#kc writes

I don't think I ever posted this here but back in April I tried to wrote a short ficlet based of an idea @bibliophilea came up with for the RET Time AU because its really neat n i end up writing this but never upload em for some reason askdjaskd

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It doesn’t matter how hard everyone fought them, the trio will always win. And Amity Park will always fall. Such is fate.

It’s the intricate choreographed dance between the three of them. Such grandiose gestures, so extravagant, and yet they moved so flawlessly among themselves. Not one misstep or wrong timing. They knew each other's moves by heart and went along with the flow. Even as they make up the steps, the others would surely follow.

A beautiful three-way tango only those with strong connections could do. The 'power of friendship and love' sounded like a child’s play, yet it was the strength of their bond that let them usurp the throne from Pariah and threw both realms into chaos.

What a stunning performance it was. At the cost of the timeline's fate. But what can one do? Such is life.

Alas, all good things must come to an end, and this one was no exception. Their existences meant a doomed timeline. Even on the off chance that they were defeated, the world was already ruined. Humanity will move on, but the three will not. The world will have to live with that, for better or worse.

That is, unless you have something to say about it.

The Observants had been making preparation behind the curtains. Something that could contain the patrons. It would take their corruption away, but not all. Being tangled and tied up for so long would leave marks on the three of them, even when all the strings were cut off. They would be lost, with no one to guide them, and the guilt would consume them and their future would be bleak.

A rehabilitation for the young ones, you suggested to the Observants. Until they are cured from their corruption. A ‘necessary’ step to prevent the three from enacting revenge towards the ones who stripped them of their powers. The council were inclined to agree, as they did not want to handle the three who were once their monarchs. You will take them under your wings. Offer them your guidance in place of the previous ones. You will extend your hand to the children standing in front of you. Not with malice, but with patience. You know they do not have other choices, but you offer nonetheless.

They will hesitate. But they will take your hand

And so, they will don a new name, to fit their new roles.

Past

Present

Future

But to you, they will be known as

Your Students.

Your Wards.

Your Children.

Love for life is like that of waves, an ebb and flow that never ends.

When gaining love, you soon lose love itself

A home. A friend. A sense of self.

Like that of a song, chaotic and old

It's conductor no longer here to end it

Thrice it was attempted

Once by a father and leader,

He who wrote the song.

It is through his madness and anger that we are here

Once by a merchant,

Fueled by power and wealth.

He who by his own vices that the song continues

And once by a son,

He who wanted it to end.

To finish the song.

One who lies in brimstone and fire, in the arms of a tormentor

A tyrant keeps the meter going,

The tempo rising and falling and never ending.

One who now sets his eyes on a forth, a child of new beginnings.

Note: This is a repost of a thread I originally posted to my twitter. Parts of it have been edited/reformatted for Tumblr.)

thinking more about my mechanic/AI au, and going a little crazy over one of the main ideas of it, where hawks has salvaged dabi's body from a scrapyard, and as he's fixing up dabi's body, he talks at him, not realizing that dabi's AI is fully conscious inside his skull, and can hear everything that hawks is saying. 

oh my gosh!! sure!!

avpol with a chubby s/o! i’ll do jotakak on another post