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I just made my 3rd poppy playtime story on A03 with my good friend Qibsichan AU smaller bodies

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56227324/chapters/142841473

This is made while I had Covid so this isn’t my best work I suggest you check my others being either smiling Olympics or let’s paint

(Let’s paint): https://archiveofourown.org/works/54900325

Smiling Olympics: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55245436/chapters/140132872

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64938397/chapters/167602762

Next chapter of Frankentwins is up! Sorry it took so long to write I had so many ideas :')

I've already started chapter three so it should be out much sooner than this was

and yes I changed the name of chapter 1 because it sounded better than my silly Percy Jackson sounding one

Someone ported DOOM to Ao3

Yeah, I don’t know how many people are gonna see this. If you’re actually interested in an OC MHA fic with a close story to the anime/manga with bits and pieces of divulging sections, then you might enjoy this. Deku isn’t the protag and there are additional OCs in this story (not as self-inserts, for the sake of a brewing plot.)  If you wanna know more, the main character starts as a fourteen-year-old loanshark, the most feared debt collector in Japan. How can a teenage girl with a simple fire quirk, burn scars, and unbothered attitude climb that high? Guess you’ll have to see.  Another problem you might already see, though, is this might just be an uneven power-fantasy where the MC fights everybody and wins, right?  Just because she’s the most feared doesn’t mean she’s the strongest. 

But you know what? I’m rambling your eyes off. If you enjoy, I really appreciate it. 

If you don’t? Then I hope you drink a lot of water. 

I know this story will have a lot of faults, but just know this is my first large-scale fanfic...and I wanna make it something to remember. 

Also, as a warning, I barely update. I know, that’s something I need to work on. The thing is, I write 10x more than I edit. I’m already on chapter 41 by the time I’m even posting this story anywhere...with only 6 chapters out.  In any case, I’m glad you saw this :)

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Do you ever wonder why? Why are you alive? How did you get here? Where does your soul go? Out of all the minuscule atoms in the universe, what about them made the earth we know it today?

anyways, those are just random philosophical questions. Answer them. You might find the answer to the universe… the meaning of your life… your true aspirations…

it’s 3 am and I still need to finish my reading hw of 50 pages on the count of monte cristo …

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“From the bottom of my heart, what the fuck is going on." - hikaru hisashi (https://archiveofourown.org/works/56392750 , Berylt)

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Hey. I wrote a fanfic on ao3. Go check it out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51331123/chapters/129702514

I wrote a thing and it's not for everyone but I'm really proud of it.

Leave Me Shameless by SalixKai

Fandoms:Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)  

Explicit

Rape/Non-Con

F/F, Other

Work in Progress

26 Mar 2025

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Rape/Non-Con

Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Caitlyn & Vi (League of Legends)

Caitlyn (League of Legends)

Vi (League of Legends)

Ambessa Medarda

Original Trans Character(s)

A/B/O

Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Alpha/Omega

Alpha Caitlyn (League of Legends)

Alpha Vi (League of Legends)

Omega OC

transmasc oc

Dubious Consent

captive omega

Oral Sex

Rape/Non-con Elements

Kidnapping

Summary

“You’ve never been marked by an Alpha,” She noted, “Why not?” He had always been told his smart mouth would be the end of him. “Between you and me, alphas can be kinda rapey,” he quipped before he could stop himself, and mentally kicked himself as he watched her eyes grow even sterner, drawing herself up straighter and taller. In his peripheral view, the pink one snorted. The blue one tsked and cocked her head slightly, “Such a harmful stereotype,” she murmured. She was beginning to walk around him, eyes raking his body. “And you’re here to defy stereotypes?” Fox needed to shut up. He turned his eyes to the pink one as the blue one moved behind him. Her lips were quirked up in amusement as she watched her partner move around him. Pink lips, a scar. The heart-shaped face was simultaneously sharp and soft, and she watched the blue one with undisguised fondness. Behind him, right next to the shell of his ear, the blue one spoke, “No. I suppose not.” -------- Caitlyn and Vi are having a hard time finding an omega to round out their unconventional relationship, so they resort to questionable methods.

Chapters: 1/44 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Void - Character, Sakura, Sting, Cherry, Archer Valistor, Orian Instratus-Novirex II (The Dark Lord) Additional Tags: Blood and Violence, Hallucinations, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Male Homosexuality, Bi, Some Fluff, Medieval, Short chapters? Summary:

A man named Void grew up an orphan with his best friends Sakura, Cherry, and Sting. He was made a lord by their queen, Queen Karen, and has to go to war with the Pitch Kingdom, led by a vicious warlord named Orian. Archer, his right hand and his baron, meets Void and starts having conflicting thoughts surrounding the man who started it all.

GUESS WHO FINISHED A NEW FIC!!!

@laarbybarbtbox Thank you so much for the suggestion!!! There will be a part two going more in-depth (hopefully) soon!!

The Love of a Clan

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Cassandra loved the Foot Clan, so it hurt when she realized that they didn't love her back.

Or, Cassy was in a cult, and we don't talk about that enough.

-

Once the mast-  

Once the Shredder had been defeated, Cassandra had offered to help rebuild the Hamatos’ home, with a complete willingness to do so. It was only right that she attempted to undo the damage she had such a large part in causing.  

She just... hadn’t expected them to take her up on the offer. But the small rat, who appeared to be the Clan Leader, had smiled and accepted her offer, even if the rest of his clan had looked reluctant to allow it. 

So, Cassandra had followed them to the ruins of their old home and helped them pick through the rubble to find the most important parts of their lives, even if the things they found were more often just as destroyed.

Cassy recalled seeing the blue Hamato pulling at an acoustic guitar with a snapped neck out of a pile of rubble, with a weak look of devastation. Then he glanced at Cassy and broke into a cheesy stand-up routine filled with music puns. She ignored any diggs he threw her way after that. 

She had seen the youngest of the Clan staring at a wall with a hole big enough for a car to drive through. It must have once been covered in a huge mural, as she could see oranges and reds leaking out around the edges of the hole. The turtle had just stared, wrapping his arms around himself in something like a hug. Cassy had tried to place a hand on his shoulder, but he had stepped back before she had even touched him. He had flashed her an open, friendly, and unconvincing smile and she had run off looking for another job that needed doing.

The purple turtle had been the worst. She had been with him when he found his room, broken metal and sparking current boards littered the floor. And in the center of it was a small turtle shaped robot, still and unmoving, its chest torn open and wires hanging out, like some twisted surgery gone wrong. It made Cassy feel horrified, even if she hadn’t known what she was looking at.

But the turtle hadn’t reacted. His face was blank and empty. He only said one word to her.

“Leave.”

She had, trying to not drown in horror and guilt.

She helped them relocate to another part of the sewers and had bought plywood and paint with the little money she had. She spent late nights cutting, and hammering, and painting. 

It hadn’t felt like enough.

- 

Cassandra leaned against the entrance tunnel to the Hamatos’ home and glared at the ground.  

The construction of the “lair,” as the Turtles called it, was done for the day. She wasn’t needed anymore and should just be heading home. But...  

Her dad was home tonight, for once, and she isn’t sure she can handle him right now. 

Before, she would have just volunteered for another round of training by the Foot or asked to go on a mission - even another humiliating coffee run. But that wasn’t an option anymore.  

But intruding on the Turtles’ new home any longer was also not an option. She could feel the awkwardness that was always in the air when she was around. It was growing steadily the long she stood there, even if the Hamatos weren’t around. 

She gripped the edge of her sleeve and tugged. There was nothing for it, no way out of this.  

She had to go home. 

The thought filled her with a hopeless dread. 

“Hey, Cass!” 

Cassandra jumped in surprise and swung at the one who dared sneak up on her and invade her personal space.  

The largest Hamato leaned back to avoid her punch and held up his hands in a placating motion. 

“Whoops, Sorry! Raph didn’t mean to startle you,” the red turtle said with a smile. “I was just happy I caught you before you left.”  

Cassy tried to calm her rabbit quick heart and stood up straight to make eye contact with the turtle, who was still far too close for comfort.  

“Your apology is accepted,” she said and forced herself to at least try to ignore how close the snapper was. “Do you require my assistance?” 

The red Hamato, Rapheal if she remembered correctly, shook his head. 

“Um, no not exactly. I was wondering if you would be willing to train with me?” 

“...I’m sorry?” Cassandra asked, confusion clearing her mind. 

“We just finished building the dojo, but my brothers are all tuckered out, so they don’t wanna come train with me.” He glared back down the tunnel in... annoyance? Cassy wasn’t sure, understanding others had never been her strong suite. 

“You... wish to train with me?” she asked, reluctance evident in her voice. Rapheal blinked and nodded. 

“Last time we fought you were able to throw me! Like a wrestler!” he said with an eggar, giddy look in his eyes that made the previous Foot Recruit lean back at the brightness. The red Hamato just kept talking excitedly.  

“The only other one who’s been able to throw me like that is Mikey! And he doesn’t like wrestling, he prefers fighting with his nunchucks. Which is stupid because-” 

“SILENCE!” Cassandra yelled, and then quickly slammed her hand over her mouth. 

Shit. She hadn’t meant to do that. She had just wanted to make him stop talking so she could think. 

She expected the larger turtle to get angry. All the higher ups in the Foot would have, hell, most of the other recruits would too. But the snapper just blinked in surprise, then his eyes widened, and took two steps back. His hands held up and his tail wrapped around his legs. 

“Raph’s so sorry!” He said, and Cassy distantly wondered why he constantly referred to himself in the third person. “My family doesn’t really have a lot of personal space, so we can forget about it sometimes. You don’t have to train with me if you don’t want to.” 

Cassandra cleared her throat and stood as tall as she could. 

“I would be honored to engage in combat with you again, Hamato Raphel. Please, lead the way.” 

Her new sparring partner shifted and blinked. 

“Just Raph is fine. Are you sure?” 

“I am.” She wasn’t lying. Fighting the Hamatos’ was always incredible. And Rapheal- Raph –always threw himself into his battles so completely, something she understood very well. 

Raph smiled and headed towards the dojo, with Cassy following behind. 

- 

Sparing with Rapheal was the best training Cassy ever had.  

The turtle was so strong that every hit felt like a wrecking ball, and the stances he made felt unbreakable.  

It was like fighting against a hurricane or a tidal wave. It would have been terrifying, if Cassy hadn’t happily returned everything the Hamato gave in kind. Raph was impossibly strong, and every blow she was able to land made her feel just as powerful. 

Weapons had been prohibited for today, so they often just ended up tackling each other and ending up grappling on the ground. Raph’s weight may have helped him here, but he wasn’t as flexible as her. They were evenly matched, and that just made Cassy fight harder to gain the upper hand. 

She had the snapper in a choke hold when she felt him tap out on her arm. She released her hold and fell to the floor, gasping for air. The turtle groaned and rolled over. 

“Water break,” he huffed out, and she nodded.  

Rapheal- Raph, be respectful. She reminded herself. -walked over to a beat up old minifridge in the corner and pulled out two bottles, offering one out. Cassy rolled to her feet and took the water. She leaned against the wall and slid to the floor; her sparring partner doing the same.  

“You have got to show me how to do that throw you used,” the red Hamato said.  

“I will happily help you learn any move I know,” she responded. “But I must request you do the same, your form is much more advanced than mine.”  

The turtle chuckled. 

“Uh, sure.” Both drank heavily and relaxed against the wall. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask, why do you always talk like that? You’re so formal.” 

Cassy tensed. 

“...I could ask you the same. Your habit of referring to yourself with your name is not common either.” 

“Yeah, fair,” the eldest Hamato admitted. There was a moment of long silence, where Rapheal shifted uncomfortably. 

“I was never very good with names.” Cassy looked up at the snapper, who wouldn’t meet her eyes. “I was never good with words in general. It just didn’t make sense in my brain. Why attach sounds to things? I did use them, but it felt real dumb to kid me.”

There was a soft smile on the turtle's face, as he spoke. Seeing it was like feeling a warm fire across a long room. Warm, but distant.  

But then the smile fell away, and the flames burned out.

“But then Donnie wouldn’t talk at all. He didn’t say a word until he was 4. And little me got scared and wondered if he just didn’t know any words, and so I tried to help him.

“I started narrating what I was doing out loud. Like: ‘Raph is building a tower out of blocks’ or ‘Raph is upset that he has to clean up.’”

The snapper let out a low chuckle.

“It was stupid. But it kinda worked. The first thing he said to me was that I talked too much. I was just so relieved that I actually tackled him. But, yeah, I just never got out of the habit of using my name like that. Plus, I think it adds to my charms.”

Cassy sat in stillness for a long time, then she looked down and pulled her knees up.  

“I had hoped that using more formal language would get my superiors in the Foot to respect me.” Cassadra admitted. 

Rapheal whipped to look at her. “

“Oh, dammit! I didn’t mean to bring up- I’m-” 

“If you apologize again, I will beat you to a pulp!” She said and glared, and his mouth clicked shut 

“...you don’t have to tell me more if you don’t want to.” He said after a minute.  

“No. I want to.” 

She did, surprisingly. Just that one sentence felt like coming up for air after drowning. Maybe it was just because Raph had shared with her first, maybe it was because he was comfortable enough to train with her, maybe she was just at a breaking point. But Cassy wasn’t sure if she could stop now, even if she wanted to. 

“I... hadn’t realized how much the Foot Clan had changed me until Shredder was defeated.” Her schedule was completely empty without training and missions. All of her “friends” had gone off grid. Even her closet only had clothes in red and black.  

“I- I thought they cared about me. They said they did. Or at least they used to.” 

“I’m sure they cared about you!” Raph said, aghast. “They were your clan!” 

“NO, THEY WEREN’T!” 

Cassy shot to her feet, the crackling anger of betrayal and the hot shame of being fooled finally breaking through.  

“'A Clan will protect and care for every part of itself. It will share its failures and victories. No Clan Member may have any doubt that they are loved.’”  

The words she had learned from the Foot’s scrolls flowed out of her without resistance. How many long nights had she spent reading and memorizing every ancient text the clan had saved? She learned every ritual, knew every rite of passage. Yet, she never seemed to earn those rites or rituals. Always falling short.  

“I used to train for days without rest! I trained until I couldn’t stand anymore!” 

She had pushed past her limits over and over again. She had practiced katas until she passed out from exhaustion. She had fought until she could take down even her instructors. But it hadn’t been enough. 

“I did everything they asked of me! I obeyed every request, no matter how useless! And never said anything! ANYTHING!” 

Cassandra Jones had loved the Foot Clan. She had given up almost everything for them. She had almost killed for them. She would have died for them.  

She loved them. 

“But they NEVER loved me!” 

A silence fell over the room. Cassy met Rapheal’s shocked eyes. They looked up at her with barely held back tears, and she felt her own grow misty with pain.  

“...fuck, they never loved me, did they?” She said, voice quiet and breaking.  

They had pretended to. They always told her that they cared about her, accepted her, and would always support her. They had said that they were her family.  

And that family had been something that Cassy had always wanted, always needed, and so she had fallen for the lie. Hook, line, and sinker. 

“I’m sorry,” the snapper said, voice cracking too. “Can I hug you?” 

Cassy hesitated, just for a moment. But all of her words had withered away, and it had been a long time since she had a hug. She thinks that she might need one. 

It was a very good hug. A long one too. But it was so warm and soft, and Raph’s arms held her in a way that was nothing like sparring.  

She wondered how someone could be so strong and so soft at the same time? 

But Cassy did pull back eventually, her face red from anger and embarrassment. She cleared her throat. 

“Apologizes. I lost control there.”  

The turtle just smiled at her. 

“Don’t worry. I’m glad I was able to help.”  

The turtle paused then sighed. 

“Listen,” he said. “Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but I’m pretty sure Pops is about halfway to adopting you. But I don’t know if it’s the best idea right now, and you probably need some time, so I’ll make sure that he doesn’t bother you with that.” 

Raph looked at her, open and honest, and Cassy wondered if his kind stare could possibly kill her. 

“But please know, if you’re ever ready to join another clan, you will always be welcome with us.” 

Cassy felt a small and half dead hope pulse in her chest. 

“I will remember that.”

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Moments Chapter 4: Yoaki

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(I've failed this challenge but whatever, I'm going to keep going.)

Warning for kinda Unhappy Ending

Donnie had always known he and his brothers weren’t human. Anyone could have known that. Humans had five fingers on each hand; humans had skin without scales, humans had a body temperature of 36.5–37.5 °C.  

He and his brothers were not human.

When he had seen the hidden city for the first time, Donnie’s first thoughts had been: Oh me gosh! Oh me gosh! Oh me gosh!  

His second thought was: Wow! Wow! Wow!  

I had taken twenty or thirty thoughts before he had made the shocking realization.  

The people who lived there were like them.  

Yoaki. That was what the people in that city called themselves. That’s what he and his brothers were. The discovery had made Donnie start wiggling in place and flapping one of his hands. He had a name now, a label, a name for the “what” they were, to go along with the “who” they were.  

He felt the relief and excitement of a missing piece slotting into place, intensified by the fact that his family wasn’t a mystery anymore.  

They weren’t different anymore, they were just yoaki.

-

The first time Donnie questioned that theory was when Draxum revealed he had created them.  

Created. Made.  

The words carried an implication behind it. An implication that their existence wasn’t entirely natural. That they weren't born from the biological processes that were normally used to create life.  

But Donnie had put it aside. It was just the villain being dramatic. Besides, maybe yoaki reproduction was different than humans. Maybe yoaki were made instead of born.  

That must be it. After all, they were yoaki.  

-  

Donnie’s discovery regarding his and his brothers’ identity was next called into doubt on their second visit to Run of the Mill. When Mikey had chirped at Raph gratefully Raph had caved under Mikey’s puppy eyes and had ordered ice cream for the table. The waiter, some kind of snake yoaki, had startled at the chirp and stared at Mikey for a long second. Then had seemed to come back to themself and asked Raph to repeat the order.  

It had reminded Donnie of the early days with April, how she had to get used to how they acted. How she had walked in on them in a turtle pile and given them a look with a furrowed brow. How she had seen their old heat lamps and asked about what they were for and then had looked at them with pity when they said that they needed them for the winter months. How she had wrinkled her nose when she learned they lived in the sewer.  

April didn’t do that anymore. She had ended up with her own reserved spot in the turtle pile, she didn’t show pity or worry when they were resting under the heat lamps, and she had gone swimming with them in the sewer tunnels. Donnie didn’t feel “other” with her anymore. But the look on that waiter’s face had brought back all those memories, and Donnie felt himself sink into the booth, trying to hide.  

The others hadn’t noticed the waiter’s look, of course they didn’t, they never did.

-

Donnie had convinced himself that it didn’t matter. One weird look wasn’t enough to disprove his theory.  

His brothers and him were still yoaki.

-

The next challenge to his theory came from his father when he had told them about the lab and their creation, about how they had started as just tiny turtles, and how they had been made to be weapons.  

Donnie had sat and thought back through every memory he had, his life flashing before his eyes.  

He remembered Raph’s insane strength and the way he went Savage when left alone for too long.  

He remembered how Mikey would curl up in his shell and not come out for ages if he was scared, how he would stop talking mid-sentence to stare intently with a single-minded purpose at anything that moved.  

He remembered how Leo would always subtly check everyone’s pulses seemingly at random, and how he could sit underwater for minutes at a time and never come up for air.  

Donnie remembered how he would grit his teeth to push back the urge to just bite whatever was annoying him, how he could smell like a bloodhound if he wanted, and how he would-  

No.  

No. No. This didn’t mean that they weren’t yoaki. They were just turtles that turned into yoaki. They had to be.  

There was nothing else they could be.

-

The last thing that completely destroyed Donnie’s hope came from Baron Draxum.  

He had been doing his best to connect with Barry, at least for Mikey’s sake, and it had actually been going well. The two had found common ground in the realm of science. Donnie would almost say that he had been having fun with his...  

With Draxum.  

Then, Donnie just had to be an idiot and open his mouth.  

“So, why did you want turtle yoaki for your army? And why couldn’t you just find some in the hidden city?”  

Barry didn’t look up from where he was reading over Donnie’s blueprints for the Turtle Tank as he answered.  

“Well, for starters I didn’t make yoaki. Second, I-”  

The rest of the words turned into white noise in Donnie’s nonexistent ears. (Tympanum. His mind said.)  

“Yes, we are.” He said cutting off Barry, causing him to look up from his reading with a frown.  

“You are what?”  

“We’re yoaki. Me and my brothers. You’re wrong.” Donnie tried to sound confident and glare down the Baron, but he could feel his resolve cracking. Draxum looked back over his glasses with annoyed confusion.  

“I made you; I know what you are. And you’re not yoaki.”  

Donnie felt himself brake at the words.  

“Then what are we!?” He snarled at Draxum. The alchemist leaned back, surprised at the sudden change in Donnie’s tone. “What are we?! Because we’re not human! And despite how we act sometimes, we’re not animals either! So, tell me! WHAT ARE WE?!”  

Donnie was heaving and shaking staring down at the floor with wet eyes. He then slumped and fell into his chair, trying to calm himself.  

“You’re mutants.” Donnie looked up at Barry, who was looking at him with a look that Donnie couldn’t read.  

“That word doesn’t mean anything,” Donnie said, defeated. “It’s just another name for freaks.” The hope that he and his brothers could be anything more than accidents of nature and science dying in his chest.  

After a second the Baron leaned back with a huff and gazed at the ceiling.  

“I’m not going to try and challenge that idea; it seems to be buried too deep in your subconscious.” He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. “And I am sorry I don’t have a better answer to your questions. Somethings are just mysteries.”  

“I don’t want to be a mystery,” Donnie whispered. Barry didn’t respond.  

The two just sat in silence for a few minutes, the alchemist not knowing what to say, and the turtle not able to force the words out, then Draxum turned to his creation and took him in.  

“Do you wish for me to leave?” He asked, and Donnie nodded. “Shall I fetch your brothers for you?” Donnie shook his head, he needed to be alone to think. To accept this information. Draxum just nodded.  

“Try to talk to your family about this. They may be able to help you.”  

Don just curled up more and watched Barry walk away.  

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Thank you for reading. Let me know if there is anything I should work on.

Thank you to @sariphantom for hosting the Rise August Challenge, which this is inspired by.

@nickelodeon Please save Rise.

What if Sir Nighteye Lived?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: Gen

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Midoriya Izuku & Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might Midoriya Izuku & Toogata Mirio Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye & Tsukauchi Naomasa Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye & Toogata Mirio Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Bakugou Katsuki Bakugou Katsuki & Yagi Toshinori | All Might Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou Bakugou Katsuki/Consequences - Relationship

Characters: Midoriya Izuku Midoriya Inko Bakugou Katsuki Bakugou Mitsuki Bakugou Masaru Toogata Mirio Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Yagi Toshinori | All Might Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye Kirishima Eijirou Todoroki Shouto Amajiki Tamaki Hadou Nejire Asui Tsuyu Uraraka Ochako Mineta Minoru Class 1-A (My Hero Academia) Nedzu (My Hero Academia) Tsukauchi Naomasa Kayama Nemuri | Midnight Eri (My Hero Academia) Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl Shinsou Hitoshi Ashido Mina Kaminari Denki Aoyama Yuuga

Additional Tags: What-If Bakugou Katsuki Faces Consequences Aizawa Shouta Faces Consequences Yagi Toshinori | All Might Faces Consequences Hurt/Comfort Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug Midoriya Inko's Bad Parenting Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Bad Teacher Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Bad Teacher Bully Bakugou Katsuki Deku fan club Recovery Girl faces consequences Nedzu Faces Consequences Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Bashing Bakugou Katsuki Bashing Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl Bashing Nedzu bashing Mineta Minoru is Expelled from U.A. High School Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing Yagi Toshinori | All Might Redemption Bakugou Katsuki is Expelled from U.A. High School Bakugou Mitsuki's Bad Parenting Bakugou Katsuki Goes to Jail

Series: Part 1 of The Dadeye Chronicles

Summary:

What if Sir Nighteye didn't die after the battle with Overhaul? Given the chance to live and make up for his poor behavior towards Izuku, how does he respond to learning how many people have treated Izuku so poorly? He does what any hero would do, he comes up with a plan to make sure that justice is served, and then executes it. “My boy, you single handedly defeated perhaps the strongest villain in Japan, saved Eri, and broke the chains of fate. There’s no one else who can do what you’ve done, and I promise you that I won’t stop working until you and everyone else recognize what an incredible hero you are.” Nighteye let his curiosity get the best of him, and looked into Izuku’s eyes and activated his quirk, attempting to peer into Izuku’s future. He almost lost concentration and stopped his quirk when he realized he was seeing Izuku’s fight with Overhaul play out in his mind rather than seeing into the future. ‘That’s never happened before.’ Nighteye focused and tried to look further ahead, but instead his vision moved further into the past.

New oc story! This one only has one chapter, the AO3 link is here

I have it set that only registered users can see it, I'm doing this to prevent ai story theft

the story is about this guy I made on a Carnivorous Ruse base

My oc story is now available on AO3, read here you need to have an account to see it. I'll be posting it on both tumblr and ao3 from now on

I forgot to put this fic here; I have more drafts but DAVEMIGHT AHHHH

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63429337

I was reading a FANTASTIC rottmnt fic o got the link from tumblr so it was in that little pop up web page I was a decent way in I can’t remember the name or creator and I did not save it in any way

In the middle of a chapter I had to go do the dishes by the time I got back tumbler had refreshed and I can no longer find the fic

It was 33/33 chapters

God I am fucking cringe but everyone here is 👍

So the summary for how far I have gotten is:

Leos in a coma ish thing and is missing and arm after the kranng battle. He’s kinda in and out of being conscious. The whole thing so far has been him NOT wanting to be alone bc he hates the quiet. And he had like this feeling that there’s someone else in his mind but isn’t tooo aware to figure out if he’s right. Turns out it’s the older Leo from Casey’s time line and that as for as I got before tumblr refreshed

So pleaseeeeeee if you know what it’s called tell me it’s pretty niche

i’ve been posting a new jori fic on ao3, Leave the Light On!! i’ve also been posting related images on pinterest that i edit for the album covers and articles and things like that. for some reason, pinterest won’t let me post this article, so i’m posting it here… if it intrigues you, you should read my fic!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/64691734/chapters/166199176

guys i’m going insane im trying to post a new chapter to my fic and it’s not showing up at the top of any of the tags like it normally does 😭😭 i cleared my cache and im not posting between 12am-5am UTC time and the date of publication is right and idk what else to do 😭 i feel like ppl aren’t gonna realize there’s a new chapter unless it’s at the top 😭 does anyone know what i can do to fix this

i’m not really that active on here but i thought i would post a link to my jori fic ive been working on for the past few weeks!! the last chapter will hopefully be up in a few days 🥲 y’all should check it out if you’re interested 🫶🏻🫶🏻

I added another chapter to my fic, if ya’ll are interested. I appreciate feedback and I hope if you choose to read it you like it 🫶

So I’ve been working on a thing :)

Yet another backstory!

AO3 / Wattpad

9 Y - 0 M - 4 D

“I want that squirrel.” Ethan pointed at the tree that was triple his height.

His mother took off her sunglasses, searched for the animal between the leaves, and analyzed her little boy.

“You’ll get your clothes dirty.”

“I can wash them later.”

She saw the squirrel far away, really far away, holding a nut and moving its nose. Such an ugly creature…

“Do you want to eat that?”

“It’s not for eating! It is to be my pet!”

“Pet?” She frowned and leaned on. “Is there a special reason for this?”

“Because Tony is small, and it will be cool to chase him there!” Ethan put his hands together. “Please, mum, can I have it?!”

She looked up and down at his new outfit: polo shirt, shorts over his knees, led shoes, and, lastly, his puppy face.

Fragile. And extremely cute.

She sighed. “Yes, you can, but go slowly so you don’t fall.”

“Alright, mum! I love you!” said him, already running at the tree.

He arrived at the base and checked if he was in the same direction as Tony. The squirrel didn’t move at all, so it would be easy to catch him!

Hugging the tree, Ethan put a foot on a bump, and pushed his body up. He gripped the next branch, tested if it held his weight, then pushed up again.

He kept doing it, slowly as his mother told him to, until the largest branches finally arrived. It was the hardest part: to get over there; but Ethan could see Tony just at the edge, and he wouldn’t stop now that he was this close.

Placing his hands in minor areas, he managed to get his torso over. To get his legs up as well, he just had to drag himself on the branch and… ta-dah! He was safely sat!

The squirrel was still with its nut, trying to open it with big teeth. It made Ethan smirk. Tony was kinda similar to Sam in appearance; would they like to meet each other? Ethan was certain they would, so he should hurry.

He moved subtly to not scare Tony, just like his mum did in other times. It would probably work with him, too, if he did the exact same thing.

“Hi, Tony,” he whispered. “Do you wanna go to my house? There’s a lot of food there.”

He showed his hand to the squirrel, who stared for a long time before approaching. His tiny paws let go of the nut and touched Ethan’s hand, as if searching for something.

“Hey, this tickles!” Ethan giggled and squirmed as Tony traveled his arm and shoulders, stopping over his head. “What are you doing there? Is it comfortable?”

Ethan could feel the squirrel pulling his hair, then going still as if he found the perfect spot. After realizing he was ready, the boy put the nut in his pocket.

“Now, we just gotta get down and…” He froze.

When did he get that high?

His body tensed as he looked down for the first time. No way he could jump from this height; he’d turn into a pancake! What could he do?! What could he do?!

He hugged the branch, looking for his mother who was just a minuscule red point on the green.

“Mum!” he called, but she didn’t move. “MOMMYYYY!”

Tony squeaked and left in a rush, jumping on Ethan’s legs and causing more screams.

“NO, TONY! DON’T RUN!” Ethan wanted to catch the squirrel, but his body was locked. “COME BACK, PLEASE!”

Yet the squirrel disappeared in the leaves, totally forgetting about the promises of food and new home. Ughhh, what a traitor!

Ethan looked down again and his heart sank.

His mother wasn’t on the bench anymore. Where did she go?! Did she leave him stuck there?! How could s—

“Ethan, is everything okay?!” Her voice came from below, returning his soul to his body. “Did you get the squirrel?!”

“HE LEFT!” Ethan carefully looked down, but regretted it immediately. Spirits, what a nauseating place to be in… “I’M STUCK, MOMMY! HELP!”

“You climbed up; you figure out how to get down!”

His eyes darted at the horrific distance between him and the ground, and, nuh-uh. Nope. Sov.

“MUM, IT’S TOO HIGH! I LOVE MY LIFE! I WON’T DO IT!”

She chuckled softly. “It’s not hard, son! Just put your feet in the same place you put before, and climb down!”

“BUT I WILL FALL AND DIE!”

“You won’t, I promise you!”

“MUMMMMMMMM!” He shut his eyes and gripped the tree like a koala. “I’M NOT GOING DOWN!”

“And I’m not going to get you!” She sat beside the tree. “If you’re staying there, we can pass the night here. I don’t mind!”

Ethan couldn’t believe it. Was it for real? She really wasn’t coming to save him?? Even if he’s clearly in danger?! She doesn’t mind if he dies?!

…no, she must be kidding. She was letting Ethan stay for longer because he broke her bracelet. She said it was fine, but maybe she secretly got angry at him, and now was taking advantage of his situation. That must be it. He just gotta wait until she pities him.

Yeah, she was going to get him soon.

Soon.

At any moment.

At any second.

When she feels like it.

Before it was night.

She would do it.

However, time passed, Ethan didn’t move an inch, and his belly was getting wild. The only thing he had all afternoon was an ice cream, and now his stomach was trying to eat him inside out.

Meanwhile, his mum was there, laid down and resting peacefully on the grass.

“Mummyyyyyy… I’m hungry!”

“Me too.” She didn’t even open her eyes. “A shame you let that squirrel escape.”

“Tony wasn’t food! He was my pet!”

“As you say, dear.”

And she kept silent, not uttering a single word about saving him. The crickets and owls were talking more than her, at this point!

His lips trembled when he talked again. 

“Mum, will you really leave me alone here forever?!”

“Of course no, am I not here?” She smiled. “I won’t leave you alone, Ethan; I am letting you learn something useful.”

“But it’s past the time of learning anything! It’s time for dinner, then fairytale, then bedtime!” 

“I know, it will be such a hassle to fix it when we get home, so can you climb down quickly?”

The boy stared at his mum, measuring once more how hard he could fall. Maybe it wasn’t that far, but…

“It’s dark, I can’t see.”

“Ethan…” She huffed and got up, resting her hand on her hip. “We both know you can see clearly—the moon is full, and your vision is better than mine—, so stop procrastinating and get down!”

Ethan breathed in deeply, gazing from his mum to the tree trunk. He could see everything, as she said, but could he do it?…

“Sweet, hear me,” she continued. “It’s not hard. Drag yourself to the trunk, hold it, then put your foot on the nearest branch. After being sure it won’t fall, repeat the steps until you get here. It’s the same as going up, but in the inverse order. Easy, right?”

“Easy, saying! It’s not you here, mum…” he grumbled and swallowed dry.

However, he knew he had no other way to leave. It was climb down or climb down, so he stretched his hands forward. Slowly, focused and shaking, he moved on the branch towards his goal. 

Without looking down, he got at the trunk and squeezed it with his arms. His heart was about to break his rib cage, but he continued the process: a foot down, blindly looking for a new support, then descending over it.

Sometimes Ethan would misstep on a lump and feel his blood vanishing, but then he’d find a way to stabilize himself, say thanks to the stars, and keep the journey down.

It wasn’t easy at all; it was hard, terrible. He felt like he’d fall at each action, hurt himself while falling, hit the ground, go to the hospital, have a head surgery, then die, leaving his mum crying for him the rest of her life.

And this was exactly what happened.

Disturbed by his own thoughts, he glanced down for a second. A millisecond. A tenth of a millisecond. And that was when gravity pulled him down with all its might.

It was fast. Too fast! Ethan screamed and reached for something to hold, but he only held onto leaves who folded with him. He couldn’t seem to stop! He was going to hit the ground! He was going to die!

“ETHAN!”

He shut his eyes, prepared for the inevitable, for the impact, and—

He rolled like a barrel, in a tight space, muffled noises, and aching body. When he stopped spinning, his brain didn’t. It kept sick, feeling suffocated. His lungs were heavy, and it just was tight. Everything was unbelievably tight.

The voice was what made him realize the cause of that problem.

“Thunder! Begone evil!” His mother cursed behind him, still pressing him against her chest. “Do you want to give me a heart attack, Ethan?!”

He couldn’t tell apart her heartbeats from his, but he knew they both weren’t fine. She was shaking. Or was it him? They were too close. Her arms were entangled around his body and he could feel her uneven breath on his hair.

Ah…

Safe. He was safe. He didn’t die. His mum saved him. She got him before he hit the ground. She saved him.

He held weakly to her hands, and the tears came at once. 

“Ethan…” she called and turned him over. “Ethan? Are you hurt somewhere? Did you hit anything??”

He shook his head, but she checked him whole as he didn’t stop to cry. He couldn’t, and he didn’t understand why. Instead, he jumped into her arms again, hugging her neck and weeping louder.

“Son?…” muttered her.

She didn’t push him away, nor told him to be quiet, nor mocked his ugly face.

She just held him back, pulled him closer, and mumbled softly:

“I am here, Ethan. I am here.”

Complete story now updated on AO3!!

Exploring a new case

Guys!! I have uploaded my Wattpad story on AO3 too!! Check it out

Okay, listen. I never read WiPs because I got invested in too many of them before they were discontinued. I have no idea what possessed me to open this one first BUT I AM SO GLAD I DID and you should, too.

This fic takes a somewhat different direction regarding what will happen with Shi Qingxuan after canon, and it's believable and brilliantly executed.

Go on. If you like Beefleaf and slow burn and HELL I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW THIS IS GOING TO END but I think it'll be fine because if it isn't I'll cry ... Anyway, if you like those things, then read it.

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Check out the 100k+ word, still-in-progress story now!

Soon We'll Be Found - Chapter 1 - bluberryblurays - 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]

http://www.wattpad.com/story/359906100-soon-we%27ll-be-found-tgcf-beefleaf

Chapter Two of the Script is Out!

Here's a link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54260500/chapters/137832220

Summary:

Holland March and Holly have another spa day, this time they invite Jackson Healy to join them.

This is based off the poll I did recently on my account, I did the most voted option first which was family fluff, and I'll probably do the second most voted option next to make up for Wednesday's lack of a short story💀

Happy Halloween everyone thought I'd give you all a treat and post the chapter a day early this time

I hope you all enjoy it this time around

CHAPTER TWO IS POSTED GO MY FOXES AND ENJOY ^^