Shouts could be heard on the other side of the fence before banging on the metal. Shinso turned to see Hiro and Yamada there with their big group of four now. They all started to climb one another to get over the fence.
“C’mon, brat.” Karma huffed, grabbing Shinso’s arm again and started running, dragging Shinso with. “Where do you live?” Karma questioned.
“Like I’d tell you that.” Shinso scoffed.
“Listen, man. I don’t want nothing to do with you as you do me, but the brat just needs to make sure you’re safe.” Karma complained.
“Well I do—wait, who?” Shinso questioned.
“Obviously that girl from earlier. Like anyone else wants something to do with you.” Karma snarked. “That girl is just insane and dumb! I wouldn’t want to be her friend either if I was you, but I’m not and I’m stuck with her for life!”
“You’re her quirk?” Shinso questioned. “Like, the foreign girl’s quirk?”
“Quite a reputation we have. You falling for us?” Karma gleamed.
“In your dreams…” Shinso muttered. “What’s she want with me anyways?”
“To be your friend.” Karma spoke, resisting the urge for her to add on “oh, but I want your power!”
“I don’t want to be her friend.” Shinso deadpanned.
“Join the club.” Karma commented. “Anyways, why don’t you just beat up them bullies? You got that mind-control quirk right? Just tell them to leave you alone or something.”
“You don’t worry about it.” Shinso snapped rudely.
“Pardon my French, did I hit a nerve?” Karma smiled. “What? Can't control your quirk or something? You afraid of something? C’mon, the girl ain’t here to hear how much of a shitty person you are.”
Shinso suddenly stopped running, causing Karma to stop running too.
“This is my place. You and the girl leave me alone now.” Shinso demanded, glaring at the shadow before walking up to his apartment’s door.
“No thank you?!” Karma questioned, shouting at Shinso.
Shinso flipped her off before opening the door and slamming it shut.
“What a pain in the ass…” Karma sighed, looking around to see where she was.
She realized that she wasn’t far from (Y/N)'s neighborhood and laughed.
“Oh, (Y/N) will love this!” Karma cackled, skipping her merry way down the streets.
Karma made it to the house and walked through the door, looking around before finding (Y/N) in the kitchen.
“How’d it go?” (Y/N) questioned, cooking up some meat.
“Good. What are you cooking?” Karma questioned, trying to steal a piece of meat.
“Ah! No! Not for you!” (Y/N) scolded, hitting Karma’s hand away. “You can’t even eat it! You have no mouth. I’m basically the mother bird throwing chewed up food into your mouth.”
“Please reframe from saying that.” Karma cringed.
“Please reframe from stealing Shinso’s food.” (Y/N) retorted.
“It is for the brat? He said he doesn’t want to see you or me anymore.” Karma spoke, relaying what Shinso said to her earlier.
“He says that, but he’ll think twice after trying some of this!” (Y/N) beamed.
“What is it?” Karma questioned.
“Well, I don’t know what his favorite food is. So I figured I’d put all of the food categories together! He wants to be a hero, so I did protein such as chicken and steak. Vegetables like celery and carrots. Fruit like strawberries and blueberries. I’ll make homemade bread rolls later for grain. And apple juice!” (Y/N) explained. "So he can grow up big and strong!"
“And you say you’re not in love with him, correct?” Karma teased.
“You’re funny.” (Y/N) growled, shooting Karma a nasty look. “The last time I liked someone was in Kindergarten, and he confessed to me then a year later gained a crush on my best friend and left me!”
“You must’ve not been good enough. With that personality, I don’t blame him.” Karma teased, resorting in (Y/N) throwing a wooden spoon at Karma.
Karma quickly ducked and raised her fist at (Y/N) since she didn’t have a face to return the glare.
“Definitely not good enough.” Karma huffed.
“Done talking? Ready to go back?” (Y/N) grumbled.
“No. I want to stay out longer. I rarely get to come out!” Karma whined.
“Then quite being a brat.” (Y/N) huffed.
“No promises.” Karma smirked.
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Shinso stared at the blank ceiling in his room, tired but not finding it easy to slumber (like always it seems). Usually all that would be on his mind is how he can’t sleep, but today he found his thoughts drifting off—more specifically about the girl and her quirk.
That girl is stubborn, so is the quirk. The quirk seems to have its own personality, can that be possible? And what’s with the girl, (Y/N), trying to be my friend? Does she really feel that bad for me? Shinso thought.
I guess it makes sense, she is a foreigner so she’s not well-liked in the school. Others don’t like me because of my quirk. Hell, some might not like her because of her own quirk after that incident a few years ago. Shinso thought.
Shinso remembered hearing about how a foreigner got in a fight with Hiro and Yamada, the two bullies that’s been stuck in her classes for four years now and just can’t seem to take a break (you think the first beating you’d leave them alone). He hasn’t heard of any other fights between them, and judging by how Karma ran from them when she helped kidnapped him, they're still fighting.
Not only that, but even though he was rude to her (rightfully so, she interrupted his nap, or at least he was going to try to nap), she still decided to stick around and was even bold enough to say she was coming back tomorrow!
That’s a lot of confidence for someone bullied, let alone a foreigner. Does she not realize my quirk? Shinso thought.
No, the shadow quirk knew of my quirk, so obviously the girl ([Y/N], I think she said her name was) knew of my quirk too. So why did she get close to me knowing what I could do? he wondered.
All these thoughts clouded his mind and kept him up when what usually kept him up at night was how quiet it’d be in his life—suddenly he’s being chased by a stubborn girl and her questionable quirk.
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(Y/N) threw on her uniform’s shirt and skirt (breaking the dress code as usual by getting rid of her tie and keeping her collar unbuttoned), throwing on her jacket and brushing out her hair. She grabbed all her belongings and shoved them in her bag and sprayed perfume on herself.
She walked out of her room and grabbed her backpack along with two bags of food, the lunch she prepared yesterday. She walked out her house and down her street, doing her best to remember where her school was.
Yesterday she spent an extra ten minutes trying to figure out where her house was since she had forgotten the directions, so she ended up giving up and pulling out her GPS. Karma, luckily, was here to guide (Y/N) to school.
Did I ever tell you the good news? Karma questioned.
You’re leaving me? (Y/N) teased.
If only it were that easy to rid myself of you… Karma sighed. No, the brat lives near us. In fact, I can guide you to his house.
Hm. Tempting. But I don’t want to see Shinso just now, I want to surprise him during lunch. (Y/N) explained.
Surprise? But you have already told him you’re seeing him? Karma pointed out.
I’m surprising him with lunch! (Y/N) reminded. Shinso is gonna be so happy when he sees I thought about him and his health that I cooked for him! He’s going to be so trusting of me that he’ll be my friend and I can finally have someone fun to talk to! (Y/N) spoke, a smile on her face as she walked with an extra hop in her step.
And he’ll be a powerful ally of ours! With our strength combined, we can take on the world! Karma beamed.
You mean save it? Ya know, since we’re going to be heroes and all. (Y/N) pointed out.
Of course, that’s what I meant. Karma corrected lazily (not exactly meaning what she said).
(Y/N) walked into the school courtyard and took off her home shoes and replaced them with school shoes. She placed the lunches in her locker so they don’t get stolen (or destroyed by Hiro and Yamada). She made it to her class and sat down, already excited for lunch so she can go win Shinso’s trust.
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The bell for lunch finally rang (much to [Y/N]'s excitement) and she stood up for class eagerly. She made sure to walk out the second door, furthest away from Hiro and Yamada, that way she can make a run for it in the hallways and hopefully lose the two bullies in the crowd.
She pushed and shoved her way through the student body, finally getting to her locker and quickly unlocking it, making sure to grab both lunches and lock the locker back up. She noticed the two bullies closing in behind her and made haste, running into the woman’s bathroom and going into a stall.
Karma, distract them while I go to Shinso. Don’t let them know where he hangs out at lunch, we can’t have him losing trust in us by leading bullies to him! (Y/N) ordered.
And no beating them up? Karma sighed.
No beating them up. (Y/N) confirmed, taking off her jacket.
Man, I hate being such a goody-two-shoes. Karma complained, leaving (Y/N)'s body.
(Y/N) threw on her jacket again, carefully walking out of the stall and out into the hallways. Karma must’ve shoved Hiro and Yamada away from the hallway, allowing (Y/N) the chance at escaping through the school’s side-exit and making it to the tree Shinso was laying under yesterday.
Instead of expecting to see Shinso trying to sleep, she saw him lying under the tree with both eyes open, looking up at the sky. (Y/N) cleared her throat, quickly brushing her hair with her fingers and patting down her uniform.
“Shinso!” (Y/N) smiled, effectively gaining his attention as he turned his head her way.
(Y/N) jogged up to him and gave him a smile, plopping down in front of him so he couldn’t quite avoid her eye contact, creating a more vulnerable and intimate environment for the two of them.
“I got you something.” (Y/N) spoke, hanging Shinso a bag as he looked at it (with more interest than he’d like to admit) and accepted the bag.
“You really didn’t have to...” Shinso muttered, opening the bag and finding the clumsily wrapped container.
He wanted to laugh at her wrapping skills, but he was somewhat-thankful she made him something. After all, he doesn’t have much energy to eat, so having her actually put thought into him and take time out of her day to make him something made him want to smile (almost).
“But I wanted to! I noticed how yesterday you didn’t eat lunch, and lunch is important for you because it helps you grow.” (Y/N) explained. “You want to be a hero right? You need to be strong and healthy.”
(Y/N) noticed the droop in Shinso’s eyes at her words, resulting in (Y/N) wanting to punch herself.
Damn it! I messed up! (Y/N) thought.
Duh, it was creepy how you knew his dream job. Karma explained, telepathically communicating with (Y/N) despite being somewhere around the school.
No! Well yeah, but I said hero and that's what set him off! He gets bullied for wanting to be one because of that quirk of his. (Y/N) groaned.
(Y/N) decided to keep her smile and ignore Shinso’s frown, deciding it would be best to not try and pry information from him just yet.
“Well? Eat up, Shin! I wanna see how you like it.” (Y/N) spoke, allowing his mind to focus on the nickname she gave him.
He sighed and opened the containers lid, taking the fork too and taking a bite of the steak inside.
“It’s good...” Shinso muttered a compliment once he finished chewing his food.
“Thank you! I had a hard time figuring out what I should make you so I figured this would work.” (Y/N) explained, opening her own container and digging in. “Hey, while we eat, let’s get to know each other. Yeah?”
Shinso shot her a glare, displeased at her idea. (Y/N) paid no mind to it as she thought of a question to ask him.
“What’s your favorite color?” (Y/N) questioned.
“That’s how you’re going to get to know me?” Shinso asked, obvious judgement in his voice.
“Would you rather have me ask you something personal such as where you live?” (Y/N) questioned.
“… Purple.” Shinso sighed.
“I’m not surprised. It’s the color of your hair.” (Y/N) smiled. “My favorite color is (f/c). I like how it matches everything. Now, do you have a question you want to ask me?”
Shinso nodded, taking a blueberry and plopping it into his mouth.
“Mm, why are you trying to be friends with me?” Shinso questioned.
“Would you like the truth or the lie?” (Y/N) spoke, answering his question with her own.
Shinso blinked, stopped his chewing so he can look up at her face instead of his food. He noticed how her blue eyes pierced into his purple ones, sending a electric shock of either discomfort or surprise (most likely both).
He certainly wasn’t expecting that response.
“Um… the truth?” Shinso spoke, almost hesitant of his answer.
“I get bored throughout the day, so I wanna make friends. People here don’t like me because I’m a foreigner, and they don’t like you because of your quirk, so I figured we can be friends since we’re both unliked by those with low intelligence.” (Y/N) smiled before grabbing a raspberry from her container and chewing it.
“You do realize I’m dangerous, right?” Shinso questioned, his tone sounding as if he was calling (Y/N) stupid.
“Oh, have you not realized by now? I don’t care about how scary you are, I just wanna be friends with you.” (Y/N) spoke dully, taking a bite of her roll.
Shinso felt his heart speed up a bit, deciding to chalk it up to the sun’s heat as he adverted his eyes.
“Are all you Americans like this?” Shinso sighed.
“Mm, probably not. I’m a really special person, all the more you should be friends with me~” (Y/N) sing-songed, watching as Shinso took a bite of his own roll, unconsciously mimicking her actions and now paying attention to her body language (just as she wanted; his attention).
“If I be friends with you, will you leave me alone?” Shinso questioned.
“Nope.” (Y/N) admitted.
“And if I’m not friends with you?” Shinso questioned.
“Also a hard no.” (Y/N) responded.
“So… basically I have no say?” Shinso concluded.
“Ding, ding, ding! Your prize is this blueberry!” (Y/N) smiled goofily, throwing a blueberry at Shinso.
Shinso purposely moved his head away from her shot, causing her to frown.
“You were supposed to eat that! That’s your prize!” she huffed.
“Whoops.” Shinso muttered, not sorry at all.
“What about a favorite animal?” (Y/N) questioned.
Shinso doesn’t really understand how these elementary questions can help her get to know him, but he supposes it’s sort of nice icebreaker between the two.
“Cats.” Shinso spoke, causing (Y/N)'s face to scrunch up. “What?”
“Little devils… like chihuahuas…” she grumbled. “I’m more of a big dog person.”
“But they drool and are always bouncing off the walls.” Shinso grimaced.
“But at least they go on walks with you, and play with you and are fun. Cats liked to hit you and break things and huff hairballs.” (Y/N) defended. “Why do you like cats?”
“They’re quiet and sleep. Leave them to their devices and they’re fine.” Shinso explained.
“I’ve owned only one cat, and that cat is the only exception to my heart.” (Y/N) explained. “You ever own any dogs?”
“No way.” Shinso spoke, resisting the urge to scrunch up his face at just the thought.
“Suit yourself.” (Y/N) shrugged. “You come up with the next question.”
“Why’d you move here?” Shinso asked.
“My dad’s job. Promotion for his hero job.” (Y/N) explained.
“So you plan on being a hero too?” Shinso questioned.
“Might as well, I mean, it’s expected of me. I don’t have much passions either, and the ones I do have I don’t have enough energy to make it a job.” She admitted.
“Shocking.” Shinso commented.
This girl? Too little energy? Sound impossible, but he just met her yesterday so there’s not much to go off about her. It made Shinso wonder what else he doesn’t know about her.
He found himself being immersed into her little 20 questions game along with the food and atmosphere. Whatever she’s planning, she’s real good at it, but he won’t put his guard down just yet.
The bell rang, signaling their game and food was up.
“Where’s your class? I’ll walk you.” (Y/N) offered.
Shinso stood up from his spot and silently led (Y/N) to his classroom while she talked, saying random things and whatever was on her mind (or at least make it seem she was saying whatever). By doing it, it made is seem as if she trusted him—that way she could earn his friendship quicker.
She learned early on that people are very willing to talk about anything with “stupid” or “air-headed” people, so she makes it an effort to contribute that to her public personality when she feels it’s needed. Shinso would probably let information slip from his mouth and assume she was too dumb enough to look into it—just as long as she gains his trust, that is, which is why she needs to keep up this act.
Usually, she’d rather be the introvert of her friends. She liked to listen and learn, but she’s more than willing to laugh and crack jokes too, though it’s been awhile since she’s had a genuine laugh from someone else in her life other than Karma and her.
“Shinso, I heard from Karma that we walk the same way after school. We should meet up.” (Y/N) suggested, making it to Shinso’s classroom and stopping at the door.
“Karma?” Shinso questioned, confused on who that could be until it clicked. “Your quirk has their own name?”
“Yes, she does. Own thoughts and feelings too.” (Y/N) explained.
I’ve never heard a quirk that’s self-conscious. Shinso thought.
“So, what do you say?” (Y/N) questioned, secretly impatient for his answer despite Karma already knowing where he lives.
“I mean… sure?” Shinso agreed, albeit a bit hesitant.
“I’ll meet you here, okay?” (Y/N) smiled, giddy as she ran down the hall to make it to her classroom.
I don’t appreciate him calling me a ‘quirk’” Karma huffed.
What do you mean? (Y/N) questioned
He said it with an attitude. Karma retorted.
I think you’re jealous he likes me more. (Y/N) spoke, resisting the urge to publicly smirk.
He must’ve got inside your head to have you talking like that. Karma snarled.
Doesn’t matter. What matters is he’s building trust for us. I supposed being disliked for so long makes you open up to the nearest person who shows interest—and fast. (Y/N) explained.
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The day ended as (Y/N) maneuvered her way out of sight from Hiro and Yamada’s vision, heading to Shinso's class.
She saw the tuff of purple hair from Shinso and smiled, resisting the urge to run up and grab his shoulder, greeting him with a big flashy smile.
I can’t touch him. He doesn’t seem like someone who’d appreciate physical contact. I haven’t earned his trust all the way to get to that stage, but I’ve won his friendship. (Y/N) thought to herself.
She instead opted to run and smile at Shinso, leaving the physical intimacy for another day.
“Hey, Shin! Ya ready to go home?” (Y/N) questioned.
“Yeah.” Shinso responded, leading the way to the lockers for (Y/N) to follow.
“How was class?” (Y/N) questioned.
“Mm… Fine.” Shinso spoke, a little hesitant as he put genuine thought into his answer instead of going on auto-pilot like a normal person would.
It made (Y/N) smile at the small clue. Shinso’s body language allows her to know and learn all about him. She wonders if he knows this.
“My class was boring. I had to do math, do you know I hate math?” (Y/N) sighed, speaking the truth.
“It’s… interesting alright.” Shinso spoke, voicing his own opinion on it.
“What’s your favorite subject?” (Y/N) questioned, going back to her elementary icebreakers.
“Maybe language arts, it’s the quietest subject.” Shinso explained.
“That’s my favorite too!” (Y/N) beamed. “Would you look at that, Shin. We have something in common.”
“Great…” Shinso murmured, the two of them reaching the lockers.
They unlocked their lockers and changed their shoes. When they finished, (Y/N) tugged Shinso’s backpack.
“We have to go through the courtyard. Hiro and the others will be waiting for us at the side-gate looking to ambush us, especially after that stunt from yesterday.” (Y/N) explained.
Shinso hummed, walking out of the school’s front doors to the open front gates. He noticed her still cling onto his backpack and ignored the way his heart pumped an extra beat at realizing this.
“Do you have a favorite juice?” (Y/N) questioned.
“Juice? Never thought about it.” Shinso admitted. “Maybe orange juice?”
“Shame on you.” (Y/N) huffed. “That’s only best for breakfast. Apple juice is obviously superior.”
“Really? So red apples or green apples?” he questioned.
“Green! They have the perfect sourness and tartness to them.” (Y/N) answered without any hesitation, smiling that he was entertaining her little performance.
“Wrong answer.” Shinso spoke. “Red, specifically gala apples, are the best apples.”
“Mm. No!” (Y/N) spoke, shaking her head. “I could’ve never expected you to believe in such falsehoods, Shin. A little disappointed, but hopefully you can win me back with this; what’s better? Pink lemonade or regular lemonade?”
“Aren’t they just the same taste but with different colors?” Shinso questioned.
“Oh!” (Y/N) feigned a gasp. “How could you? Obviously not! At least… not all that much. They have different tastes because strawberry juice is added into pink lemonade to make it pink.” (Y/N) explained.
“Pink lemonade I guess.” Shinso spoke, opting to choose what he hoped was the correct answer (he doesn’t taste a difference in either lemonade).
“Phew. I’m glad we see eye to eye. You earn three brownie points.” (Y/N) sighed in relief.
Shinso resisted the urge to smirk, instead keeping his gaze intensely focused on the road ahead of him so he doesn’t crack a smile. Shinso led (Y/N) down to his neighborhood before he stopped in front of his house, ending their question game.
“You going to be okay walking alone?” Shinso questioned, shoving his hands into his pants pockets.
“Worried about lil ol’ me?” (Y/N) teased. “Don’t worry! I have Karma. We can take anyone on!” (Y/N) beamed, raising her arms to show him her “muscles” (not like it did any good with her jacket blocking the nonexistent muscles).
Shinso looked at her hesitantly, seeming to have an internal struggle inside his head, before letting out a sigh as his shoulders drooped.
“Do you have a cellphone?” he questioned.
“Yep.” (Y/N) answered without second thought. “Why? Wanna get my number and ask me on a date?” she teased once more as she pulled her phone out from her backpack.
“You wish.” Shinso stared blankly, taking her phone once she unlocked it.
He typed his phone number in and added his contact name.
“Text me when you get home. Who knows what could happen, you might run into a villain.” Shinso spoke, handing (Y/N) her phone back.
She stared at him, shocked at the gesture and his words. He genuinely cared for her? A girl he was trying to get rid of just yesterday?
She felt her heart race as her face started to heat up. She let out a fake laugh in hopes of throwing Shinso off her sudden quietness and smiled.
“Okay, Shin. I’ll meet you here tomorrow and we’ll walk to school together, okay?” (Y/N) questioned.
Shinso nodded in agreement. The two exchanged a look at each other, nothing but silence before (Y/N) threw him another smile.
“Try not to miss me too much!” she spoke, waving at him as she walked down the street to head home.
Your heart. Karma suddenly spoke.
What about it? (Y/N) questioned.
It skipped a few beats earlier. Is your heart in danger or ill? Karma asked.
I don’t know what you’re talking about. (Y/N) said, acting clueless.
I felt it! There’s something wrong with it! Karma argued.
No. I was just surprised. (Y/N) excused. Forget about it and help us home so we can text Shinso and not leave him worrying.
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Shinso waited patiently in front of his apartment for (Y/N). He looked at the clouds before hearing her footsteps, turning to face her.
“Morning, Shin!” (Y/N) greeted.
“Morning.” Shinso returned, starting their walk to school together.
“How did you sleep?” (Y/N) questioned, making small talk to pass the time.
“I slept okay.” Shinso murmured.
I got three hours, that’s better than most nights. Shinso thought.
“That’s good. I slept…” (Y/N) paused, thinking of her answer. “Okay too.”
Eight hours is not enough for me, I don’t care what anyone says. (Y/N) thought, slightly irritated.
“Hey, did you eat breakfast?” (Y/N) questioned.
Now that he’s thinking about it, he didn’t. He doesn’t ever eat breakfast. His morning routine consists of sleeping and dressing, then heading out the door. The last time his parents cooked breakfast for him was when he was three (before they knew of his quirk).
“No.” Shinso admitted.
“We should get somethin’ from the vendors. It’s not good to learn on an empty stomach.” (Y/N) explained. “And this here is for lunch.” She spoke, gesturing to the lunches she made for them both. “Speaking of lunch. Here. Don’t try eating it now.”
Shinso accepted the bag and held it in his hand, carrying it for himself.
“What's inside?” he questioned.
“You got to found out at lunch.” (Y/N) smiled.
Normally Shinso wouldn’t entertain such ideas from others, but he doesn’t quite find himself caring too much about what was made, only that she made it herself (once again, putting time into caring for his well-being).
He decided to acknowledge this with a hum.
“Okay. What’s your music taste?” (Y/N) questioned.
Shinso stayed silent to think about what was most popular on his playlist. It was mostly just lofi-beats with mixing of slow depressing (or sometimes love) songs.
“Mostly lofi.” He admitted.
“Oooo, good genre! I like it too, but I like all music.” (Y/N) smiled.
“Impossible. Anyone that says they like all music has at least one genre they don’t like.” Shinso spoke.
“Try me.” She smiled confidently.
“Rap?”
“Have it.”
“Pop?”
“Yep.”
“Rock?”
“Rock on!"
“Hip-hop.”
“Yep-pers.”
“Spanish?”
“Sí.”
“Metal?”
“My favorite.”
“20’s?”
“Fancy it.”
Shinso paused, thinking.
“Japanese death metal?”
“You won’t believe it! Yeah!” (Y/N) smiled.
“Hm. I’m officially impressed.” Shinso admitted, his eyebrows raised slightly to show this.
“Aren’t I just the best? I’m so awesome.” (Y/N) giggled.
Shinso decided not to answer that, already deciding that she had too much of a ego.
“Okay. Now, favorite slushie flavor?” (Y/N) asked.
The questions went on as they shared their answers (Shinso even being able to throw in some questions like “what’s your favorite candy?” just some simple questions since [Y/N] seemed to like them).
They made it to school and changed their shoes, putting their lunches in their lockers. (Y/N) bought Shinso and her granola bars from the school vending machines for breakfast, then offered to walk Shinso to his class so the two could spend some more time together. He ended up agreeing as they both enjoyed the last few minutes together.
“Hey, what’s your class?” Shinso questioned, eating his granola bar.
“H-802, why?” (Y/N) asked.
Same class as Hiro and Yamada. Shinso thought. There’s no doubt she’s not subjected to some type of harassment from those two in class.
“Just so I know where you are.” Shinso spoke, then realized how creepy that sounded. “I mean like, so I know who your teacher is and all. Like, because I’m curious if we’re near each other? That way it’s easier to meet up and—“
“I understand, Shin. No worries.” (Y/N) giggled, enjoying the way he tried it needlessly defend himself over something so small.
He obviously is not good in social situations. (Y/N) thought warmly.
I thought that was obvious. Karma commented.
Shinso nodded, ignoring the fire growing on his face from his embarrassment.
“I’ll see you later, yeah?” (Y/N) smiled.
Shinso nodded once more, watching as (Y/N) walked away from him.
She’s not so bad. Shinso thought. It’s not as terrible as I thought it’d be to have her hanging out with me.
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The bell rang as Shinso stood up and walked out of class. He waited a few minutes for (Y/N) outside of his classroom before giving up.
Did she ditch me? he thought. She could’ve been wanting to be my friend as a prank or a bet.
A bad taste formed in his mouth as that last thought it. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time, but he liked that she actually made it seem like she wanted to get to know him better.
He took a deep breath to gather this thoughts and emotions before sighing.
Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t grow attached. He thought to himself.
He started to head off to his tree as he started walking down the hallway. He heard a familiar laughter and ducked into an empty classroom.
Hiro and Yamada were in the hallway, laughing to their hearts content with their little group.
“Should even up your other eye since you let her get that hit on you.” One of the boys, Jāo, laughed.
She? Are they talking about (Y/N)?
“Lucky shot. She swung wildly since I took her glasses off. Blinder than a bat.” Kishō chuckled. “Besides, I got her good with that punch? You see how much blood came pouring out of her mouth? Think she bit her tongue.”
“I hope so. Maybe bite it off so she’d keep that smart mouth of hers shut.” Hiro commented. “It was really getting boring so I’m glad she presented the opportunity.”
“I almost feel bad because of how easy it was.” Yamada laughed.
Of course it’d be easy. Five against two is no bragging right. Shinso thought, irritated.
“I don’t want to hear you talking. You got hit with a metal chair five times.” Hiro laughed.
“Like you can talk. She really tried stabbing you with a pair of scissors after I finally got the damn chair out of her hands. Would’ve got you too if I didn’t help you.” Yamada growled.
“Aw! We should’ve cut her hair too while we were at it! It’s about time for her to get a new look, it’s a waste of long hair with how she doesn’t style it.” Jāo exclaimed.
“We always have tomorrow. We can catch her during lunch while she’s sleeping and the teacher leaves. She’s bound to fall asleep in class again soon.” Hiro explained.
They’re going to corner her and plan more? As if what they did today wasn’t enough? Shinso thought as they passed the room he was in, their obnoxious voices still being heard loud and clear in his ears as they walked further down the hall.
“Teacher’s favorite. Seriously, how does she have good grades and sleep in class?” Yamada huffed. “Huh, maybe we can spread a rumor about her sleeping with the teacher? Yeah?”
Shinso heard enough. He stepped out of the classroom and made his way towards the group who had their backs turned.
“Where is she?” Shinso questioned, glaring at Hiro.
“Aw, damn it! He heard! He’s going to snitch.” Kishō exclaimed.
“Like I’d tell—“ Hiro’s eyes went white, falling under Shinso’s quirk.
“Where is (L/N)?” Shinso repeated.
“H-813.” Hiro relayed.
“Do you want to fight?!” Jaō challenged, walking up to Shinso.
Shinso broke Hiro’s hypnosis and looked at Jāo, readying his question. It’s best to take down Hiro first due to his quirk.
“Are you stupid?” Shinso insulted.
“Are yo—“ Jaō answered Shinso’s statement, succumbing to Shinso’s quirk just as Hiro did earlier.
“Punch Hiro.” Shinso commanded.
Jāo’s movements were swift. Before any boy in the group could protest, Hiro got knocked out coldly.
“Fight Yamada.” Shinso directed.
Jāo charged at Yamada while Yamada avoided the attacks, unsure what to do; fight his brainwashed friend or run? Jāo decided for him as he grabbed Yamada’s sleeve while he moved away, pulling Yamada back and slamming his head into the floor, pulling it up only to slam it back down again. He waited until he heard Yamada’s nose crack and his eyes roll back before Shinso let out of the reigns.
“Kishō, are you going to run?” Shinso questioned.
“Monster! You and your qu-“ Kishō fell into Shinso’s control all too easily just as everyone else did.
“Knock out Jāo.” Shinso commanded.
“You play dirty...” Jāo muttered, rubbing his knuckles from the punch he gave Hiro earlier.
Kishō kicked Jāo in between his legs, making Jāo fall to the ground quickly. He kicked Jāo’s head into the nearest wall and left him there. Kishō’s back was facing Shinso as he broke Kishō’s mind-control, then grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, giving him a good punch in the mouth to even it out for (Y/N) and her jaw.
Kishō got knocked out as Shinso looked around at the mess he made. Nobody was fatally injured or even severely, however he’s not sure he can say the same for (Y/N).
Room H-813 is what Hiro said. Shinso thought, walking down the hallway the boys came from and looked at the classroom signs.
He found the room and opened the door, finding (Y/N) and Karma both together. Karma held bandages while (Y/N) looked out the window. They both heard the door open, taking a few seconds to think to themselves.
Are they back for more? What the hell? (Y/N) thought.
This time I’m really going to beat them! Karma shouted. I'm going after the kid with the quirk-blocker first!
They noticed it was Shinso instead, observing the state of both of them. (Y/N)'s fists were red (no doubt going to be a deep purple tomorrow) along with the side of her jaw. Her glasses were tilted awkwardly on her face but luckily not broken. She had some scratch marks on her neck and wrists along with some bruising, but luckily she wasn’t in a bad state. Karma looked… like Karma. All pitch black with no harm done to her.
“Shinso?” (Y/N) spoke, confused and on guard. “Why aren’t you eating? Did you not like lunch? I’ll make something different for you tomorrow.”
“Are you okay? You’re not too hurt are you?” Shinso questioned, walking up to the two.
Karma moved away for Shinso to take over, more than glad that he would fill in her position as the caretaker/nurse.
“Oh, nah! I’m fine.” (Y/N) lie with a smile.
“Bullshit.” Shinso scoffed, making (Y/N) frown. “What happened? Why did they do it?”
“How do you know it was plural?” (Y/N) questioned.
“Saw Hiro and his buddies in the hallway. They were talking about what they did so I took care of them.” Shinso spoke.
“As in brainwash?!” Karma beamed.
“Yeah… I guess I did.” Shinso muttered, recalling Kishō calling him a monster.
“Shinso…” (Y/N) murmured. “Thank you. You didn’t have to defend me like that, especially since they could’ve made you one of their larger targets now.”
“I don’t care about that. What happens that made them get so violent with you?” Shinso questioned.
“Oh, you know. Wrong place wrong time.” (Y/N) sighed. “They have a knack for picking on me. Last time they actually hurt me like that must’ve been a month ago.”
“Why aren’t you doing anything about it? Tell a teacher or your parents.” Shinso questioned.
“It only creates a bigger target on my back. I’m disliked as it is since I’m a foreigner. Hateful adults are much worse than hateful kids. They know I’m getting bullied but they won’t bother doing anything about it because I’m American.” (Y/N) explained. “Besides, the school year is almost over. Middle school is starting soon so I figured I’d see them less.”
“From now on stick with me. I’ll walk you to class instead.” Shinso sighed.
“You don’t have to. You’ve already done enough.” (Y/N) explained.
“I don’t take no as in answer.” Shinso added on. “Do you want me to help you bandage up or do you have that down?”
“No offense, especially after everything you’ve done, but I feel more comfortable for Karma to help me.” (Y/N) admitted as Karma took Shinso’s spot from across (Y/N) and picked up the bandages and alcohol packets.
(Y/N) kept quiet, staring at Karma as they seemed to share a silent telepathic moment, before (Y/N) sighed.
“You know, when they cornered me, I was downright terrified they’d do much more than beat me up.” (Y/N) admitted. “I’m glad they just beat me up. I heard Japan has more intense bullying, so I was afraid it be more than a few punches.”
“Mm… I guess that does happen in Japan more than America.” Shinso hummed.
“Doesn’t help that she has a fear of guys.” Karma teased, aiming to humiliate (Y/N).
“Shut up.” (Y/N) hissed as Karma wiped blood off (Y/N)'s busted lip.
Shinso blinked in surprise, obviously not expecting that. He would’ve never guessed, not with how forward she is towards him.
“Yeah, shocker.” (Y/N) huffed, noticing Shinso’s reaction. “Had it instilled in me growing up from my dad’s teachings. It just got worse over the years because of some incidents.” (Y/N) explained.
“I’m sorry.” Shinso muttered. “Do you… want me to leave?” he questioned, realizing the position they’re in.
She did get beaten up by a group of guys just earlier, and now she’s alone and weak with another guy who she just met three days ago. Shinso understands if she'd rather not be around him right now.
“I don’t care.” She spoke all too quickly, before feeling bad at her snapping at him when he was only looking to make her comfortable. “I mean… you can stay. You don’t bother me as much as other guys. You’re…” she paused. “Just different I guess. More comforting…” she paused, allowing Shinso to gain his thoughts.
His heartbeat spiked a little, a blush growing on his face at her confession.
“…Is that weird?” she sighed.
“Very.” Karma jumped in quickly.
“No. I don’t think so.” Shinso admitted.
Karma looked at the two of them staring at each other, sensing a type of chemistry between the two.
“Blegh! Let me leave the room before you two take off each other’s clothes and fuck.” Karma commented vulgarly.
“Karma!” (Y/N) exclaimed, a fire growing on her face as Shinso adverted his eyes. “We’re ten!”
“Pre-teen pregnancy exists.” Karma spoke carelessly, shrugging her shoulders.
“Do you want to go back?” (Y/N) threatened.
“So you can continue without me?” Karma teased.
(Y/N) shot Karma a glare while Shinso decided not to intervene in their little bicker.
"I'm sorry. She has a mind of her own." (Y/N) sighed.
"Or not! Maybe my mind is the dark inner thoughts of you, (Y/N). Think about it." Karma spoke.
If she had a face, she'd be grinning wolfishly. (Y/N)'s surprised Karma didn't grow horns to help back up her theory.
Are you trying to make him leave us? Just when we’ve gained some form of rapport? (Y/N) questioned.
Being nice is so boring though. Besides, if you’re going to be friends with him, he’s going to have to get used to me. Karma explained.
Not even I can get used to you and it’s been four years now with you. (Y/N) huffed.
(Y/N) and Karma glared at each other, telepathically communicating and leaving Shinso out of the conversation as Karma mindlessly applied cream to (Y/N)'s bruises on her arms. They broke out of their connection and Karma turned to Shinso, excited for what she’s about to say.
“Come and get an eyeful while you can, lover boy. I gotta tend to her wounds under her shirt.” Karma teased.
“Knock it off!” (Y/N) huffed, slapping Karma on her arm.
Shinso immediately turned around to advert his eyes.
“Thanks, but no.” He sighed, ignoring the blush on his face or the stammer of his heart.
“Your loss.” Karma sighed.
“Aw, thank you.” (Y/N) said, teasing Karma.
“I didn’t mean it in that sense.” Karma huffed.
Karma tended to the bruises on her stomach and rib-cage, giving extra hard pokes to see (Y/N) squirm and cuss her out, keeping the air lively and care-free.
“Shin, do you think you’d get in trouble with the school for messing with Hiro and them?” (Y/N) questioned.
“If anything, they should be the ones getting in trouble. I just settled the score.” Shinso spoke smoothly, watching the two interact together since Karma no longer had (Y/N)'s shirt up and had started working on her legs.
“They won’t do much, lucky to even get detention for a day.” (Y/N) sighed.
Shinso looked away, thinking of what to say before speaking up.
“I think it’s messed up how they treat you. The kids and adults.” Shinso voiced. “You shouldn’t be treated like that all because you’re a foreigner.”
(Y/N) smiled, her heart racing a bit as she looked at him.
“Thank you. Some people need to be more like you.” (Y/N) spoke.
“There’s a janitors closet down the hall if you both plan on—“
“Shut it, Karma.” (Y/N) growled, angry at Karma for ruining the bittersweet moments.
Hey, moments like these could help him lower his guard with us so could you learn how to shut your mouth and read the room? (Y/N) huffed.
Oh, I’m reading it already. I’m reading that the room’s gonna have foggy windows because he’s gonna pin you and have hot—
I HOPE YOU DIE! (Y/N) screamed, embarrassed.
You’d be useless without me. Karma pointed out.
(Y/N) gave Karma another glare as Karma finished caring for (Y/N). Just as she did, the bell rang, signaling lunch ended.
“Oh, I’m sorry you couldn’t eat lunch today, Shin.” (Y/N) spoke, faking her tone to sound guilty.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll eat it when I get home.” Shinso spoke.
Can’t let it go to waste. He thought.
Karma decided to return to (Y/N)'s body. She touched (Y/N)'s back where her clothes opened, a large gash forming before Karma crawled in, then the gash healed.
“Woah…” Shinso thought, amazed and a bit freaked out.
“Much more calmer than how I first reacted when she did that.” (Y/N) laughed.
Shinso shared a smile with her before opening the door, allowing her to walk past him to head to their classes. Shinso insisted very strongly on walking her back to class. He also insisted strongly for him to stay and wait for the group of bullies to show up, at least wait until the teacher returned to the classroom.
“Shin, you’ll be late to class.” (Y/N) reasoned, an embarrassed blush dusting her face as others looked at the odd pairing.
“I don’t care.” Shinso stated plainly.
The bell rang and a few minutes later, the teacher came in. Shinso took it as his cue to leave.
“I’ll meet you here, okay?” Shinso spoke, giving her a “don’t go nowhere else” look.
(Y/N) nodded, a soft blush creeping up on her face due to being so compliant for Shinso. Even if it was just a simple request of his, it felt weird for her to actually decide to listen and do to what he wanted from her.
Your heart is beating fast again. Karma pointed out. These clothes feel too uncomfortable all of a sudden. It’s too hot, take the damn clothes off.
As if! (Y/N) huffed.
She watched Shinso leave before looking around, seeing that Hiro and Yamada never went to class.
Serves them right. (Y/N) thought.
She briefly wondered if she should let Karma go and follow Shinso in case the bullies were planning on attacking Shinso, but she remembered that he was more than capable of kicking their asses (a statement he proved himself).
The teacher started teaching this hour’s new subject, math, a subject that is lucky enough to be called hated and not something more vulgar. It wasn’t even twenty minutes before (Y/N) found her face squished into her arms and hiding her eyes from the schools fluorescent lights.
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Shinso packed his belongings and walked out of the classroom and into (Y/N)'s class, finding her face-down on the desk sleeping.
How long has she been out like this? Shinso thought, noticing the uncomfortable position her back was in.
“Hey, wake up.” Shinso spoke, taking (Y/N)'s pencil who suffered dereliction for who knows how long, and poked her face repeatedly until she woke up.
She opened her eyes groggily and wiped the drool off her mouth, looking up to see who awoken her.
“Hi, Shinso…” (Y/N) muttered, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes.
She yawned, then flinched at the pain that spread in her jaw, before remembering today’s events and how she got punched there.
“You okay?” Shinso questioned, noticing her flinch of pain as he dropped (Y/N)'s pencil back down onto her desk.
“Yeah.” (Y/N) reassured. “Let’s go home. I wanna go to bed.” (Y/N) spoke, gathering her supplies.
Shinso helped (Y/N) pack up. (Y/N) stood up and groaned.
“Ah, my back…” she complained, letting out a long stretch.
Shinso smiled as he handed (Y/N) her backpack. Shinso took the lead of their walk, heading to the courtyard before (Y/N) stopped him, tugging on the back of his backpack to gain his attention but respect his physical bubble.
“Let’s go the back way. Hiro and his gang might be mad at what you did and try to corner you in the courtyard.” (Y/N) explained. “I’ve had my fair share of fighting today.”
Shinso nodded, changing their direction to the back of the school. They walked back the school garden and made it to the gate, climbing the fence and jumping over it, landing on their feet.
(Y/N) continued her games of questions like nothing serious at school happened today. She was a little hesitant to go back home and face her dad’s wrath, but she decided she’ll hide her injuries and go right to sleep when she gets home. She’ll avoid him to the best of her abilities until at least her busted lip heals up (it shouldn’t be too much of a probably considering he’s a Pro Hero and is gone fairly often).
Shinso walked past his apartment to accompany (Y/N) home. They stopped in front of her apartment and (Y/N) smiled.
“Thank you for bringing me home today, and for beating up those bullies. Again, you didn’t have to, but I greatly appreciate you looking out for me.” (Y/N) smiled.
“Hey, we’re friends, right? Any good friend would’ve done it.” Shinso shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets and smiling.
(Y/N) wouldn't, she knew that much—at least not before today. But because he risked lowering his social image even further, she supposes she can even out their score one day.
“Thank you, Shinso. I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good day.” (Y/N) beamed, waking up to her door and opening it, waving at Shinso before closing it.
She said my full name, not just the nickname. Shinso thought.
He wasn’t quite sure what made his heart feel more fuzzy—her using that nickname for the first time, or her saying his last name for the first time. Whatever it was, he wasn’t sure if he liked the effect she had on his heart whenever she did something that caught him off-guard.
Shinso headed back home, looking forward to what (Y/N) packed for his lunch today (that will be his dinner tonight). Ever since Shinso discovered his quirk, he’s been nothing short of a disappointment to his parents, barely even a son. Ever since then, Shinso takes care of his meals and chores, but you can’t quite replace physical affection on your own.
Maybe one day. Shinso thought, finding himself entertaining the idea of actually being someone’s lover.
It’s funny to think that it wasn’t so far away, especially with (Y/N)'s morbid curiosity slowly morphing into obsessive infatuation. Why else would she ask so many questions about him other than to perfect her persona for him and only him? Asking questions is a good way of seeing if he’s the right person to be her friend (and later down the road, possible lover).
She is a sucker for a good friends to lover trope.
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Karma noticed (Y/N)'s growing enamor with Shinso rather quickly. When you live in a person’s body and have access to a certain part of their thoughts they share with you, you start to see red flags. By living inside of (Y/N)'s body so long, Karma knows (Y/N)'s normal heart rate, how many breaths she takes, how many blinks a minute, how many thoughts conjugate.
She started noticing how her heart sped up at times when Shinso laughed, smiled, even just seeing him wait for her in the morning or waking her up in class. By the lingering stares (Y/N) gave or the piling thoughts of “what Shinso could be doing, who he’s with, what he’s thinking about, if he’s safe”, it’s extremely safe to say that (Y/N) had a big fat crush on Shinso.
Karma never said anything about it because (Y/N) never did anything about it. (Y/N) never went to extreme lengths, just some mild following around to “make sure he was safe” she’d say. When the second summer came in and (Y/N) requested that Karma would break into the school and change the classroom rosters so (Y/N) could be in the same class as Shinso, Karma confronted her about it.
She was tired of (Y/N)'s constant rants in her head about Shinso. How she tried to justify it by saying “every friend worried for their friend’s safety!” She was sick of having to watch this pathetic “love” story with no form of development. You’d get bored too if you watched the same character pine over the love interest with the main character doing absolutely nothing to make the love interest notice them in that way for years, would you?
“I know you love him.” Karma spoke.
“Huh? What do you mean?” (Y/N) questioned. “He’s my friend. I’m looking out for his safety.”
“Why bother? It’s just a waste of time.” Karma sighed. “He’s proven to take care of himself.”
"Because—" (Y/N) paused, thinking of what to say.
Why does she do this? She’s never done this for any other “friend” she’s had growing up. Now that she has Shinso, she doesn’t seek for any other friendship or even alliance with anyone else. She doesn’t bother knocking on their door right when she wakes up and declares to go into town and hang out with them today. She doesn’t bother making sure anyone else has been fed or insisting they need her assistance with placing a bandage on their skinned knee. She doesn’t bother buying them their favorite candy when she sees it or make sure their lunches are nutritious and healthy while sticking to all his likes.
“Huh…” (Y/N) muttered. “Karma… what’s wrong with me?”
“Your in love, obviously.” Karma snickered. “Has it really taken you two years to realize this? Sheesh. You fell pretty hard too.”
“L-love? Love?!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Oh, no. No, no, no! I can’t be in love. Anything but that!” she exclaimed, tears gathering in her eyes.
“What’s the big deal?” Karma questioned, starting to become genuinely concerned when she saw the tears threatening to fall from (Y/N)'s face.
“I-I can’t! He’s a guy! A boy! They’re bad! All of them! They only want your body and they tear your heart out after they’re done using you. Right? Right?!” (Y/N) spoke, grabbing fistfuls of her hair as she relayed her father’s words and past experiences.
Boys are nothing short of terrible, even calling them that is generous enough. They corner you alone in groups when they know you can’t fight back. They spur each other on with competitive bets on who can get into which girl’s pants fastest. They play with your heart and swear they’re only yours and no-one else’s. They talk behind your back. They go after your so-called “best friend” and leave you alone to pick up the love you so carelessly threw at them. They take advantage of you when you’re most vulnerable, pressure you until you give consent you don’t mean, just so that they can finally leave you alone. They take your pride, confidence, love, and respect for yourself and rip it up in front of your face as if it was a small piece of paper.
A nauseous feeling overcame (Y/N), her stomach twisting as her heart sped up. She ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet while Karma chased her down, holding (Y/N)'s long hair she decided on growing out. Their emotions were both unstable at the moment, either one of them could snap depending on what could be said next. Since they're both separated from each other, it makes it harder to control emotions when part of your amygdala is being shared with another host.
When she finished throwing up, she wiped he mouth with toilet paper and looked at Karma with tears.
“I can’t be in love. Anything but that.” She whimpered, her emotions anything but stable due to Karma running around outside of her body.
She was the one that’s got cornered alone in groups. She was the one they placed bets on. She was the one left once she proved to no longer be fun or refuse to give what they want. She was the one who’d they follow down the street for blocks until she had to lose them in alley-ways. She was the one got left for her best-friend. She was the one whose been tried to be pressured into situations she didn’t like, then they leave because she stood her ground and wanted her boundaries to (can you believe this?) actually respected. She was the one that had her pride, confidence, love, and respect for herself ripped up in front of her face, leaving her to clean up the mess she caused.
She knew it, Karma knew it. Humans were disgusting—but boys were absolutely revolting.
It wasn’t just her that’s been broken by love, she watched the same thing happen to the man she respected and wished to be; her father. Her mother left her with a broken family, angered at their naiveness. (Y/N) saw all the signs of her mother falling in love all over again. She saw her mother start dressing herself up in makeup and buying lingerie. She saw her mother heading out late at night and not getting back until morning, until it shifted to days. She stayed up late at night worrying for her mother’s safety, who she could be with, crying at the possibility that her suspicion was right. Finding bras in mother’s car and multiple text messages from a contact.
Oh how it took a toll on her father. How it made him hate the world—an already distrusting man who has seen far too much to handle—even more than what was thought possible. How it made him absolutely loathe the word "love". How it made him voice his anger out on his daughter, how “all woman are the same. Unfaithful. Dishonest. Dirty whores. Money-crazed maniacs who want a man that’ll treat them like shit. Who wouldn’t give a damn if you died tomorrow.”
To see a man get broken so easily by the oh so heart-throbbing and eye-opening experience called “love”, demented her mind further and into darker places.
When those times became too much, she cried in Shinso’s room. She vented her frustrations out, her theories and her fears until she was red-eyed with tears and snot streaming down her face. She cried and sobbed until feeling like passing out and forcing Karma to carry her home to bed because God knows she would never sleep alone in a room with a boy, even if it was Shinso. And especially, never, ever let him touch her.
Only she was allowed to give him the rare hug to seek comfort she desperately needed, just as long as he didn’t wrap his arms around her back and trap her to where she couldn’t escape his grasp.
Shinso understood this greatly and never once tried to push her boundaries. He was fine with having her grab his backpack or his sleeve to keep him close to her so they didn’t get lost in crowds, just as long as he didn’t have to put that sort of silent devotion and declaration of sticky besotted affection.
Shinso was fine silently forcing space away from her and other men so that she didn’t feel uncomfortable or scared with the closeness between them, especially if there wasn’t much people around. He was fine with her keeping her distance from him when they were hanging out in their room, the window open as an escape-route and the door cracked open for easy access in case she had to scream for help. He was fine with her avoidance of dresses and skirts, ponytail’s and makeup, all to erase the unwanted desire of need from him and other men, to prevent herself from being defiled by their hands and mouths and worse.
He never felt any sort of offense to have her believe such things of him. He understood other girls thought that a boy would never take advantage of them, only for it to actually happen.
Karma stared at her other half, utterly confused on how to cheer her up on such a matter.
“Oi, it’s not like it’ll be the end of the world, idiot.” Karma hissed, roughly shoving her finger into (Y/N)'s cheek. “After all, you don’t gotta say shit to him, just make him love you back.”
“I can’t do that.” (Y/N) retorted. “What if he… I don’t know cheats or something dumb. What if he finds someone better? Aw shit, there’s way more prettier guys and girls than me. What if he finds someone that makes him laugh harder than I can? Wha-“
Another wave of vomit hit her as she redirected her attention to the toilet and vomited.
“You’re acting as if he actually has a chance with other girls.” Karma huffed. “Who else does he hang out with other than you. You’re literally his only option, we’ll make sure of that, won’t we?" Karma’s imaginary grin widen as she chuckled.
“What are you getting at...?” (Y/N) muttered, tired from all the confusing thoughts and feelings.
“Let’s kidnap him. Make sure no-one else can have him.” Karma spoke, leaning into (Y/N)'s face.
“Are you serious? We’d be the top subject other than his parents.” (Y/N) snarled.
“So that’s what’s stopping you? You’d do it if there were no consequences?” Karma beamed.
“N-no. Just—Karma, no! We have to be good.” (Y/N) sighed.
“Let’s move away, take lover boy with us. We’re both not serious about this little hero dream.” Karma explained.
“Hey, I’m serious about this.” (Y/N) huffed.
“Yeah, you’re fooling me.” Karma spoke sarcastically. “Be real, the only reason you’re still here is to be around lover boy. You couldn’t care less if your dad got mad at you for giving up, you just want the boy.”
“That’s not true.” (Y/N) gruffed.
“Only reason you stuck to the dream is so you can go to the same high school as that boy. Keep all the other girls away. I’ve seen the glares you’ve given the girls, the amount of times I had to trip guys for talking to lover boy and the amount of hair spray I had to light on fire for you in the girl's locker room. All for lover boy.” Karma spoke.
“Let’s not jump to such accus—“ (Y/N) spoke, but was cut off by Karma’s manipulative tangent.
“After all we’ve done, we’re just trying to protect lover boy from the world. We know how dangerous it is. Experienced it ourselves. Taking Hitoshi away would prevent him from ever getting hurt. We've done so much for him, the very least he can do it love you.” Karma spoke, adding Shinso’s first name just to try and deepen her words blows (it just hit (Y/N)'s already unstable nerve instead).
“I said no, Karma.” (Y/N) stated firmly. “I’m not going to use Hitoshi like that. I’m not going to stop him from his dreams.”
“(Y/N), do you really believe you’re in that dream?” Karma questioned, her voice all-to-serious compared to her sing-song teasing earlier.
(Y/N) looked at Karma with a glare. They both refused to share each other’s brain section of thoughts, preventing each other from knowing what the other was thinking.
“He’ll leave us. He’ll leave you. What makes you think he’d want us to stick around? We can take him, you can make him fall for you. He’ll be all yours. He’ll be safe and sound. He wouldn’t ever be able to leave you then.”Karma pushed on.
“No. That’s final, Karma.” (Y/N) spoke, heading to walking out the room. “This is the final year you’ll change my class into Hitoshi’s roster. After that, we’ll be in separate classes so we both can get what we want.”
(Y/N) agreed that Karma can join the hero’s department where they fight villains while (Y/N) evacuates civilians and tends to injured people once everyone was out of harms way. That way, Karma can kick people’s ass legally, and (Y/N) can watch from the sidelines, gaining information from the hero world, pleasing her father’s expectations, and watching over Hitoshi.
“I tried to tell you…” Karma sighed, disappointed she failed her mission.
“You mean it though?” (Y/N) questioned.
“There’s many things I mean and don’t. You’ll have to be more specific.” Karma explained.
“I mean, you’ll really make sure that he’ll fall for me? You’ll help me?” (Y/N) questioned.
“Oh, I meant that.” Karma spoke, her imaginary horns growing.
“Why help? You don’t have romantic feelings.” (Y/N) gruffed.
“Gives me something to do. I like spreading chaos. Besides, I think it’d be fun using him.” Karma beamed.
“I don’t want to use him. I want to keep him. I want him to fall in love with me.” (Y/N) stated firmly, her fists shaking. "He can only be mine. No other girls."
“And he will. You’re the expert with manipulation and all, just tell me what I have to do and I’ll do it.” Karma smiled.
“As if. You’re the one manipulating me into this.” (Y/N) huffed.
“I only learned from the best.” Karma shot back teasingly.
This is the childhood of Hitoshi and reader! We're going to get into high school in the next chapter (that should be released tomorrow). The next chapter will have more scenes of Hitoshi and reader, along with more toxicity and manipulation with reader and Karma.
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"Just When Was Grell Sutcliff Alive?" Part 1: Establishing a Timeline
So as many of you know, I recently got into Black Butler (I know, about 17 years too late), and I'm almost caught up.
However, I want to talk about how I'm still thinking about Vol 29 and some of the lore dropping Othello does at the beginning there.
Namely I'm fixated on possibly having a timeline for Grell's human life and death.
This wasn't intended to be a proper meta. It's been too long since I've written one, and there's probably important stuff I'm forgetting or don't know. But I wanted to write all of this down to get it out on the page, for posterity. Then it accidentally became a meta. Oops.
Mild BB spoilers up to Vol 29, and heads up for some discussion of historical homophobia, transphobia, and state violence at the end. As well as a canon-typical suicide mention.
I use she/her pronouns for Grell, but broadly interpret her as queer and transfeminine given the complexity of talking about identity in the time periods I'll be referencing (I use "queer" as a reclaimed, academic, blanket term).
I'm also largely taking a Watsonian approach (Grell's experiences from her perspective), although a Doylist approach to Grell (as in relating to the author's intent and cultural context rather than the character's) is also really interesting one, but feels like more well trodden territory.
With that out of the way, let's begin.
The info we have
So. Something really interesting happened in Vol 29. We got a lot of great Undertaker backstory, but Othello said something relating to Grell that made me eyes emoji.
"Weren't you around 70 years ago?"
So, she never replies to this. But it seems highly plausible this means Grell was not a reaper 70 years before the current date in the manga.
We don't quite know what the lag time is between someone dying and becoming a reaper, but I'm taking this to mean she had not died yet, as I assume she would have remembered an event like the one Othello describes. I believe this is the implication.
Now, I am making some assumptions:
- To clarify, I know this is all guesswork. I'm just having fun with different possibilities.
- Like I said, we don't know what the lag time is between someone dying and becoming a reaper (as in, the new state of being, not the job), and we don't know how long it takes to go from trainee to collections to senior.
- That Grell was around 25 when she died. It's hard to tell anime character ages from 20-40 at a glance, but her design seems similar to me to characters that are in their 20s in other series. She could be older or younger, but I'm using that in lieu of a better option. It's not precise, but it'll get us in the ballpark anyway
- Black Butler has a lot of anachronisms. However, Toboso is known to research things heavily and her changes are typically very purposeful (the purpose is usually "Rule of cool" and that's why we stan). I'm assuming historical events happening in BB to mirror the real world except where indicated otherwise.
- I'm also assuming she's English. The names Grell and Grelle are both German in origin, but there are a lot of Germanic names in English and Sutcliff as a surname originated in Yorkshire. This is only based on a quick Google search--I could do more later, but this seems in line with Grell not being presented as "foreign" to England in any way in the series making her stand out in the same way her flamboyance or flirtation with men does.
Establishing a range
The series takes place in 1888 and 1889. 70 years ago would put Undertaker's defection at 1818. If what Othello says is true, this means Grell became a reaper sometime after that date.
Let's establish the outlier possibilities first (again, assuming a pretty rapid transition from human death to becoming a reaper).
The earliest possible date Grell could have become a reaper: sometime in the following year, around 1819. This would put her birth at around 1794, and her death that year in 1819. This feels unlikely because it seems like she would have been exposed to people talking about Undertaker defecting since it was such a catastrophe, but who knows.
The latest possible date Grell could have become a reaper is 1887, which would place her birth at around 1862. This is massively improbable to the point of being impossible since she's a senior in collections and I assume that didn't happen in a year, but again, it's important for establishing a range.
Basically, tldr, according to this framework, Grell became a reaper sometime between 1819 and 1887, which puts her human life (and death) in that timeframe as well. This would place her in the Georgian-Victorian eras, or possibly even the 8 year Regency period.
Will the Reaper OVA
I've only talked about the manga so far since the 1st anime canon is wildly divergent in a number of ways, but if we include the Will the Reaper OVA, this would push things towards the earlier end of that timeline.
I don't know much about the history of fashion (especially not middle and lower class dress), but it seems distinctly late 1700s/maybe early 1800s to me. Which if I'm reading right, would actually push Grell becoming a reaper back as far as the 1790s or 1810s, and would dispute the 1819 date implied by Vol 29.
IF ANYONE KNOWS MORE ABOUT THE FASHION REFERENCES HERE, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO TELL ME. I WANT TO KNOW.
(Baby....Grell...furious and stark raving mad recently dead stray cat making it everyone's problem. I'm fine)
This is subverted a little bit by the reaper outfits appearing more like Victorian businesswear, but Reapers always seem to be a few decades ahead of the world in terms of fashion and technology.
My personal assessment is that the fashion in this is to make it immediately, visually clear that the OVA takes place in the Georgian rather than Victorian period, however that forces me to break my largely Watsonian approach for a Doylist one ("the animators perhaps decided it was necessary to show that time had passed since the events of the OVA"), but considering it came out so long before the lore drop in Vol 29, who knows.
I'm not inclined to take it as gospel truth for the manga canon, but considering Toboso did collaborate on that one, I think it at least worth talking about and considering as supplemental information.
I personally take this to support (but not solely uphold) the idea that "Grell became a reaper sometime during the Georgian period (1713-1837)", but again, grain of salt.
What would it mean for Grell to be a queer person in England in the 1700s and 1800s?
As far as I'm aware, we don't know anything about what Grell's life might have been like before becoming a reaper. Unless I'm missing something, that's a black box until Toboso reveals more.
But establishing this timeline gives us a great opportunity to consider the circumstances she would have lived under.
Understand that I'm not speaking in absolutes here, more "here are some interesting things I like to think about when considering why this character might be the way she is". I'm also not saying Toboso intended any of this to be read into Grell, but as readers I believe it's reasonable to assume Grell may have encountered these events or they might have impacted her unless stated otherwise.
A brief list of things Grell would have been living under or around or could have been aware of. I want to do a part 2 talking about how these things might relate to someone like Grell, as well as talking about other major historical events not directly related to queer people (like, you know, the Napoleonic Wars), but this post is already feeling long enough:
- The Buggery Act and the Offenses Against the Person Act, which made a variety of sexual acts punishable by death, including acts like anal sex. These laws were used to persecute people, usually queer men (although people who would today be called trans women and nonbinary people were also certainly prosecuted as well*), particularly in the 1700s and 1800s. I believe as of 1862 it was no longer punishable by death, but people still lived in fear of prison and hard labor (Oscar Wilde going to prison in 1895 being a famous later example). Here's an article about the men killed under the Buggery Act.
*Trans men were not exempt from this, even if the specific legal and social threat was likely different. If memory serves, Dr. James Barry was jeopardized by rumors that he may have been Too Close to one of his cis male friends.
- Molly houses. Generally considered places in the 1700s and 1800s where queer men gathered to socialize and find sexual partners. There was a lot of gender divergence in these spaces, and it's widely believed they were frequented by people who, again, today, could have a variety of gender identities. This article about molly houses and gender is really interesting. This article specifically talks about one in Whitechapel.
- The Chevalier d'Eon. This one is just really interesting. While the Chevalier d'Eon was likely one of the first examples of legally recognized gender transition, this person was very famous and wealthy and the circumstances are buckwild. This video is highly watchable and informative.
Grell
As a queer person and someone who likes history (I don't have any specific training, I just like learning about it), I already think a lot about what it must have been like to live during this specific time period, and Grell slots into that pretty well as a character to fixate on, since she dovetails with the other existing hyperfixation.
By extension, I like using this information to think about what Grell's human life might have been like, and how those experiences could be aligned to explain a lot of her behavior, and seems especially poignant to me in light of all reapers having been people who committed suicide, another recent lore reveal in the manga.
Maybe she lived closeted and lived in fear of discovery. Maybe she wasn't afraid! Maybe she was impulsive and endangered herself and others! Maybe she got blackmailed. What if she experienced her first taste of femininity at a molly house? Does she only go after men who reject her because she lived during a time where her affections being returned was intensely dangerous? Did she care about anyone? Is anyone she knew still alive?
Thank you so much to everyone who read to the end! If I'm able to rally, I do want there to be a part 2 to this going more into detail about how it makes sense to me that these homophobic and transphobic societal pressures could have created a character like Grell.
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-— dating robin buckley.
info | robin buckley x fem!reader. headcanons. good ol fluff, mild swearing, platonic steve x reader, a little tipsy!reader. wc: 1k.
a/n uhmmm i don’t know how good my characterization of robin is but here’s a little something with her because i love her a lot <33 !! robin supremacy
for some backstory, you were one of steve’s friends. one of the only ones that wasn’t a child, as robin so kindly put it, and you always visited him at his workplaces, from scoops ahoy to family video
she’d found you mesmerizing the second you met, but it took her a while to even try to talk to you. to her surprise, you were a very easy person to talk to; she could tell you anything and you’d always have a comeback
she didn’t tell steve about her little crush on you right away, but he could see how she looked at you, and it was obvious so when she decided to tell him, it was just like
“hey i kinda like y/n”
“yeah i know”
he’d then proceed to tell her how she looked at you with clearly lovesick eyes and how she always seemed to follow wherever you went
from your perspective it looked normal. girl friends are just affectionate like that, right? it wasn’t much of a big deal
until it became one
you started to wonder if you liked robin the way you liked boys, though brushing it off as friendly, totally platonic affection since you thought it wouldn’t be possible to like robin like that
surprise! you were wrong
sometimes you’d catch yourself looking at her for a second too long, or getting lost in the sound of her voice, and the feeling was only getting harder to ignore
you knew you couldn’t tell robin just yet, because you didn’t even know if she liked you, or if she even liked girls at all, so you decide to talk to steve instead
“i don’t entirely know if this is like, possible, but i think i have a crush on robin.” you tell him, softly, in a whisper, afraid that anyone else would hear, even though it was the middle of the night and you two were in his car.
his eyes widen a little, nothing you could notice, because of how dark it was in his vehicle. “holy shit, you should tell her.”
“what if she doesn’t like girls? i’m gonna ruin everything.”
“you should still let her know.”
steve knew she did, but he felt that it wasn’t his secret to share. and it should be special, for the two of you.
“yeah. okay.”
and so you come up with a plan. it takes a few weeks; well, the plan took just a few hours – but having to gather up the courage? that was a little harder. actually, maybe one drink could help
you’d catch her on a break, the light smell of liquid courage on your lips. you weren’t drunk, no, just tipsy enough to calm your nerves
the words take a while to leave your mouth but they get there, and when they do? the corners of robin’s curl up into a huge grin – a relieved laugh unable to contain itself
“you– you’re sure? totally sure?” she asks, both your hands held tightly by hers. she holds eye contact with you, and you could feel yourself sobering up a bit already.
“mmm, pretty sure,”
robin smiles so widely her face starts to hurt. her eyes looked so glossy, and she felt like she could just cry. she never really had much luck with love, but with you, she’d clearly won the lottery.
“holy fuck– uhm, okay, can i, uh– can i kiss you, right now?” she asks, her voice shaking with excitement. you nod.
and she kisses you, eagerly, her lips still curled into a smile as she puts her arms around your neck. it’s a fleeting kiss, it ends quickly, but you pull her in for another one. the moment you pull away, the both of you are panting and laughing.
“you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to do that.”
i feel like she’d be a very affectionate lover!! like she’d always love to be by your side and holding your hand or something, she just loves being able to hold you
she knows your relationship isn’t one that would be widely accepted, and that you two need to keep it a secret, but she still shows some form of pda, like keeping her hand on your back
she’s definitely a words of affirmation type of person too, constantly telling you how beautiful you look
she loves receiving compliments back as well!! you’re one of the only people whose opinion she truly cares about. being told she’s loved?? by you?? you’re gonna make her cry fr
i think robin would be the type to have trouble falling asleep so sometimes you’d just stay up talking to each other
“did you know that wombats shit in cubes?”
“you’re kidding”
“no, they do!”
“that’s fucking insane”
“right??”
sometimes she feels bad for talking so much. she feels like she’s constantly making things about her when all she wants to do is to be with you and admire you, so you reassure her that you love listening to her
she’s so so so interested in your hobbies and the things you do in your free time!
if you draw, she’d love to watch you do it and listen to you talk about your creative process. she thinks it’s amazing, what you can do with just a pencil, and even asks if you could draw her with you
and if maybe you could bake or cook, she’s right there by your side, handing you ingredients and whatnot, like your own assistant
and sometimes you two just lay in bed and listen to music, she’s satisfied with that already
you say i love you to each other a lot as it is, but there are certain moments where it feels more— for lack of a better word— real. times that just feel right, like every piece of the puzzle has been put in place
and those moments are when she’s holding you in her arms, half asleep, with the tv playing on low volume in the background. it’s when the rest of the world is silent and it’s just the two of you. it’s barely even a whisper, more of an action, really— it’s how she pulls you closer to her and wraps the blanket around the both of you just a little tigher, and it’s the soft kiss she plants on your forehead that night.
#yay more st content!! i swear i’m getting to the tua requests i js had to put this out here.#i love robin with my whole heart#stranger things x reader#robin buckley x reader#stranger things#robin buckley#robin buckley x female reader#robin buckley imagine#robin buckley headcanons#stranger things oneshot
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Alright, you all voted (in spite of my prediction) and so I am more than happy to deliver!
Adrien MTS
His character notes are organized into four categories:
1. General info
2. Personality
3. Key relationships
4. Planned character growth
(This post may be a bit long, so the rest is under the cut)
1. General Info
I‘ll start with the biggest overall changes:
Adrien now has an equal importance to the story as Marinette (they are both the main protags of the show). This is because MTS has certain relevant plot lines that wouldn’t work with Marinette as the POV character. For example, the Agreste family backstory heavily impacts him and his life, so making Marinette the focus doesn’t work. This change was also made because duality and balance are major thematic motifs in the show, and having two MCs was one of the best ways we could implement this idea. (Also he’s just a fun character to write plots around!) On average he and Marinette would get equal screen time, but it fluctuates depending on the particular story (ex: he has a slightly smaller role in season 2 since he has less of a connection to Lila, a major antagonist in that season).
We are also not using the SentiAdrien plotline. This is due to it not being confirmed as canon at the time we began conceptualizing MTS, so we didn’t include it. And now the story doesn’t have room for it and all all the other aspects of the series that are more integral.
2. Personality
Adrien, while still trying to be nice to most of the people he meets, is a lot less mild mannered than his OG counterpart. A bit like the OG show’s S1 Adrien, only slightly more chaotic. He’s generally cheerful, enjoys making jokes (mainly as CN) and trying new things, and affectionate with his loved ones. Freedom is very important to Adrien, and he’ll often go to great lengths to try to hold on to it. Sometimes Chat Noir tries to put on a bit of a “tough guy persona”, but often melts at the first compliment or gesture from his partner.
Adrien does have the tendency to be very assertive and a tad brash (especially in the first season) because he worries that any sign of weakness will cause others to want to make decisions for him to “protect him”. Similarly, he hates being put on a pedestal, especially when it causes others to dismiss any part of him that doesn’t fit the image they have in their head (basically him being a famous model has greatly impacted how he wants to be perceived with others). He also can’t stand it when people close to him (mainly his father and initially his brother) hide things from him and try to control his actions and behavior.
3. Key Relationships
This is actually only a couple of his relevant relationships, seeing as there are a lot of them in MTS. If you want to know about a specific relationship I didn’t mention (or want more detail on a one I did mention, feel free to send me an ask!)
Marinette: The two start off with a casual friendship, as Marinette doesn’t really care that he’s a model. This actually makes Adrien more interested in hanging out with her, as she’s someone who sees Adrien as a person rather than a celebrity. He doesn’t really see her in a romantic light (or at least realize he does) until toward the end of the show, but still values her a lot. He also won’t be as oblivious as the OG Adrien about Mari’s feelings, and even though he doesn’t reciprocate them (consciously anyway), he appreciates that she actually likes him for who he is.
Ladybug: These two sort of get off on the wrong foot. Partially because of their Kwami’s influence (we may have given them some issues for the plot) and partially because Chat initially thinks Ladybug is a lot like his brother, the two don’t really work together, and often quarrel. He gets very paranoid about her wanting him to go along with her plans (due to his fear of being controlled) and thinks she’s bossy. After the midpoint of the S1 though, they get to know each other better. He learns that she is very different from who he thought she was. Realizing that she’s actually a vulnerable girl trying her best to be a hero and do right by others, causes him to become more concerned about her wellbeing. The two will also start to confide in each other about their insecurities, and near the end of S1, he finally falls in love with her. (He’ll be a lot less outspoken about it than the OG though, due to an incident that happened prior to this.) He wants to be the hero partner she deserves first and foremost.
Felix: The twins were very close growing up, especially the death of their mother and their father becoming more distant, but over the years, Felix began to change. He started to treat Adrien more like their father does, which caused Adrien to feel betrayed by his brother. Initially their relationship is cordial, with a bit of resentment on Adrien’s side, which grows until it reaches a breaking point. The two end up getting into a (somewhat one-sided) fight, that Adrien comes to regret. Fortunately the two end up getting a bit closer after this, before finally resolving their issues in the season finale (Felix learns Chat Noir’s identity, which changes how he perceives his brother, and Adrien realized that there’s been more going on with Felix than he thought after he gets akumatized into Calamity). From there the two regain their lost relationship, and do anything for each other.
Gabriel: Adrien’s feelings about his father are… complicated. On the one hand, he understands how hard things have been for his dad after losing the love of his life. In the other hand, Adrien can’t stand the way he’s acted for the past several years: isolating himself from everyone else, constantly trying to keep Adrien locked away and micromanaged, never just being there for his son, which is all Adrien really wants. On the other other hand, Adrien has a much harder time speaking up to him than he did with Felix (because well, it’s much easier to rebel against your twin sibling than your controlling father), and still wants to see the best in his dad (both because he cares about him and because Felix showed Adrien that change is possible). Throughout the third season, Adrien is able to learn a bit more about Gabriel and even confront him for how he’s treated Adrien (and Felix, but that’s another post). His father even seems like he’s starting to change after this, but… let’s just say something goes wrong.
Nino: Adrien is instantly charmed by his new “best bro”, who tries to teach him a bit more about normal kids work. Adrien tries to inspire Nino to apply himself a little more, at least when it comes to things that are clearly important to him. The fact that Nino likes his jokes definitely boosts his spirits. Adrien does start to worry about Nino after the Bubbler, as Nino’s extreme reaction (seeing as people usually can’t be akumatized unless it relates to a core issue that’s been festering for years) suggests that there may be more to his “cool dude” best friend than he thought.
Other notable Adrien/Chat Noir dynamics (for better or worse) include Plagg, Alya, Kagami, Luka, Chloe, Mylene (it’s a long story), Emilie, and Hawk Moth (he is their nemesis after all).
4. Character Growth
Ah yes, the bread and butter of storytelling. Adrien receives two major character arcs in the series. One principally taking place during season one, while the other is much longer. (He also gets minor, non-arc related growth, but I’m highlighting the most important details)
Arc #1: Adrien undergoes some pretty major changes in the first season. He starts off as the usual sweet, sophisticated, “perfect” Adrien who tries to smile through the loneliness and suffocating rules. When he meets Plagg, he gets a change to show how capable he can truly be, while getting the power to free himself from these confines. He especially loves using his Prime Ability, Wildcat (his equivalent to the Miraculous Ladybugs) to do so. It essentially turns him into an unbeatable fighting machine! Unfortunately, this power is more than a mortal being can handle, and slowly chips away at his sanity, amplifying his feelings of anger and determination to be free. Plagg also eggs him on, warning him that giving up on using Wildcats will make him “weak again”, which will cause him to go back to being helpless and submissive (MTS Plagg and Tikki are kinda jerks at first). He realizes that it’s too much for him to handle in the first midseason finale, and renounces the power. This causes his body to fall into a state of withdrawal and fatigue that takes multiple episodes to recover from. During this time, he learns the value of stability, responsibility, and that he can be empathetic while also not letting others control him. His arc culminates at the end of season 1, where he unlocks the power to purify akuma, understanding that destruction can be used for good when maintaining an inner balance.
Arc 2: The seeds of this arc are planted from the beginning, as using Wildcat caused him to unintentionally become destructive and dangerous, but the episode Copycat is what launches the arc. Facing someone who looks exactly like you, has all of your powers, who you (unintentionally) lead to get akumatized does a lot to a person’s self esteem. Even though he hasn’t fallen in love with Ladybug yet, he cares about their friendship, so fighting an imposter who completely obsessed with her causes him to fear becoming the same way. Naturally this causes him to panic when he does fall in love with her, making him take longer to even admit how he feels about her. (He also struggles after she rejects him, but is more worried about her potentially being afraid of him than the rejection itself.) The New York Special also deals with his insecurities, as he almost quits being a hero due to not wanting to hurt anyone else. Fortunately Felix (who he tried to give the ring to instead) talks him out of it. Finally he manages to overcome his fears in the final season, after he faces his nightmare in Sandboy (that being a Ladybug who believes he’s a monster), and acknowledges that he’ll never be that kind of person.
Conclusion:
Alright, that finishes a (general) overview of Adrien’s character in Miraculous: The Series. To anyone who actually had the patience to read all of this, thank you for listening to my ramble (believe it or not but there’s even more details I could have mentioned!)
Marinette is gonna be the next character I talk about (idk when I’ll actually write her notes out, but she is next) as a planned post. After that… I’ll probably either discuss the MTS love square, Tikki and Plagg’s changes, or one of the fabled Season One trio characters (Alya, Chloe, or Felix). As for now… stay miraculous!
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous reboot#miraculous: the series#miraculous rewrite#adrien agreste#chat noir#my chaotic cat son 🐈⬛
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What is your favourite thing about Billie Lurk?
(Answers are obvious possibly but i love when people talk about her👍)
thanks for the ask!! YEAH ME TOO I love when people talk about Billie! I can't say I have a favourite thing specifically, but I can explain why she's my fav. apologies for not taking this qn literally, but -
short answer: she’s really cool
& you can stop reading there, or, for the maybe 2 mutuals who might have time to read this my thoughts on her as a character, her meta, and her character as raw potential...
long answer:
i considered making this entire thing a gush so you could read a gush about Billie. but, part of what draws me to her is that she’s not always well written, and in fandom she’s underrated for a literal protagonist.
since you ask...
billie is a cool character
when I played Dh2 (hadn't played Dh1), I was excited to see a black woman with disabilities who was captaining a massive ship by herself. wow.
then I discovered Billie’s backstory with Deirdre, the way she responded to that, then having to survive while living on the run, and her bisexuality. as well as her history with daud & delilah. fascinating!
she’s an outsider who has so much to lose, and knows what it's like to lose everything - having lost everything not once but three times - but nevertheless speaks truth to power. she's so brave! she went and helped Emily & Corvo and she must have known they might kill her! plus, she’s smart, she’s funny, she gets shit done, she’s gorgeous.
but... the meta
mild critique of fandom & arkane incoming.
skip this bit if you want - you've been warned twice now - jump to tired Hayao Miyazaki and read from there if you'd like my thoughts on writing her.
i thought Death of the Outsider was going to be amazing and then... well. *sad trombone* i've written about that before so i won't keep banging on. i figured others must be disappointed too, so I joined a few fandom spaces in hopes of finding camaraderie.
most people with complaints about DotO didn’t like how the Outsider and Daud were handled. which is valid & I agree. but it seemed like most paid no attention to Billie; when people talk about her it’s with respect to Daud, as opposed to in her own right. you could argue for fandom misogyny because people don’t talk about adult Emily Kaldwin that much either, but in Billie's case, it’s misogynoir (compare & contrast with the popularity of thomas, particularly the popularity of thomas portrayed as a white man for no particular reason that i've been able to discern - i keep asking around, is it in the books???).
i think this is a LOT better now than it used to be, which is fantastic. or perhaps i have found the correct echo-chamber? ha.
ultimately, The Fandom is a fraction of the entire picture, and not even the important bit since The Fandom is not who these games are made for. you can't make money relying on only your hardcore fans even if all of them spent a fortune on merch, this is true for any AAA game.
while it's true that Billie is underrated from a fandom perspective - but Billie as an underwritten protagonist is squarely Arkane’s fault.
it was reasonable when she was a side character - the lack of info in Dh2 makes perfect sense (if anything there was more lore in Dh2 which is kind of wild)-
- but as a protagonist in Death of the Outsider?
.... there’s lousy writing, and there’s whatever is going on with Billie Lurk, a black woman who mostly exists as a foil or saviour for light-skinned characters. In her own game there’s barely any of her own lore except where it's relevant to saving two dudes.
lore hints at, but barely touches on what race means in the Dh universe (xenophobia is stronger in Dh1; separate essay i guess), but Arkane has patted themselves on the back for portraying non-white characters, which feels like the same thing as the aesthetic of diversity we're seeing in advertising currently because it’s in marketing trend guides. it's self-congratulatory and it's a missed opportunity for deeper storytelling.
you can see an example of diversity at its most shallow in the way that Billie’s written: there’s little engagement with her as an entire person with history & wants & preferences, and the world she walks through in that game feels like it has nothing to do with her. you could make a case for alienation as a theme, but then, how do you handle the titular premise of 'Dishonored' without ever letting Billie make changes in an environment without a chaos system? it's disappointing from that angle too.
in my opinion, whatever it's worth, it was an accident Arkane created such an awesome character - they needed someone to betray daud. congrats billie.
all this said, it makes her an underdog as far as characters to enjoy & create art & stories for. it's nice to find so many like-minded, switched on people! <3
billie's character potential
she’s got a wealth of unexplored lore, being deeply intertwined with both Karnaca & Dunwall’s fates & criminal underbellies, as well as her connections to the witches & whalers, and three Empresses.
she’s lived a few distinct lifetimes and in the games we get to meet her at two peaks (KoD & DotO) & a low (Dh2 as Meagan).
her voice is very distinct, her dry & often dark humour is entertaining & fun to write. her perspective is really interesting - she’s had the widest variety of void-powers of anyone canonically, and she’s also lived through the highest highs and lowest lows.
she's got everything going for her :) i couldn't really pick a fav thing!
#i assume my followers are cool enough to let me give a brief measured critique on fandom trends and DotO#thanks for the anon question!! what fun!#i love billie lurk <333#jumped on the opportunity to rant n rave#what part of billie isn't my fav! (im a guy who likes the bad stuff too. mmm interesting meta)#trying to be not unfair or mean- i'm not targeting anyone but rather trends. and it's ok to be disappointed with something you love#fuck it. make it part of the appeal! her writing sucks! plenty of room for me & other creators!#its easier for me to indulge my billie brainworms when it sorta feels like she's not getting as much love as she deserves#you know? i want stories where her history is explored and her agency is important so i guess i'll roll up my sleeves#tumblr is a terrible place for this sort of critique IMO- lots of nuanceless empathy-free guilt-trip-ish rhetoric#so i hope i avoided that. but not so much that i seem forgiving.#that said i'm not tagging this one with fandom tags! no thank you.#i am blaming arkane yes. but that is also not without games industry context#i could complain about amateurish writing but that also never happens in a vacuum. industry problem(s) for sure.#people love to blame writers for things#and yeah a couple really fucking good writers can push a boulder uphill#but its usually a company problem#hire lots of diverse people in your company. give them authority and respect and reasonable workloads. and no crunch.#ah fuck this is a separate essay in tags. again#THIS WAS A SIMPLE QUESTION#*clutches head in hands*#uh if you're still reading at this point im SO sorry and thank you and i love you
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Priest Rick(I-133) LORE + AU INFO
Post 1/?
Richard "Rick" Sanchez, from Dimension I-133, also often referred to as Priest Rick by many. (Voice Claimed by Professor Venomous from OK KO)
He's one of the Ricks that think those in the Citadel are pussies and stupid, thus he rarely feels the need to have been there at all. He was arrested on the "alleged" charges of creating the first Diane clone (he managed to lie his way through the charges and then abandoned the failed Diane clone shortly after.), prompting the creation of a law banning clone experiments for Dianes.
I-133 has the typical Rick backstory, having his Diane and Beth die. He was a kind religious man before it all, soon turning to alcohol and science after seeing that preying would not cure his heartbreak. (C-137 has joked on the irony of Father Sanchez's moniker due to this, calling him "fan service for the show" as a fourth wall break, but Father Sanchez doesn't understand the joke, likely indicating that he doesn't have awareness to the fourth wall yet.)
He now resides in a dimensions where his version of Beth survived, however there are mild differences in that universe (Dimension Zeta 6B9).
The Summer in Zeta 6B9 is instead male, referred to as "Scotty Smith". He shares physical traits with a Summer, but seems to have an alternative clothing preference, inheriting many of I-133's things from when he was a teen(Pff, peepaw had a grunge/punk phase).
The Morty of Zeta 6B9 is referred as Mortimer by 1-133 and he wears a cross given to him by I-133, while Mortimer didn't know why his drunken grandpa gave him that one night, it seems to be a crude device to protect the boy. I-133 has shown to be much more compassionate towards Mortys, though still is semi dry about his niceness.
Beth of Zeta 6B9 seems to act like many other Beths, I-133 is actually quite apologetic towards his daughter and makes an effort to be kind (even if they seem more like awkward gestures).
Jerry Smith of Zeta 6B9, hated by his father in law with an even deeper passion than some Ricks have shown, likely fueled by how Jerry got I-133's Beth pregnant before marriage and overall pathetic behavior that Jerry has.
I-133 has not been shown to have many friends, though a picture of a version of Birdperson can be seen in his work desk at the church(which happens to be next to the Smith family home), indicating there must have been a version of Birdperson he met.
#buggiebeetleart#original character#rick and morty#rick and morty fandom#rick sanchez#rick and morty au#rick and morty oc#rick i 133#Father Sanchez#Rick I-133#Father Sanchez Lore
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Character Info - Byoldervine
General Info
Name: Byoldervine
Nicknames:
• Overseer of Terran (title)
• Viney (by the other Celestials)
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: Older than the universe
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Unknown
Species: Celestial
Place Of Birth: The cosmos
Current Home: Last lived in Terran
Appearance
Byoldervine had tanned skin and brown eyes that looked almost golden in certain light. Her hair was often in a braided updo with long strands left out nearer the front, though her hair colour could vary and often was adorned with different flowers. She often wore loose and flowy clothing, finding it to be the most comfortable for her. She was always the most likely of the Celestials to be seen wearing what even humans would consider as casual clothing
Personality
Byoldervine was always very curious of humans and the way they perceived the world around them. She could get very protective and possessive of her realm, as well as easily frustrated with the other Celestials for meddling in her observations. She was very studious and perceptive, but also quite comfortable in her own solitude, preferring to observe than involve herself
Likes:
• Hearing the humans’ stories and myths
• Anthropology
• Peace and quiet
Dislikes:
• The other Celestials meddling in her realm
• Involving herself with humans
• Bitter food/drink, especially black coffee
Known Abilities
• Invisibility - Byoldervine was able to turn herself invisible
• Shapeshifting - Byoldervine was able to take the forms of those around her, though this ability was limited to humanoid beings
• Astral projection - Byoldervine could send her soul outside of her body for brief periods of time to allow herself to witness events all over Terran
Relationships
Family:
• Nordsvark Attolus (creator, fellow Celestial, brotherly figure)
• Mauthe (dog, later turned Barghest, treasured companion)
Friends/Allies:
• Aegis Cantor (fellow Celestial)
• Corrus Acaron (fellow Celestial)
Enemies:
• N/A
Backstory
Byoldervine was the youngest of the Celestials. Created by Nordsvark when life was new, he gave her a realm called Terran to watch over as she saw fit. He helped her to conjure beautiful landscapes and vast oceans, then filled the world they’d created with wondrous lifeforms of all varieties
Unlike her fellow Celestials, Byoldervine was much more content to watch over her realm and its development from afar. She was fascinated by how her human creations perceived the world around them, delighting in hearing their mythologies come about. She quickly learned that it was best to avoid intervening in their affairs if she wanted their own creativity and determination to really shine, and she discouraged the other Celestials from allowing their creations into Terran. They were allowed to visit, but they weren’t allowed to notably interact with the humans or allow the creatures to have their worldviews altered
Byoldervine treated her realm like a long-running TV show, always being keen to watch what they were getting up to, for better or for worse. Her distance from them lead to an emotional disconnect, with her growing desensitised to the violence and suffering she witnessed; she hated it as you’d hate it in a movie
She’d found the scaremongering about Y2K quite amusing until she began to fall ill, and for a time she feared the humans had predicted something far beyond her. The other Celestials were equally panicked, for they had never had to fear a Celestial dying. Byoldervine’s eventual passing in the year 2000, twenty-five years before our story takes place, struck fear and grief into the hearts of all those who outlived her - even more so after Corrus found no trace of her soul in Nexus after her death
Fun Facts
• Byoldervine had a mild allergy to peaches, but sometimes ate them anyway since they taste good (to be clear, her death was not peach-related; this is a fun fact, not a spoiler)
• Byoldervine was closest with Nordsvark, who would come visit her often to see how her realm was going. He was also fascinated by the humans’ mythos and would sometimes bring life to their fantasies, letting them find a home in his own realm of Paracosm
• Byoldervine had a pet dog named Mauthe, who stayed by her side until her passing. As per Byoldervine’s last wishes, Mauthe was turned into a Barghest and taken under Corrus’ care, remaining happy and loved by the Acarons to this day
#Byoldervine#c!byoldervine#Oc#my oc stuff#oc questions#oc character#ocs#my ocs#character info#writing#writers#writeblr#bookblr#book#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#my writing#writers of tumblr#writer#on writing#creative writing#write#writers and poets#writblr#female writers#queer writers#writer things#writerscreed#writer stuff#writing life
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I’m obsessively interested in this game, but I don’t have a PC or MacBook (u don’t even want to know how hard I tried to get it to work with shady Windows-emulator apps and sheer dumb hope 💀 ) SOO I was wondering if anyone has posted a play-through or anything? Or if there’s a wiki or smth where I can at least read the lore? Idk help I’m going insane 😭
Oh my gosh - I am so flattered!! There are no play-throughs YET (barring my own crummy demos of like... 2 different routes?), and there are infrequent streams from small creators, but I will absolutely be posting here if I or anyone else releases a Let's Play!
My YouTube can be found here! Animatics and voice actor previews are put here, as well as some AMV oddities and the like :) I haven't updated in quite some time because YouTube scares me now I've been busy with IRL stuff and programming, but I intend to update the channel in the future :)
My St. Agatha Play Through footage can be found here!
As for keeping up to date with fan content, projects, and lore -
My Toyhouse acts as an informal wiki. Many pages are under construction or contain outdated info, but will be updated overtime, especially if prompted to make any pages or characters a priority :) You can do that in my DMs, inbox, on Toyhouse, or via Discord (more on that in a second.)
If you want a Toyhouse code to join the site (as anyone can view, but only invited members can utilize it's services) for the purpose of leaving comments, saving things to your favorites, or for storing your own characters and lore - DM me here! I can get you one no problem :) I also make tutorials and answer questions on how to use the site, as it has a fairly steep learning curve, but is WELL worth the time if you have it to spend. I love it so so much now that I know how to use it.
People who are sixteen or older can join the Discord! It's invite only, but you are encouraged to message me for access! You can meet other fans, see WIPs, and ask questions to me or others in-the-know more directly :) I also do dev tests and we host live play throughs there!
⚠️ Heads up - the themes and subject matter of this game are discussed openly. This is a mature, but not adult game. There is no nudity or pornographic content, but there might be references to this as well as to gore, death, drug use, assault, and animal violence. As for other potential triggers - suggestive humor, references and cartoon depictions of violence and mild gore can be seen in art and fan art. Any art involving blood will be censored :) We do not tag self harm scars, but do tag open self harm wounds in art. That's another thing to keep in mind.
These are matters of importance or passing importance in the game, mostly in character backstory, they can be expected to be brought up in the server, and I don't advise joining if this might be a deal breaker for you
This server is also plural friendly, and hosts both pluralkit and tupperbox. The server is also pro-endo, and I will not be entertaining discourse on the matter.
I'll do some asking around to see if anyone has seen or has been considering doing a Let's Play! I've had some people bring that up to me before.
Thanks for sending in the ask!! And thank you for your interest 💌
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*looks at your reverse iterator’s au*
do tell :)
*looks at you, quickly ripping off and hiding the nerd alert sign on my wall*
ahem hi :DD reverse iterator au! Wellcome to the bit where i talk about some background info, for a more general answer go (here)
but a quick rundown is that its a mild role reversal not a personality swap or anything, everyones still basicly the same but with the difference being moon is still up and running (more or less) while pebbles got screwed over by accident and is now haning up above the clouds waiting to crumble down!
The point of this post is to answer question how did moon accidentaly kill pebbles? Seeing as moon really isnt intrested in the whole sliverist thing (yellow pearl, shoreline) like pebbles she wouldnt be trying to rewrite her genome to win at death, leading to the watersupply issue, so we need a different reason and we need to get a bit creative:D
Im actully gonna blame it on moons standing on the sucky crumbeling "large canyon" that is mentioned whos waterbed is lowering because of iterators and how that led semi directly to pebbles being built (purple pearl, waterfront facility) which in this au instead of not being much of an issue leads to her structure being unstable and needing fixes, because of the dry waterbed - worth mentioning i dont belive she has the modern living blocks that fixes themself, and instead older "traditional" building materials (orange pearl, metropolis) so she needs to find a way to fix herself - which i turns, and here im just using canon for my own gain and saying this known danger activates her gotta live hardware, the whole iterators cant off themself because of 1. being built so and 2. the " self destruction taboo" (gold pearl, chimney canopy), im gonna go on a limb and say that knowingly letting yourself break down counts as self destruction and would mean moon would try to fix herself.
Which gets us kinda to where moon and pebbles ends up actual game, one having to do intense (and water draining) calculations that isnt gonna end well.
But there is also a shift in how to stop this, as moon used her "seniority privligies" to try to stop pebbles (sky islands 4), seeing as pebbles wouldnt have this, he would need to stop moon whos totally focused on finding the solution for her water problem in some other way. And because i think pebbles is a bastard (affectionalty) i think he after messages and pleading dosent work, would just send her a shit ton of viruses to disturb her focus and get her to stop draining the water, this of course leads to the same as canon with moon getting a mold problem, but also being to late like moon and partly collapsing, im saying partly, because i dont wanna do the shaded citadel murder map, i would rather have it collapse on the chimney sky bridge and then be an upwards climb, but im gonna talk map and mechanics changes in this ask
ok so thats basicly the set up, moon needs to fix her stucture from crumebling, uses lots of water, pebbles is like hey wait a minute!, moons like lalalal and then pebbles sends 3 trillion viruses
sidenote is of course that with pebbles going down, he wouldnt be using as much if any water anymore, water which would then go to moon instead, so she did kinda fix her problem and will continue running for along time, similar to canon pebbles ^-^
Moon being the one alive would also have some other effects! one being that i asume that contact between iterators would still be up and running afterwards, as there is no mad pebbles who cuts of communication access for the other ierators after getting mad at suns, which of course would mean more iterator overseers just haning around, which would later be seen by the slugcats, how the different slugcat campaigns would be effected im not gonna get into because this is already getting long so uh yes!!!
there would also be different achivements and such!!
wooosh ok done with words! you got the backstory part of the whole story so i hope you dont mind that, in general i think its a very silly au as pebbles and moon can still communicate, and my own interpetation of them is very silly, but meh, anyhow! thank you so much for asking i did not except as many people to do that as was done :D
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SPIKE’S EPIC ROCKER SCHOOL; THE BALDI MOD WITH SILLYCHARACTERS! (two which aren’t mine)
Main account is @zionanelequaso; check intro there!
I’ll just block you if you make me uncomfortable blehhhh
magic anons are allowed, any anons are encouraged honestly!!!
character info below cut
SPIKE: He/Him. ADHD, 6’0, 17 years old. Cis Straight Ally, in a relationship with @zio-octopulous. Baldi Replacement.
JUNIOR: He/They. Autism, wears glasses sometimes (theyre for reading), 4’11, 11-12 years old, Demiboy. Straight Ally. Playtime Replacement.
AMBER: It/She/Xe. 5’10 1/2, Transfeminine + Genderfluid, Autism, C-PTSD, Depression, Social Anxiety, slight OCD. Omniromantic Lesbian. Principal Replacement. Polyamorous, doesn’t know that.
GOTHFRAIDTH: She/Xe/Cat/Nya/It, 16, 5’9, Schizophrenia, mild anorexia, Panromantic Bisexual Demigirl. Mild PTSD, ADHD. First Prize Replacement. Polyamorous, does not know that.
CYB: They/He/It, 6’0, ADHD, Depression, They/He/It, Heterosexual Biromantic Demiboy. 16 mentally since he’s a robot. Bully Replacement. Polyamorous, does not know that.
BAD TO THE HANDLE: Bad To The Handle. broom that does NOT wanna be called a broom. he’s a guitar now babes <3
COLORZ: 12’3 with zigzag neck, 12’6 with neck stretched out, She/It, Autism, Severe Social Anxiety, HATES HATES HATES being stared at, HA-BD, which is a made up disease..find out what it is later :) [through asks], PTSD. Arts N Crafters Replacement. Questioning, probably Pansexual.
EVELIN: 9 years old, had to grow up really fast but we stay silly! Do not ask why she sells rocket launchers and has ties with the government. She/Her, Cis Straight Ally. BSoda Machine Replacement. (The bsoda is rocket launcher)
ASSISTANCE: any pronouns. horrific and sad backstory. physically says the Z typing quirk…wah!! mentally 6 years old. has absolutely no idea about who they like. very niceys. Phone Replacement (the thing that plays the tape to distract baldi)
there is a filename2…it’ll come up later :)
#INTRO POST#SERS#zio’s ooc hell#Spike’s Epic Rocker School#not an ask#asks for spike#asks for junior#asks for amber#asks for gothfraidth#asks for cyb#asks for btth#asks for evelin#asks for assistance#bbau#baldi mod#baldi’s basics#bbieal#bbieal mod#lgbtq friendly#neopronoun friendly#system friendly#Baldi’s basics mod
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Request: atem/anzu with atem info dumping game lore to anzu and anzu is deeply into it
WONDER:
Anzu opened the door to the game shop one afternoon to find Atem manning the counter alone.
“Hey, is Yugi, out?” Anzu inquired.
“Yes, he had some errands to run,” Atem replied.
Usually, he’d then ask after her day and they’d go from there. But today, Atem appeared quiet and lost in thought.
“Is everything okay?” Anzu inquired.
“Yes, a shipment was just dropped off at the wrong address,” Atem replied.
“No, I mean you? You seem preoccupied,” she clarified.
“Oh, I’m fine,” he said, flashing her a comforting smile. “I just can’t get my mind off this new game Yugi introduced me to.”
“What is it?” Anzu asked, curious.
“It’s the Elder Age. Anzu, it’s like a world in itself!” Atem exclaimed; eyes now alight with wonder like she hadn’t seen since his initial return. “I can get lost in it for hours. There’s so much to see and do.”
“Yes, the technology these days is something else,” Anzu agreed, relieved that his quietness stemmed from such an innocent preoccupation rather than any trouble.
“Yes, the technology, but just the history alone is fascinating,” he then went on to recount the many characters and their backstories he’d come to enjoy. Anzu watched his eyes continue to shine as his hands attempted to shape the wonders he’d experienced. It was a delight to see him both so animated and excited. Anzu’s heart fluttered at his joy, so much so, that she felt the first tendrils of something she thought she’d managed to bury. But, surely it was too early, in his return for her to reveal such feelings?
With a soft smile and a hand upon his, she stopped him in his recounting. He looked at her with mild confusion.
“It sounds like you should be upstairs playing this game,” Anzu said. “I’ll watch the shop in the meantime and join you when Yugi returns.”
“Oh, thank you, Anzu, but I wouldn’t have you take over my duties like that,” though he looked tempted. “I hope I haven’t been boring you with my rambling?”
“Not at all! I love hearing you talk about something that’s captured so much of your interest,” Anzu exclaimed. And with a smile, “it’s good to see you happy.”
Atem returned the smile, causing Anzu’s heart to melt. She reached for his hand once more and gave it a quick squeeze. “Now, tell me more about that woman character.”
“Oh yes!” he launched back into a detailed description and explanation of the game’s world and all he hoped to learn.
They were still there when Yugi returned well past closing time. But Anzu didn’t mind. Enjoying Atem’s voice in a way she’d only dreamed they could. And for the time, her heart was content.
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Haha, welcome to my blog, I guess!
🎉funny party cracker sound🎉 :D
Hi there, I’m Firecracker, and I’m just a guy.
Okay, maybe I’m not just a guy. maybe i’m an extraterrestrial life form who doesn’t have his head attached to his shoulders and whose head is actually part bomb with the explosion strength of a charged electrode. And a guy who loves being funny! But sometimes I’m not so funny and my jokes end up flopping like me after I blow my head up two times. But hey, I’m trying!
I would be delighted to perform for you, whether it be fireworks (my most proud specialty) or just plain clownin’ around! Just drop me an ask and I’ll be right there, senor or senorita~
I know I’m like, big and scary and 6 feet tall and everything, but I promise i won’t steal your soul or eat your dreams or blow you into a million little smithereens unless you’re an absolute, 100%, arrant jerk. You’re not a jerk, are you? :)
Goodbye, I hope we meet again someday as I travel the universe in search of whatever I fancy!
OOC under the cut:
hi!! yes, robin here, i’ve opened yet another blog because i love this oc and want to show him off to rotomblr. his name is Firecracker, or you can just call him Cracker or Crack for short! actually crack doesn’t seem like such a good idea now that i think of it, but you can call him that just to be funny-
mod info!
mod is a minor (under 18), so please please no nsfw asks
mod’s main account is @robin-the-wanderer
mod loves the ultra beasts!
you may call me robin the decidueye, cause that’s my pokesona heehee
ask info!
you may send asks that:
ask about lore and backstory stuff
are of a memey nature/stuff you just wanna see him react to
any other miscellaneous questions (favourite food, color, etc etc.)
are pelipper mail/malice!
are mean or just plain hate, they’re actually fun to respond to! be as mean as you want muahahaha
you MAY NOT ask stuff that:
is of a sexual nature
are nsfw asks
contains gore / extreme violence
blog info!
please keep in mind that this blog will contain:
a LOT of mentions of clowns!! please this blog’s muse is literally a semi-headless alien clown so if you have a fear of clowns do not interact with this blog
mentions and descriptions of explosions and fireworks!
loud, bright colors that may cause eye strain!
occasional posts about violence or fighting
mild to moderate flirtatious language, because cracker’s a funny guy and part of his “funny” is failed flirting jokes. if you don’t like this then dni!
cracker’s pronouns are he/they!
tags!
firecracker the clown - any and all posts regarding cracker.
cracker.png - any photos or art of him!
cracker.exe - shitposts/shenanigans/antics he gets up to.
cracker.wav - anything he comments on / responds to! this includes asks :)
that’s all! i hope this absolute circus of a pokémon entertains you as much as he does me! :D
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