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space-ghost-with-the-most · 2 years

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i was reading your twins AU(WHICH IS AMZING BTW) and what if it was darker? Like their anger and rage and having to live inside the walls kind of overwhelms them and they go a tiny bit feral, like if canon camilo's description of bruno was accurate and it applied to all of them. Not to the point of like complete primal instincts but a tiny bit like, they'd actively try to show up in the casita at night when someone *might* see them and growls when someone does but then always get away before whoever it is actually identifies them and whisper-screech their resentments behind the walls when everyone's trying to sleep and it freaks everyone out. Idk i really like revenge stuff (˙◁˙)

Yall are absolutely deranged as hell... I'm here for it!

Okay but this is such a cool take on the au, I'm all for villain arcs. I'm legit a villain apologist on main because media make them so cool, so no surprise here that I am living for this!

At first they're the same, hiding behind the walls because they love this family and they can't bring themselves to leave or split up. The hunger they feel each night starts to get too much, and they don't know what to do. It only gets worse when Camilo and Mirabel get sick the third night in the walls. Bruno already feels a little bit of resentment after his fight with Alma, and how everyone reacted during Mirabel's ceremony, but it spirals into something deeper as he watches his mellizos get sick and go to sleep hungry.

Dolores is obviously there to help, she gives them Julieta's cooking and helps with their fevers. But she can't sneak food for them all the time, leaving Camilo to go get food for the family himself. I feel like his shifting would get a little warped here, he's a five-year-old stuck living in his family walls due to fear of what could happen to his sister. He's so angry all the time that anytime he shifts into anyone that isn't Bruno, Mirabel, or Dolores it always looks wrong. You can't tell at first, but if you look too closely a deeply unsettling feeling will worm into your gut and you feel like you need to run, right now. Everyone in the family learns to avoid the kitchen at night because you might run into a family member that gives you an off feeling and has the slightest glow to their eyes. He still steals things or rearranges things at night, so it becomes all the creepier of the years. (The family thinks Casita is cursed because Bruno and his children left, which does not help them since they can hear them.)

Mirabel is probably the angriest. You'd think it was Bruno, or Camilo but it's Mirabel. She's just such a caring and kind person, having to watch her Papa struggle with the thought of leaving for them or staying for the family, watching her Hermano grow thin because of his fast metabolism would piss her the hell off. She'd be mad on their behalf, and eventually on her own. Because she's in the walls, she can't get new glasses once she grows out of her old ones. Dolores can sneak them clothes, thread, and needles as much as she can but she can't explain why she'd go get glasses in town, everyone would know. So Mirabel has to grow up half-blind, parkouring the walls of her own damn home with her scorned family members. Isabela and Luisa swear up and down, something is glaring at them through the walls at night, catching squinting glowing eyes appearing one moment, gone the next.

If Bruno genuinely looked like Camilo's description, oh boy things are so worse for rat-man. A pale, 7ft seer, would scare the villagers so much more. He's obviously harmless, but once he got his growth spurt in his teens, they grew way warier. It only got worse when his visions "took a turn for the worse" (Bruno was kind of a 'gifted kid', and his vision were seen as a good thing for a while.) Luciana is still into him despite everything (bless my girl's heart) and of course here come the twins. Luciana's death is blamed directly on Bruno for being involved with her, which hurts. Luciana's parents don't believe that but the villager's words still hurt a lot. Most kids avoid the twins because their Bruno's kids and they don't understand why until their wall era. The villagers try to be nice to the twins but yeah they are still very wary of Bruno's kids, rumors will always be spreading.

When they end up disappearing after the gift ceremony they are in full support of never speaking of them again, not even for the Madrigal's sake, everyone in town was just creeped out by that branch. Villagers hear how the Madrigal Casita is haunted at night since their disappearance and the rumors only grow.

I don't know where else to go with this but damn did you give me horror ideas. I am a huge horror nerd, I will go crazy and write about them being horror icons if anyone wants me too tehee <3

I even drew about this the minute I got the ask, which is why it took me so long to reply.

(Camilo will always be a cursed menace in my heart. This is peak comedy.)

I gave them all animal familiars in the drawing, but they’d all probably have rats.

I initially just forgot to give Mirabel glasses but then I realized, she’d never have glasses if she went into the walls and damn that makes the good wall ending so sad </3

#encanto #encanto disney #disney encanto #disney #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #dolores madrigal #encanto au #papa of two au #papa with twins au #answered #evil bruno au #evil mirabel au #evil camilo au

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thatoneerin · 3 years

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"The thing that I built this nation for doesn't exist anymore! The th- the thing that I worked towards, doesn't exist anymore. It's over!"

Wilbur held onto the back of the wooden chair that stood in the middle of the stone room. He stared at the oak button, which seemed to be starring back at him

"Wil?"

A sudden voice snapped him out of his rant. A female voice. A voice that sounded a lot like-

"Kristin?"

Wilbur looked up to the doorway see none other than his own mother

"Wilbur, what are you doing?"

Kristin stood in the doorway, a blank but almost sad look on her face, her brows furrowed

"Wha- I- How? How- Why are you here? I- I don't remember you ever-"

"Wil, I got worried sick. I just wanted to make sure you're okay" She walked up to Wilbur, just now noticing how different he looked. His skin was turning a pale grey, and the bags under his eyes were a lot darker than she remembered

She took his hand in hers, noticing how cold to the touch he is "Kid, what has been going on with you?"

Wilbur swallowed hard. This is not what he was expecting today

"W- well, we- we just made Tubbo president, and- and, we won the war! We won the war, Schlatt's gone!"

Wilbur was quick to tear his hand away from his mother's, running it through his hair and putting his other hand on the back of the chair again, facing towards the wall the oak button was placed on

Kristin knew he wasn't okay, but she had no clue it was 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 bad. She crossed her arms and looked at Wilbur

"Uh huh. So if everything is all fine and dandy, then why did you stop sending letters? Then why is your skin so cold? Then 𝘸𝘩𝘺" She pointed to the button on the wall "is that there?"

Wilbur swallowed hard again and turned back around to look at her "Do you know-" He turned and motioned towards the button "what this is? Do you know what it does, Kristin?"

"Yeah, I do" She shifted her weight to one foot, giving her son a look of disapproval. You know the one that only parents can make? Yeah, that

"Have you heard t-the song on the walls, before?" He gestured all around him, to the words scribbled on the walls "Have you heard the song? I was just saying, I made this big point, and it was- um- that- there 𝘸𝘢𝘴 a special place where men could go, but there's- it's not there anymore- it's not-" Wilbur leaned on the wall, his arm above his head as he looked down

"But, it is there Wil," She dropped her arms and shifted her weight to be balanced again "You just won it back!"

"I- KRISTIN, I'M ALWAYS SO CLOSE TO PRESSING THIS BUTTON, KRISTIN"

Wilbur lashed out, whipping around to face his mother again

"I've been here like- seven or eight times, I've been here! Seven or eight times!"

Kristin jumped at the sudden shouting. Her face went from disapproval to shock in seconds flat, and Wilbur seemed to notice this, lowering his voice

"Kristin I've- I've been here so many times" He put his face in his hands then looked up again at the sounds of fireworks going off just outside the room they were standing in "They're fighting, they're fighting!" He gestured to the wall that was closest to the sounds

Kristin sighed then chuckled "And you want to blow it all up? Just like that?" She looked up at him, smiling sadly

Wilbur sucked in air through his teeth then sighed aswell "Yeah- yeah, I do. I really do. I think I-" He put his head in his hands again, leaning his back against the wall again. Right next to the button

"Shit, Wil, you fought limb from limb to get this your land back, and now you just want to blow it up?" Kristin gestured to the button with her hands before dropping them to her sides again

Wilbur dropped his hands to his sides as well, looking back up at Kristin "Kristin, I don't- don't know if the button works anymore, I could- I 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 press it-"

"Don't you 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 Wilbur" She was quick to cut him off "Don't even think about it. You fought 𝘴𝘰 hard to get your land back, and for what? For 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 son?! Only for you to go and blow it up?" She stepped closer to Wilbur looking straight up at him "Do you 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 want to take that risk? There is, presumably, a 𝘭𝘰𝘵 of TNT attached to that one button" She backed up from him, realizing she was a bit in his face

Wilbur turned away from his mother, looking down at the button

"Kristin... there was a saying, Kristin. Uh, by a traitor. Uhm, once part of L'manburg. A traitor, I don't know if you've heard of them, Eret?"

Kristin chuckled and crossed her arms again, looking at Wilbur "Yeah, I've heard of 'em."

Wilbur turned back around to her, looking at her with cold eyes

"He had a saying, mum"

Kristin was caught of guard. He hasn't called her mum in years. What-

He looked up at Kristin and smiled

"... It was never meant to be!"

He turned away from her and hit the button with his fist

Kristin gasped, her heart beating faster "Holy shit. Wil, you didn't-"

The next thing she knew, there was a loud bang, and she hit her head on the back wall of the room they were in from the force coming from the blast

After about 30 seconds of being stunned, she opened her eyes and looked up, seeing the outside of L'manburg. She gasped for air, the air being knocked out of her once she hit the wall

"Holy 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬!" She exhaled. She looked at Wil, still somehow standing where he was before, scorch marks on his clothes and, she assumed, skin

"Wil!" Her breathing was raged and she struggled to stand up. Damn her for not wearing any armor

"Wil, what the fuck?!"

She staggered next to him, regaining her health bit by bit. "It's gone, it's all gone"

Wilbur took a deep breath and swallowed

"MY L'MANBURG, MUM! MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY, FOREVER UNFINISHED!"

He spread his arms out, exclaiming out, it seemed, to himself more than anyone else. He whipped around to look at her "IF I CAN'T HAVE THIS, THAN NO ONE CAN MUM"

That's when she realized. Kristin wasn't dealing with her son anymore. No, this was someone she doesn't know. A deranged man who looks like her son, her sweet boy that she and Phil raised. God, what would Phil say right now?

"Kill me Kristin, Kristin" He took her hand and placed a diamond sword in it, wrapping her fist around it and pointing it towards his neck "𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦"

Kristin tore her hand away from his grasp, still holding the sword "I can't- 𝘠𝘖𝘜'𝘙𝘌 𝘔𝘠 𝘚𝘖𝘕! 𝘔𝘠 𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘍𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘏 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋!"

"KRISTIN, KILL ME!" He took her by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes. Wilbur didn't looked deranged anymore, no. He looked more dessprate than anything

She tore away from his grasp again

"NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO-"

Wilbur banged on the wall of what remained of the room they were in before before looking back at his mother

"Mum, this isn't- Like- Look, look!" He gestured to the group of people that gathered around the explosion "How much work went into this and it's gone?"

"WILBUR SOOT WATSON, YOU LISTEN TO ME" She threw the diamond sword down the hole the explosion made, planning for someone to grab it. She faced Wilbur with a pissed of expression

Wilbur seemed thrown off for a second, then shook his head

"Kristin, you don't understand the depth of this!-"

"NO, YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO ME. YOU ARE MY FLESH AND BLOOD, SOMEONE ME AND YOUR FATHER RAISED WITH OUR OWN BARE HANDS, WHO I WAS WORRIED SICK ABOUT BECAUSE YOU STOPPED SENDING ME LETTERS, SOMETHING YOU HAVE NOT MISSED FOR ANYTHING IN YEARS." She started to pace back and forth in the small floor space they had, with tears in her eyes "SO I DECIDE TO COME AND SEE IF MY SON HAS DIED AND NO ONE HAS TOLD ME YET. AND YET, HERE I AM, BEING BEGGED BY MY OWN KID To-...."

She stopped in her tracks and looked down and took a deep breath and breathed out a shakey breath

"To 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 him...?" She looked back up at Wilbur "I 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵"

"Wil I- I don't 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 what's happened between now and when you lived with me and your father, hell, since your father passed, but... I don't recognize you anymore. You're not my sweet boy who liked to cause trouble sometimes. And yes, I know that comes with growing up, but..." She stepped closer to Wilbur, setting her hand on his arm, only for him to rip away from her hand

"Wil, I-" She sighed, deciding to fiddle with her necklace "Son, I really don't know what's been going on with you, but 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴" She gestured to the giant hole in the wall "Isn't normal. Or good, in any way" She laughed sarcastically, looking out to the world. The group of people still gathered at the edge of the giant hole, their terrified faces boring into her. Her smile faltered, and she looked back at Wilbur

"Wil, I'm not promising anything will go back to the way it was. But just... talk to me, please? After that, you can decide to do whatever the hell you want, but... you should at least be able to talk to your mother"

Wilbur was silent, a look of contemplation, and almost confusion, on his face

"Kristin, I- You- you're not-?" He ran his hand through his hair "I don't get it! You're not angry at me in any way? Even for 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?!" He gestured to the giant hole in the wall, and seemingly, to the group of people "They sure as hell are! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺, want to see me dead! I destroyed their country, mum!"

"No, what you did was destroy land. Buildings, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, that can be re-built, son." She grabbed his forearms, taking them in her hands "You need help, kid. And I don't know if I'm the person to do it, but damnit, I can't sit by while I watch my son spiral into insanity." She then pulled him into a hug

"Let me help you, Wilbur"

That was it. That's what broke him

He broke down crying, hugging his mother back, grabbing onto the back of her shirt for dear life

They both ended up on the floor, with Wilbur crying and clinging to his mother like a child who got hurt, and Kristin holding him, rubbing circles into his back and crying silently to herself

Kristin finally had her son in her arms again. And she wasn't planning on letting go any time soon

#mcytumblr #dream smp #mumza #wilbur soot #smp!kristin au #erin's coven

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feeling-uncomfy · 3 years

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The final part of Mafia AU! Let's hope our bird boy gets out of this alive ;)

Fair warning, there is blood, fighting, torture (also referenced) and panic attacks mentioned in this part, so be cautious!

Hope you enjoy!

He lost him.

He lost his little brother– he was gonna kill someone. Hawks sat up and stared after them with wide eyes. Endeavor came by his side and said something to him. Hawks didnt care. "...where the hell is Dabi?" He looked up at Endeavor, who looked around the room. "....He's not here."

Hawks called it. He knew this was coming– "Fucking asshole!" He screamed and stood up. Where was this adrenaline two minutes ago?! "Fucking bitch! I'll kill him– I'm gonna murder him—" Endeavor put a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down–"

Hawks slapped his hand away. "Calm down?! You want me to calm down?" Endeavor didn't understand, this was his little brother at stake—

Fumikage-

All at once his anger left him, being replaced with a dark question. What were they going to do to him? Why did they want him-? Were they going to kill him?

What if they did? Hawks froze at the thought. If they did- what then? His little brother- his reason to live wouldn't be there anymore- what would he do? He couldn't protect him- he couldn't keep him safe and—

"Hawks." Endeavor was back, his hand on Hawks's shoulder. Hawks turned to him and glared. Endeavor didn't pause. "Hawks we have to go. This place isn't safe." Hawks hated that he agreed and left with him, thinking of only one thing.

He was going to kill Shigaraki, and every last one of the assholes that took his brother.

When Tokoyami came to, he was alone.

His vision was swimming and he couldn't lift his head up. What was *in* that stuff? He managed to sit himself up and he heard it. A scream.

He tensed. Who was that-? What was happening to them? Was he next-? The door opened and the screams bounced off the walls, making Tokoyami cringe. He glared at the person at the door, willing them to just leave him alone. Unfortunately, they didn't get the message and walked in. Grabbing him roughly by the arm, Tokoyami was dragged out and brought him down the hall.

Tokoyami was shoved into a room, and he tried to take in the details. Damn his blurry vision. He was sat down on a chair and he vaguely remembered what Hawks had said about this, and he strained his arms against the restraints as best he could while he was strapped in.

Tokoyami felt a hand grab his chin and his head was lifted up, and he was met face-to-face with someone... kinda crusty. Tokoyami glared up at them, not wanting to seem weak. The man just laughed and said something to the man tieing him down. They nodded and walked away to another table.

The man was speaking to him, but Tokoyami couldn't make it out, his ears just didn't want to cooperate. So in a blind panic, he blurted out: "If it's information you want, you won't get it from me." and he immediately regretted it, judging by the reaction of the adult above him.

The man laughed and turned to his companion, and Tokoyami's ears *finally* decided to work, and he heard a drill starting up. He froze, what the fuck had he gotten himself into-?

"If you had cooperated, we wouldn't have to do this." The stranger stood over him, and Tokoyami shivered. It was like his eyes stared into his soul- wait...

Tokoyami knew this man- he was... Shigaraki? Yeah- that was it, Hawks had told him about this man. The words he used specifically were "Deranged madman" aand said to avoid him at all costs. Well- guess that was off the table.

Shigaraki addressed him again. "So, you gonna give me what I want?" Tokoyami looked up at the man, and then to the drill by his arm, twirling at an inhuman speed and shook his head. "I won't do it." Tokoyami spat at him. He refused to tell this sphyco anything. Shigaraki clicked his tongue and turned away. "Fine then. Have it your way."

The drill dug into his arm, and Tokoyami screamed. Shigaraki just leaned on the door frame and laughed as the screams grew progressively louder. Tokoyami didn't know how long that drill was stuck in his arm, but he didn't care- he wanted it out and Shigaraki didn't seem to care. Shigaraki's companion drilled nails into Tokoyami's arm like he was a board of wood.

This continued for hours and Shigaraki had finally grew bored. "That's enough. For now anyways." He sighed and walked off, leaving Tokoyami alone with the crazy bastard. Tokoyami was dragged back to his room, tired and in pain.

He was dumped on the ground and the door slammed shut, leaving him alone in the dark. Tokoyami grabbed his bleeding arm and dragged himself over to the bed he woke up on and flopped onto it, wanting nothing more than to sleep. But his brain kicked into overdrive and thought of every bad outcome. Which unfortunately- there were a lot of.

Tokoyami didn't sleep well for the next few days. In fact, he lost track after day three when his counting was interrupted when he was given a roommate. Todoroki was thrown in, unconscious and clearly beaten up. Tokoyami panic levels went above and beyond. The normal anxiety attack was nothing compared to the panic attack he had that night.

Todoroki was awake and seemed fine, but Tokoyami couldn't relax. Not here. Todoroki found himself angry at nothing, which didn't help. They were a mess- trying to keep each other calm while trying not to freak out themselves.

When Dabi showed up- it was a train wreak. He walked in slowly, cautiously. Todoroki noticed him first and stood in front of Tokoyami and crossed his arms. Tokoyami noticed next and panicked slightly. Why was he here-? They weren't supposed to go through that for another hour–

Dabi tried to speak. "Hey- m'not here to-" Todoroki interrupted. "Get out. No one wants to see you right now." Todoroki was not in the mood to talk to someone who sold them out. Dabi faltered. "I know- but listen–" Todoroki cut in. "No! Get out!"

Tokoyami watched them dissolve into yelling and panicked more. They're voices started fading out and he stepped back. Dabi noticed. "Birdie-? You good?" Todoroki glared daggers at him. "Don't talk to him." Todoroki turned to Tokoyami. "Toko-?"

Tokoyami's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he collapsed to the ground. He didn't even hear Todoroki's question as he dropped. Todoroki caught him, and layed him down. "Tokoyami-?! Tokoyami wake up!" Dabi ran forward and moved Todoroki out of the way.

Todoroki glared and tried to push him away. Dabi didnt budge and looked down at Tokoyami. "...kid-? Tokoyami." He shook him slightly. Nothing. "Come on birdie don't drop yet..." Dabi muttered and shook him again. Todoroki looked at the door and gasped quietly.

Dabi froze. He turned slowly to see—

"Hawks!" Todoroki stood shakily and walked over. Hawks wasn't paying attention to him, his attention was on his little brother unconscious on the floor. "Move." Hawks said, sounding perfectly calm. Dabi tensed and stepped back, away from Tokoyami, who stayed limp.

Hawks kept a gun trained on Dabi and kneels down by Tokoyami. "Fumikage...?" Hawks shook him gently, only to get no reaction. He turned to Dabi. "What did you do to him?" Dabi backed away. "No- no I didn't do anything—" Hawks glared more. Todoroki looked between them and then down the hall, and had to dodge a bullet. "They know we're out-!"

Hawks cursed. "Alright." Hawks picked Tokoyami up gently and put the gun against Dabi's head. "Lead us out fucker or I'll blow your head off." Dabi nodded and started walking. Todoroki followed close behind, amazed that Hawks was taking this so seriously. Hawks kept a relentless pace, and moved his gun only to shoot people who get too close.

So at least twenty people.

They got upstairs, where most if not all the actual fighting was happening and it went to hell. Dabi was shoved aside and Hawks was tackled to the ground, sending Tokoyami into Todoroki. Tokoyami groaned and opened his eyes, waking up to blinding lights, yelling, and pain.

He was picked up effortlessly and carried off before he could even think about where the hell he was. Tokoyami squirmed and struggled as he was brought up a flight of stairs. The door to the roof was opened and the rain poured down. Shigaraki stood proud and grinned at him. Tokoyami struggled more and tried not panic.

The rain hammered down mercilessly as Shigaraki's face dropped. Hawks shoved the stranger over and Tokoyami was sent straight into Shigaraki and they fell down, next to a helicopter. Hawks and the stranger fought and Tokoyami was grabbed. He spotted a gun by his feet and for once, his head was empty. No extra thoughts to distract him.

He turned and shoves Shigaraki back with as much force as he can, but he's already fading out again. He lands hard and wheezes slightly, grabbing the gun next to him, and took aim. He froze when he saw Shigaraki stood over him, reaching out. He stared up and in his blind panic, all he could think of was "I'm not ready to kill this man" he was distracted. Again.

But when the hand grabbed his shoulder, he was startled out if his spiral and shot once. Blood splattered over Tokoyami's face, and Shigaraki gasped quietly before going still. He stared wide-eyed at Tokoyami, who stared back with a similar expression.

Hawks had the guy on the ground when a gunshot made him jump. "Fumi–!" Hawks turned and froze. Shigaraki had been shot through the head, dead centre. He dropped down on top of Tokoyami, who stared up, completely frozen. Shigaraki's head was resting just above Tokoyami's shoulder.

Shigaraki didn't even twitch. Hawks ran over and shoves the body off of Tokoyami. "Fumi-! Oh thank god- are you–?" Hawks got a good look at his brother's face. Tokoyami was staring blankly at his hands. Hawks understood immediately, and took the gun from him. "Fumi- it's-...." how could he explain this?

Tokoyami couldn't get it out of his mind, he just killed that man. He was a murderer- what was gonna happen-? Now what? He killed–

"...kage? Fumi you still there-?" Tokoyami jumped and looked at Hawks. Wait- Hawks? When did he get here? "...Keigo..?" Tokoyami looked up to see his brother standing over him. He nodded and smiles softly at him. He was here- he was here, which meant—

"Let's go home buddy- okay?" Hawks picked Tokoyami up again and walked away from the two bodies. Tokoyami could only nod and cling to him, blood sticking and drying uncomfortably on his face.

Later on, back at the apartment not even Endeavor knew about, Tokoyami was desperately trying to scrub the blood off of his hands while Hawks showered first. It wasn't coming off- it kept coming back and there was more now- why wouldn't it go away—

"Fumikage- Fumikage stop-" hands came and took his, and Tokoyami flinched harshly. Hawks gently turned him away from the boiling water he was using and made him look at him. "That blood isn't his, it's yours." Tokoyami paused and looked down at his hands, and saw that Hawks was right. His hands were bleeding.

Why were his hands bleeding? He was just washing them, right? Tokoyami stared at his hands and tried to figure out when this happened while Hawks cleaned the blood off gently. "Take a shower okay?" Hawks gently pat his head and Tokoyami nodded.

Tokoyami took his time in the shower this time around. He washed a good few days- maybe more than a weeks worth of being in that room down the drain. He wore something comfortable- well it was one of Hawks's hoodies so it was large on him and Tokoyami found it comfortable.

Tokoyami walked out and sat on the couch, feeling comfortable for the first time in almost two weeks. Hawks sat next to him and hugged him, holding him as close as he possible could. Tokoyami didn't mind, curling up and yawning.

Hawks had made sure all the doors and windows had been locked before sitting down, so he was happy to let his brother sleep on him. Tokoyami drifted off, and Hawks sighed softly and finally relaxed.

Who cares if they didn't leave the apartment for three days after that? Hawks definitely didn't, they had more than enough food for that, and besides, Tokoyami's comfort was his top priority, so if he didn't want to leave, they didn't. Hawks spent his time making Tokoyami as happy and as safe as he could, and Tokoyami let his older brother take care of him.

Things were finally 'normal' again.

The boy lives! With a lot of trauma but hey we're all like that-

Again- I'm so sorry that this took so long to write- I'll try not to disappoint you again!

#boku no hero academia #tokoyami #bnha hawks #bnha dabi #here you go!#hope you enjoyed it even though it took forever TwT"

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writerleo86 · 3 years

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Armor Champions Super R - Episode 148 (Do Not Copy)

Somewhere on the planet Mars, a hooded figure arrived at the middle of an abandoned courtyard. And another person stood at the other side of the large area.

It was the stern man named Ronan. He had a thin beard and longer hair. And he had on a pair of golden earrings. He wore a collared white shirt that showed his hairy chest. He had on gray pants that had vertical black stripes. He also had on a burgundy coat with a long gray-furred collar, a golden seal design on the right shoulder, and a thick black belt with a golden buckle. And he had on a pair of long dark boots. Around his neck were two medallions. The top was a black lace that carried a small orange jewel. The other was made of gold with a large red diamond.

After the pair faced one another, the person took off their hood and revealed themselves to the emotionless Ronan.

It was the strong woman, Eiri Allazar. She had long blond hair with purple streaks at the right side. She also had on dark-brown eyeliner. And she had on peach lipstick.

Ronan shook his head and Eiri told him "It's time we talk."

"And what..." Ronan questioned. "What must the two of us speak about?"

The woman lowered her head for a moment.

Then Eiri looked into the dark eyes of the grim Ronan and she replied "First off, I wanna talk about our son!"

Armor Champions Super R - Episode 148: The Cursed Child Arc -- Ronan and Eiri

"Our son?" Ronan recalled.

And Eiri implied "I see you forgot about your cult comin' after our Nemo."

"Nemo?" Ronan asked. "Is his name Nemo?"

"How could you forget your own child?" Eiri cried. "You were the one that sent them bastards after him! The cult that worship that damn sword!"

"You may have given birth to him," Ronan replied. "But the boy is nothing more than a tool for the Blade."

"I guess you forgot what those freaks did to me too!" Eiri yelled. "They made me drink that stuff from the Fallen himself. Then they strapped me to a bed and left me there after givin' birth to our boy. You left us to play pirates with the law!"

"It was the order of the Holy Blade," Ronan told her. "If I were to refuse, it would be as if I disrespected the Angel himself. You would have understood this if you had remained at your post."

"My post?" Eiri shouted. "You get that I was taken from my home by them, right? Those people kept me for months. But if felt like an eternality!"

Tears started falling from her eyes as the angry woman continued.

"You know someone else is manipulatin' you! They're usin' that sword to give you marchin' orders. Sastro told you that. I was there!"

Eiri's thoughts:

During the late evening in Sentina City, the emotionless Sastro Allazar stood before the team of young champions in armor as they all faced their wicked opponents led by Ronan.

Sand rose around the champions as Sastro told Ronan "Your master wishes to eliminate all that draw breath on this plane. He had driven you into madness, Ronan. The lords of my planet have chosen to place their faith on a force greater to face the Deceiver, and win."

Sastro turned his head to the young heroes and said "Our lives are all in the hands of you all."

Then he added "And He will not have the heart of an innocent to use in his scheme."

"He?" questioned Ronan.

"It is not the sword that brought a curse upon you, Ronan," Sastro implied. "But it is the force that haunts the tool. The Golden Eye of Hypnos is wanted by another being that wishes only destruction -- a force that had been long forgotten."

After that, she placed her hands together and Eiri said more.

"Sastro said that he learned that someone was controllin' you pirates from behind the scenes. I think this is the same guy that runs the cult. What my problem is that you are followin' this guy -- this evil that is going after our son. If you had a heart, you'd know this is wrong."

"This..." Ronan responded. "This boy... He does not concern me. He never has. He was only born to be his sacrifice. We need the child in order to release our lord from his prison. He must return. This realm... It will be as you wanted all those years ago."

"This guy..." Eiri cried. "The guy you worship... He's gonna destroy everything. He is gonna destroy everyone dear to us too. There will be nothing left. He's a living bomb ready to blow up!"

Ronan lowered his head and said "If that is what he chooses, then I must do what I can to complete his wishes."

Suddenly, the fiery Eiri gave a great slap to his left cheek with her left hand.

Then she yelled "Have you gone crazy? You really want this thing to destroy this universe? You want your son to be killed? Is that what you want?"

Ronan stared at her once again and answered "I must do what I was ordered by the Great Blade. I am bound to him, no matter if he is who Lord Allazar claims."

And Ronan began walking away from her.

"What happened to you, Aster?" Eiri cried. "You changed! You ain't like you were when we met. You were one of the most generous people I met. Now you turned into someone I don't even know! This you... This you has no heart!"

The altered man stopped and told Eiri "I only performed what was told by my lord."

"What?" questioned Eiri.

"It was but an illusion," Ronan revealed. "I made you believe that I had love for you. But in truth, I felt nothing for you."

Ronan resumed by walking away as Eiri yelled "You're lying! I know you loved me! This cult's just in your mind!"

Soon, there was a great explosion near her location.

"What is that?" She cried.

So, Eiri ran as quick as she could through the large gust of wind that blew from the explosion.

After passing a mile, the worried woman reached a large gate that guarded a fortress. She spotted smoke rising from the middle part of the long building immediately.

"No!" She yelled. "No! Nemo!"

Then she spotted four people flying up from the fortress. Two of them that were at the front were the deranged Jester and the ruthless Muiten. Another flying behind them was the emotionless female, Misha. And the last one was the silent Turbo who carried someone on his left shoulder with both arms.

"No!" shouted Eiri. "Nemo! No!"

An hour later, a questioning Jede Kaballa hurried to the front door of the old mansion. He opened the door and found someone waiting anxiously.

This was a young woman with brown eyes, fair skin, and a slender body. She had long black hair with a red streak at the front right side. She wore a leathered black blouse, tight black pants, and black boots. She also had a black lace around her neck which had a golden locket at the center.

"By the gods!" Jede cried. "I cannot believe you have shown yourself after this whole time."

"Hi J," She responded. "Sorry to barge in like this. But I need you to come with me now."

And two more people hurried to Jede.

One that stood by Jede's right side was the calm Joey Spade. He had on a sleeveless green shirt, black shorts, brown socks, and black shoes.

The other was the charming Aaron Brief. He wore a pale-violet shirt with long sleeves, tight white jeans, and brown shoes.

Joey spotted her and gave her a welcoming hug as he called "Violet!"

"Hey Joey," She greeted.

"What has happened?" questioned Jede. "And why do you seem frightened?"

She faced Jede and said "I need you guys to come with me. I'll explain on the way. We have to help E."

"By the heavens!" Jede cried. "Is E in danger?"

"Yeah," Violet answered. "And in a big way."

Then someone hurried down from the stairway and found their friends standing with the familiar girl.

"Vy!"

It was the blazing cowboy, Desoto Martin. He wore a white shirt with short gray sleeves, tight dark-blue jeans, and tan Cowboy-like boots. And his black band was worn around his head.

"Well, well, well!" Desoto continued. "I ain't seen ya in a minute! How are ya Vy?"

"Desoto's here too," Violet replied. "Good. Because I need more of you for this. E's in serious trouble."

And the four boys followed her out of the neighborhood.

"Oh!" Violet informed them. "You guys better transform. E needs a lotta fire power!"

"Very well," said Jede.

"E?" Desoto cried. "Who's E?'

"I have no idea," Aaron told him. "I don't even know who she is."

"That's Violet Fisher," Joey responded. "She helped us fight against the Crystal Kingdom. She is good people."

"So this is Violet," Aaron replied.

"Hurry up and transform Guys!" ordered Violet.

Each of the boys held their colored devices to the air and began transforming.

"Aaron of the SilverLight Super Power!"

"Desoto of da BlackShadow Super Power!"

"Joey of the EnergyTree Super Power!"

"Super Jede of the CosmicFire Armor Power!"

A white light shined around him as Aaron's clothing faded away. White energy shaped as long feathers emerged as his white suit appeared along with his silver armor and transparent cloths.

A black cloud spiraled around his body as the clothes on Desoto vanished. A black light soon lowered onto his body. And Desoto emerged as he wore a white suit with black armor and transparent cloths.

Green leaves whirled around him as a green light glowed from Joey's body. He soon came out wearing his white suit with green armor and transparent cloths.

A warm red light formed around Jede as his clothing burned away. A large red flame soon rose to his body as a white suit formed along with his golden armor and transparent red cloths. And a thin golden crown formed on his head as the flame lifted.

After the four champions were formed, they continued to follow Violet Fisher to the middle of a green forest during the calm night in Violet City. Then the group discovered a man fighting against guards dressed in white armor. And the enemies were led by the undead nobleman in white, Agis Basileus.

This was a muscular man with short dark hair, cold purple eyes, dark skin, and a thin beard. He wore a collared black shirt, long black pants, and dark-brown shoes. And he held a long rod made of silver.

He used his weapon to bring down many of the armored guards. And the captain of the guards -- Basileus -- began to battle him. He tried to kill his opponent using the sharp tip of his silver rapier as the other man blocked his assault using his long weapon. Then Basileus pushed the back of his opponent to a tree nearby. And he placed the tip of his blade toward the neck of the helpless man.

"It is time..." Basileus informed him. "...that we end the long quarrel between the both of us."

The opponent yelled "I will not stop until you are dead, White King!"

Suddenly, Basileus flew to the air as he spotted a large wave of black energy coming to his left side. And he spotted the determined woman -- Violet Fisher -- standing along with the four champions in armor.

"I sought to come for you all," Basileus implied. "I thought about causing my version of havoc on your very city to flush the lot of you out."

Then he turned to the man who remained by the tree. And Basileus responded "But I was delayed... by this... boy."

Jede of the CosmicFire had asked "Was this attack a way to find the boy we guard?"

"Actually," Basileus replied. "I was told that we had found what we seek. Now it will be short before our lord is imprisoned no more. I have come only to silence the lot of you Armored Ones myself."

"You have received what you have searched for this whole time?" questioned Jede of the CosmicFire.

And Aaron of the SilverLight cried "No! They couldn't have!"

"What da hell?" yelled Desoto of the BlackShadow. "They got da kid? How?"

Jede lowered his head and said "The other agents of Ferrumdiaboli must have discovered where they were hidden and infiltrated the place."

After that, an enraged Desoto placed his hands on the ground.

"You intend to use the Shadow Paralysis Technique to subdue me?" Basileus implied.

He gave out a short laugh and told Desoto "It will not help if I am far to the sky."

"I know dat!" Desoto replied. "Dat's why I'm usin' somethin' else!"

And the champion in black armor called out "Weather Manipulation -- Mist of Hades!"

A thick mist rose from the ground and covered the entire area. As the mist became thicker, its cold breeze had affected the enemies along with Basileus.

The undead man in white wrapped his arms and cried "What sorcery is this?"

"Where in the names of Zeus and Argos..." Jede of the CosmicFire cried to his friend. "...have you learned this technique?"

"Jealous Kaballa?" Desoto yelled. "After Mystic gave me dis power, I trained my ass off!"

"You guys aren't the only ones!"

Joey of the EnergyTree spreads his hands out and green leaves whirls from his right hand. He soon turned clockwise once and the leaves blew toward the villains.

"Lightning Release..." Joey whispered. "Wintergreen Hurricane!"

All of the wicked guards were blown away by the attack. Meanwhile, Basileus protected himself by creating a barrier around him that was made of pink energy.

After the green leaves faded away, Basileus lowered his shield and flew down to the champions with the tip of his rapier ready.

"You will have to do better!" He yelled.

Next, Aaron of the SilverLight rose his hands as he faced the night sky.

"Light Release..." He called. "Great Heaven's Wrath!"

A globe of silver energy formed around each hand. And Aaron threw his fists forward which released a barrage of small silver beams. Basileus had fallen from the sky after he was hit by many of the quick projectiles. He landed on his right foot and defended himself by clashing more of Aaron's projectiles using his long rapier.

But a large black cloud began to form behind the champion in silver armor. Aaron quickly rolled away as a large wave of red energy shot from the ghastly fog. And the fog had formed into a person -- the deranged Damien Spade.

Damien roared with laughter as Joey of the EnergyTree reported "Damien's here too!"

After that, Damien threw a pair of long wires that had a sharp blade wrapped at each tip form his glowing left palm. And the two stringed blades fell for the defenseless Violet Fisher.

Damien yelled "DIE!"

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BLOGTOBER TAILGATE PARTY PT 2 - 9/30/17: MY FRIEND DAHMER

Derf Backderf’s high school memoir about growing up alongside a neglected boy who would become one of the world’s most notorious murders is a landmark achievement in artistic acts of atonement. The indie comics creator, who I had previously dismissed as a standard sort of ‘90s free paper stalwart, produced something of such astonishing depth and sincerity with this book that I would never again think of him in that same dreary way. Let this piece of writing stand for my own act of atonement in being so wrong about artist--even if it arrives in the dubious guise of an angry rejection of Marc Meyers’ unworthy adaptation, if you can call it that, of My Friend Dahmer.

It is possibly a delusion symptomatic of my enthusiasm for Derf’s book, that I feel I’ve rarely seen something so richly incorrect as Marc Meyers’ movie. Just like the graphic novel proves about Dahmer himself, the problems begin early, and not at all subtly. The title card is chased quickly by a sort of byline, claiming that the film is “Based on a True Story”. As the rest of the film attests, this is a highly dangerous assertion. First of all, the “My” in the book’s title refers to Derf himself, and the “Friend” is meant to be ironic, according to his confession that he was among the many peers and adults who could have and should have, but did not recognize Jeffrey Dahmer as a young man in dire need of help. The book’s contents present the facts as Derf lived them, in conjunction with bitterly sympathetic suppositions about Dahmer’s personal life, derived from post-prosecution reportage. So, a film based on My Friend Dahmer should be a film about the community that responded so inappropriately, or not at all, to the challenges presented by a traumatized young alcoholic whose downward spiral led to a criminal career the likes of which the world had never seen. Meyers’ adaptation, on the other hand, is scarcely about Derf or his gang of insensitive pranksters, or anyone else in Dahmer’s culpable periphery. It is about Dahmer in a plain and simple made for TV fashion--or it might be, if it weren’t peppered with broad, frankly fake characters and events that help the director shoehorn the skeleton of Derf’s book into an unnecessary Hollywood drama that seems designed to be more digestible to a lowest common denominator audience. Artistic license is all well and good when you’re telling, say, a thinly-veiled account of a true story for your own mythological purposes. However, when you’re talking about a real person, a really famous person, whose crimes occurred within living memory, and whose kin still live alongside those whose lives he destroyed; when you shoot your movie not only in that person’s home town but in his actual childhood home; when none of the names have been changed to protect the innocent...and still you invent straw characters and events just to make a buck on your more shallow version of things, how do you find the nerve to claim that your film is based on a true story? Whose story do you even mean?

The Q&A with Meyers at the end of this Fantastic Fest screening did nothing to ease my mind.

Disney alum Ross Lynch provides one of the film’s only bright lights as Jeffrey, hurtling toward high school graduation while his interior life is deteriorating unstoppably. In a futile bid to escape the brutality of his parents’ imploding marriage, the lonesome teenage Dahmer distracts himself with a little amateur bodybuilding, dissection of roadkill, and furtive spying on a beefy jogger who regularly passes his shady family home in the woods. It seems like the young man has a shot at normality when Derf & co. respond positively to his self-effacing clowning, but this shallow reward is no match for his classmates’ homophobia, the school’s collective failure to respond to his burgeoning alcoholism and substance abuse, and his inability to create any real intimacy within or without his dysfunctional family.

Where Derf’s telling is painfully plausible when he is only speculating on Dahmer’s private existence, Meyers seems unable to trust even the known facts--though he places too much faith in his cast. Dallas Roberts does his damnedest as Jeffrey’s desperate, disconnected father, to not enough effect in his brief, disjointed scenes. (And truly, almost every scene is disjointed and too brief, due to some strange editorial choices) Anne Heche, as his wife Joyce, does little to give the proceedings depth with her typical display of frantic dithering, which evidences no directorial interference whatsoever. (The director’s claim that she is “unpredictable” and “different in every scene” is corroborated nowhere on the screen) No one else stands out in the positive or the negative other than Lynch, who one can only assume is acting under his own power; when asked by an audience member how he cast Dahmer, Meyers simply responded that he focused on kids who resembled Dahmer facially, but who also...drumroll please...can you guess the other most important characteristic?...could be about as tall as Dahmer. Their being “talented” entered the conversation as a sort of footnote, without any further discussion of what sort of presence or attitude the star should carry.

Whatever energy the director could have devoted to coaching his cast seems to have gone instead into padding the raw facts of Derf’s account with insulting inventions designed to beat the main points to death. Maybe that’s just a crutch you need if, like Meyers, you are unable to translate the novel’s devastating evocation of the Dahmer home’s oppressive atmosphere, and you must instead fill in that glaring blank with impressions of your own parents’ comparatively ordinary divorce. Maybe you feel like your depiction of Dahmer lusting after the jogger, and his alienation from women, do not prove out the young murderer’s well-known homosexuality--so you force feed your audience a chipmunk-cheeked little fellow who bafflingly shouts out the details of an upcoming date with Dahmer at the very moment when bullies are about to gay bash him into a pulp. Maybe you feel like Dahmer’s sweaty admiration of the jogger, who he stalks with a baseball bat since this person very nearly became Dahmer’s first rape-murder, isn’t a potent enough detail--so you expand this historical figure into a well-liked small town doctor to whom Dahmer goes for a would-be erotic checkup. You can make Dahmer pointedly ask whether the guy does surgery, and then you can make the medical professional implausibly sneer “I’m not the type of person who wants to cut someone open,” just before he scoffs disgustedly at his patient for (presumably) getting an erection.

Most startling of all of Meyers’ inventions is the person of Figg, a deranged bully-cum-drug dealer. Derf’s brief recollection of this person is as a sort of ridiculous but potentially dangerous hulk who was, unfortunately, not ashamed to be seen with Dahmer. In Meyers’ film, he takes up a strange amount of screen time for reasons that only became clear at the Q&A. Within the film, this disturbed individual provides Dahmer with weed, which is all well and good, but he also scares everyone with freaky nazi jokes, cuts himself and drinks his own blood like the TEXAS CHAIN SAW MASSACRE hitchhiker, and scares the shit out of Dahmer by inviting him to play russian roulette in the woods. What this is supposed to help narratively is impossible to determine. However, Meyers stressed that Figg is played by Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins’ son Miles, and makes it abundantly clear that he happily went to great lengths to shoehorn the young man into the film. Evidently he was meant to be driving a car in some important scenes, though it was revealed that the New York-based actor does not drive. When this came up, the filmmakers wracked their brains to figure out how to keep him in the picture, only to come up with this peculiar DEER HUNTER riff. Meyers’ invitation for the audience to imagine a room full of producers puzzling over this problem, and then collectively cheering “THE DEER HUNTER!”, was not one that I could accept.

Another, in some ways more bizarre fib is committed in the context of one of the book’s most interesting recollections--the time that Jeffrey Dahmer, showing an amazing amount of pluck, weaseled himself and his friends into the office of Walter Mondale during a class field trip. The flow of this anecdote is interrupted to introduce a fantasy about Dahmer having to share a hotel room with a black varsity football player. I’d like to say here that Meyers insisted that he did absolutely no research outside of reading Derf’s novel--a dubious decision when your movie is about the real life of a real person, and when it so fails what the comic is about. To be fair, or something, Meyers said a number of troubling things about his process: That he “was just trying to make a movie set in the 70s”, that he just wanted it to be about a sort of average kid and not Dahmer the killer-to-be, that he “is not one to put any psychology on [Dahmer]”. That’s a mouthful of insistence on normality and digression and artistic license for someone whose only qualification for casting his star is that he looked just like Jeffrey Dahmer. In any case, one of the things that Meyers does to underline Dahmer’s factual homosexuality is to place him in this room with a young black athlete. In the film, Dahmer immediately begins making out-loud observations about the skin tone of different parts of the young man’s body, and asking questions about whether his entrails might be the same color as Dahmer’s. Now, anyone who knows a little bit about Dahmer knows that he almost exclusively killed athletic men of color--not so much the kinds of babyfaced white boys who are occasionally foisted upon Dahmer by Meyers. So, it’s unclear to me whether this choice is simply a bizarre accident, or an especially glib, distasteful way for Meyers to engage with his actual subject matter. In any case, it’s interruptive, uncomfortable, and difficult to understand. (For more on the grave subject of Dahmer’s impact on the poor black community in which he lived as an adult, please view the surprisingly excellent documentary THE JEFFREY DAHMER FILES)

While most of this sort of artifice seems aimed at forcing the Dahmer story to be more obvious and traditional, some of it is just unforgivable under any excuse. The film contains a sole scene that approaches something moving and truthful, in which a recently-graduated Derf happens upon Dahmer sauntering along the side of the road at night. In truth, this happened to another member of Derf’s coterie, but no matter. Derf hesitantly picks up the young man who he helped to embarrass and manipulate during their high school career, and drives him home. There they have a tense, earnestly sad exchange in the driveway, to the degree that any teenage boys are capable of having a direct conversation...and then it all goes down hill. In the film, Derf nervously joins Dahmer inside the latter’s empty house, only to back out at the last minute--AND RIGHTLY SO, BECAUSE DAHMER IS COMING AFTER HIM WITH A MURDER WEAPON! This choice is beyond despicable, as if there could be any good reason to accuse a dead man with living family of a murder that was never at risk of taking place. But, it’s also stranger than that: In Derf’s novel, it is revealed that while the friend passed a final innocent moment with Dahmer in the driveway, the fresh corpse of Dahmer’s first victim was certainly sitting either in Dahmer’s own car, or in the drainage ditch close by. Why would anyone sacrifice this powerful real life detail in favor of a cheap slasher movie scare that twists an already disturbing horror story in an unnecessary direction? I wish I had thought of this at the Q&A, but I was too busy fantasizing about asking Meyers why none of the living, suffering Dahmer family appeared in his copious list of acknowledgments at the end of the credits.

Last night I had no shortage of complaints to make, such that I could hardly sleep imagining insults to hurl. Now, I think I’ve finally emptied myself of all of the important ones. Meyer’s film is a mess, but please don’t let it prevent you from reading Derf’s moving and truthful novel, in which there is at least a payoff for all of the pain.

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