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When I catch you foundations year it’s on sight

This also includes bodies that need to have something changed about them for medical purposes. We should always embrace and respect those who are plus sized, and that includes those who need to lose weight to benefit their health

-A girl who recently started her weight loss journey :>

I think all bodies are inherently beautiful, which is really really cool because like, we all got one

What if after that you spent decades trying to bring my decying, lifeless body home, while with every year, my last wish doesn't just become a promise to your brother- it becomes an obsession. Your eyes slowly become darker and stop reflecting what you see; they only see one goal anymore, Earth. What if every roadblock becomes a mortal enemy to you as you try to bring the pile of bones, the ones that used to contain my soul, back- they're stripped of their flesh because you had nothing to eat on one of those long, Europa days when you were stranded from the rest of your brothers in arms. In fact, what if those brothers slowly began looking at you differently, and you know they're talking through their suits about something, but they're not including you. You can tell they're afraid of you, afraid after that night where they dug you out of the snow to see you gnawing on my skeleton, the remains of my moldy flesh scattered on the floor around you and spattered on your face. You didn't mind. Everything was for me, after all. So what if the others minded? You only had to finish the war to get back; you only had to defeat everyone else. You had to hurt the people who had taken me away. And as your good memories of me faded, they became the scraps of life you clung to, because you no longer had anything else. Your brothers never understood why if was so important to you to get me back to Earth, never understood that it wasn't because of my last wish anymore, it was because everything else around you had faded into static and your only peace would be found from burying me in my native land. You weren't even sure what you would do after, but you didn't think about that, all you had to do was keep on putting one foot in front of the other; keep killing one person after another. And what if, as the faces blurred together, you accidently killed your family? Your pack, that had traveled along with you, now lay silent among the pink-stained ice and snow? Well, you were fighting a war. Casualties were bound to happen. It wasn't even really your fault, was it- they were holding you back, trying to make you see that you were slowly dying from some disease you contracted after eating my flesh. But you knew, of course, that that wasn't true. They were only trying to keep you from returning with your brother to Earth, to stay there forevermore. If they were right? You didn't care. You trudged on, through snow and ice and sleet and bullets and guns and fighting and death, even though you were getting slower with every step, you kept walking. And what if, in the end, you looked around and saw that not even my bones were there anymore; your soul was now lost somewhere in the rubble. What if you looked up and thought you saw a glimpse of blue and green, somewhere out there, and felt your heart stop, there amongst the snow.

What if, later, your body was found and brought back to Earth, and I was finally able to rest happily?

What if that's when it ends?

What if it goes on forever?

what if we were brothers in arms in the war torn landscape of europa and i held your bleeding wound as the blood stained the endless, blinding white tundra, your bated breath asking me to bury you back home and our last memory together was looking up to the swirling rings of color on jupiter. what then.

Bsd Masterlist

Main manga / Alt link (new chapter on 3rd of every month)

Bungo Stray Dogs Wan / Alt link (new chapter on 16th of every month)

Extra manga content:

Wan Special Chapter

Wan Season 5 Shorts

Wan vol 12 bonus side story (Part 1 / Part 2) and omake

Anthology Chapters Masterlist

Raws of anthology 1-5 if anyone wants to translate

Omake / alt link+ wan special chapter

Bungou Stray Dogs: Chopsticks and a Spoon

Light Novels

Dazai’s Entrance Exam

Dazai Osamu and the Dark Era

The Untold Story of the Founding of the Detective Agency 

55 Minutes

Beast

Dazai, Chuuya, Age 15

Stormbringer

Dead Apple

Bungo Stray Dogs Another Story (Gaiden) (Fan translation)

The Day I Picked Up Dazai

there is no official or fan translation because it just came out recently but there are fan translation of booklet so here (it doesn't contain illustrations from light novel and can be a little different, if any changes are made in the light novel)

Side A / Side B

Side A is about how cannon Dazai first met Odasaku and Side B is about how Beast Dazai first met odasaku so I recommend reading Beast light novel before reading Side B.

Side Short Stories:

Kunikida and Katai's Brilliant Days

The Heartless Cur

Manga adapted from light novels

Bungo Stray Dogs Beast

Dazai, Chuuya, Age 15

Stormbringer (New chapter on 26th of every month)

Gaiden

Dead Apple (not all chapters are translated in english)

The Untold Story of the Founding of the Detective Agency (New chapter on 4th of every month)

Live Action

Beast Movie (if it is not available in your country, turn the vpn on and change the region to France)

Stage Plays

Bungo Stray Dogs on Stage

Dark Era (check the tutorial for adding subtitles)

Three Companies Conflict (if it is not available in your country, turn the vpn on and change the region to France)

Untold Origins of the Detective Agency

Dazai's Entrance Exam

Dead Apple

Dazai, Chuuya, Age 15

Stormbringer (if it is not available in your country, turn the vpn on and change the region to France)

Cannibalism Arc

You can find rest of the stage plays in this file but sadly there are no english subs

Other Stuff

CD Dramas

Character Songs

Stage Play Behind the Scenes

Bsd va Radio

Uemura's Detective Agency

You can find almost all of this on BSD-Bibliophile and if anyone has subtitled file of stage plays tell me so that i can add it here

idk abt the rest of yall but I want more angst around noes memory ability. And not just the "ohh noe can see into memories and can never drink vanitas' blood and the moment he does vani will never trust him again 😱😥" No!! I want to see noe having trouble remembering what memories are his and which are the ones he took from another person. I want to see him begin to tell a story of something he randomly remembered only to be reminded that its not his memory. I want to see him feeling another person emotions from sharing memories and struggle to disconnect from it because it never even happend to him. Or feeling guilty over another's action that they did in the memory and having to told that he doesn't have to feel guilty bc it wasn't him and struggling to explain his feelings about why does anyway.

Just give me more of noe struggling with his powers.

Yeah. I get that. I feel like it would have been cool for Alice and Masquerade to be separated and become more familiar with each other, like siblings. I definitely feel like the anime should have focused a bit more on their relationship instead of writing them out in NV.

But it makes sense that Masquerade didn’t like Alice because she was the more friendly and lovable version of him. It’s like he knew that he wasn’t good enough to be like her so he wanted to defeat her so he could become the host. But then he realizes that his dramatic flair and evilness is equally apart of her as her goodness and likability is apart of him. I just feel like there should have been more explored with them. Including the whole: Who remembers what? What happens to Masquerade when Alice is awake? Could Alice become like Masquerade if she had never met the brawlers? Did Alice’s bakugan even like her after Masquerade died/vanished? I feel like there should have been more to explore.

(I also think it would be nice if Alice wasn’t forgiven so easily and if she still had to overcome some mistrust. Even though she wasn’t aware of anything. And it would be nice if she tried to bond with all of her/their/his bakugan more. Especially Hydranoid)

(Like imagine your master disappears one day, and this random girl who was him is suddenly who you have to listen to. I’d be fed up.)

Guys. Do you think that Masquerade cared for Alice and vice versa? Because he probably knew she existed before that final battle, right? Like, he was aware of her being alive. Or did he just fall asleep and sometimes wake up as Alice? Because didn’t he use Alice to track the brawlers?

I don’t know where I’m going with this…

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I'm just gonna come out and say this - People are going to interpret a character/franchise differently. Each person's interpretation is going to be different, even if it's just by a bit. Does that mean one interpretation is better than the other? No. Are some more accurate than others? Yes - But that doesn't give you the right to shit on people for their contribution to the fandom. If it's something extremely problematic, that's a different story. But headcanoning a character as 'gay' is not problematic. Shipping two legal, non-related characters is not problematic. Writing a character differently than how they are portrayed in the media is not problematic - Inaccurate, sure, but nothing serious.

Instead of saying "fuck this fandom" or "this fandom is so ass", CONTRIBUTE WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE !! That's the entire reason I made this account: I wasn't seeing as much content {that fit my narrative} as I would've wanted. So, what did I do? I made that content myself.

I did not shit on other creators for their posts. I did not say "fuck this fandom/this fandom sucks." I started using my brain {which some of you aren't doing for some reason..} and writing/drawing/CREATING my own shit. It doesn't matter if my posts get 1 like or 1000 likes, I'm content with my posts - That's it.

You don't have to agree with everything/everyone in the fandom, just have the decency to respect people - my god

Grow a pair {of ovaries} and contribute what you want to receive instead of whining on the internet about your bullshit predicament 🫀

hello I recently and after going through it I would like to ask some questions if that’s ok of course and sorry if you perhaps got one of theses questions before

1.what is your general opinion on Shigaraki cause I’m curious as a shiggy fan and just curious in general what other people who don’t like him as much or just in general don’t like him think of him

2. How would you write/rewrite shigaraki just in general or if nine was the main villian and Shigaraki was like a secondary villian and or maybe him joining up with nine

3. What do you think would have happened if nine found tenko

sorry if this ask comes off as annoying or rude I’m just general curious hope you having a good/night

Hello!

It's ok, I would try to answer the question the best I can as english isn't my first lenguage so sorry if you find errors here and there. So let's go:

1_ This may sound strange as my constant comments and critiques about Shigaraki may make look like I hate him, but isn't really the case.

I think is more he's a frustrating character to me because while on paper his concept is fine, I feel his presence ends up being detrimental to the quality of the story because the mangaka didn't know how kept Shigaraki relevant and his solution was artificially increase his status sacrificing other more interesting characters with potential just to elevate Shigaraki, especially Nine and Overhaul.

2_ Honestly I never thought on an in deep rewrite of Shigaraki overall character.

But If I have to say something he did works as a early antagonist considering the initial states of MHA and while I'm not fan of having a singular main villain (because in my ideal story multiple major villains should fight for the power) I think Shigaraki and Nine surely can coexist in the same story. They can even influence each other in fact.

After all an important part of Shigaraki as a character is how he develops a sense camaraderie and tries to became a better leader (even if there's a lot of problems with the execution if that idea in canon).

But Nine already had those qualities since the beginning, he's a good leader who always cared about his teamates and tried his best to protect them. He was a hero for them basically.

So why not make Nine a figure which inspires Shigaraki rather than his rival and Tomura attemps to became a better version of himself while looking what makes Nine a beloved leader, while at the same it time creates a contrast with AFO who was the only prominent figure on his life before.

It would also be funny if AFO didn't see coming how his two attempts of "successors" would became closer allies rather than rivals and join forces, eventually opposing him. Nine would never follow AFO selfish ideals, and he probably will fight to free Shigaraki from his control.

3_ This one is interesting, because I don't think Nine and Shigaraki have a big age difference in the first place.

Despite Nine got a more adult vibe he probably is at best middle 20s, which would make him 4-5 years older than Shigaraki in terms of canon age.

So in a scenario where Nine found Tenko after what happened to his family that day they both will still be kids.

But despite Nine seem to only care about people with stronger quirks and you can think "why he would care about a random kid in the streets?" I actually think Nine has this unconsious instict to protect others in a vulnerable situation regardless of their actual power. After all how he could guess people like Slice and Mummy were strong but he helped them anyway?

That being said I think Nine would do exactly the same for Tenko if he found him that day, extending a hand to him (metaphorically at least lol) and both would escape together while trying to survive on the cruel world of the streets as two orphans without any place to go.

Think about it as Nine being the big bro who tries to protect Tenko the best he can, because he knows Tenko can be a really strong person and both could take on the world someday. Of course Nine won't try to fuel Tenko's trauma unlike AFO, perhaps he will attempt to heal him and Tenko will recover a bit of his own selfless and sweet self with time.

While they grown together as a found family they eventually will meet Chimera, Slice and Mummy like Nine did in canon.

Idk how their lives should continue from there, but pretty sure all them will still fight for create the ideal world Nine always wanted for all of them.

So that's it, I tried my best to answer each question but probably I could've added a lot more but didn't want to make this too long either.

Perhaps one day I will do more post with ideas about how I would like the story to be. It's very fun write about Nine and Shigaraki actually.

Thank you for ask and read!

Something interesting that I’ve noticed is that Natalie is one of the only people who hasn’t given her thoughts on Carmy and Claire together. We’ve seen most of the people in Carms life give positive reactions and approval to Carmy and Claire, going as far as trying to push Carmy towards Claire i.e the Christmas ep with Mikey and Richie trying to antagonize him about seeing her and Fak willingly giving up his number. Nat’s one of the few people who hasn’t given their insight on Carmy and Claire’s relationship as a whole, besides being somewhat glad he’s socializing with someone outside of the restaurant. I’m hoping this leads to them having a conversation in s3 where they talk about whether he’s truly happy with Claire and Nat being the only person who can see that he’s not. I feel as though Carmy and Syd share a similar relationship to Nat and Pete, Syd and Pete being the one person who isn’t tied to their past, the ones who see all of their damage and want them anyways. And I think Nat sees this too, that Syd is to Carmy as Pete is to Nat. I hope she tells him to do what makes him happy and be with someone who makes him happy and not the person everybody thinks he should be with.

Watched it ends with us and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was like the expected it to totally glamorize the abuse and make seems like it okay and then a total one 80 and be “no, no we said it fine earlier but its actually bad” but they didn’t really do that. If anything the movies bad because the dialogue is cringe and stale. And the scenes are all so awkward and boring and have such a forced vibe to it, like do y’all want to even be acting like now? And the skip in between the past and present is confusing because it never says it’s the past. Usually movies will have something like “in 1982 during march” but it didn’t have anything like that. And I feel like if anyone who hasn’t read the book or knew anything about it would be so confused. like the one scene of her writing a letter to Ellen. They never talked about that. It was so random.

I hate Colleen Hoover so much she doesn’t deserve a movie. Her books upset me so much especially ugly love and honestly anyone who decides to write a love story between step siblings doesn’t need a fucking movie. Like that was not needed the book would be just fine without that. It wasn’t even the main love story or anything she just did for fun. Every Colleen Hoover books make me think she hates woman. Anyways November 9th is worse and I will in fact spit in Colleen Hoovers face if I ever met her. Back on topic “it ends with us” is at least 5/10 and I hope a Colleen Hoover book is never made into a movie again.

she didn't count the minutes that had passed since she'd entered the office, instead taking the time to glance around the room where she sat waiting, eyes searching for something that would let her know she was making the right choice. eyes were drawn from furniture and then the walls, not seeing anything but a layer of dust that came from living in new york. there was no magic writing on the wall to tell her that she was in the right place. and to be fair, considering most of her life had been one impulsive decision to another, she didn't understand why she expected this to be any different. the pretty blonde behind the desk was good for small talk, but unfortunately, that wasn't something that natasha excelled in at all.

at the arrival of who she'd been waiting for, there wasn't a moment missed as she stood from her seat following him as she was directed to. "i appreciate you seeing me on such short notice."

it takes natasha time to sit into the seat across from him at the desk, eyes studying him as she considers her options before electing to open her mouth. "i'm looking to hire you to assist in reobtaining a property in new york that i lost when SHIELD fell. it had been listed in the files as a safe house, and while it may have been used as that, it was originally my home and i'd like it back."

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The morning had started out like any other; groaning at the sound of his talking alarm clock going off, smacking it off of the nightstand in his attempt to quiet it, only making him groan again in frustration he would have to put the thing back together for a second time that month. But there was a deep sense of worry with knowing who was waiting for him at the office; the Black Widow. He had encountered several times on patrol as Daredevil and when he found Natasha Romanoff's name on his schedule for the following day, he silently prayed it was just a coincidence.

“Matt!” Karen piped up from behind her desk the moment he stepped through the door, looking relieved. “I was just about to call you. You’re late again and we were getting worried. Miss Romanoff has been waiting for you."

“Ah, I apologize. Rough morning.” Matthew waved an apology before slipping inside the office. Slipping his suit jacket off and hanging it on the coat rack, he picked up his briefcase and cane again before nodding towards the open door of his office. “Miss Romanoff, if you don’t mind me getting settled, come in and sit down. I don't think there was any notes about your case so you're going to have to bring me up to speed."

thinking about how in the og triology katniss says her mother forbid her from singing "dangerous songs", thinking about how snow probally banned the songs of the covey to finally get rid of them, thinking about burdock singing them in his house to his daughters, thinking about katniss singing to prim, to rue, to the rebellion, thinking about how snow tried so hard to get rid of the songs only for them to survive everytime and with them the covey themselves, because as long as their songs get sung they can never be completly gone, can they?

The Origins of the Gods of Creation

At first, there is nothing but cosmos, and the forge. The forge is an unknown creature with a cauldron for a back. This cauldron is constantly filled with a swirling, color changing liquid. This liquid frequently bubbles. When it bubbles, a new star is created.

The forge, becoming lonely, pours most of(but not all of) its liquid into the cosmos. This liquid condenses into an orb. An egg, one might say. This egg contains twins, a Male, and a female. The forge places this egg inside of it’s cauldron to incubate. The still remaining liquid begins to expand and refill the cauldron, surrounding the egg and infusing it with the powers of creation.

The forge continues on to create a landmass, separate from the realm it currently inhabits, wanting it’s future children to be safe. This landmass will become known as the Realm of the Gods. Upon creation, The realm is Lush and bright. Forests, Plains, Meadows, lakes, rivers, and Mountains, All of them come together in the creation of this paradise.

The forge settled down, and waited for the egg to hatch. The cauldron continued to bubble, creating new stars. Sometimes, drops of the liquid would occasionally spill onto the ground, creating new life; animals. The forge watched as the animals prospered in the realm it created. All feelings of uncertainty faded, It knew it had done a good job.

Time passed as the forge waited. The animals had gone about their lifecycle hundreds of times. The Forge’s only sense of time was the animal’s lifecycle; reproduce, Raise young, and die, Reproduce, Raise young, and die, rince, repeat. Some animals had longer lifespans than others. Other animals would hunt some of the weaker ones. Many of the descendants of the first animals looked wildly different to their ancestors. Others looked identical.

Finally, The forge felt the egg begin to move within the cauldron. It reached its head up so that it could see inside the cauldron. The liquid was translucent enough so that the forge could still see the egg inside, fully submerged.

She didn’t know anything, except that she was submerged in some sort of liquid, confined in a tight space with another of her own kin, and that she wanted to leave. She kicked at the walls, trying to break free, Awakening the other in the process. The female entity, who would later be named Grandleur, continued to kick and claw at the walls of her confine. The male entity, who would become known as Athen watched. As much as he wanted out, he did not want to be in the way of his sibling’s flailing.

Grandleur had finally made a crack in the walls, She continued to chip away pieces until there was a hole large enough for her to fit through. She climbed through, Athen followed. The twins surfaced, and were greeted with their parent. The two climbed out of the cauldron, spilling some liquid in the process, creating even more creatures.

The Forge watched as it’s children climbed out of the cauldron. They would be described as Humans with wings, horns, scaled arms and legs, and a tail, in the future, but those concepts didn’t exist at this time. Their scales and wings were pure white upon emerging, but as the female hopped down, Her scales were drowned in color. She had stepped on a patch of red flowers, which her scales had changed to match. The same happened to the Male child, who had stepped on a patch of Violet flowers.

A thought came to the Forge’s mind. It pointed at the female, and spoke one word,”Grandleur”, and Pointed to the male, speaking “Athen”.

Time continued to pass, And the two newborn gods observed their Home. It was always Bright, and Grandleur’s eyes began to hurt because of it, yet Athen couldn’t stand darkness. The forge came up with a compromise. Half of the time will be dark, the other half would be bright. The twin gods agreed.

During the bright half of the day, Athen was active and Grandleur was asleep, while during the Night, Grandleur would be active and Athen slept. But, as nice as it was for Grandleur to be in the dark, The sky was lacking. During Athen’s daytime, The stars were visible, and she thought that the stars were the prettiest part of the sky, while Night had nothing but an Inky black void.

Athen took note that his sister wasn’t as happy, and during the short period of time where it was neither Dark nor Bright, He talked to her about it. Grandleur Lamented that Athen could see the stars, the prettiest part of the sky, while she could not. The two brought this up with the Forge.

In response, the cauldron bubbled, and Instead of a star, a new celestial body was created. A spherical orb which emitted a soft glow, it Illuminated the darkness, not so much that Grandleur’s eyes began to hurt, but enough that Athen was no longer repulsed by the Inky darkness. The forge bellowed the word: “Astraeus”. The formerly black sky was painted in many colors. Violets, pinks, blues, and greens.

The time in between Dark and bright was painted in such a way that the bright blue sunk beneath the horizon and turned orange, while the Dark violets and blues would take it’s place. occasionally streaks of bright greens, blues and sometimes pink would appear, Illuminating the ground below in whichever color streaked.

And lastly, stars appeared, some further than others, but less bright than the ones during the day. They sparkled, adding the finishing touches to the Dark half of the day.

Grandleur and Athen stared in awe. The Night had transformed from an Inky, pitch darkness, to a spectacle. And Astraeus would become the name of the Moon which now reigned over the night sky.

The twin gods continued their lives as normal, with the difference that Athen would now occasionally stay up during the night to talk with his sister. Grandleur noticed that her wings would change to match the night sky above her. The three gods were content. The Forge’s cauldron continued to bubble, creating new stars in the realm it previously inhabited.

During one day, In between dark and bright, Grandleur and Athen witnessed the death of one of the young creatures nearby The Forge. It was a Spotted, quadrupedal, hooved beast. Small and frail, with no injuries. It’s mother nudged at it, and let out a mournful cry. “The Faun….” Grandleur mumbled. Athen looked at her confused. “I call the young ones Fauns,” She clarified. Athen nodded.

“What do you call the adults?” He inquired.

“Hmmm. I haven’t actually called them anything yet,”

“How about deer?” He suggested. The mother gave up on the young faun and trotted into the forest. Grandleur nodded.

“Deer. I like that.” She approached the dead Faun, and stroked it’s head. It was as if she could feel it’s mothers sorrow.

“Would you like to bring it back to life?” Athen asked, following his sister.

“Is that even possible?” Grandleur continued stroking the Faun’s head. The Forge lifted up his head and spoke.

“You can try,” It bellowed. The twin gods looked at The Forge, then back at the Faun. Athen placed his hand on the Faun’s body, while Grandleur kept her hand still on it’s head. The two of them poured magic into the Faun at the same time, As if trying to will it back to life.

At first nothing happened, but after a few seconds, the Faun began to glow, and change it’s form. It appeared humanoid like the twins, but kept it’s Deer features. It’s front legs became arms and the hooves became hands, the body changed to be more humanoid, It’s back legs remained mostly the same. Light brown hair grew from it’s–Her head.

The reborn fauness groaned, and propped herself up so that she was sitting. She looked at her new body, confused. She knew that she didn’t look like this prior to.... What happened? She didn’t remember what happened, Just that she closed her eyes one moment, and when she opened them, she had a different body. She looked up and saw two.... Entities? Her mother told her something about two gods, maybe these two were them? Either way, she was terrified.

One of the gods reached out their hand to her. She carefully grabbed it with her own, and she was pulled onto her feet. She found it difficult to balance at first, but it didn’t take long for her to get the hang of moving around in her new body.

This time it was Grandleur’s turn to name someone, “Harmenta,” She spoke softly. The Fauness looked at her confused. “I’m calling you Harmenta,” She reiterated. 

Athen nodded, “A fitting name, I must say,” He agreed.

The fauness spoke for the first time, “Harmenta,” Her voice was melodic and soft, compared to the twins’. As Harmenta walked, flowers would occasionally bloom behind her. A Goddess of Nature was born.

swapping my craving for brownies with ice cream with the feeling you get after you've done a good amount of practice questions in a designated time period

Hey guys, just putting this out there—any Time Twins fans around? They're my absolute favorite, and I don’t really have anyone to talk to about them. If you’re into them too, (if anyone would want to, I'd like to be friends ^^) Pm me if you want to :)

Needy (Part 1)

Where the Hero is a greenie and meets with the famous Villain around town through a flurry of fists and curses. They have a rosy outlook on everything and it drives the Villain nuts.

"Heroes are such needy things," the Villain sneered, their dagger a breath away from the Hero's trembling throat.

"G-get away from me!" , the Hero attempted to push the Villain away, but they just couldn't muster the strength in their limbs anymore- their fight had stretched for far too long and the Hero has been running on a mere three hours of sleep for the entire week.

" Really such needy, needy things..." the Villain continued their taunts- taunts which the Hero would have blatantly ignored if they were in a better state of mind- but that they weren't.

The Hero shivered under the Villain's intense gaze, torn by the curiosity to know what they had meant and their moral compass which told them to steer clear from any words that fell out of a Villain's mouth. So the Hero decided to do something that didn't require too much energy- they had seen this happen in movies before (and they hoped desperately, that it applied to this situation)- they stared into the Villain's amber eyes.

The Villain stopped their taunting for a moment, meeting the Hero's stern gaze. "What's wrong? Is my favourite Hero tongue-tied?"

This voice laced with sarcasm, the Hero didn't want to believe that anything it said was true, but he really wanted to know- were heroes really needy creatures? If so, what exactly made them needy?

The Hero realised that they weren't supposed to go into an inner epiphany with a dagger pressed to their throat, but they were just unbelievably curious.

Curiosity kills the cat- they guessed that curiosity could kill heroes too.

Sucking in a sharp breath and relishing the feeling of oxygen, well aware that this might be the last breath of air that they could taste, the Hero made their decision-

"Explain what that means Villain."

The Villain smirked so wide, the Hero thought that their cheeks would split. "Quite the curious Hero aren't you?" , they said, abandoning their dagger, sheathing the metal object back into it's scabbard.

The Hero was perplexed, "what are you- AAGH!", they gasped as the Villain's long fingers wound around their throat, promptly cutting off their air supply . The Villain leaned in closer, just enough to hear the angry rasps that fell out of the Hero's abused throat, their eyes glaring down darkly at them.

"If you thought that I would give you the answer just because you asked me to, you have a long way to go greenie."

Black spots marred the Hero's vision and they could feel their eyelids become heavier by the second. But even on the edge of losing consciousness, the Hero couldn't help but think that the Villain's fingers were gentle in their own way- they weren't crushing their windpipe mercilessly in one go, but instead pressing down on it gently, slowly, like someone who preferred suffocating someone with a pillow rather than stabbing them with a dagger.

Or maybe I'm just finally losing my mind- the Hero thought, and reading way too many hero/villain fanfics.

The last ember of strength finally died and the Hero closed their eyes.

this was meant to be a prompt, but ended up turning into a snippet/i have no regrets/the hero is a hopeless romantic/villain has no clue what's happening in that little head of his nemesis/ part 2 will be up soon!

Pet whump tropes!

Whenever whumpee is freaking out because of something, the only way to calm them down is by saying they're a good pet and patting their head.

Caretaker desperately trying to tell them that they're not a pet, that they don't need to be good, but Whumpee just isn't having it.

Definitely had a breakdown about how they think they're a bad pet, they're clawing, sobbing, on their knees, begging to be told they're a good pet, maybe even lifting caretakers hand to pet their own head, trying to convince them that they're a good pet.

Ties their hoodies super tight because they need the feeling of a collar, even though they have scars from their last one, they need it because they don't know what else to do.

Whenever they mess up, they bash their head against their fist, or scratch at their skin till blood draws, etc.

Whumpee running into Whimper and is told they're a bad pet, and Whumpee spirals.

Caretaker snapping at them one time, and saying they're a bad pet, even though they're desperately trying to break that mentality, and Whumpee just goes silent, stone cold. They drop to their knees, begging for forgiveness, maybe they're even rolling around, gripping, pulling their hair.

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Whumpee gaining weight or something about them is off, maybe they have a pimple or their nails aren't clean, something minuscule, but they rush out of the room, dropping to their knees and sobbing, begging for forgiveness, saying they'll fix it, and caretaker is just confused.

Whumpee scarfing down whatever food they get because they're worried about being a bad pet and not getting food.

Caretaker (romantic) thought Whumpee was better, or pretty much better, so they take it a step further, making out, stuff like that, and Whumpee hates every second, but they're terrified of saying no, but halfway through they just start sobbing, apologizing and begging caretaker to stop, who does, immediately.

Backtracking off of the last one, maybe Whumpee has some serious scarring in those areas because of Whumper, so when they get to that point, Whumpee has to warn Caretaker, but when they see it all, they just kinda cry and hold onto Whumpee.

Whumpee spending hours in front of the mirror, searching for pimples, weight gain, body hair, literally any imperfections and getting rid of it because they need to be the perfect pet.

Whumpee is having a hard day and is currently sobbing or something, so caretaker is carrying them to bed, or maybe they just grab their shoulder, but Whumpee freaks out, hysterical, rolling on the floor, begging not to make Whumpee do that stuff again.

Caretaker having a bit of a rough day, so Whumpee thinks it's their job to make them feel better, so they take off their clothes, silently crying, and caretaker has never been more confused in their life.

Lowlife

CHAPTER 1 : THE QUIET BEFORE THE STORM

5-8 x oc

Words : 2K

Summary : During a heated sparring match with 5-8, Mirae’s skill and sass draw more than just attention. Tension and a shift neither of them fully acknowledges.

Warnings : none

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The training hall was already alive with motion by the time Mirae stepped in.

Barefoot fighters moved across the mats in pairs—some trading swift punches, others locked in quiet grapples. There was no music, no shouting. Just the soft thuds of bodies hitting padded floors, the occasional grunt of exertion, and clipped instructions from senior deliverymen helping some rookies with form.

The air was warm—humid with sweat and recycled oxygen—but not unpleasant. Familiar, in the way all necessary routines eventually became.

Mirae hovered near the doorway, yet quickly moved away towards some benches. Dropping her bag, tugging off her jacket and rolling her shoulders. She scanned the room, eyes flicking between familiar faces until they landed on one that made her pause.

5-8 stood near the far end of the hall, arms crossed, gaze locked on a pair of rookies sparring like he was running probability equations in his head. Motionless, except for the slow rise and fall of his chest. But somehow, he was still the most kinetic thing in the room. Mirae found herself watching him longer than she meant to. Not because she was assessing threat or form, though both were impressive, but because she wanted to. Because something about the way he held himself, grounded and alert, made it hard to look away.

“Caught staring again?” 4-1’s voice was dry and close, her presence sudden and smug. Mirae didn’t flinch. “I was just checking if his scowl’s deepened since last week. You know, scientific curiosity.” 4-1 smirked. “You’re not slick.”

“Never claimed I was.”

They stood together a moment, the hum of motion and training filling the space around them. Then 4-1 bumped her elbow gently. “He asked for you today.” Mirae blinked, pausing for a second before looking at her, her confusion evident. “What?”

“For a demo round, said he needed someone who could ‘keep up.’” She chuckled before quickly adding “His words, not mine.” She shrugged, eyes glancing towards where the man in question had not moved from his spot. A slow heat curled in Mirae’s chest, part challenge, part something she didn’t want to know. “Since when does he make personal requests?”

4-1 just shrugged, but there was mischief written all over her face. “Since you started wiping the floor with everyone else?” She smirked refocusing on 3-9. Mirae rolled her eyes and moved toward the center mat, weaving through other fighters. She didn’t need confirmation to know 5-8 had seen her coming, felt their gazes as he turned before she was even within earshot.

“3-9” he said simply.

“5-8” she quickly shot back as she folded her arms over her chest. “Heard you were looking for someone with fast reflexes for an intense workout.” She quickly glanced at him before she started stretching, getting ready to spar with the taller male. “I need someone to demonstrate advanced technique.” She raised a brow. “And I’m your best option?” she questioned him “You’re the only one who keeps on challenging me.”

That shut her up for half a second. “Fine. But if I end up bruised, I’m stealing your protein bars.” He said nothing, but rolled his eyes and just gestured to the open mat. As he turned to walk towards the mat, 3-9 turned around towards where 4-1 still stood, before walking backwards and mouthing ‘HELP ME’

As she duck under the elastic bands and stepped on top of the sparring mat where 5-8 already stood, the rest of the room seemed to instinctively give them space. Conversations quieted. Pairs paused. Even the rookies stopped to glance over, shifting back with subtle awe. Everyone respected 5-8. But 3-9? She’d earned a different kind of attention.

Mirae bounced lightly on her heels, loosening her limbs and rolling her shoulders. “Don’t go easy on me just because I’m pretty.” She smirked at him, trying to see if she could break through his shitty attitude today. 5-8 blinked once. “I won’t. Something about his tone made her skin prickle. Then they moved.

He was on her in an instant—no warm-up, no test hits. Just a fluid, practiced strike aimed straight for her ribs. Mirae blocked it with her forearm and pivoted, responding with a sharp jab that nearly grazed his chin. He tilted out of reach, not wasting any energy.

She pressed in, foot sweeping low to throw him off balance. But sadly he saw it coming and jumped it easily. “You’ve been practicing,” he pointed out between exchanges. He took a deliberate breath before going after her, feinting a jab at her shoulder before changing its direction to her ribs. She grunted as she barely dodged, this riling her up, her need to win rising with every move they made.

“Hard not to when you get jumped by hunters.” Grunted the womanwhen she ried to hit a kick to his Shi that was blocked. They continued in a blur of motion—fists, feet, and muscle. Mirae moved fast, nimble from years of real-world fights with people who didn’t care about form. But 5-8 was something else. Efficient. Predictive. Like he was already five steps ahead of her every time she moved.

Still, she kept him moving. They broke apart briefly, circling eachother,bouncing on the bals of their feet. “Come on,” she goaded, “I thought this was supposed to be hard?” 5-8 sighed softly at her impatience before responding. “I’m pacing myself.”

She scoffed at him in disbelief. “As if, you love moving fast and now you wanna slow down? That’s a first.” Clenching her fists before anticipating his next move. He struck again. This time, she didn’t dodge in time. His palm hit her shoulder and spun her off balance—but she caught herself, dropped low, and surged upward with a punch that reached it’s destination between his ribs.

He didn’t react. Just nodded. “Good.” Mirae narrowed her eyes. “You saying that to throw me off?” she grumbled at him. “No, You’re improving.” He simply acknowledged, insinuating that its was becoming more of a challenge for him to keep up very time the sparred. “Is that the best you can do?” She asked him circling around the mat.

There it was again, that flicker in his expression. Something just shy of a smile. Not quite warm, but aware. The fight picked up again. Her breath came sharper, sweat curling at her temple. Her arm was still stinging from a blow she blocked earlier. But she paid it no mind as she grinned through it, her need to win taking over.

Then she caught him with a surprise feint and jabbed toward his shoulder. He blocked, but not fast enough to stop her from getting in close—close enough to see the way his eyes flicked down for a split second.

Not to her fists. To her. She almost missed his counter because of it. He twisted, grabbed her wrist, and swept her feet in a motion so smooth it left her on her back before she could blink. She groaned, staring up at the ceiling.

“I’m starting to think you just enjoy tossing me around.” She muttered, still catching her breath as 5-8 extended a hand. “You’re the only one who keeps getting back up.” She glanced at his extended hand before taking it. His grip was firm. Steady. Their hands lingered for a second too long, the space between them crackling with the kind of quiet energy neither of them acknowledged.

When he let go, her fingers tingled. “You smiled,” she said, dazed. “Didn’t think it was possible.” She chuckled to herself

“Get back to drills,” he rolled his eyes , turning away. But just before he left the mat, he looked back. And Mirae, still catching her breath, felt like she’d won something no one else had even realized they were playing for.

The clatter of bodies and clipped commands picked back up as the sparring ended, but Mirae stayed bend over with her hands leaning against her knees on the mat for a few moments longer, before rolling her shoulder out and quietly catching her breath.

4-1 appeared at her side with a bottle of water, already smirking. “You’re making a habit of that, huh?” 3-9 glanced up at her, straightening herself out and softly pulling the bottle of water from her hands. As she took sip of the water, cooling her down and quenching her thirst. She tried not to look embarrassed knowing fully well what she was on about. “Of what?”

“Looking like you’re about to get your ass handed to you, and somehow turning it into a public spectacle. You do realize the rest of us need to use this mat later, right?” Mirae stretched her arms over her head, then brushed away the sweat that was dripping from her forehead with her wrist. “Please, they should thank me. I’m raising the bar.”

“Raising the bar?” 4-1 scoffed. “That wasn’t a bar, that was tension thick enough to slice with a rusted ration knife.” Before Mirae could argue, someone approached them—a rookie, by the look of the barely-scuffed boots and the anxious, too-eager to please expression.

“3-9, right?” the rookie asked, voice overly casual. “I was wondering if you could help me with a hold I’ve been struggling with. It’s one of the close-contact grapples—upper body positioning?” He questioned her quickly looking her up and down.

Mirae blinked. “You sure you don’t wanna ask 4-1? She’s better at the up-close throws.”

“Nah,” he told her and smiled. “I’ve seen you in the ring. You move like you actually enjoy it.” he quickly added. 4-1 arched a brow, clearly unimpressed. Mirae tilted her head, then shrugged. “Sure. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

They stepped a few feet over to the side mat. Mirae adjusted her stance, showing him what he did wrong, and showing him what he should be doing instead. “You’re telegraphing too early. If your opponent sees your shoulders turn, they’ll never let you close in.” She explained to the rookie, looking at his posture before she decided it was easier to just let him do it and correct him.

He quickly took the stance when she stepped in to correct his posture, reaching out to adjust the angle of his elbow. He chuckled, and Mirae frowned slightly—confused, until she felt the light, deliberate weight of his hand settle on her shoulder. Too casual to be an accident. Too familiar to be nothing.

Before she could say anything, a shadow loomed behind the woman. 5-8’s voice cut in, flat. “7-4. You need help with grip transitions?” He inquired, raising his brow and crossing his arms.their position looked almost fake as the tall man towered over Mirae, who’s back was still turned towards 5-8.

The rookie startled, pulling his hand away like he’d touched something hot. “Uh—no, sir. I mean—yes. Just needed help with the grapple technique.” The poor boy tried to explain himself.

“Then you’re on the wrong mat.” 5-8 said, stepping in between them with effortless precision. His expression hadn’t changed, but the tension in his jaw was unmistakable. This one is solely used for sparring, and she can’ t help you with this anyways, 4-4 is way better at that.” Liar. She has beaten him several times on the mat using grip transitions. Yet she was curious as to where this would lead, so she let 5-8 just talk.

Mirae blinked, waiting for his response as 5=8 started glaring at the guy. The rookie, who mirae now learned his name was 7-4 cleared his throat awkwardly. “Right. Sorry. I’ll, uh, go back to my section.” He nodded to no one in particular.

He backed off fast, nearly stumbling over his own feet in the process. Mirae turned to glance at 4-1, who was very, very visibly biting back laughter. “What?” Mirae hissed, narrowing her eyes. “Oh nothing,” 4-1 said innocently. “Just wondering how much pressure it takes to make a rookie sweat that hard in under ten seconds.” She chuckled, not able to hold her laughs in completely before quipping back in. “You should ask 5-8. He seems to have it down to a science.”

Mirae opened her mouth, but then noticed 5-8 wasn’t walking away yet. He was still just standing there, not able to take his eyes off of her as she conversed with her friend. But the air felt charged again, the same way it had during the fight—like they were in motion, even while standing still. “You didn’t need to scare the poor kid off,” she muttered under her breath as she stepped past him, walking over to the benches where her stuff was messily thrown on the floor.

“I didn’t say anything threatening,” he scoffed, his footsteps quiet as he followed her to her stuff. “That’s the problem. You never have to.” She muttered under her breath.

He didn’t respond, but as she started packing away her stuff, she swore she could feel his eyes glued to her back. A few seconds later she could feel his burning gaze leaving her as he returned to the other delivery men who were still training.

Worst thing about it? She didn’t hate his burning gaze following her almost everywhere she went