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[emmagranha]

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but be the villain of your story

[captainpirateface]

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[i-love-you-sexy-human]

Cup of Void

Pairings: Yandere! Izuku x Nonbinary! Reader 

Warnings: Blood, disturbing behaviour

Quirk: Speed of Light - your quirk allows you to move as fast as light, and as quiet as it, as well, however you can’t yet control how fast you go, so you end up bumping into things. You also run out of energy quickly, so you have to use your quirk sparingly. 

If your favorite character is Decku (spelled wrong purposely) , go for your second favorite. You’ll see why. 

Thump, Thump. Thump. 

All you could hear was your heavy, ragged breaths as you ran, desperate to find a place to hide. Your heart thrashed wildly against your ribcage as you turned a corner, the darkened hallways making your body tremble more than it already was. You tried to calm your breathing, tried to think straight, but your mind was blank. Fear had gotten the best of you. 

‘Why...’

The tears you thought had left you in peace returned, pricking at your eyes as you ran. 

‘Don’t worry, Doll. I won’t hurt you~’

You tried not to remember it. How he had uttered those words even as he held the bloody corpse of [favorite character] in his hands. The knife he held was covered in liquid crimson, as well as his once gentle face. Your hand clasped around your mouth as the flashbacks came back. As emotional as you were, and as much as you wanted to break down and cry, you held on to your last bit of strength, running up a flight of stairs blindly. 

“Doll~where are you? Daddy doesn’t want to play hide and seek, he’s already worked so hard for you, you know?” His bone chilling voice echoed from a few halls down, the quiet taps of his feet walking leisurely in your direction. You took a deep breath and quieted your breathing, using your quirk to make your footsteps light and unnoticable. 

‘I could open the window in the bathroom, and try to leave through there..’ you bit your lip as you dashed down another dark tunnel. ‘But the windows up here are squeaky. I have to move fast.’

You turned into the unused bathroom, the one that everyone said Hanako haunted. If you weren’t so tense and on the verge of death, you would’ve cracked a smile. You’re friends probably would’ve done hula dances while they chanted “Toilet Bound Hanako-kun” in front of the third stall. But they were dead; you watched them die in front of your very eyes. You were on your own. 

You locked the door as quietly as you could, trying to make it appear as if no one was inside the abandoned restroom. Walking over to the bathroom, you picked up a shard of metal, gripping it tightly as you made your way to the sealed window. 

‘I just gotta unscrew the window.’ you’re hands trembled as you reached up and did it without hesitation, wincing as the jagged edges cut into your skin. The blood running down your wrists was distracting, however you continued, steadily unscrewing rusty screw after rusty screw. 

Just as your heart began to fill with hope, a loud screeching noise interrupted your focus. A dark chuckle came from the staircase. 

“Doll, doll, doll. Did you really think you could hide? I can hear you panting; I know you’re somewhere up here.” 

Your heart stopped. Your hand froze. You tried to get your body to move, but to no avail. He was coming, and you weren’t gonna make it out. No matter how much you ran, he was always going to catch you. And he wasn’t going to stop until he had you. 

You forced your body to snap back into focus, speeding up your trembling hands. You only had one screw left, yet it was stuck. 

‘No, damnit! Why isn’t it coming out?’

You glanced behind you, listening for his light taps before punching your fist into the window, cracking it slightly. 

“Ah? What’s that noise?”

Cold sweat ran down your back as you punched the glass with more force. 

‘There we go! It’s gonna break! Just one more-’

“Doll? Are you in there?”

A voice said from the other side of the door. The knob turned, but the only sound that came was metal on metal. A deep sigh followed. 

“You locked me out? Y/n, sweetheart, I’m not going to hurt you. I just had to get those pesky heroes out the way, you know? They were going to take you away.” He tched. “Especially Kaminari. I saw the way he looked at you.” He hummed, tapping on the door with-you assumed- was his fist. “ But they’re all out the way now. So unlock the door. Before I break it.” 

Every atom in your body was begging you to hide, that he was going to get you and that you weren’t going to be able to survive the fall anyway. But you punched it with one final blow, shattering it. Ignoring the brutal pain in your fists, you gripped the sill, letting out a grunt when the broken glass pierced your skin. Heaving yourself up, you felt the cool air caress your face as you lifted your feet to the it. 

“Doll, I’m going to come in there on the count of three.” His voice was scarily calm, as if he knew something you didn’t. You paid no mind to it, and promptly balanced on the ledge, looking at the ground far below. 

“1...”

You closed your eyes. Either you would let him take you and live miserably, or you would die and join your crackhead classmates in the after life. 

“2...”

You let out a silent apology to everyone you had left who was still alive, then lifted one foot off the edge. This was it. This was death. 

“3...” BANG. 

You fell, your body plummeting towards the cement below you. A smile adorned your face, back tensing as it prepared for the impact. You heard Midoriya scream from above you, but you ignored itm falling into a deep slumber midfall. As you dozed off, you felt an arm wrap around you, the sound of (electricity..?) in your ears. 

“Uwah! I almost lost you, doll!” A voice chuckled. Your eyes flew open, meeting the glowing green orbs that bore down at you. “Now, let’s go home.” 

**********************

You shot up, panicked. The class turned to you, confused, 

“Y/n?” the voice of [favorite character] called out. You snapped your neck in their direction, relief and happiness filling your heart as they gazed down at you with a worried stare. You jumped up, wrapping your arms around them. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay....” 

You opened your eyes, glancing around at the happy, curious, alive faces before you. It had all been a dream. Huffing in relief, you turned and began to talk with [character of choice]. 

But not before you met Midoria’s eye. And he was looking at you with a crazed, obsessive stare. 

Your eyes widened. 

‘The dream. It wasn’t all made up, or random.’

You sat down, piecing it together. 

“It was a glimpse of the future. A future hours from now.” 

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This was heavily inspired by Saiko No Sutoka. I love the game so much and decided to write this. It’s also inspired slightly by Yagami Yato and Toilet Bound Hanako-kun. Send me requests! <3

[casualcloudchaos]

tiny grandma

The home in my heart is

A cabin made of conversation

Stamped with memories of spending time with you

[the-bardiest-bard]

A/N: this is bad. I know it Is. But fuck it.

Lost in a Crowd

Black cats were not always unlucky, in fact really all they are is just cats with black fur, however over hundreds of years they have garnered a reputation to bring bad luck onto a family, the way that happened? A long time ago when Britain was still Albion and the fae were wild and free, there was a fae named Roisin. Not that her name would give you any power over her now, she has long since abandoned such monikers, she would glamour as a black cat looking quite skinny and pitiful and humans would take her in.

 Strange things would befall these foolish mortals, things would go missing. People wouldn't wake up on time, and then children began to be spirited away, only to be returned a few days later not too worse for ware, they would kick the cat out and the trouble would stop and Roisin would find the next family to feed her, and so the cycle continued on until it became superstition and habit for the people of Albion that black cats brought misfortune on all households.

 But our story does not truly begin there, no our story begins on one such day after Roisin had been thrown out by the scruff once again, she slunk into the shadows removing her glamour in a huff. 

She was a young scrawny thing, wings still too small to carry her in flight, her skin was a blue grey with very little colour to it and her hair a tousled mop of white falling into her eyes and just brushing her shoulders, her eyes and wings were where her colour truly shone. Her eyes a kaleidoscope of colour; greens, reds, blues and pinks that clash and sparkle brightly with mischief  and wings that were as though made of stained glass each segment glittering as light danced upon it. 

She was brushing the dirt off of herself when she heard it first, the beginnings of cheers. Not human cheers no, but the cheers of the fae. The fae realm was layered over the human one, and often the two would bleed into one another, just touching, and the walls between them would become thin. Mortals would witness the fae world if only shimmering as a mirage and the fae could travel back and forth between these openings.

‘Some kind of celebration’ Roisin had thought. Normally unseelie weren’t welcome at these kinds of gatherings, and whilst Roisin wasn’t fully an unseelie fae she was a far cry from being welcome in the kind seelie courts. However Roisin was not one to follow rules and off she ran to witness the parade, maybe there would be something glittering and shiny to take, something colourful to add to her ever growing horde. She had to push through crowds of fae to get near the front and even then the royal guards were there holding people back, a royal procession, Roisin had never seen one before only heard of the time when the royalty of the fae, King Oberon and Queen Titania would host a parade along with their children. The youngest of her brood was Artair, probably 10 years younger or so than Roisin herself who was nearing her first century. He had his mothers flowing golden locks in small curls framing his face with pointed almost elvish ears and his fathers’ piercing green eyes. He sat straight and serene, his face locked in an expression of calm and pride.

Roisin had never seen such a mesmerising person, she had heard of the royal family and their beauty but she had never quite imagined it would be like this, she stood mouth agape as the parade began to travel on before shaking back to herself. For once she wanted to be seen by the seelie, something in her knew she had to speak with him, know him. So she ran after the parade, dodging between guards and disgruntled onlookers alike, as she began to call his name. Over the din of the crowd she was sure he couldn’t hear until their eyes locked together. She wasn’t sure what to do, here this person was looking at her, seen by the seelie by this enchanting and amazing person, so she did the thing that first came to her mind. She bowed. 

Artair looked on shocked by such a strange person, not too clean, small and skinny but had still darted between the guards just to see him, and had bowed. It broke the hardened exterior he was trying to keep up and then, he smiled. That was when the guards managed to snag her and pull her to the side away from the crowd. The parade travelled on, with the sun glinting in his eyes she was gone. He wondered if he would ever see the strange fae again, she seemed like she might be nice. 

Roisin pulled to the side by the guards was swiftly reprimanded, reminded of her place as “not one of the Seelie” and sent on her way with a serious warning not to approach the royal family so casually. A part of her she strongly denied wanted to hate the royal family. Their position of privilege and ease of living something she would likely never experience.

Decades and centuries passed, Roisin continued to steal and to beg and to con and trick as every fae often did. Although she never forgot that day lost in the crowd with the heat and the sun and the boy. Things in the courts had begun to get heated, the unseelie, tired of their second class treatment had begun to rise up and they led a rebellion, Roisin who had never exactly been welcome in either camp did her best to survive as the civil war tore the fae apart until there was the big push to the fae capital, overlaid over what was now proudly called London the fae capital was a sight to behold, it had it’s gutters and it’s alleys but when you looked up you could see the imperial palace and the noble houses just beneath. However as an unseelie army marched through the streets cutting down those who opposed them with beasts of nightmare and legend Roisin hid. She noticed some of the younger fae, perhaps not even a decade old cowering hiding in one of the many alleyways where the unseelie were getting close and she took a breath “Hey!” she yelled “Over here! Hey dickhead!” that had them turning and looking, taking their attention away from the younglings for just a moment “that’s right I’m talking to you, what? You only want to fight civilians? Can’t take a real challenge? You’re just cowards!” that had them chasing her.

Whilst Roisin was by no means a weak fae, she was not a foolish one, she knew that in a fight the odds certainly weren’t in her favour, and so she ran, using her time on the capital’s streets growing up to find the best place to hide and wait for this all to blow over. Which is when she saw something she never thought she would see, a boy, mop of golden hair now cut shorter more neat, and boy wasn’t the right word anymore, it was man, but the same piercing green eyes as he hid cowering in a gutter his fancy royal clothes now ruined. So she stopped, and hid beside him as the unseelie ran past. “T-they stormed the palace.. I ran bu-” Roisin covered his mouth quickly as more Unseelie ran by. Searching for the escaped prince, “Come with me” she whispered “I’ll get you out of here, to the human world. It’ll buy us some time till things quiet down”. He nodded. Innocence and fear clouding his eyes, this boy had clearly never seen the real world. Just the sheltered palace life, he wouldn't survive 10 minutes on his own. She took Artaire’s hand and started leading him, the way only a street rat would know  through every little nook and cranny and perfect hiding space before, slipping through the tear into the human world. 

[callmepuppylol]

Problem: Sesshomaru enter the room and there are no seats left

Solution: sees Inuyasha on a chair on phone, Sesshomaru lifts his brother up and seats with him on his lap

Out come: Inuyasha is startled and would yell at the demon out of embarrassment but don’t don’t because:

1- he doesn’t want to much attention

2- Sesshomaru was holding him to prevent him from leaving

3- he was comfortable

So he hides his red face (tries) with his phone leaving a smirking Sesshomaru

[everyone-knows-im-gay]

Rereading things you wrote years ago

[thegreatlordfireraven]

I just figured out why Rian fucked up the faction sizes so horrifically in TLJ. Why the First Order seems to have completely shrugged off the loss of SKB.

It’s because he literally forgot SKB blew up.

As we all know, in the Phasma/Finn fight scene, the original script had Phasma mention she was in the trash compactor for three weeks and Finn was supposed to ask her what she ate. Ignoring that this is awful writing, this revealed to us that Rian Johnson literally forgot the ending of the film he’s writing a sequel to. That would be like if Lawrence Kasdan forgot the Death Star blew up at the end of New Hope. I genuinely have no idea how nothing short of an aneurysm can account for this.

So Rian is going along his merry way, writing The Last Jedi. He’s written a good three quarters of it. He starts writing the Finn and Phasma scene. Only then does he remember that SKB blew up and the First Order should be reeling from the loss (ignoring that he somehow also forgot they were very clearly described as a small guerilla force in TFA).

This is why the FO is comically powerful in TLJ. Because he forgot the goodguys won in the last movie.

Rian Johnson is fucking incompetent.