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How I Joined a Secret Satanic Cult - Excerpt

The card became my only guide as I walked deeper and deeper into brush, unable to get my bearings. Above me the leaves were so thick that I could barely see the moon and judging by the height of the plants no one had walked there in ages. I’ll admit to you diary that I was a little scared. Even the earthy smell of the plants that was usually comforting during a hike told me that I was far away from everything, that if I got lost I would be on my own. 

But fortunately I didn’t get lost in the woods and the map on the back of the card was pretty accurate. I thought about how I would know when I got to the spot, but it turned out that I didn’t need to worry about that. It started with some little flashes of light between the trees, then everything got brighter and I came to the edge of a clearing. A man-made clearing I might add. Little plants were growing in the dirty and what looked like a pile of uprooted weeds almost tripped me as I walked into the treeless space. And those little flashes of light I saw? Candles, actual lit candles sitting in piles of stones resting on the exposed roots of pine trees. 

My mind was still on the many exposed, seemingly unattended small fires in the middle of a forest when I walked into the clearing, but my eyes widened when I saw what was inside. People, teenagers, a random assortment of people I see everyday walking the halls of Fortuna High, were assembled. Everyone was sitting cross legged in a rough circle, fingers resting on their knees as if meditating. It was so shocking I fell forward and almost tripped, but someone reached out and steadied me before I lost my balance completely. Though I was barely conscious of what was happening to me, what was in the center of the circle was something I would never even dream of.

Evelyn’s loose blonde hair flowed down her shoulders and her eyes flickered red in the candle light. She was wearing red jeans and a white t-shirt painted with blood. In her hands was a vase, but not the flower kind, more something out of our annual biblical plays. And in hindsight I actually think it was from one of the plays, a vessel for anointing. But instead of oil flowing from the fake gold jar it was blood, deep red thick blood. In all of the clearing Evelyn was the only one standing, and everyone else was sitting down. Expect one guy, who was kneeling like he was about to be knighted. His fist was grinding into the dirt as more and more blood poured into his hair and dripped onto what I assumed were white clothes. While she was pouring Evelyn was saying something, chanting something but I was too stunned to really listen. 

All I could think to say was, “This is such a fire hazard.”

Last Line Tag

I’ve been kind of busy, kind of stressed from school and while I could have done this any time I sort of forgot... Sorry @writingamongthecoloredroses for forgetting I hope you accept by best (not really) words in apology.

Noelle looked Loire up and down and touched her chin in concentration, “Journalism, you seem like the type.”

Loire was surprised, she was almost right, journalism was one of her passions. And she had seriously considered majoring in it or just trying to get a job without a degree, but ruled against it. Bringing awareness to issues was one thing, but Loire didn’t just want to report on issues she wanted to change them. But besides that Noelle’s powers of observation were impressive, Loire wondered what else she could tell about her by just a glance and a few words. 

“That’s an amazing guess, but no,” Noelle’s face fell in a comical way and Loire laughed quietly, “Political science actually.” 

“Damn and here I thought you seemed like the honest type,” Noelle laughed and Loire laughed along with her, though only to be polite. She had heard the same joke ever since she started telling people her major, and had resigned herself to the fact that she would hear it much more in her lifetime.

I’ve been writing this story for like three days, but I’m actually loving it and I wonder if it’ll go anywhere. There’s less fantasy than my usual fare, but I can see a future with this story and I hope I’ll get there someday. 

Anyway for the tags, @phoenixisdabestwriter, @ohnoitsthebat, @andiwriteunderthemoon, and anyone else who wants to do it, I’m too apathetic to care.

Have an amazing autumn, and remember Halloween is just a month away. 

5 Kingdom’s School - Excerpt

Carraige Back

It turned out that they would be riding in the back of a carriage. It was covered at least and the interior was smooth and splinter free. But it was a one week trip to Danseg and there were no benches to sit on. Morance knew that it was because there would be many more girls joining them, but she was still uncomfortable sitting on the floor like chattel.

There were two girls in there with her, on opposite sides of the wagon. The girl on the left looked Luzian, like Morance, but her hair was tied up in a very Uissian way. Morance guessed that wherever she was from it was near the border. The girl was in a red dress that was obviously her worshipping best with a contrasting blue corset. She sat with her back straight and her legs tucked dainty under her full skirt. Morance knew that she was just a fifteen year old peasant like herself, but with her half closed eyes she had an air of nobility. 

On the right the other girl was wearing field clothes and smelled of fresh straw. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell, it reminded Morance of the autumn harvest and all the hustle and bustle that came with it, but it was a strong one. It wafted off the mish-mash of bright yellow and green skirts and blouses she wore in waves. Morance scooted towards her. The hay girl stopped glaring at the noble girl for a second to smile at Morance. 

“Don’t worry,” the hay girl said to Morance with a heavy Allmance accent and a smooth, fairly high voice, “I’m sure the others aren’t all pretentious turncoats like her.”

The noble girl opened her eyes a little, but not for long. Soon she returned to her regular calm demeanor. Hay girl scoffed and sneered and patted the space next to her for Morance to sit. 

“We’re going to a school to teach us enough to marry nobles, I know that, but that doesn’t mean we have to act like we’re better,” hay girl seemed optimistic, “I’m not going to forget where I came from, no matter what they want me to do. I’m going to find a gentleman who won't mind marrying a peasant, and I won’t get married until I do.”

Morance thought about what hay girl said. Her roots, the violin that she had insisted on bringing even though she knew that she would have to get rid of it. Why she was going to the school in the first place; who she would marry and when. Her father receiving a twenty silver allowance every month, he had basically sold her just so he could be more comfortable. But Morance had agreed to it for a reason. 

In a decisive step Morance sat next to the noble girl, the hay girl sneered and said something about both of them being turncoats. Morance wanted to laugh, but the noble girl was letting the comments roll off her back so Morance did the same. Marrying well and maintaining her father’s allowance was why she had decided to go, and she wasn’t going to let being headstrong get in the way of that. What did the hay girl think she was getting herself into anyway, Morance thought, they needed to pass as nobles and nothing else. So what if she was a turncoat, that didn’t matter as long as she was able to find a husband. 

“Nothing else matters,” Morance whispered to herself, almost wincing at how painfully Luz she sounded.

Normally I would do something spooky for Halloween but the idea well isn’t running on Halloween fuel right now. But I have been thinking of this story for a while and I finally pulled it out of my imagination and onto a google doc. The theme and moral for this story is a bit sad, but I love the journey to get there nonetheless. Maybe I’ll post more about it, but no promises. Life is weird like that, and nothing is ever certain.

Anyway, have an amazing week.  

(wip) Book excerpt

Little mouse hiding under mulch, run away from those that would gladly make you lunch. Take a moment to look closer and then far out and in between. Nothing in the wood mulch is rarely as it seems. A tiny creature overlooked by most, could be holding what you love the most. A twinkle in small brown eyes, a secret in waiting, you're sure to be surprised.

Wip excerpt apparitions

"Look at yourself!" she gestured wildly around the space, the living room was a mess with clutter crowding it's corners and rubbish encroaching on the centre. This was home, but it didn't feel like one.

"I am".

"No your not! You only see what you want to see".

She was right of course and he knew it. Not that he'd admit it to her or himself; after all denial was all he had left. His sanctuary was a prison of false comfort. His refuge was found in hiding.

Wip excerpt - Apparitions

"Why do you want me gone so badly".

"You scratch at the walls, y-you bother me, this isn't your place!"

It's shiny black eyes simply blinked in response before it uttered four quiet words, "I was here first".

We think we are the giants of this world, but what if something bigger came along and thought us a bother, like we do a mouse. Would you run and leave your house.

Wip excerpt - Apparitions

"If you had known the consequences, would you have done it ?" she asks.

He would have entered that temple, that ruin, consequences damned to the lowest level of hell if he had known it would be her who was his undoing. He doesn't say this outloud of course, the line between them and something uncertain was so fragile that even a whisper of his true thoughts would turn it to ash.

"I don't know" he eventually says.

Works In Progress

This is my current list of stories I'm working on. Want to add to my list? Send me a prompt! Oneshots In Progress

Human Wreckage (Supernatural x The Vampire Diaries) - AU apocalypse universe. Endverse Dean has a Salvatore brother and other vampires/creatures fighting on his side against the humans that are infected with the demonic virus.

Need to be Saved (Dean x Reader) - Dean has something to tell you. You need to be saved. (request) 

How Did I Miss It? (Eddie x Reader) - Eddie asks y/n how he missed she was in love with him.  

How Did I Miss It? (Bucky x Reader) - Bucky asks y/n how he missed she was in love with him.

The Slushie Incident (Eddie x Reader) - Girls are red, and boys are blue. No making purple at chu–. What? You never said anything about tongues. {Inspired by a TikTok sound}

Play with Me (Lucifer x Reader) - Lucifer decides to push the reader out of their comfort zone by taking them to a kink party. NSFW

For Breakfast (Damon x Reader x Stefan) - Stefan walks into the kitchen to find Damon eating you out on the kitchen table for breakfast.

Series In Progress

For Whom the Bells Tolls (Eddie x OC/Reader) - Reader moves to Hawkins in 1986 and gets a job at the laundromat. Eddie comes into the laundromat, and they become friends. Chapter 1 release date: September 23, 2022 | Total Chapters Undecided

First Line Tag Game

Rules: post the first spoken lines of the main characters (however you define that) of your WIP with no context whatsoever. 

hm, this is a good one...i have like 3 wips right now but i’ll go with the best one for dialogue :^)

Bhijirio: “Can I ask something?”...“How do you hold forks? I mean, how do you do anything? Your hands are literally the size of plates.” Miraak: “I ask Tharya to do it for me.”

thank you for the tag @nusaran! tagging forth: @elventhief, @nuwanders, and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in! (tag me so i can see when you do it, i wanna look at y’alls wips)

Future Fic [WIP] Excerpts because yes

Tommy woke up to Tubbo shaking him. He groaned, but Tubbo didn't relent until Tommy batted away the brunette's hands in annoyance, slowly sitting up. "What?" He nearly hissed at the other, really not being a morning person, if only just barely restraining himself.

"Dad's made pancakes but I can't eat them until you're up too." Tommy raised an eyebrow before falling back onto his mattress. "I don't care."

He closed his eyes, though too tense to actually fall back asleep.

Tubbo went unnaturally silent, and Tommy almost wanted to open his eyes again to see what was up, but next thing he knew he was being grabbed and picked up????

Tommy's eyes snapped open, screeching as he found himself no longer touching the floor, and in fact, in Tubbo's grasp, who was currently holding him above his head like he weighed nothing. "WHAT THE FUCK-" 

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Would Dream look at it that way? No.

So a new plan. Avoid Dream, because he seems like a fucking sucker for loopholes. But if he did that then he'd have to avoid the prison, but that meant avoiding Sam too. Why does there have to be a likable and a hateable person in the same building? It wouldn't be worth it to avoid Sam. Sam was helpful anyways. Dream though? Not so much. They were almost complete opposites.

..He hoped though that Dream wouldn't manipulate Sam, not like Sam had much of a reason to visit the other though besides a check-in. He wouldn't have to stay and listen, but did Sam know that?

But! Sam was an adult. He shouldn't be thinking of him like a kid who can't protect himself. ..But that didn't mean that Sam would be able to last against Dream.. He doesn't know enough to make a decision just yet though. Who knows? 

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..He missed Sunny, though. Maybe that was selfish. Ever since the accident, he was always more closed off- he hadn't left in a while either, no one had seen him, not even Kel, who he knew had always been checking. Maybe that made him a bad friend, not to wait everyday in front of that door that would never answer, but he wouldn't have known.

Tons of blurred out photos,

His hands shook as emotion shook his body- he choked out a sob, dropping the book and curling up, shaking his head. It made him want to cry. What was he even doing? He almost wanted to laugh, then. Maybe he wasn't so different. He could hardly face the others anyway. What would they even think? Aubrey, Kel- even Hero, if they knew what he had done? If they knew how much of a coward he truly was? He slowly raised his head, taking in the state of his room.

all of over my room.

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Tommy let out a relieved breath, turning around while running, slowing down a little as he shot the annoying dickheads who had given him chase moments prior the ultimate fuck you sign, the middle finger- not that they'd know that of course, as they had gone the opposite direction of him after being called in to deal with some other threat- which was BULLSHIT!

Who the fuck would be more important then him, the biggest man of all men? Not that it mattered anyway though, so he didn't even bother trying to conjure up a name. It was a little funny. The overgrown theater kid had the best reactions, anyways- He's pretty sure they all (theater kid, winged prick, and mythology nerd) thought he was joking about not remembering their names. ... ..Well he can't be blamed- But they don't need his attention anyways.

They steal all his clout! And being a poor, poor vigilante, it's hard to get fame, to get credited for shit because those hero fuckers always steal it all! Like when they arrive on scenes he's already taking care of, the news acts like he was never there, and that he didn't even exist!-

..Well he's just ranting at this point, but he had some pent up frustration, and it wasn't like he could find a punching bag, those things are expensive! .. Well maybe he could use the overgrown theater kid cause that prick looks weak as hell! Tommy could probably take him, in fact. 

excerpts from current wips im working on

(P.S. the '...' means there's a cut. like when you quote stuff and then leave out some things you'd put a ...) An Interlude of an Interlude (Title May Change)

Childe sat criss crossed on the ground, looking up when the door opened and smiled. “Hey Traveler.” He stood up, stretching his arms while his gaze remained, calculating, and the smile turned into a frown. “Something wrong?” They laughed nervously. Sometimes they forgot how observant Childe really was considering how light-headed he’d always act. “Just something on my mind. Sorry for being a little late? I wanted to spend more time with you, I swear, especially after Inazuma, but you know me.. There’s always trouble involving their archon that I somehow get roped into. And then there was this other thing that happened that ended up taking my time, and just.. I’m sorry, Childe.”  Childe shrugged. “It’s fine. Since Signora’s gone, her forces have been equally distributed between us harbingers, so I’ve been quite busy as it is getting them under control. I wouldn’t be surprised if she herself trained them to be as difficult as possible with me. It’s been a huge hassle, so I wouldn’t mind if you’d rather take a break. ..Plus, I think people are still on edge around me, and I’d rather not make them think that Zhongli was in on it somehow cause then they’d be rude to him, funnily enough. They’d probably think that just because he works at a funeral parlor that he, I don’t know, probably made some deal for me to unleash Osial and get more casualties, to therefore earn more cash.” The Traveler grimaced, walking over to Childe and plopping down onto the ground. “People are just like that, unfortunately. ..I mean, if they can believe that a traveler who appears out of nowhere stopped a dragon, defeated a god, went against an archon, and then kinda overthrew the government.. They’d probably believe everything, yeah? It sounds surreal anyway.”

"The truth hurts."

Heizou grumbled, walking down a lone path in his home village. It was so unimportant, it didn’t even need to be named! ..And he totally didn’t have to be forced by General Kujou to take over the case because no one else was free.. He just–  The detective hadn’t actually returned since he left to pursue a dream, not since.. The festival a few years back. Especially with.. the incident.. He had no reason left to stay. What, with a father wanting him to take over his work while he was still in his rebellious stage? All that would be left are pitying stares from adults that would’ve been looking down on him, so instead he had set out and made a living.  ... He isn’t that dumb to not realize that less people are leaving or entering the station. This makes him come to the conclusion that some are staying in doing work overnight (or for multiple days), and others are going out on more long distance trips. Long story short, the commission’s forces are spread thin, and therefore Heizou the renowned detective must be brought to a town regardless of his wants or desires. Or maybe he’s being overdramatic. ... ..But, anyway- Long story short, people have been going missing. Mainly people around his age, from teenagers to young adults. Ahaha, maybe it wasn’t a good idea for a detective of a similar stature to their victims to be on the case, but there really wasn’t much they could do. Barely any leads too! Therefore, he could perhaps act as bait.

Chapter 2 of Priorities

Heizou leaned on his hand, scribbling mindlessly in a notepad. He was currently in a meeting that he couldn’t exactly get out of, but he couldn’t be bothered to tune in. Everything said would be in a file on his desk by the next day anyway so it wasn’t like it mattered, but sadly the renowned detective could not use his fame to run away from necessary duties. It wasn’t that hard to see that he was bored. How long had it been since then anyway, when he met the infamous Kaedehara? A few weeks! Or maybe longer. He couldn’t tell. Kujou had taken the fact that he had been one-upped and forced him to stay home to rest and heal or whatever, and because she’s his superior, he couldn’t exactly refuse.  Of course, this meant that when he came back to work after being restless out of his mind- (was it too much to ask Kujou not to station guards in front of his house? He gets that it’s her way of showing that she cares and that he can’t exactly be left vulnerable after that meeting considering he has made many enemies, but he could use some privacy.) ..there was a LOT of paperwork to do.  ... ..But that’s not even mentioning the endless piles of paperwork... He understood, really, that he was the only one who was pretty good at his job, and he was thankful there wasn’t someone else taking it and making a huge mess of it but archons it was a huge headache.  snap. Looking down at his hand, he saw the cause. ..Ah. He broke the pen. Whoops. He laughed nervously, shaking his head at the eyes now on him. “Nothing, just thinking about stuff.” 

oh i just realized theyre all genshin related LMFAO (anyway there are technically other WIPs out there, i just havent gotten started so i genuinely have no wips to give)

To Be Started:

Chapter 2 of Revolutionary Waltz Chapter 5 of A Mimic in Disguise Chapter 2 of Echoes of a Past Unknown Chapter 2 of Cheating Death I'll Tell You My Sins // Offer Me That Deathless Death

12/25-12/31

"The truth hurts."

Heizou grumbled, walking down a lone path in his home village. It was so unimportant, it didn’t even need to be named! ..And he totally didn’t have to be forced by General Kujou to take over the case because no one else was free.. He just– 

The detective hadn’t actually returned since he left to pursue a dream, not since.. The festival a few years back. Especially with.. the incident.. He had no reason left to stay. What, with a father wanting him to take over his work while he was still in his rebellious stage? All that would be left are pitying stares from adults that would’ve been looking down on him, so instead he had set out and made a living. 

...

He isn’t that dumb to not realize that less people are leaving or entering the station. This makes him come to the conclusion that some are staying in doing work overnight (or for multiple days), and others are going out on more long distance trips. Long story short, the commission’s forces are spread thin, and therefore Heizou the renowned detective must be brought to a town regardless of his wants or desires.

Or maybe he’s being overdramatic.

...

..But, anyway- Long story short, people have been going missing. Mainly people around his age, from teenagers to young adults. Ahaha, maybe it wasn’t a good idea for a detective of a similar stature to their victims to be on the case, but there really wasn’t much they could do. Barely any leads too! Therefore, he could perhaps act as bait.

Chapter 2 of Priorities

Heizou leaned on his hand, scribbling mindlessly in a notepad. He was currently in a meeting that he couldn’t exactly get out of, but he couldn’t be bothered to tune in. Everything said would be in a file on his desk by the next day anyway so it wasn’t like it mattered, but sadly the renowned detective could not use his fame to run away from necessary duties.

It wasn’t that hard to see that he was bored. How long had it been since then anyway, when he met the infamous Kaedehara? A few weeks! Or maybe longer. He couldn’t tell.

Kujou had taken the fact that he had been one-upped and forced him to stay home to rest and heal or whatever, and because she’s his superior, he couldn’t exactly refuse. 

Of course, this meant that when he came back to work after being restless out of his mind- (was it too much to ask Kujou not to station guards in front of his house? He gets that it’s her way of showing that she cares and that he can’t exactly be left vulnerable after that meeting considering he has made many enemies, but he could use some privacy.) ..there was a LOT of paperwork to do. 

...

..But that’s not even mentioning the endless piles of paperwork... He understood, really, that he was the only one who was pretty good at his job, and he was thankful there wasn’t someone else taking it and making a huge mess of it but archons it was a huge headache. 

snap. Looking down at his hand, he saw the cause. ..Ah. He broke the pen. Whoops. He laughed nervously, shaking his head at the eyes now on him. “Nothing, just thinking about stuff.” 

I'll Tell You My Sins // Offer Me That Deathless Death

Ajax had walked around nervously, checking himself briefly to make sure he looked okay. Well- he shouldn’t have been this nervous. He hadn’t been so worried when he’d infiltrated a party in Fontaine and had needed to seduce an official (he was male, but that’s not important), but this was different.

He hadn’t been home in forever.

Well- Ajax had sent gifts and letters of course to his siblings, but.. He didn’t think his parents would have allowed him to come back, not since what is now Tartaglia, the battle-hungry hound..

Looking at himself in the mirror, he frowned, hand grasping at a white strand, which faded into blonde, and then into ginger. Ajax had heard once that those with ginger hair didn’t go gray, but rather.. white.

The delusion must’ve had more of an effect then he thought. He didn’t think it was normal for someone as young as him to start going gray- or white in this instance.

He could shrug it off as a fashion choice? Like how Scaramouche had bits of a lighter purple at the back of his head (which he only knew because he’d often steal the big hat from off his head).

Knock. Knock. “Lord Tartaglia, your ride has arrived.”

Ajax the family man sighed, while Childe the harbinger painted a smile upon his face, and opened the door. “Вы очень добры, mi amor.” He playfully spoke, slipping into his home tongue, and then into Fontaine’s. It was always said to be the love language, after all, and everyone listened more if they liked you.

The Fatuus blushed, bowing before walking away.

He almost missed Ekaterina who stayed back at Northland Bank. She wouldn’t have taken his shit honestly, which was rare considering his status. There are plenty of horror stories spoken between the newbies about how scary the Harbingers are (he’s been there, he’s heard them himself), and how they’d probably cut off your arms and legs for the smallest of errors, so they’re always tense and never lecture him, no matter how childish he acts.

You Don't Need Treats // You Don't Need Tricks // And You Don't Need Me

Deku gave a small smile, watching as Kacchan stood at his grave. That’s all he did now. Watch. He recalled the theory that ghosts stayed when they had regrets.

..His regret must’ve been being unable to see Kacchan grow up into a hero he had always meant to be, besides not being able to get a quirk. It was only logical.

It was sad, though. Kacchan had so many friends now. Sometimes he felt jealousy pulse through him, making him shake. All he was, was just a figment of his past. He should’ve felt happy that Kacchan was able to be himself, and enjoy it without him, but it hurt. It hurt so bad. It hurt more than anything Kacchan’s quirk could do. Because it wasn’t fair, and if he thought, he could pretend that he was there, and that they were his friends. 

But anyway.. He followed Kacchan for a long while, until he heard of a little girl with white hair from the teachers (it was so easy to eavesdrop while Kacchan did boring things).

So of course, like any person would, he went to see the little girl. She was in a kids room filled with toys, and looked so adorable! He squealed, hovering closer, only to jump when she did, staring at him.

Deku’s eyes widened, recoiling. “You– can you see me..?”

Immediately he became aware of his ‘appearance’.. Blood dripped from his forehead, staining his fluffy hair, and he was in Aldera’s uniform, albeit blood covering most of it as well. It was not a pretty sight. His sadness grew when she didn’t seem to care about how bad he looked (how bad was it, when a little girl is completely insensitive to a sight?) 

“Mmhmm!” The girl- Eri, he recalled, nodded.

Hope ran in through his veins immediately. After all, if she could see him, then who else could?

“Ah.. My name is Midoriya Izuku. What about you?” He gave what he hoped was a kind smile, drifting down and sitting on his knees to better match heights. 

She stared at him for a moment in wonder, before reaching out.

Deku blinked. “Huh? Are you trying to..-”

A gasp left his lips as suddenly he was wrapped in warmth, and there was a bright light–

Control Freak

Shin watched. He didn’t know if Sou knew he did, but he wasn’t blind to the looks that Sou himself often gave. He’d give him odd looks, but would plaster a smile on his face when he noticed he was being watched.

Like now. “Is there something on my face?” Sou questioned.

The younger greenette waved him off. “Ah.. Truth be told, I don’t think I’ve gotten that much of a look on you. You always.. cover it up with a mask, but you seem much more relaxed than usual.”

Sou blinked. “Huh.. I do? Anyway you made another error riiight there.” He pointed at a line of the code, which said error was (..a spelling error).

The other groaned, attention snapping to the monitor. “Again-?” His eyes narrowed, fixing it and skimming through to make sure it all made sense. “So anyway.. Since you’re helping me out, why don’t I do the same? I-I mean I’m not as good at coding as you, but it’d only be fair.”

“No.” Sou replied instantly, making Shin shiver at the firm tone. “Really, it’s just a personal project of mine. ..Anyway, I’d think it would be quite embarrassing for you to see it right now. It’s a mess.”

..He didn’t know if Sou wasn’t aware that Shin knew he was lying, or if he was but knew Shin would never act on it. Afterall, Sou was his only friend. It didn’t matter anyway, everyone lied, even for the smallest of things.

Every Word you Say on a Throne of Lies // That Fail to Come to my Surprise

@Analyst Viridian

The world is unfair to the quirkless. I’m sure you might be thinking, ‘how so?’ Let me explain.

When one thinks about someone who is quirkless, they think they are useless. Either that, or pity. They think the quirkless are fragile and baby them, when they are just as capable as you and I. You’ll either think of that as, ‘no way! You’re lying’.

They are just as capable. Think about it, many heroes out there fight quirkless, such as underground heroes (no names, they’re underground for a reason), or heroes when they have a bad quirk matchup with a villain. After all, it is bad to overly rely on your quirk should a time come that you can’t use it, be it too dangerous, or you can’t use it in general. For example, if you had a touch-based quirk against a long-range. 

You’d have to fight quirkless because there isn’t much you can do unless you have someone else there to support you in some way. Or maybe, say, Midnight against Snipe. She’d have to get close for her quirk to be in effect, while Snipe doesn’t have to worry about that. If she were alone, she’d have to basically fight quirkless since her quirk wouldn’t be the best matchup, at least until she gets close enough.

To Be Started:

Chapter 2 of Revolutionary Waltz

Chapter 5 of A Mimic in Disguise

Chapter 2 of Echoes of a Past Unknown

Chapter 2 of Cheating Death

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"The truth hurts."

Heizou grumbled, walking down a lone path in his home village. It was so unimportant, it didn’t even need to be named! ..And he totally didn’t have to be forced by General Kujou to take over the case because no one else was free.. He just–  The detective hadn’t actually returned since he left to pursue a dream, not since.. The festival a few years back. Especially with.. the incident.. He had no reason left to stay. What, with a father wanting him to take over his work while he was still in his rebellious stage? All that would be left are pitying stares from adults that would’ve been looking down on him, so instead he had set out and made a living.  ... He isn’t that dumb to not realize that less people are leaving or entering the station. This makes him come to the conclusion that some are staying in doing work overnight (or for multiple days), and others are going out on more long distance trips. Long story short, the commission’s forces are spread thin, and therefore Heizou the renowned detective must be brought to a town regardless of his wants or desires. Or maybe he’s being overdramatic. ... ..But, anyway- Long story short, people have been going missing. Mainly people around his age, from teenagers to young adults. Ahaha, maybe it wasn’t a good idea for a detective of a similar stature to their victims to be on the case, but there really wasn’t much they could do. Barely any leads too! Therefore, he could perhaps act as bait.

I'll Tell You My Sins // Offer Me That Deathless Death

Ajax had walked around nervously, checking himself briefly to make sure he looked okay. Well- he shouldn’t have been this nervous. He hadn’t been so worried when he’d infiltrated a party in Fontaine and had needed to seduce an official (he was male, but that’s not important), but this was different.

He hadn’t been home in forever.

Well- Ajax had sent gifts and letters of course to his siblings, but.. He didn’t think his parents would have allowed him to come back, not since what is now Tartaglia, the battle-hungry hound..

Looking at himself in the mirror, he frowned, hand grasping at a white strand, which faded into blonde, and then into ginger. Ajax had heard once that those with ginger hair didn’t go gray, but rather.. white.

The delusion must’ve had more of an effect then he thought. He didn’t think it was normal for someone as young as him to start going gray- or white in this instance.

He could shrug it off as a fashion choice? Like how Scaramouche had bits of a lighter purple at the back of his head (which he only knew because he’d often steal the big hat from off his head).

Knock. Knock. “Lord Tartaglia, your ride has arrived.”

Ajax the family man sighed, while Childe the harbinger painted a smile upon his face, and opened the door. “Вы очень добры, mi amor.” He playfully spoke, slipping into his home tongue, and then into Fontaine’s. It was always said to be the love language, after all, and everyone listened more if they liked you.

The Fatuus blushed, bowing before walking away.

He almost missed Ekaterina who stayed back at Northland Bank. She wouldn’t have taken his shit honestly, which was rare considering his status. There are plenty of horror stories spoken between the newbies about how scary the Harbingers are (he’s been there, he’s heard them himself), and how they’d probably cut off your arms and legs for the smallest of errors, so they’re always tense and never lecture him, no matter how childish he acts.

You Don't Need Treats // You Don't Need Tricks // And You Don't Need Me

Deku gave a small smile, watching as Kacchan stood at his grave. That’s all he did now. Watch. He recalled the theory that ghosts stayed when they had regrets.

..His regret must’ve been being unable to see Kacchan grow up into a hero he had always meant to be, besides not being able to get a quirk. It was only logical.

It was sad, though. Kacchan had so many friends now. Sometimes he felt jealousy pulse through him, making him shake. All he was, was just a figment of his past. He should’ve felt happy that Kacchan was able to be himself, and enjoy it without him, but it hurt. It hurt so bad. It hurt more than anything Kacchan’s quirk could do. Because it wasn’t fair, and if he thought, he could pretend that he was there, and that they were his friends. 

But anyway.. He followed Kacchan for a long while, until he heard of a little girl with white hair from the teachers (it was so easy to eavesdrop while Kacchan did boring things).

So of course, like any person would, he went to see the little girl. She was in a kids room filled with toys, and looked so adorable! He squealed, hovering closer, only to jump when she did, staring at him.

Deku’s eyes widened, recoiling. “You– can you see me..?”

Immediately he became aware of his ‘appearance’.. Blood dripped from his forehead, staining his fluffy hair, and he was in Aldera’s uniform, albeit blood covering most of it as well. It was not a pretty sight. His sadness grew when she didn’t seem to care about how bad he looked (how bad was it, when a little girl is completely insensitive to a sight?) 

“Mmhmm!” The girl- Eri, he recalled, nodded.

Hope ran in through his veins immediately. After all, if she could see him, then who else could?

“Ah.. My name is Midoriya Izuku. What about you?” He gave what he hoped was a kind smile, drifting down and sitting on his knees to better match heights. 

She stared at him for a moment in wonder, before reaching out.

Deku blinked. “Huh? Are you trying to..-”

A gasp left his lips as suddenly he was wrapped in warmth, and there was a bright light–

Every Word you Say on a Throne of Lies // That Fail to Come to my Surprise

@Analyst Viridian

The world is unfair to the quirkless. I’m sure you might be thinking, ‘how so?’ Let me explain.

When one thinks about someone who is quirkless, they think they are useless. Either that, or pity. They think the quirkless are fragile and baby them, when they are just as capable as you and I. You’ll either think of that as, ‘no way! You’re lying’.

They are just as capable. Think about it, many heroes out there fight quirkless, such as underground heroes (no names, they’re underground for a reason), or heroes when they have a bad quirk matchup with a villain. After all, it is bad to overly rely on your quirk should a time come that you can’t use it, be it too dangerous, or you can’t use it in general. For example, if you had a touch-based quirk against a long-range. 

You’d have to fight quirkless because there isn’t much you can do unless you have someone else there to support you in some way. Or maybe, say, Midnight against Snipe. She’d have to get close for her quirk to be in effect, while Snipe doesn’t have to worry about that. If she were alone, she’d have to basically fight quirkless since her quirk wouldn’t be the best matchup, at least until she gets close enough.

To Be Started: Chapter 5 of A Mimic in Disguise ( i dont know what im doing with this story anymore. well i have ideas but writing no longer haunt my thoughts when im trying to sleep so i have no motivation. ive been reading a LOT of fics and anime and manga and books and light novels.)Chapter 2 of Echoes of a Past Unknown (so sorry for the cliffhanger aghhh, idk if i want to keep writing dsmp stuff) Chapter 2 of Cheating Death (IM SORRY IM IN MY MHA PHASE NOW        ....wait but its happening IN mha... im so dumb (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻     dude i dont have any ideas, any i mightve had i didnt write it down omfg my memory..) note: since my keyboard is broken and im using a on screen keyboard to type now, i think its safe to say its gonna take longer to write my usual 1000 word minimum. do i like change it from one week deadline to a month?? but i might get lazy      but i already am   aghhh

ive been neglecting my channel 

well loss of motivation usually = break

but technically i already do that

aghh

anyway here ig

toga pov wip

i think this might be the first fic from a female pov ive written (purely bc for awhile i felt very uncomfortable reading she/her and thats how i knew 'oh. i guess i wont be she/her anymore ~(￣▽￣)~')

it was my trans awakening /hj

AYO CONGRATS TOGA HIMIKO

youre a favorite of mine :)

i like her story too much aghhhhh

look what youve done lmfao

pray that i finish to 1000 cause i got to 300 words but i realize idfk what else to write

i started it on a whim, aghhhh i just heard like a song iirc and thought aand ive been reading the manga.... and ive been thinking a lot on her panels

also no im not like a ... masochist for stabby stabs? i like villains. toga grew on me and i think i understand her better now.

i like her platonically but i think if i knew her unrestrained personality (now, not at school) id be very overwhelmed as an introvert who panics easily lol

February 2023 [WIPS]

"The truth hurts."

Heizou grumbled, walking down a lone path in his home village. It was so unimportant, it didn't even need to be named! ..And he totally didn't have to be forced by General Kujou to take over the case because no one else was free.. He just– The detective hadn't actually returned since he left to pursue a dream, not since.. The festival a few years back. Especially with.. the incident.. He had no reason left to stay. What, with a father wanting him to take over his work while he was still in his rebellious stage? All that would be left are pitying stares from adults that would've been looking down on him, so instead he had set out and made a living. ... He isn't that dumb to not realize that less people are leaving or entering the station. This makes him come to the conclusion that some are staying in doing work overnight (or for multiple days), and others are going out on more long distance trips. Long story short, the commission's forces are spread thin, and therefore Heizou the renowned detective must be brought to a town regardless of his wants or desires. Or maybe he's being overdramatic. ... ..But, anyway- Long story short, people have been going missing. Mainly people around his age, from teenagers to young adults. Ahaha, maybe it wasn't a good idea for a detective of a similar stature to their victims to be on the case, but there really wasn't much they could do. Barely any leads too! Therefore, he could perhaps act as bait.

You Don't Need Treats // You Don't Need Tricks // And You Don't Need Me

Deku gave a small smile, watching as Kacchan stood at his grave. That's all he did now. Watch. He recalled the theory that ghosts stayed when they had regrets.

..His regret must've been being unable to see Kacchan grow up into a hero he had always meant to be, besides not being able to get a quirk. It was only logical.

It was sad, though. Kacchan had so many friends now. Sometimes he felt jealousy pulse through him, making him shake. All he was, was just a figment of his past. He should've felt happy that Kacchan was able to be himself, and enjoy it without him, but it hurt. It hurt so bad. It hurt more than anything Kacchan's quirk could do. Because it wasn't fair, and if he thought, he could pretend that he was there, and that they were his friends.

But anyway.. He followed Kacchan for a long while, until he heard of a little girl with white hair from the teachers (it was so easy to eavesdrop while Kacchan did boring things).

So of course, like any person would, he went to see the little girl. She was in a kids room filled with toys, and looked so adorable! He squealed, hovering closer, only to jump when she did, staring at him.

Deku's eyes widened, recoiling. "You– can you see me..?"

Immediately he became aware of his 'appearance'.. Blood dripped from his forehead, staining his fluffy hair, and he was in Aldera's uniform, albeit blood covering most of it as well. It was not a pretty sight. His sadness grew when she didn't seem to care about how bad he looked (how bad was it, when a little girl is completely insensitive to a sight?)

"Mmhmm!" The girl- Eri, he recalled, nodded.

Hope ran in through his veins immediately. After all, if she could see him, then who else could?

"Ah.. My name is Midoriya Izuku. What about you?" He gave what he hoped was a kind smile, drifting down and sitting on his knees to better match heights.

She stared at him for a moment in wonder, before reaching out.

Deku blinked. "Huh? Are you trying to..-"

A gasp left his lips as suddenly he was wrapped in warmth, and there was a bright light–

Til I’m the Only One Left Alive // Whether or Not You Hate This Me // It’s Not My Turn to Die

Shin(?) exhaled. His eyes were glazed over, and he saw what was not there. 

His eyes traveled in the unfamiliar room— for a second he could see gray bed sheets. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw flowers sprouting, tangled around a green-sleeved arm. 

He could almost hear…

“ It's fine now... 

(“No! No it isn’t!” Sou wanted to scream in horror.)

Thank you, everyone…(What is there to thank!? Kanna , you couldn’t..- You can’t leave! Not like him !)

...Thank you, Sara. 

(Not her ! Why must you thank your killer?!)

Please take care of Sou...(You must’ve known how this had to end, right? I didn’t have anyone besides you, and now I’m all alone again. )Everyone... get along together... ”

(I’m so pathetic. I couldn’t even follow that. They’re all dead , and now I am the remaining majority.)

Kanna has expired .

He screamed.

“-riya.”

Who?

“ Mi - do - ri — ( imnothimimnothimimnothimimnothim– ) —ya?”

Midoriya?

Tsukimi. Hiyori. Midori ya.

Izuku snapped back into reality. “Oh.”

Aizawa-sensei stood in front of him in concern. “Are you back with me ?”

Right. He almost found it laughable. 

Midoriya Izuku. UA student, in Class 1-A, the hero course. (How would they feel knowing of the blood that has stained his hands? He almost wanted to give it a try just to see their faces. ..But he owed it to Kanna to live. Live for the life she sacrificed for.

He hated how similar he was to Midori, now. No, Sou [Sara gave him Midori.]. Should he really keep a claim on that name? When it’s his ? He already had Shin. ..But Shin is the name of, funnily enough, a Deku. Shin died in the  simulation. Sou lived.)

Sou plastered on a smile. (..No. Izuku was more like Shin. ..But face it. He liked it. It’s like he kept a piece of that bastard with him.) “I’m okay, sensei. I just had a nightmare, that’s all.” He kept his voice calm, but he knew Aizawa didn’t fully believe him.

To Be Started: Chapter 5 of A Mimic in Disguise  Chapter 2 of Echoes of a Past Unknown  Chapter 2 of Cheating Death

March 2023 (To-Do List)

Til I’m the Only One Left Alive // Whether or Not You Hate This Me // It’s Not My Turn to Die

(Past - Sports Festival)

Despite the fact that Izuku had skipped out on the sports festival, he was still in the stands with his classmates, silently watching.

It was from this that he took proper notice of Todoroki. Sure, it was ‘cool’ or whatever, and he was quite the powerhouse, but he noticed how his technique was less specific and controlled, and instead more.. ‘out there’. 

He’d have written him off as arrogant had it not been for the look on his face. Resentment. 

Todoroki had stiffened whenever Endeavor spoke. (He had half the mind to tell him to shut up)

And…

In all honesty, it almost reminded him of him and Midori. ..Or, Shin and Sou. Except more.. Sou of the death game, and Midori the floor master.

Except Endeavor kinda felt more like a brute.  He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer of how he acted, (he had an idea already..) but, it wouldn’t hurt to look.

So after Todoroki’s fight with.. someone.. He stood up, keeping his steps light to get his classmates' attention away, and wandered around the area of where Todoroki had exited. 

Well, no one but students and Yuuei staff were meant to be here, but if a hero can yell and make a racket without anyone complaining… 

His efforts were not unfounded, as he found the shitty dad of the year yelling at his son. Something stupid about quirks and using his full power or something. 

He reached back towards his phone (residing in his pocket), turning it on with his quirk and recording, partly viewing through the camera to make sure they could discern what was going on, and with who.

“Ah, Todoroki-kun! There you are! I was looking for you!” Izuku interrupted, a fake cheerful smile on his face as he walked in, as if Endeavor wasn’t about to do something likely unjustly.

Both heads snapped to him, one in thinly veiled shock, and the other in annoyance. “Leave. This business has nothing to do with you. Don’t you see we’re busy?”

“Huh? As I see it, Mr. ‘Hero’, you’re trespassing on private property, interacting with a minor who is clearly uncomfortable with whatever you were doing and probably crossing boundaries, and likely abusing your power to get here. Do I continue?” 

Endeavor was clearly getting more and more irritated, while Todoroki didn’t seem to know how to react. It made sense, considering his father's status. It also didn’t paint a pretty picture.

“Foolish child, you have no idea what you’re talking about–” 

“Don’t I? As far as I can tell, you’re not meant to be here. Parent, or No. 2 hero or not. Others might be biased, but the staff aren’t. All it takes is one call. Do you really want to do this here? It might not be much, but who knows, it might lead into an investigation of your home life, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want any skeletons in your closet to be revealed, especially to the media. You know how difficult they are, eating anything up, even if it might not be true. So why don’t you take this somewhere else, and stop sabotaging Todoroki’s performance? Or do I need to simplify it so someone like you can understand?”

A pause. Sou almost laughed out loud at how angry Endeavor clearly was, considering how his flames grew in size, but trying to restrain it by not acting on it. The next best thing would be sprinklers activating to put him out and making him look like a wet dog. Actually, should he–

“..Midoriya.” Todoroki interrupted his thoughts, causing him to remember technically what he was here for.

“Ah, right! Todoroki, do you have a minute?” He didn’t wait for an answer, dragging Todoroki with him far away from his.. father? creator? likely abuser? 

Izuku decided not to address those thoughts, and once he felt like they were a safe distance away, stopped and let him go, smiling sheepishly. “Uhh, sorry about that. Just felt like something was off.”

It was clear to him that Todoroki likely felt lost. Now he really wished he activated the sprinklers on Endeavor. Who ever  looked at him and thought, ‘Nope! That boy is perfectly fine, no trauma to be found.’ ? 

“..Why did you..?” The other’s gaze felt searching, almost desperate. “Did you know?”

“Huh? ..No..?” He felt like he was kicking a puppy.

“But then how did..?”

He wasn’t prepared to deal with this, how does one even answer???

“Uhm. I don’t know about anyone else, but it’s not that hard to tell Endeavor isn’t really ‘dad’ material when he’s yelling in the stands and calling you a ‘masterpiece’ or whatever. I don’t know about what he did to you, but I’d think your scar is saying enough. And your hero costume.. It’s the exact opposite of Endeavor’s. Not that anyone but Yuuei knows of that, but still.”

A silent pause. What if he misunderstands and thinks everyone was blatantly ignoring??

“Not that it’s anyone else’s fault for not noticing? I think that.. Other people see things through rose-tinted glasses. They see heroes as infallible and perfect. Everything that’s good. But that’s just not true. They might not even be able to comprehend a hero doing bad.”

Todoroki’s brow furrowed. “..Oh.” ..Was that a good answer or not??

“Midoriya, could I.. tell you everything?” 

He tried his best attempt at a reassuring smile. “Of course. That’s what friends are for, right?” 

“Friends..” Todoroki whispered under his breath, like he was testing out the word. 

Long story short, he got trauma dumped on. Cool.

..At least he has a recording now?

He jumped at the sound of Present Mic’s voice, and rushed back. Even if he wasn’t going to join in, he’d still watch.

don't know what I did / but it was my fault / that's what you said

Izuku could barely stop himself. 

Everyone had a breaking point, and he just had a bad day. Running on low sleep because he’d been ranting about how much good the heroes do, while the other person was arguing that it just made people used to excessive violence and therefore stopped batting an eye.

(Okay, sure, but it helped people feel safer! It was something straight out of a comic book, heroes were. Something that was once unbelievable, a child’s dream, became reality. Everyone would be miserable otherwise.)

And today, Kacchan must’ve fallen on the wrong side of the bed, because he kept bothering him and causing such an inconvenience.

The second class ended, he dashed out to finally get away from Kacchan, only to get ambushed by his stupid lackeys!

..Okay maybe he was getting a little bitter, and maybe that was uncalled for, but you don’t hang around someone like Kacchan without picking up on a few hobbies.

“..Tsubasa-san.. Y-You don’t have to do this..” He still held out hope that there was some good in the winged boy, hoping that he could maybe hit something in him. (He wasn’t stupid, he knew mutant-type quirk users were bullied too, but he’d never seen anything during school. Maybe it was because the perfect victim was right there. Him. The quirkless kid.)

he almost wanted to tear at those wings. They were such a liability, nothing like Hawks’ where he can control the feathers to avoid such a threat. He’d be dumb not to realize in heroics that some villain would grab at it, especially with how big they are.. He’s just asking for something to go wrong by making enemies, and he can’t even go that fast anyway.. Maybe he should learn what it feels like to be quirkless, be berated and looked down on. Treated like glass. It's even better if just one wing remains because he’ll be taunted by the fact that he can’t fly, and oh what if he bleeds out to death when his wings are gone? But he’ll learn his lesson about his weak fucking quirk that he’s just trying to get over his own insecurities by beating up the quirkless kid even though Kacchan wouldn’t bat an eye at him, probably doesn’t even know his name–

“Oi. Stupid deku.”

He flinched, zoning back in, and mumbling in greeting. “K-Kacchan..”

Chapter 3: When I reached over to touch / your wound gently / I had realized you were ever slightly shivering

The next day was the true start, with no orientation (not that they ever got to see that), and now a full day.

(A/N: THATS IT- i havent started)

To be started:

Cheating Death Chapter 3

Echoes of a Past Unknown Part 2

And When We Meet Again, Will You See Me for Me? (Or Am I just a Ghost in your Story?)

riddle

book 1 spoilers

ok. so. im just. gonna put this here. because. yeah. and also because this fic is gonna be LONG (which i usually write shorter stuff. i didnt expect me to make it long but it just happened.) so it'll be awhile before i post it. ..because its a oneshot, and i write oneshots. so.

but i kind of. oddly feel very proud of this part. blink blink.

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“You shut your spoiled little mouth!” Ace-chan yelled.

Both of the juniors startled.

“..Wh-What..?” Riddle-kun stuttered, also surprised by the sudden outburst.

And then–

Ace-chan punched Riddle-kun! 

“..So not cute,” He muttered almost by reflex. 

“A-Ace!?” Deuce-chan.

“Forget this. I’m done.”

“Y-You.. Hit me…?!”

Ah..

“Parents shouldn’t control their kids, and how they flourish and act shouldn’t be attributed to the parent. It’s not your parents fault that you became a tyrant, or anyone else’s. You’ve been here a year, and you haven’t even made a friend who’ll tell you that you’re out of line. And that’s on you.”

..Oh, Ace-chan.

Riddle-kun recoiled, “..What are you talking about?”

“Look. Maybe you had some strict upbringing from an overbearing and relentless helicopter-mom. But is that all you are? An extension of her? Can’t you think for yourself? ..Really, you call yourself the ‘red sovereign’? You’re just a baby who’s good at magic.”

“..Baby..? Did you just..!?” That was his angry face. “You don’t know anything!”

“I don’t. And I don’t need to. Your attitude tells me everything I need to know. That you’re just a spoiled brat!”

This wasn’t good. At all. An intervention, but was it a good one, or a bad one? Sometimes it could make things worse before it’d get better, and that was why it was so hard to tell. 

“Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up shut up SHUT UP! My mother was right! Therefore I am right too!”

This time, Trey-kun spoke up, “Calm down, Riddle. The duel’s already over.”

“If you do not cease your conflict now, I’ll have you written up for breaking school rules!”

Oh, Headmage, anyone could tell that’s not the right decision to make. Bringing up his absolute obedience to the ‘rules’ and turning it against him to try to stop him? Do you want him to see you as against him? He wouldn’t listen… Only to his own and his mother’s delusion.

“He’s right, though! I’ve had enough of Riddle!”

Cater couldn’t tell who it was, but someone threw an egg at the redhead. It broke and splattered on his clothes.

“..Huh..?” Riddle-kun blankly commented.

He shivered under his cold gaze, that turned to stare at everyone. “Who was it? Who did it?”

…

Suddenly he had a scary expression on his face.. “SPEAK UP! Coward. If you mean to say something, say it to my face. You diminish your action by hiding amongst the crowd instead of owning up to your action. Is that all you can do? Truly? ..How disappointing.. Can you only find strength in a group? Where you are ‘invisible’ and therefore everyone gets blamed? Where was your courage at the unbirthday party? ..And yet you act now.. How pitiful. What changed? I’m almost ashamed to be your dorm leader.”

Riddle-kun burst into laughter, “And you say you’re fed up? I’m the one who's fed up with all of you..! No matter what I do, it’s rulebreaker after rulebreaker! Clearly my authority means not a thing! What is it? Are the punishments too light? Is that why you don’t listen? ..No matter how many chances I give, leniencies because truly, I do understand the hardship of memorizing so many rules all at once when you’re so used to so little.. To it being more lax.. I understand, but that doesn’t mean I will stand by after screw up after screw up. You must learn, and clearly, forgiveness is not enough. Truly, I should’ve been more strict. Mother was right, of course she was.. If fear of punishment is what will get you to follow the rules for once, then so be it. It’s time for a re-education. Everyone makes sacrifices for the greater good, do they not? This is for your own good, so obey me.”

Cater felt dread build up, and yet– He couldn’t help but think that that last line must’ve been a quote. Something repeated so many times towards him that it was to be remembered.

‘This is for your own good.’ He felt a little sick, honestly. How many times had his mother justified cruel actions as so?

Riddle-kun ‘smiled’, “Let’s see.. First, it’s OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” ..Luckily he wasn’t included. Maybe that was because he didn’t view him or Trey-kun as rulebreakers.. “Fighting back is pointless, so it’s best to get that out of the way first before anyone gets any ideas. All it will do is tire you out. Most of you are pitiful without magic, it’s a little funny. But clearly, you all are in such a useless state because I haven’t been nearly as harsh as I should be, so as dorm leader I will take full responsibility, as the most correct person here. I will help you flourish. No worries, all rebellion will be stamped out, and forgiven. It is only right to lend a helping hand, and forgive the children when they make a mistake, no?”

How much of this was ‘him’, and how much of this was his mother?

Underneath it though, he could feel a cool anger. 

“Cease this improper behavior now, Rosehearts-kun! I expected better from you!”

..Headmage..

“Of course. I had not acted as a proper dorm leader should’ve, so I will now. After all, every student within the dorm is my responsibility, and thus I should be taking extra care that all of my upper and underclassmen flourish under my guidance. Otherwise, I would be a failure of a Housewarden. My apologies for not doing so sooner.”

“That’s not..!”

Cater winced, “..This could get ugly, fast.” Riddle-kun looked calm, but he could snap in an instant. No doubt.

“Riddle, stop this!” Trey-kun yelled.

Riddle-kun’s expression went blank. “..Even you, Trey. You should’ve understood. Isn’t that exactly why they need to be re-taught? There’s not much you can do with a wrong baseline, except break it and start over, isn’t it?”

..’Break it’ instead of something less violent, like throwing it away.

“How delusional,” Ace-chan scoffed.

Riddle-kun gave a fake upturn of lips, “This once, all will be forgiven if you retract your comment.”

Liar. Was that what she did to you, too? When you did something ‘wrong’, did she pretend that it was okay, and then immediately turn on you once you confessed?

“No way! I refuse.”

“I see.” A hand raised, and– “Mighty roses, come to my command, and put this rulebreaker where he belongs! In the ground with the rest of the trash.”

“..Oh shit,” He muttered under his breath.

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anyway after that is overblot so. haha.

anyway. i kind of gave of vibes of him projecting on the students a little. and very much repeating his mother.

so. my notes i wrote after: I dont know why i wrote riddle like i did. Now that im actually thinking about it though. (cause idk when i write my brain goes to somewhere else and i sometimes dont remember writing it cause im so. Distracted. Or focused. Idfk. zoned out.)

But so. In all honesty. Dont you think riddle’s actually being kind of kinder to them? I mean, maybe its just because the queen of hearts rules dont detail on exactly how much one should eat or something. But that was how he was taught so you’d think he’d do the same for his students, monitoring and limiting them, but he doesn’t.

So. he was being kinder then his mother.                  And guess what? It doesnt work. Whats the conclusion then? That his mother was right. That her way of thinking was right. (in a way, maybe it was riddle experimenting, trying to see if what was his life was actually wrong. Conflicted. If his mother was wrong, because what if..? But. no.)

Is it weird that i like how i wrote riddle in this?

Anyway i think this is the most ive actually veered away from canon wording, and turned from riddle having a tantrum to riddle acting like his mom with her fake calmness that could turn to anger so easily.

There, standing before him is Draco, towel slung loosely around his waist, hair dripping onto his shoulders. A droplet of water snakes across the swell of his chest, continues down over his lithe abdomen and disappears, absorbed by the towel. He’s so close to Harry. Close enough that Harry could lean forward just a very little bit and place his hands on Draco’s slim waist. Close enough that he could lean forward and kiss him.

“Could I borrow some clothes?” Draco says, voice all gravel and depth, so much so that it sends a spark right through Harry’s core. 

He stares dumbly at Draco blinking for a couple seconds. “Oh, yeah, um, clothes. Yeah I’ve got clothes,” He babbles nonsensically, and gestures at the dresser before fleeing to the bathroom.  

full work here 

tonight my sleep will be restless 

this is an expert from my @drarry-spin-the-wheel-fest work. My prompts are Werewolf Harry or Draco and Meet Ugly. I’ve hit some writers block and I think I just need to know that someone enjoys the direction of this fic to inspire me to keep writing it haha. Hope ya’ll enjoy! 

“Don’t try to tell me you didn’t know Draco was in Scotland,” Harry spits through the fire. Blaise rubs his eyes groggily. He’s wearing an emerald green dressing gown embroidered with what looks like giant golden butterflies. The Slytherins have always had a bit of a wild fashion sense. 

“I didn’t know Draco was in Scotland?” Blaise has always been a terrible liar. 

“You’re a terrible liar,” Harry says angrily. 

Blaise smiles nervously. “Okay you caught me, I knew Draco was in Scotland.” 

“I can’t believe you,” Harry looks down and finds that his knuckles are clenched into fists, his knuckles stand out white against his tanned skin. He knows it isn’t good for him to wind himself up like this but he can’t help it. “You knew he was here and you encouraged me to buy the house RIGHT NEXT DOOR to him?!” 

“Um, yes. That might be exactly what I did.” Blaises curls his lip into a small smirk, “But isn’t it great? Now he can keep an eye on you.” 

“Don’t tell me you set this up because you thought Draco Malfoy would be a prime candidate for watching over the Savior of the Wizarding World. You didn’t think that the second he realized something strange was going on he would go straight to the press?” Harry demands. 

Blaise’s eyes widen slightly, “I didn’t really think about that,” He admits. “But he’s changed a lot since the war. I’m sure he won’t do that.” 

“Oh perfect. You didn’t think of that?!! What were you thinking about then?”

“Oh,” Blaise says brightly, “How when me and Ginny come to visit we can see both of you instead of taking portkeys to different places.” 

“So,” Harry’s voice comes out low, a dangerous strain to his words. “You’re telling me I bought a house in the middle of nowhere only to find out that Draco Malfoy is my neighbor all because you and Ginny wanted simple travel plans?”

“Well yes,” Blaise admits gingerly, scooting back from his fireplace a little as if he thinks Harry might reach through the flames and shove him. “When I think about it like that it does seem a little silly.” 

Harry shakes his head and forces himself to take a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth just like the sodding meditation practice Hermione is always forcing him to do. 

“Fine,” He grits out. “I’ll figure out how to handle it. But you have to tell Draco that it’s your fault I’m here. I don’t want him thinking I’m some obsessive stalker.” 

“Hm, I actually think that maybe that could be avoided? You see-” 

“No,” Harry says, “You tell him or I’ll tell Ginny about the time you stole her favorite dress to wear to Pansy’s drag party.” 

“Okay,” Blaise says, clenching his jaw. “I’m sure it won’t be a big deal. He’ll forgive me immediately.” 

“Whatever you need to tell yourself Blaise.”

Harry ends the firecall and slumps onto the rug. 

Maybe when the stakes become most violent is when we become what we resemble most, Regulus thinks. He stares into the cool gray eyes of his mother until the pain knocks his legs out from under him and he tumbles unceremoniously onto the floor.

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