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suyacho · 2 years

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COMFORTING YOU AFTER BEING CATCALLED.

PT. 1 (tokyorev)

i just want my favs their comfort:)

WARNINGS: obviously catcalling - cursing - comfort - violence - mentions of killing kinda? (very angry boyfriends) - headcanons - nicknames (baby for semi, love for aizawa)

ORDER: tamaki - aizawa - shigaraki - daichi - semi

— tamaki amajiki.

“you got catcalled?” tamaki questioned, repeating your words to make sure he heard it right. “mhm, on my way home.” you mumbled quietly, your face clearly showing how upset you were. “i’m sorry that i wasn’t there.” he apologized, gently pulling you into a hug.

tamaki frowned, feeling something he had never felt before as he tightened his grip around you. he was angry, tamaki had never felt this pissed before, not even when villains constantly insulted him. he just felt a different kind of anger knowing they bothered you, something that’s most dear to him.

all he wanted to do was just go out and tell these people off. even though he knew he can’t as a pro hero nor did he want to leave you alone when you needed him right here, that would only make him feel guilty.

“thank you tama.” you told him quietly, resting your head against his chest tiredly and feeling safe in his arms. it wasn’t the first time something like this happened but knowing you had tamaki there with you for comfort was more than enough.

— shouta aizawa.

“sho i’m so fucking tired of this, i was scared.” you sighed, laying down on his lap and getting comfortable as you looked up at him. “i know love, i’m sorry.” he apologized, knowing how upsetting it was for you.

“they’re gone now, you’re safe with me.” he reassured you, gently starting to play with your hair, knowing it was one of your many weaknesses. a small smile grew on your face as you closed your eyes, relaxing yourself.

“it’s not even a fucking compliment either.” you continued ranting, knowing that he’d listen, even if you were to rant for hours. “they’re just pieces of shit love.” aizawa answered, gently massaging your scalp.

“mhm, i’m glad i have someone who treats me right.” you told him, looking up at your lover, already starting to forget about the earlier event. “next time i’ll protect you, i promise.” he smiled down at you, looking at you with all the admiration in the world.

— shigaraki tomura.

it was quiet as you rested your head against shigaraki’s shoulder, your pinkies intertwined while neither of you spoke. you both didn’t really know what to say to begin with. it made you wonder if telling shigaraki was the right thing to do but even if you didn’t, he would notice that something was off.

the only problem was that he didn't know what to do or how to comfort you. he never had comfort when growing up so what was he supposed to do? “sorry i-“ he started, only being cut off by your words. “don’t apologize, i’m fine tomu.” you reassured him, knowing that he blamed himself for not being there when it happened.

“i’m glad.” he whispered quietly, taking a moment to think and getting up after. “i’ll be back, okay? just stay here.” shigaraki told you, giving you a small smile and you nodded. “i’ll be here waiting for you.” you told him and he nodded, making his way out of the door.

shigaraki was pissed, pissed because they dared to badmouth you. that’s exactly why he went out to go after those people. you knew there was no way of stopping him, it was his way of comforting you.

— daichi sawamura.

you didn’t even have to say a word as you walked into your shared apartment for daichi to notice something was off. he knew you better than anyone and immediately noticed it.

“welcome home.” daichi smiled from the couch, not bringing up the topic right away because the last thing he would do is push you to speak. “thanks.” you sighed, plopping down next to him on the couch and resting your head against him.

a silence fell but it wasn’t a bad one. “you know i’m here for you right?” daichi told you in a caring tone, gently grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers. “and i’m not going anywhere either.” he continued, smiling when you gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“thank you.” you smiled weakly, closing your eyes and being glad you had someone like him. maybe daichi didn’t realize it, but those small moments meant the world to you. “also— take all the time you need alright? you don't have to tell me.” daichi reminded you, kissing your hand and letting you rest there.

— semi eita.

semi paused for a second, taking his time to take in what you just had told him. if there was something semi hated, it was catcalling. he had heard some bad stories here & there and genuinely was worried for you. he hated the fact that it happened to you even more, especially when he wasn’t there.

“shit baby, i’m so sorry that i wasn’t there.” semi apologized, gently pulling you in a hug. “are you okay?” he asked in a caring tone, looking at you and slowly rubbing your back. he would give you all the time you needed to talk about it, the last thing he wanted was to pressure you into talking about it.

“i don’t know, ‘m just tired semi.” you answered after a while, resting your head against his chest. “i get it, it’s okay, just let it all out.” he reassured you, being very understanding of the situation and giving you an apologetic look.

“can we just stay like this and drop the topic?” you asked softly, being done with it since it wasn’t the first time it had happened. “of course, i’m sorry.” semi answered softly, dropping the topic and pressing a soft kiss against your forehead.

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fivepibbles · 9 months

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they have him pinned, but at least they're warm!

fanart for @tsunochizu 's backwards through the snow fic! im SO normal about this story (still emotionally recovering from chapter 15) i love this fic so much <3

they are the STINKIEST of family...

(for those who haven't read this fic, first of all, go read it now. but also pebbles is mostly ok. kinda. hes just dirty and stinky... amongst other things)

#rain world #rw backwards through the snow #am i allowed to use that tag i hope so #ouyhgdhggdh this fic.... THIS FIC.....#this fic is everytging i wanted for a rain world fix it fic #like this fic has destroyed me and fixed me again ugh its so good #i could gush about this all day but unfortunately i am bills to pay children to feed . so have this fanart #everybody say thank you tsunochizu for writing such an amazing story full of super interesting headcanons and hurt/comfort #five pebbles #artificer #my art #now that i look back on the size ref i think i messed up the proportions a lot errmmmm oops #confession. i may have ressutected my dead art account JUST to post this fanart c:#pibblescribble

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tinfairies · 1 year

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reaction/ head cannon/ whatever’s easiest for cockwarming w jon, podrick and sandor? tho i feel like none of them would last long IVSOVEOBEOB

Jon doesn't hate cockwarming per say, he'd just rather fuck his lover. He won't deny that he enjoys how close it makes him feel to them. It's usually early morning when his beloved climbs on top of him, rutting against him and riling him up. Then sinking down on his cock and just laying there. Jon hates it so much, his cock aches and he needs them to move, but he doesn't want to disturb their peace. He thanks the gods when they finally decide they need to cum as well. Jon grabs their hips and fucks up into them, holding them to his chest and abusing their poor hole. It's definitely a love hate relationship with cockwarming

Podrick will do anything his lover asks. That includes letting them sit in his lap while they work.. Well letting them sit on his cock while they work is more accurate. They had rubbed him up through his pants, then asked in the most innocent voice if they could keep his cock warm for him while they finished working. Of course he said yes, he's a people pleaser after all, especially towards his lover. He didn't realize how hard it would be to keep still, every little movement sent shockwaves through his cock. Podrick had his head buried in his lovers back, eyes clenched shut as he tried to be patient.

Sandor thinks cockwarming is stupid. What's the point? Fuck or get fucked and get it over with. That is until he and his lover had fallen asleep midway through sex. He had woken up, his cock still deep inside them. The closeness and warmth had him getting hard again, he pulled them closer but refused to move his hips. Partially wanting to see how long he could test himself, as well as waiting for his beloved to wake up and realize. As soon as they do, he's drilling them into the mattress. No mercy, he wants to fill them to the brim.

#Game of thrones x reader #Game of thrones #game of thrones headcanon #game of thrones imagine #got imagine #got headcanons #got x reader #Got #jon snow #jon snow x reader #podrick payne #podrick payne x reader #sandor clegane #sandor clegane x reader #Smut #Reactions #Tin writes

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gelatosushix · 3 months

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Can we just talk a little about the Inuokko dynamic??

I find it fascinating how their relationship dynamic can be summed up in Inumaki Toge would die for Yuta Okkotsu, and Yuta Okkotsu would hands down kill for Toge Inumaki.

Yuta has never had someone care so strongly about him that his life would become a priority. He’s always had people who would rather see HIM die, including himself as at one point he believed he doesn’t have the right to live (not a good life mind you, but live in general). Not even Rika embodies that. Yes, she will keep Yuta alive at all costs, but not by sacrificing herself, but by destroying anything that could harm him. Then, this boy comes along who thinks Yuta is so important, so precious, that thinks Yuta has so much to live for and see that he would rather sacrifice himself so that Yuta can live. Because Yuta is precious and important, something that no one has ever showed him before.

Then we have Toge. Toge who is feared because he could end someone with a word. Toge who is forced to stay silent, separated from others, never connecting enough to ever create the kind of bond where someone would look at him and think “I will protect you. I will give you everything.” Toge goes by his life alone, because up until he met the second years and Yuta, he was alone. Then, Yuta comes along who adores Toge so much that nothing is out of the question - he looks at Toge and doesn’t see a monster, a curse, a killer. No, he sees a sweet little rice ball that needs to be protected and taken care of, that needs to be shielded at all costs. If people look at Toge and say he can kill people because he is a curse, Yuta looks at him and thinks I will do the dirty job myself because Toge is too pure for that.

That’s it. That’s the dynamic.

#thinking about this while I write chapter 7 of Under the Blossom Snow #I tagged the fic with these tags because the dynamic is so important #I could never just straight up include this in the fic but I needed to vent this out #inuokko #ottoge #toge x yuuta #inumaki toge #okkotsu yuuta #heian era au #bodyguard au #under the blossom snow #jjk fanfic #jjk headcanons

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demigoddessqueens · 5 months

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the president will see you now

Just some bit of headcanons of each of the love languages for the morally dubious president in the making.

pairing - corionalus snow x reader

Gift giving - gifts are both calculated motivations but it becomes a display of what he can “do” for you, what there is for you if you stayed with him

Physical touch - touch is a way for Corio to keep you near him, to show that you are his, but it’s become a reassuring motive to Snow that you’re close to him

Words of affirmation - sugary sweet promises that sound like shallow words that cement themselves as reaffirmations over the years as he starts to believe himself over time

Quality time - in the rare moments, you see a gentle side of Coriolanus that hyper focuses on you alone, all the power and influence that sheds away

Acts of service - these are done to show what he’s good for, what Snow can do for you, and what there can be more of if you stay/remain with him

#tbosas #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #my writing #headcanons #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus x you #writeblr #the hunger games #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus x y/n #corio snow #hunger games #president snow #tbosas x reader #writers on tumblr #fanfic #tbosas x you

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bihanapologist · 6 months

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please consider snow leopard! bi-han, leopard! kuai liang and panther! tomas... they are so big and terrifying but i would want to pet them and stroke bi-han's fur even if he will eat my head after that. how silly it would look for the lin kuei warriors to see their grandmaster and his brothers as big cats...even more amusing to see them curled around your feet as you pet and stroke them.

while writing this, i realised tai lung from kung fu panda (who is a snow leopard) is likely really similar to bi-han. tai lung was a prodigy trained to be the very best in fighting, only to be denied greater power, which led him to a dark path, similar to bi-han. in this essay, i will—

#seriously though the parallels are really cool!#i really want to do something with this snow leopard! bi-han idea but i dont know maybe i could write crack headcanons of it?#mk #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 #mk1 x reader #bi-han #bi han x reader #sub zero #bi han sub zero #sub zero x reader #tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas x reader #kuai liang #mk scorpion #kuai liang x reader

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cybersunnie · 4 months

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sunnie baby !! have u any thoughts inside that beautiful noggin of yours on academic rival corio ?

Coriolanus thought too highly of himself.

You were clever, but he believed he was even more so. That was how his mind worked.

But he would be a fool to ignore the constant praises you received from professors and fellow peers. With your wit and eloquence, you managed to climb your way to the top of the class, though you have yet to surpass him. But you were getting close.

Dangerously close.

He couldn't deny that you were a threat. A threat to the Plinth Prize he so desperately wanted, needed, and deserved. And here you were, trying to take away that from him.

It's almost cute—how hard you were trying.

Did Dean Highbottom put you to this? The dean had always despised him. Coriolanus wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. But why would you agree to do it? From as far as he knew, he hadn't wronged you in the past. You wouldn't have any motive.

Unless you just enjoyed being insufferable.

Whenever he answered a question in class, you would raise your hand and add to it as if his response wasn't adequate. When a professor complimented you, he swore you would look at him just to see how he would react. (Coriolanus never gave you the satisfaction, though). If you two were in the same room, friendly discussions turned into debates. The first time it happened was in Communications. After that, Satyria Click often placed you and him on opposing sides to “see what happens.”

But you were still polite to him even with this rivalry between you two. Nauseatingly polite.

Your smiles and honeyed words made his ego swell, but Coriolanus knew what they truly were. They were sneers masked as smiles. Taunts that were worded to sound like praise.

How did he know? Because he was doing the same to you.

In the eyes of an outsider, you two were civil—classmates who respected each other despite the ever-growing tension between them. But it was all to save face, to seem like the bigger person.

Deep down, Coriolanus liked playing this little game with you. Cat and mouse. Near captures and repeated escapes. You were so easy to read. So predictable. He liked making you think you could outsmart him. He found pleasure in making you think you were winning. And he would let you bask in that feeling of victory so that it would hurt more when he defeats you. How could he not play with you?

As the rivalry ensued, he would watch you from afar. Some may call it obsessive, but he called it studying. He studied your mannerisms and learned the subject you excelled in the most so that he could take that away from you, too.

You were all-encompassing. Everything Coriolanus did shifted back to you. What would you do? And how could he do it better?

There was one thing he didn't know—one thing he was unaware of. If Coriolanus’ delusions hadn’t blinded him, he would have realized that you just wanted to do well in your academics. He would have realized that you weren't trying to compete with him, and that your smiles and compliments were genuine. No ulterior motive.

But it didn't matter. He was having too much fun.

And Coriolanus would like to play with you, his "rival," just a little longer.

tldr: in my head, academic rival!coryo is a paranoid and delusional mess that thinks you are out to get him, but in actuality, you are just trying to do good in school—completely unaware of said "rivalry". author's note: not proofread. this is my roman empire. i love writing delusional coryo. anyways, i hope you liked this kaia mwah! 💋

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow headcanon #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #my brain malfunctioned while writing this #and not in a good way #like i forgot how to write for a hot minute #✶ — sunnie writes thg!#✶ — coriolanus snow

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starry-bi-sky · 1 year

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Au where one day Daniel Thomas Fenton, 16 years old, retired ghost vigilante finally decides to tell his parents about the Accident when he was fourteen.

It… doesn’t end well. To say the least. Physically? Danny’s fine. But it blows up into a huge argument that ends with Danny getting disowned. And Danny, sick and tired of the years of neglect and fear and hate that’s radiated his house for years. Well, he just leaves. He doesn’t want to be part of the Fenton Family, he wants nothing to do with it.

He changes his name. Daniel Thomas Fenton to Thomas Nightingale. Before he was born, his parents asked Jazz what she thought her brother’s name would be. Two years old, she said Tommy. So when Danny was born, he was named Daniel Thomas Fenton.

Danny might not wanted to have been connected to the Fenton family, but he still wanted to be connected to his sister. He leaves town, but they keep in contact. And he stays in touch with Sam and Tucker too. They, along with Jazz, helped him change his name.

For the sake of continuity, I’ll keep calling him Danny.

A few months after Danny leaves Amity Park, he catches news from Eli. His little sisterdaughterclone contacting him to let him know that she snuck into Vlad’s to cause some mischief, and discovered that he was at it again.

He’d cloned Danny again. And this time it looked like it might be a successful boy. He was a baby. Danny rushed over to Vlad’s as fast as possible.

It wasn’t hard to break into the lab. Vlad was as cocky as he was stupid, and Danny had long since learned his tricks. The baby was being cared for by the vulture henchmen that Vlad used. Who were about as competent at taking care of a baby as the three fairies were in Maleficent.

Danny stole all information about the clone — how he was made, what Vlad did. Everything.

Turns out, the baby was more Danny’s son than he was a clone. Vlad had somehow rubbed two braincells together hard enough to have an epiphany of some sort. Rather than use Danny’s unstable DNA to make a clone from scratch, he used Danny’s DNA and an unnamed girl his age to make him.

(Safe to say, Danny was seriously creeped out.)

He also, somehow, figured out why Eli came out as Danielle rather than Daniel. It was the same reason that Danny’s suit went from white to black and his hair black to white when he went ghost. It was the ectoplasm’s weird inverting properties. Vlad had tried to make a male clone, but the ectoplasm he used inverted to make a girl. So, he tried the same thing, and instead tried to make a girl. The ectoplasm made the baby girl into a baby boy.

He had also, Danny seriously bet it was unintentional, somehow made the baby completely, utterly human. Well, almost completely human. The little boy was liminal in the same way Jazz was, with the minuscule changes to match. Sharper canines, a small ghostly sense, and eery eyes.

All in all, the baby was useless to Vlad. He didn’t have the powers Vlad wanted. Which Danny bet dollar to dollar was the biggest drawback to the egomaniac.

Well, what one crazed maniac found useless, Danny found he adored. It didn’t take long to dispatch the vultures, and Danny found himself hovering over the baby’s crib, unsure of what to do as the little boy’s bright blue eyes stared up at him with innocent wonder. He didn’t even know to fear strangers yet.

“Hello,” he said softly, and lowered his feet to the floor, changing back from ghost to human. “I’m Thomas.” He’d developed a weariness to his original name after Dan, and after his disownment, disliked it entirely.

The baby latched onto Danny’s finger with a gurgle, and that was it. Close the book, the end. Danny’s heart squeezed itself in his chest, a low coo trapped itself in his throat. And with hands that had never held something so small before, he picked him up.

“I bet he was gonna name you Daniel, wasn’t he?” He asked, trying to remember what the safest way to hold a baby that couldn’t keep its head up was. He cradled the baby to his chest. “He’s crazy. Don’t worry, I’ll take you with me.”

The baby just stared up at him, one chubby hand crushing his shirt. Danny couldn’t help but smile, now he knew why people always got so mushy around babies. There was so much to love about them. “I’ll come up with a better name.” He said, and walked away from the crib — there was probably something in Vlad’s lab that helped the baby. Some kinda diaper bag or something?

As he looked, he wracked his head for names. As well as that, he tried to think about what to do moving forward. The baby wasn’t like Eli, who was independent enough that she traveled the world and did whatever she wanted. He was a baby. Tiny, vulnerable, dependent. And legally, he didn’t exist.

“Why don’t I call you Bruce?” He said aloud, looking back down to the baby. Bruce. He liked the name. Bruce just looked up at him, and then tried to eat his shirt.

Danny didn’t think it was possible to fall in love so fast. “Okay, Bruce it is then.” He was smiling ear to ear. “Hi, Bruce.”

He found a diaper bag soon enough, it was near Bruce’s crib, tucked on it’s side under a chair. Danny slung it over his shoulder, switched forms, and flew out of the mansion

…

First thing to know about taking care of babies; it was hard. Danny flew miles from Vlad’s house, intangible and invisible, before he finally stopped at a gas station. He switched back, and then called Jazz

Who… immediately tore into him for making such a reckless, impulsive choice to go willingly into Vlad’s house

(Eli was a snitch)

(But not a big enough snitch apparently, she left the surprise baby to Danny to talk about)

And after the subsequent tearing into, Danny told her about Bruce

“What are you gonna do with him?”

“I’m not sure. I can’t just *leave* him. He’s so small Jazz.”

“Are you gonna keep him with you little brother?”

“…”

“…Just until I can figure something out.”

“I’ll send you some articles about taking care of babies then.”

Danny undeniably gets attached

He swore he’d figure something out by the end of the week. One week stretched into two. Two stretched to a month. And then a few months. And then Bruce was learning how to crawl, and he was babbling.

And he was just as attached to Danny as Danny was to Bruce.

Danny was all the way northeast by then, finding himself in Gotham. He was seventeen now, almost an adult in the eyes of the law. He was going to stay a week, if even that long, in Gotham.

And then he saved an eccentric elderly couple from being mugged. And by the end of the week he was staying in the elusive Wayne Family Manor as a special guest.

The Waynes were childless. They’d had tried for years to get a son, until eventually they gave up on it. But if you looked at their younger portraits, you’d think Danny was theirs by birth.

Days turned to weeks to months to nearly a year. And then more. Bruce was walking now, and he called Danny ‘daddy’ and he was still just as clingy as he was when he was on bottles.

Danny adored him.

And the Wayne couple were so kind to him. Danny had waited for weeks for the other shoe to drop. Nobody this rich was this kind, at least not anyone that Danny had encountered besides Sam, and Sam’s family were guppies in a pond compared to the behemoths that were the Waynes.

There was no other shoe drop. The Waynes never expected anything from Danny other than he ate well and slept well and that he stay as long as he like. They didn’t force him into attending anything, not their rich people parties or events, nothing. They bought him clothes and let him decorate his room, and spoiled Bruce positively rotten.

Danny quietly, where no one but his thoughts could hear, started to think they were better parents than the ones who gave birth to him. It changed things.

On Danny’s eighteenth birthday, the Waynes gifted him adoption papers. Danny couldn’t have grabbed his pen faster.

Danny Fenton became Thomas Nightingale, and Thomas Nightingale because Thomas and Bruce Nightingale.

Then, finally, Thomas and Bruce Nightingale became Thomas and Bruce Wayne.

#dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton #bruce wayne #dc x dp au #i feel like i should EXPLICITLY add #that danny is Not The Ghost King #respectfully i have grown to Hate that headcanon #so any form of danny phantom posts i make they will NOT be ghost king aus #i’ve been rotting over this idea for the last two day and im making it the website’s problem now #on another note too if I ever write this Danny will be almost exclusively called ‘Thomas’ the entire time #he changed his name dangit #danny met baby bruce and went ‘oh mine now ig’#but i’ve been listening to Hozier’s ‘blood upon the snow’ from God Of War Ragnarok for the last two days straight #And this is its product #also if anyone wants to talk to me about this au in dms let me know im STARVING of people to talk to about dpxdc #danny ‘thomas wayne’ fenton au #better name to follow

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strawberryspence · 1 year

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Part 1 / Part 2 (please read part 1 first)

Robin Buckley finds birthdays weird. The first one you ever have, all the people around you celebrate while you don’t understand anything. You don’t remember much of the next few ones, maybe your seventh, your eighth.

Robin’s favorite birthday from her childhood is her twelfth. It’s nothing special. But she remembers the day so clearly, her friends, grandparents and parents singing in the park as she blows out candles. She remembers playing at the park for the rest of the day with her friends and this one boy. Golden hair, brown wide eyes, and a toothy smile. She remembers telling him it’s her birthday and she remembers the boy softly singing three lines of Happy Birthday as her other friends play in the background. Robin watches him make a flower crown with daisies, before offering it to her, as a birthday present. Robin takes a few daisies, tucks it into his brown hair. Before he leaves, Robin asks him to keep the daisies, to remember her by, and Robin keeps the remnants of the flower crown tucked in an old book somewhere.

Robin’s best birthday ever is her nineteenth birthday. It’s the first of her birthdays that she and Steve celebrate together as bestfriends. Steve makes a big deal out of it. He bakes a chocolate cake, garnished with shaved chocolates on top just the way she likes it. Steve drives them to Indianapolis, takes her to her favorite stores, buys her a tiny rainbow pin and tucking it in her jean jacket with the softest smile. He buys one of his own, tucks it in the sleeve of his ridiculous wine red sweater.

They go home, and at home Steve shows her his room. He’s shy, doesn’t even want to show her. His room, even with dull and colorless wallpaper has never been dull when Steve Harrington is in it. But tonight, it’s filled with the brightest fairylights, stringed around the room, turning it into the smallest and most wonderful wonderland.

“It’s the closest thing to Paris I have right now.”

Because Paris is Robin Buckley’s dream destination. Because Steve Harrington knows her, like the back of his hand. Because Steve Harrington is his soulmate.

There Steve sings her a soft, quiet Happy Birthday and asks her to make a wish. They sit in bed all night, eating the cake with two forks in the same plate, wearing ridiculous party hats, as the lights surround them.

“Someday, we’re going to Paris, watch the lights, and eat some ridiculously expensive cake.” Steve announces.

Robin laughs, “All right. It’s a deal, Dingus.” She playfully puts out her pinky, and Steve laughs, looping his pinky into hers.

Steve gives her his gifts, an old pocket book for touring Europe and a black denim jacket, with sherpa collar. It has patches sewn all over it, carefully choosen and sewn together.

“Dude, did you make this!?” Steve laughs, shaking his head, no. “Well, I didn’t do everything. But I did this.” He takes the coat, flipping it inside out. In the right chest, just above the pocket is a rainbow sewn in patch.

“Steve.” She chokes out, hand shaking as she gently caresses the patch.

Steve smirks at her, “If you need anything, you will find the key here.”

Robin laughs, “Stop being so creepy!”

They laugh.

It’s Robin’s best birthday ever.

It’s Robin Buckley’s first birthday with Steve Harrington.

It’s Robin Buckley’s last birthday with Steve Harrington.

Her schmuck, her bestfriend, her soulmate, her Steve. Just gone.

All she has left is money, clothes and a box she can’t even fucking open.

She storms his closet, greedy for anything that had even the smallest hint of his smell, that ridiculous hairspray and some kind of fucking wood that she can’t name. She takes a box out, takes that ridiculous yellow sweater he threw at Eddie. The same sweater they went back for, the same one he cried over, the same one he was clutching as he admitted feeling that hint of electricity with Eddie. She sees the denim vest neatly folded in the bottom of his closet, and Robin knows she needs to give it to Dustin or Wayne or to anyone but she shucks it to the box. She takes his letterman jacket, takes the stripes polo she always made fun of, took some of his old Hawkins shirts, she knows she can’t take everything. Max and Dustin and Erica would want some, but she wants everything she can take, anything that has a smidge left of Steve Harrington. She wants— no, she needs it. Because her bestfriend is just gone.

The moment her hand furls against the familiar fabric, tears fills her eyes. Robin has cried so much in the last twenty-five days that she should be empty, she should be all cried out. But the moment her hand touches the wine red sweater, she breaks, her knees buckling as she falls to the floor with a thud. She touches the sleeves, and something prickly touches her, she knows what it is. But the sight of the raindow pin still tucked in the sleeve makes her scream, a scream stuck between a sob and a wail, as she hugs the sweater closer, Steve’s ridiculous fucking perfume sweeping her nostrils.

“I can’t fucking believe you, Steve Harrington!” She sobs, she hears the door swinging open, and she’s not even sure who’s comforting her, who’s hugging her, but they’re also shaking, chest sobbing. Robin crumples the sweater to her chest, as close as she can as if it’ll squeeze out the essence of her bestfriend.

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this without you, please, Steve."

Robin has never cried harder, she’s exhausted, her throat is hoarse, she hasn’t slept in the last twenty-five days and someone is holding her.

If she squeezes her eyes shot hard enough, holds the sweater close enough to smell and imagine. It’s just another day, just another day, she just woke up with a the worst nightmare and Steve is holding her in his familiar arms, lulling her back to sleep, to safety with his warmth.

Robin blacks out. It’s the first night she slept all through the night since Steve Harrington died.

Robin’s twentieth birthday is quiet. The kids, Nancy, Jon and Argyle baked her a cake. It’s not chocolate, but it tasted good. They sing, and Robin acts like she’s making a wish. She doesn't have the heart to tell them that no amount of candles, or birthday wishes, can ever bring back her wish. They watch more than three movies at the Wheeler basement, eat junk, eat cake and laugh, like there aren’t missing holes in their lives.

When the time comes, they all go home. Robin goes home, hangs her black denim jacket on the wall, and just like the days before the box on top of her desk taunts her. She hasn’t opened it yet, not that she knows where the key is. Her bestfriend only decided to be cryptic when he’s already six feet under the ground. Once, Dustin saw it and smiled at her, some kind of understanding flashing in his face, “You haven’t opened it too, huh?”

“How do you want me to open this, you fucking Dingus?” Robin whispers, shaking the box.

A thud makes her turn around, the hook where her jacket was hooked fell of the wall, leaving a dent and a few holes on the wall. Robin squints at it, the hook has been there since she was a child and has never went loose. She slowly moves closer to take the jacket off the floor, when she catches glimpse of the embroidered rainbow patch.

She smiles at it, slowly caressing it, and as if he’s just behind her, a whisper of voice in the back of her mind, “If you need anything, you will find the key here.”

“You fucking weirdo.” Robin laughs, tears starting to fill her eyes as she ransacks her room for a seam ripper. When she finds one, she’s laughing like a maniac as she tears a small part of it, not intending to remove the whole patch but just enough to take the key out. Robin squeezes just enough for the key to fall out. And there it is, in her hands, a small golden key.

She scrambles to reach for the box, falling to the floor as she tries to reach for it. She sits on the floor, criss-crossed as her hands shake and tears falls from her eyes. She opens the box.

It’s filled with white envelopes. A small note clipped on the lid:

If you’re opening this, I am sorry. I promise I am with you for every birthday. I tried my best to do as many as I can.

You are my soulmate, Robin Buckley. Maybe in some other universe, I will spend birthdays with you since day one. For this one, I hope this will do.

Happy Birthday. I love you.

- Dingus.

P.S. Go to Paris for the both of us, huh? Buy the most ridiculously expensive chocolate cake you can find.

Robin thumbs over the envelopes, numbering from 20 to 90. With shaky hands, she reaches for 20, gingerly opening it.

It’s a hallmark card, with three ice creams on the front. CONE-GRATULATIONS! It’s your birthday!

Robin chuckles as she opens it, her bestfriends familiar handwriting scribbled on the white card.

Happy 20th, Buckley! I hope to God you don’t get to read this card! I want to be there for your 20th and I sure as hell will be there!

In the off chance that you’re reading this, fuck, I am sorry. I must’ve done something stupid. I am sorry we don’t get to spend more birthdays together. I will be with you through a card every year.

I am so glad you were born, I was nothing without you.

Love you, Robs. Happy Birthday!

— Your schmuck, Steve Harrington

“And I am nothing without you, Steve Harrington.” She gasps, holding the card to her chest, sobs rocking her body as she slips into the red sweater she wears to bed every night.

She hasn’t washed it once and it barely smells like him anymore. She wonders when she’ll forget how he smelled like, wonders if she’ll ever find the perfect candle that smells just like him so she can light it up anytime she needs it, wonders if they’ll ever discontinue the Farrah Fawcet spray she uses in her hair even though she doesn’t need it.

Robin falls asleep with a card clutched in her hand and a sweater that barely smells like her bestfriend anymore.

Robin’s twenty-sixth birthday is when she finally goes to Paris.

She leaves everything in the hotel but the old pocket book Steve gave her and her 26th birthday card.

She buys the most expensive chocolate cake she can find, asks for two forks and finds a sit just in front the bright Eiffel Tower.

She opens her card, laughs, cries, and thinks about what Steve could have been doing beside her right now. Golden hair, brown wide eyes, and toothy smile, in a wine red sweater and a scarf around his neck.

She eats her cake. It’s good. But the best chocolate cake she’s ever had was in a bed, in a bedroom filled with lights, eaten with two forks in one plate.

She clutches her coat closer, the wine red sweater keeping her warm, like it always has in the past six years.

She opens the forgotten pocket book. The one Steve gave her on her nineteenth birthday. She’s never opened it, never wanted to face the fact that she’s going alone. The cover is battered, the pages yellowing as she flips the book slowly.

A single piece of picture falls from it. It lands face down. Robin can recognize the handwriting from anywhere.

“This is 12 year old Steve in front of the Eiffel Tower! In a few years, it’ll be you and me! Happy nineteenth birthday, Robs! P.S. Don’t mind the flower! I got it from a friend! Didn’t want to remove it because it’s really old and dry.”

Robin flips the picture, and there he was. Golden hair, brown eyes, and toothy smile. The same boy she played with, but in front of the same tower she’s in front of right now.

A single dried daisy is taped on the corner.

Robin laughs, smiling with tears at the picture.

Way before they both realized, way before they even properly met, way before they scooped ice creams together, way before blood and drugs made them close.

Way before everything, there were two kids, who played together in a park, daisies weaved into their hairs.

Robin Buckley spent her favorite birthday, her best birthday, and will continue to spend the rest of her birthdays with her soulmate.

Because even beyond the grave, her soulmate will never let her celebrate alone.

Steve Harrington will be there, one way or another.

(again, i am very sorry. if it helps u feel better i can barely see through the tears while writing this)

#wine red sweater is the sweater steve was wearing when he dropped of dustin to the snow ball #stobin forever <33333 #my favorite platonic soulmates.#dae writes #daeheadcanons #stranger things headcanons #stranger things fic #stobin headcanon #stobin my favorite platonic soulmates #platonic stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #steddie headcanon #steddie #stranger things #tw major character death #tw mcd

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suyacho · 9 months

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☆ SOUYA SCENARIOS

just fluffy scenarios for (maybe hopelessly romantic) souya

content warnings: fem!reader - very fluffy - cursing - crushing & being lovers - maybe ooc - mostly headcanons - reader walking down the isle in a dress - use of the nickname angel - no beta - 1k words or so

note: very random souya brainrot popped up so here we are, also as a little thank you for the chibis @/sohya 🫶 it's just a few hcs and two scenarios hehe

souya who ends up needing your notes in class because he’s staring at you and lost in his thoughts for too long without realizing.

“Hey Souya?” you smiled sweetly, waving in front of his face and getting him out of his trance, a faint blush quickly covering his face. “Huh– yes?” he answered, still slightly being out of it.

“Class is over.” you laughed and that’s when Souya looked around him, realizing the class was mostly empty, everyone already left for lunch break. He didn’t realize until now how lost he was in his thoughts and how fast time passed like this, he really couldn’t help himself. Concentrating was hard when you were hard and of course, it was his own problem, he had nothing but his “small” crush on you to blame. It was like you were dancing in his mind all the time.

“Oh shit– sorry I must’ve dozed off.” Souya apologized, looking at his empty notebook, slapping himself mentally, knowing he really needed this class to pass. “It’s fine, are you okay though?” you asked, genuine worry laced in your tone.

What were you, an angel?

“I am, I just— really needed the notes for this class.” he sighed, packing his bag already, feeling bad he was taking up your lunch time. “I have them if you’d like?” you suggested, handing him the notebook with a warm smile.

“Yes please. I uhm, if you’re fine with it of course?” Souya laughed to cover up his nervousness. Could he do anything else besides embarrass himself in front of you? You must do this for everyone so it wasn’t a big deal, you were just a really kind person.

“Well obviously I am, otherwise I wouldn’t have mentioned it.” you reassured him, smiling once Souya grabbed the notebook. What he failed to realize is that you never gave anyone your notes, just Souya.

“Enjoy your lunch Souya.”

souya who full on cries when you walk down the aisle, he can’t believe how breathtaking you look and that he finally gets to marry you after all this time.

The song you picked to walk down the aisle played through the speakers and Souya immediately recognized it, smiling to himself at your pick. He knew from the song that you were about to enter anytime, his heart skipping a beat as he nervously tapped his feet. The day he had been dreaming of ever since he laid his eyes on you, finally becoming true.

“Take a breath man, you look like you’re about to pass out.” Nahoya joked, playfully slapping Souya and snapping him out of his trance.

“I’m just nervous.” Souya mumbled, nervously glancing at the door and taking a deep breath when the doors opened.

“Well man up, there they comeee~” Nahoya teased him, giving him a pat on his back, a big smile plastered on his face, happy to see his twin brother finally get married.

Everything feels like it disappeared from earth the second Souya laid his eyes on you, holding the bouquet as you walked down the aisle with the biggest smile ever. Tears already streaming down his face as the realization slowly kicked in. You looked breathtaking, Souya couldn’t believe you were actually his forever now.

“Hi Souya.” you giggled as you finally stood still in front of him, gently reaching out to his face to wipe his never ending tears off. “Hey Angel..” Souya spoke, his voice a bit shaky. “You look beautiful.” he complimented you, your gentle touches and smile calming him down.

“And you look handsome.” you smiled, grabbing his hands as the wedding officiant started speaking. The two of you listened carefully, repeating after the officiant and doing your separate speeches while shedding some more tears along the way. The realization finally kicking in for the two of you, happiness shining on both your faces.

“You may seal your marriage with a kiss.” the officiant spoke lastly and you could swear your heart was beating in your throat.

“May I?” Souya asked sweetly and you nodded, closing your eyes as he gently cupped your cheeks, closing the distance between the two of you. You wrapped your arms around him as you deepened it, your feelings being all over the place. Feeling butterflies like the first time you had ever kissed Souya, it felt like you were the only two people on this earth in this moment.

The kiss which started a new chapter in your lives.

HONERABLE MENTIONS

souya who asks nahoya on advice before he finally confesses to you after having a moment of doubt before actually proceeding with it.

souya who gets you the cutests gifts ever or something you had your eyes on for a little and don’t end up getting, he knows what you want and surprises you with it.

souya who listens to you talk in a big group at a party, even when the rest isn’t listening and you’re about to go quiet. he has his eyes glued on you and smiles at you, basically telling you he’s listening.

souya who tells you about his favorite shojo mangas, not thinking you’d ever read them yet being extremely shocked when you do, because he imagines you two being like that one day.

souya who does silly little trends with you, one of them being the trend with lipstick marks all over your partner's face.

souya who takes pictures of anything that reminds him of you and sends them to you. he also takes pics of a gift you got him on all of his road trips.

souya who takes you on the best dates ever, secretly being hopelessly romantic and loving every single moment with you.

souya who purposely leaves his clothing hanging around at your place so you’ll “steal” his clothes and wear them. he loves seeing you in his clothes.

souya who proposes on a picnic, by using your fav artists vinyl, customizing it and making it so the text inside is what he wants to say because he’s scared he’ll mess it up from the nerves in the moment.

networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

#souya fluff #angry fluff #souya kawata fluff #kawata souya fluff #souya kawata hcs #souya hcs #angry hcs #snow writes; headcanons #snow writes; fluff #snow writes; drabbles

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oph3liatlou · 4 months

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hiiiii!!!!! i had this idea for a coriolanus snow x p fem!reader inspired by the bridge from "maniac" by conan gray, like they were this power couple before the games and then everything goes to shit bc of the events in the movie and when he comes back the reader has already accepted what happened and blah blah u know what i mean? up to you if you want them to end up together in the end or not, the only thing though no smut bc idk makes me uncomfortable, ty!

u can also completely ignore this btw 🧍‍♀️

— WANT YOU

pairing(s) - epilouge!coriolanus snow x emotionally distant!female reader

word count - 954 words

warnings - manipulation (come on it's canon), angst,

proofread? - yes

note from author - dw no smut 🥱

summary - you and coriolanus had been in a relationship for as long as you had been at the capitol academy, but the events of the games ruin that.

You never thought you'd see that young man again. Not after he left you for Lucy Grey. You hated him for it. At first, you thought it was just a ploy to help her survive the games - something the cameras would like. You could accept that part. But his feelings for her turned real, and that hurt you.

Then out of nowhere, he was back in the Capitol - no Lucy Grey alongside him. There was something about Coriolanus that drew you to him, still. That old magnetism mixed with newfound hatred. You hated him for hurting you, your pride wounded and your heart broken. But at the same time, you couldn't deny the spark of attraction was still there.

You still couldn't believe he was back in the Capitol. Something must've happened, you knew him too well - he wouldn't have left District 12 or, Lucy Grey. You watched him as he walked towards you, down one of the staircases in the Capitol building. You turned your head on instinct, hoping he didn't spot you.

Coriolanus's steps were steady as he walked down the staircase, his platinum hair shining in the dim light of the building. He was looking right toward where you were standing, as he got closer you noticed a familiar look in his eyes - pain, anger, and...desperation.

You were frozen - with the ghosts of your past. You knew he was coming towards you, the man who broke your heart. You felt as if the world was spinning too fast for you to hold onto. Coriolanus continued to walk directly towards you, his face a storm of emotions. When he reached where you were directly standing he stopped directly in front of you, his cold eyes looking deep into yours.

You didn't speak, you couldn't find the words to. Part of you wanted to hug him - but the strongest part of you wanted to yell at him for hurting you the way he did. The Capitol taught you to be respectful of everyone - for media purposes, but with him - you couldn't.

He remained silent also, his eyes searching your face for some answers. His emotions seemed to be at war with each other - anger, regret, longing, and...was that guilt? His stare was steady but you couldn't help feeling that there was something deeper in his eyes, something hidden beneath his surface.

You shook your head at him - you didn't want to speak, nor acknowledge the history between the two of you. Neither of you wanted to speak a word. Coriolanus took a step closer to you, closing the distance between you. His eyes kept searching your face, his gaze so cold you felt as if you were being stripped bare from his gaze alone. Then he reached up and touched your cheek gently, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes.

You flinched back at his touch - backing yourself into one of the Capitol pillars. If anyone had seen you, they would've just assumed the two of you were having a conversation. His eyes were still intent on your face, his expression still a mix of emotions. He remained silent for a few seconds before finally speaking. "I would like you back."

You found yourself scoffing at his request - trying to break away from his caressing grasp on your face. "You have the audacity to say that - when you left me." You stated harshly. Coriolanus didn't react to your angry response, and instead just tightened his grip on your face, pulling you closer to him. "I had to leave you for Lucy-Gray. It was the only way to keep her alive in the games. It broke my heart doing that to you."

You laughed loudly shaking your head at him again. "If you were only trying to keep her alive - you wouldn't have purposely put yourself in District 12 when you got sent off." You glared at him. "You left me because you fell for her."

Coriolanus looked deep into your eyes - staying calm as he spoke. "It wasn't real. I was playing a part, I was just trying to help her win the games. But after she won and everything settled down, I realized that I never really loved her. I love you and I want you back."

He had never said those words to you before. The words you always wanted him to say but, never came from his mouth. I love you. But, it was too late now. You shoved past him. "You can try and manipulate me like you used to - but it's not going to work on me anymore."

Coriolanus's eyes narrowed as you shoved past him, but he made no attempt to stop you from leaving. "I'm not trying to manipulate you," he said, his voice remaining cold even though he had never been so emotionally vulnerable. "I'm being honest. I hurt you. I left you when I should have given you the world, but I've changed and I'm asking for your forgiveness."

You stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him over your shoulder. "You're right - you have changed. You used to be kind - but now you're nothing like the man I fell in love with." You took one last look at him and left.

Coriolanus started at the empty space where you had just stood for a long time - your words cutting him deeply. He had expected you to be angry - he had even expected you to want to hurt him, the way he had hurt you. He remained where he stood, his mind racing with all of the emotions and memories that flooded his mind. Flooded with his past memories of you.

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#writing #reqs open #request #oneshot #headcanon #the hunger games #hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x lucy gray #district 12

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darkcrowprincess · 6 months

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snowbaird au:

I like to personally headcanon that Coriolanus is mentally ill. Where Snow ends up in asylum and Lucy ends up visiting him through out their whole lives, seeing each other grow old, maybe not always together but whenever they can be. Maybe Lucy even has his child. Then Grandchildren. And after every visit he gives her roses. He still grows roses and gives her one and she keeps every single one.

Basically Lucy Gray and her mentally ill murderous beast of a husband.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

#my thoughts #headcanons #my writing #a ballad of songbirds and snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #snowbaird #coriolanus x lucy gray #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #lucy gray and her mentally ill murderous beast of a husband #a beast surrounded by roses

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tinfairies · 1 year

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general reaction to GoT characters: surprise kisses >:)

Absolutely loves them, kisses their lover back and holds them in a hug. Comes to expect them, and when they go too long without a surprise kiss they think they've done something wrong.

Robb, Sansa, Joffrey, pre-ramsay!Theon, Yara, Margaery, Ramsay, Oberyn, Tormund

Can take them or leave them. Is more happy with seeing how their beloved lights up and runs to give them a kiss, than the actual kiss itself.

Ned, Cat, Arya, Tyrion, Daenerys, Gendry, post-ramsay!Theon, Podrick

Please not in public. Will gladly accept them in private, but they have a reputation to either uphold or keep hidden. Loves the kisses they get behind closed doors, away from prying eyes.

Jon, queen!Sansa, Tywin, Cersei, Jaime, Brienne, Roose, Sandor, Melisandre, Jaqen, Stannis, Petyr

#game of thrones x reader #game of thrones headcanon #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones #got imagine #got headcanons #got x reader #Got #jon snow #daenerys targaryen #robb stark #Fluff #General Reactions #Tin writes

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pinkestmenace · 5 months

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Thoughts on Dark Meta Knight

A continuation of 'Thoughts on Shadow Kirby'. This is a long one!

TL;DR: I first talk about his relation to Taranza and Sectonia, then comes the fic I 'accidentally' wrote, then I talk about his (mirror) abilities and relation to Meta Knight (or rather, his inherited memories.)

Have you ever noticed how whenever people talk about the whole Dark Meta Knight/Dimension Mirror/Taranza/Corrupted Sectonia issue, it's always "Taranza must hate DMK so much!" and never "DMK must hate Taranza so much!" or even "Why did Joronia/Sectonia keep a magical mirror that clearly oozed bad vibes?" (Note: I'm neither saying Taranza is a poor uwu boy who did nothing wrong nor that he is evil incarnate. He didn't know DMK was in there nor that the mirror had lingering corruption. I am however saying he was a fool for stealing an important magical artifact! All three were hurt here.) I mean, come on. Sectonia is an individual with agency. You're telling me she just placidly accepted this whole situation and only gets to serve as an "Evil queen needs to die!" and "Woe is Taranza, his beloved is dead!" plot device? She could have been corrupted/replaced by her own reflection! Maybe she was as interested in studying DMK/this weird danger orb in 'her' mirror as he was in corrupting her.

That is, if he did corrupt her. Who's to say he wanted that? Or had the ability to, other than by speaking? We've heard nothing about him having corrupting magic. Besides, what would he gain from it? Sectonia could've already been somewhat unhinged before she got the mirror and this was just the beginning of a domino effect. Remember, the mirror you fight him in in Triple Deluxe seems to be the one that was in the middle of the Central Circle, not the entrance of the Mirror World. That's the one Dark Mind was hiding out in and judging by how destroyed it still looks inside it's also the most likely place for any corruption to linger. (Luckily for the other inhabitants, I'd say. Not so lucky for him or poor Shadow, who in DMK's absence was likely left alone to defend the Mirror World and therefore grew more agressive like we see him in other games. He had no allies and no choice but to learn to fight.) I think that Shadow spawned when Kirby first entered the mirror, but DMK was likely around at least a little longer than that, judging by how he seems to have a pretty good grasp on his abilities already.

So. Since Triple Deluxe is clearly inspired by fairy tales, (Consider the Dreamstalk/beanstalk, a palace in the sky and a wicked beauty-obsessed queen with a literal magic mirror!) why not spin a little tale of our own?

I want you to imagine being Dark Meta Knight for a moment.

Mirror, Mirror, From the Sky — Who's the Wickedest and Why?

Once upon a time a dark force secretly infested your world. Depending on how long you've been around, you either spawned as a flawed clone, or you got to feel yourself being corrupted. You may not even know who you are, other than what the wisps of your inherited memories and skills tell you. Either way, the heydays of good fortune, friends and fair weather are nothing but a burning memory to you.

Dark Mind, the force calls itself and it takes an interest in you, since it could use a strong henchman. Now you have this flaming eyeball breathing down your neck, playing at being your master and ordering you around. Tsch. Do you dance like a pathetic little puppet? Do you plead with it using the fancy words you find on your tongue, but did not learn yourself? Do you obey to save your own skin, or resist and risk having your mind broken and hollowed out further? Do you have it in you to become a double agent? You are a scared toddler who only just learned how to walk. You are a hardened knight who has no patience for this. The armour you wear shows traces of battles you haven't fought. You cling to it in preparation for what's to come.

It sends you to go remove some obstacles. A pink child and your own doppelganger. Fueled by bitter resentment and childish petulance you dare to bend your orders just slightly. Rather than rend the child into pieces, you refract him into four. Rather than sending your doppelganger back to his maker, you lock him in with yours and break the mirror to prevent his escape. (As well as Dark Mind's escape, that is.) Your master is angry. That's fine. You're already wrong and broken and don't give a crap.

Eventually the child and his refractions fix and enter the mirror and your master gives you an ultimatum. Twice it told you to get rid of the brat and twice you have failed! Now, to prove your loyalty you must put your life on the line. Beat the brat. At any cost. Surrender is not an option! You shed the veneer and take out your frustration on the child. But he's too strong. You can feel your body give out! You remember how to beg. "Master, please, I can't take any more!" It's no use. Its fiery gaze scorches you, it widens the cracks in your mind and forces you to continue, miserable marionette that you are.

You shatter and your consciousness fractures. Where did you go so wrong? Why did this have to happen to you? What will become of that strange charcoal child you saw stalking you? You want to go home. That home isn't yours. What does your counterpart think? Like the allegory of the prisoners and the shadows on the cave wall you don't know more than what little you can infer. His flickering gaze is unreadable. There is no cave. You are the shadow. You have no idea what philosophy is.

??? days later you somehow wake up. You get your bearings. You're still in this ruined miniature dimension, but your master is gone. You're alone. Tsch. Figures the brat and your blue bastard of a counterpart would abandon you. What's wrong with them?! (What's wrong with you? Are you really that disposable? Maybe they didn't know you still had life left in you either. Did they mourn for you?) At least the mirror portal is right there. You'll go back to the Central Circle, find something to eat and then you'll plot your revenge against the world that failed to welcome you! You just have to step out...

...into a large bedroom. You look around. Fancy furnishings that would befit a palace. A breathtaking view of the rising sun, which drapes the room in purples and oranges. It hurts your eyes. You look down. A vanity? Where the Shards—

You don't get time to think before a piercing shriek rends the air. You look to your left and see a strange spider-like creature charging at you, wielding twin rapiers! You quickly leap out of the way and draw your own sword.

The woman stops in front of you, clad in a simple but refined silk nightgown, her four unoccupied hands balled into tight fists. She stares you down with her four front eyes. Is this spider as afraid of you as you are of her? She's Princess Joronia, you soon learn. She received the mirror as a gift.

She sympathises with you and offers you a cup of herbal tea to calm your nerves. You've never had tea, (not-you remembers the taste) but by the Mirror's mercy do you know you're thirsty! You accept it, if only to buy yourself time to figure out what's going on and come up with a way to escape with the mirror. The tea soothes you, although it has a strange aftertaste and Joronia's smile is gentle, if a bit too practised. Her gleaming upper eyes gaze patiently into yours. She doesn't drink. You're tired, so tired.

The next day you wake up inside the mirror and try to leave again. Joronia didn't seem so bad. Maybe you can convince her to let you return the mirror! You find it's been magically sealed.

"Oh, don't worry," says 'Joronia' through the glass, her eyes and smile just a little darker and haughtier than they were yesterday, "it's only a safety precaution until we get to know each other better." But months later she still hasn't let you leave with the mirror. Instead, she's been staring into it more and more, fussing endlessly over her make-up and increasingly ostentatious outfits. She laments to you as if you are nothing but a pet she can vent to freely. "Uhuhuhu~! Didn't I look simply unacceptable before? I just couldn't stand my dull reflection. Tell me how gorgeous I am! Then I might even feel generous enough to feed you."

You grow bitter. How trapped you are! Behind you is the ruined hellscape where you were broken and humiliated. In front of you is an increasingly deranged self-obsessed woman who you're forced to ingratiate yourself to for scraps. Tsch! You are caged and seething! The day you find the person who subjected you to this your sword will taste blood! Soon your vibe arsenic joins the maddening sulfuric stench that abhorrent eyeball left behind. Your mind and the mirror grow ever darker in a vicious cycle. It's been years. You yearn for sights you have only seen in dreams. You cannot die.

The reborn and remade Queen Sectonia doesn't care. She's too busy solidifying her power and enhancing her own grotesque beauty to pay attention to the machinations of naughty little strays. Your sharpened tongue pleases her just enough to spare you and coax out news of the outside world. You are her obedient pet. The keeper of her innermost secrets. More loyal than her advisor. You hone yourself and your blade when she's not looking.

So when Sectonia dies and the seal goes with her, you are ready. You don't care who's on the other side. You. Only. Want. REVENGE.

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Headcanon time!

I see DMK as leaning into using his mirror abilities, not so much because he wants to prove himself superior to Meta Knight, but because that's something only HE can do. Something he 'earned', not inherited. He wants to be the best at something without needing help.

When he spawned he already knew how to speak, move and wield his sword. Or rather, the second he attempted to do any of these things he 'remembered' how to do them.

Wouldn't it be funny and tragic if so much of his life consists of discovering skills he didn't know he had, that belong to someone who isn't quite him? What surprises will his memory give him today? Amnesiac roulette.

Imagine: he's just idly fidgeting with a sheet of paper and looks down to see he's accidentally folded a perfect little origami crane. He crushes the crane. Tsch. Another skill he didn't earn! (Later he secretly learns to fold something Meta Knight hasn't folded before, just so he can say he made the skill his own. He will deny this.)

He didn't know he had the ability to mend his cape. Yet when he found needle and thread his hands traced the movements with practised ease. He refuses to mend his cape and claims it fits his rough-and-tough aesthetic. (He collects scraps and quilts a cozy blanket for his hideout. He claims to have found it in the trash.)

He comes across a book in a language he has never seen before. He can read it! The contents make little sense to him. He tries writing, but discovers his handedness is opposite to Meta Knight's. Ink smudges his left glove as he adjusts. (It shouldn't matter. He's ambidextrous! Try as he might, he still cannot draw or write with his right hand.)

Infodump about memory function incoming! (TL;DR: there are several types of memories, some about life events, some about sensations or skills.) I hope I can explain this correctly using an example.

Imagine you're going for a stroll in the park. You don't have to think consciously about every movement you make because you already know how to walk. You decide where to go and your brain handles the details automatically. (Procedural memory. This is what let him immediately move and fight.)

You spot someone walking a dog. Your brain goes: "Dog!!!" You don't have to analyse every feature of the animal to know this because the holistic concept of "Dog" in your brain immediately lights up and couples it to the language part of you to remember the correct name. (Semantic memory. This let him recognise the world and understand speech.)

You consider petting it. Your hand experiences the ghost of fur underneath. It just stopped raining, so your nose anticipates the wet dog smell as well. (Sensory memory. He gets whiffs of sensations and tastes he hasn't experienced himself.)

You approach the dog. Suddenly you realise you've seen this dog before! It was last week and when you pet it wrong it snapped at you. You remembered a specific event. (Episodic memory. He didn't get this one and therefore doesn't remember Meta Knight's life. He has to puzzle out what his 'original' is like from the other remembered scraps he got.)

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