Summary: she glanced at the monster before her; his eyes pierced knives into her soul, made her terrified and lost in that sea of endless red and brutality, his wounds all but invisible– yet she had never seen a being so beautiful, so inviting. It didn’t take much more for her to fall, too.
Rating: T because it’s Bakugou and BNHA. Non AU.
Word count: *drum roll* 21,181 words. Sweet kacchako hell, everyone goodbye. Don’t feel intimidated though, it’s easy to read (I think)
Author’s note: LOOK AT THIS MESS GUYS IT’S KINDA decent? Like
for it being my first try it’s pretty damn decent. I’m a usual fanfic writer
but this people’s dynamic is so unique and working with Bakugou is so
delightful! I’ll definitely write more about him because he’s an awesome
character and making him develop is all kinds of fun. Forgive me if there are
any mistakes tho, I’m new here so I’m not used to his character.
Credit to @kacchanswife because this baby deserves
love and kindness and a starshower? @liltootbrushis also so beautiful and adorkable. Also the countless dorks who commented on
my tag dumpster because this fandom is so cute, supportive and awesome and I
love it. I’LL GIVE MORE CREDIT LATER, I’m sunburnt but I’m crying and feeling
all the butterfly shit in my stomach. I fear this may not live to the hype and
the support GUYS FORGIVE M EEEE
Warnings: I could’ve gone with a single fic because this
could be focused so much more but in the end I did the whole thing. And my
ability to write fighting scenes is cringy as fuck, cope if you can cope. All advice is welcome! And please
do realize that I’ll write a shit ton more of these. So, uh, beware. My writing’s not the best but I did my best and my first <3
I just hope Mic. Word hasn’t munched nothing of this fic or left words out.
“Shut up.” “I didn’t say anything!” “Don’t care. Shut up.”
A fun dialogue prompt for Jacob. And, honestly, who else would he have this conversation with but Bowman Leafwing?
Jacob pursed his lips in an effort to school his expression. He’d definitely heard the sound of Bowman’s landing, though he hadn’t expected it at all. He tread carefully on grassy patches and whatever stones he could find until he could catch up, and then he squatted down so he could see.
Bowman sat up and lifted his arms and wings out of the mud he’d careened right into. Globs of soaked earth dropped from the limbs with tiny plops and Jacob bit determinedly on his lower lip. It wouldn’t do any good to laugh now.
Even covered head to toe in mud, it was very easy to tell when Bowman was about to boil over.
Wild, dark green hair matted down to his head and Bowman’s eyes shone especially bright in contrast with the mud dripping onto his face. Jacob could hardly even see his lower half stuck in the mud puddle.
Bowman whipped his gaze upward. “Shut up!”
“I didn’t say anything!” Jacob insisted, his voice shaking with laughter he refused to let out.
“Don’t care. Shut up.” Bowman’s word was final, though even Jacob could pinpoint the embarrassment in his voice.
“What even happened?” Jacob asked, his voice gentler than before. He hesitated to pick Bowman up and help him out of the mud until he got permission. With the tiny sprite’s pride, one couldn’t be too careful.
Bowman grumbled to himself and tried to brush more globs of mud off his arms. His wings were coated and heavy with the stuff. “Flew through a spiderweb,” he mumbled.
Jacob’s eyebrows shot up and he was caught somewhere between amused and concerned. “You’re not gonna get bit, are you? Got any passengers?”
Bowman shook his head and some drops of muddy water flew away from his hair. “I don’t think the spider was in the center. She’s probably upset that I took her net down, though.”
Jacob sighed and a low, quiet roll of thunder rumbled overhead. As if claiming its own innocence in the whole ordeal. The rain pattered lightly against the canopy above, but only a few drops here and there fell on him so far. Bowman had happened to land in the path of the small storm’s runoff.
“How about I get you to the stream?” Jacob offered, holding out a hand towards his small friend. The fall had been amusing, but poor Bowman’s wings were drooping and it was kind of pathetic.
Bowman shot him another glare. “Fine. But not a word to anyone else, do you hear me?”
Jacob shook his head. “Not a single one. Promise.”
Bowman nodded sharply in approval, and then leaned towards Jacob’s hand. His own tiny hands left smears of mud on Jacob’s fingers as he scrambled for purchase, and when he finally managed it he had to tug himself out of the mud as it tried to keep him. As soon as he could, Jacob curled his fingers up under Bowman’s middle to help tug his legs free.
Bowman crawled to Jacob’s palm, wings dragging and his clothes sopping wet.
“What would you do without me?” Jacob asked, lifting Bowman up and nudging him with his thumb. Bowman swatted at it and glared, so he was probably alright.
“I’d die of shame,” the sprite answered ruefully. “Just get me to the stream before I decide to throw mud in your hair.”
From A Handbook of Egyptian Mythology by Geraldine Pinch
Nut was the sky goddess who was the daughter of the air god Shu and his sister, Tefnut. Nut was the consort of her brother, the earth god Geb, and the mother of several important deities including Osiris, Isis, and Seth. As the sky, Nut was shown either as a giant nude woman arched above the earth or as a giant cow with starry markings. Her name probably derives from an Ancient Egyptian word for water (nw) and her symbol was a water pot.
Several myths deal with the separation of sky and earth. The first, which seems to be as old as the Pyramid Texts, relates how Nut and Geb embraced each other so fervently that there was no room between them for anything to exist. Either at the command of the creator or because he was jealous, Shu separated his children and held Nut and Geb permanently apart (see Figure 42). Nut could then give birth to the children she had already conceived.
In the Coffin Texts, Nut is described as the “mother of the five epagomenal days.” A late explanation of this statement is found in Plutarch’s book on Egyptian religion. It tells how Nut (whom Plutarch calls Rhea) was pregnant, but the sun god put a curse on her so that she could not give birth on any day of the year. The god Hermes (Thoth) played a board game with the moon and won enough light to make five extra days on which Nut’s children could be born.
The five children were Osiris, Horus the Elder, Seth, Isis, and Nephthys. In other accounts of mythical history, there seems no permanent separation until the creator sun god Ra decides to leave the earth after a rebellion by humanity.
Nut takes the form of a cow to carry Ra up into the heavens, a myth encapsulated in the image of a sun disk between cow’s horns that became the insignia of several goddesses. When she was holding the sun god high above the earth, Nut’s “limbs began to shake,” so the eight Heh gods were created to support her.
Nut was particularly associated with the night sky, and some scholars have identified her with the Milky Way. In the Pyramid Texts, it is Nut who draws the dead king up to the heavens to live again as a star. The sky was often thought of as a watery region in which the stars and planets might swim like fish or sail in boats.
In the day, the sun god sailed along the “sea below the belly of Nut.” Each evening, the sun god was swallowed by Nut and passed through a perilous inner sky inside her. At dawn, Nut gave birth to the sun, her blood turning the sky red. At the same time she would be swallowing the moon and the stars to give birth to them again at dusk. This violent imagery may have given rise to a reinterpretation of Nut’s character as “the sow who eats her own piglets.” From the New Kingdom onward, the solar cycle was depicted in royal tombs and in temple halls with giant figures of Nut stretching across the ceilings.
In funerary religion Nut was regarded as one of the most helpful goddesses. She was sometimes carved or painted on the underside of coffin lids, so that she could embrace the deceased for all eternity. In the Book of the Dead and in decorated tombs she was shown in a paradise garden as the goddess of the sycamore-fig tree. In this role, Nut gave water and food to refresh the newly dead and strengthen them for their journey through the underworld.
See also Cattle; Geb; Hippopotamus Goddesses; Mehet-Weret; Ra; Shu and Tefnut
References and further reading:
B. S. Lesko. “The Sky Goddess Nut.” In The Great Goddesses of Egypt. Norman, OK: 1999, 22–44. R. A. Wells. “The Mythology of Nut and the Birth of Ra.” Studien zur Altägyptischen Kultur 19 (1992): 305–322. Primary sources: PT 588, 606, 697; CT 76, 80; BD 59, 152; BOD; BON; BofNut; I&O 12
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
Peridot has never felt comfortable in her proverbial skin; never quite felt okay with the form that her gem projected, the form that all peridots shared. Getting limb enhancers had changed that and made her feel, well, big. They made her feel like her physical form matched the limitless possibilities that her mind had.
Naturally losing them had been devastating. But she was nothing if not capable and she does her best to make up for their lost. As it turns out she was just as impressive with or without her limb enhancers; she could engineer a geo-transactional drill with the best of them.
But being small was inconvenient at best and mortifying at worst. Especially when you’re entirely too aware that the gem you might, maybe, possibly, sort-of, wanted to ‘make out with’, Amethyst’s terms not hers, often had to hand you the box of cereal from the top of the fridge because you can’t reach.
It didn’t help that Pearl was so- statuesque, elegant, altitudinous -tall. And it certainly didn’t help knowing that Pearl seemed to prefer gems that were larger than herself. In fact it made her, again according to Amethyst who was her touch point for earth terminology, incredibly ‘salty’ about the whole affair. Peridot isn’t young by gem standards, isn’t even that small by gem standards, but on earth she feel like a child.
Which makes it all the more satisfying when she gets her limb enhancers back. The first thing Peridot does once they’re fastened to her extremities is make her own bowl of cereal on her own. The second is find Pearl.
The once servant gem is in the barn muttering to herself and tinkering away on a troubling circuit board when Peridot tracks her down.
When Pearl turns around her first glance is about a foot too low to catch her gaze. Her second glance has her taking a step back in surprise sending her flush against the barn wall, her final glance has her meeting Peridot’s smug expression with a surprised look of of her own.
Peridot doesn’t really make a conscious decision to invade Pearl’s personal space and lean a robotic arm near her head, but she definitely doesn’t mind it now that she’s there. She really likes the fact that Pearl and her are at eye level, likes that her cheeks are blooming with blue, likes the foot that she props between her legs.
“How on earth-? Your limb-enhancers, you’re-” Pearl is visibly flustered by her height, looking her up and down several times to take it all in. Peridot briefly remembers how in most human sitcoms people that wind up in this kind of physical proximity usually end up doing that ‘making out’ thing. Not that she has any real knowledge on initiating that.
“Why yes Pearl, I have gotten taller. How correct of you to notice.”
Then again, Peridot has always been one for setting the learning curve.
Kissing is…odd, just a press of lips against lips, she’s not entirely sure why humans did it so much. But it’s kinda nice, tolerable. Being with Pearl on a level playing field is nice at least. Not being looked at like a human child is the nicest thing of all. Stars, she really missed being tall.
Peridot is riding so high on the confidence that her limb-enhancers provide her with that she never notices the long fingers that suddenly grip at her shoulders until they they are twisting her around and pushing her against the wall.
It’s Peridot’s turn to blush blue when Pearl smugly retorts, “Well, you know how I love to be correct.” and nudges a bony knee between her legs and nudges her mouth open with her lips and tongue and-
Earthrise : Whats that rising over the edge of the Moon? Earth. About 47 years ago, in December of 1968, the Apollo 8 crew flew from the Earth to the Moon and back again. Frank Borman, James Lovell, and William Anders were launched atop a Saturn V rocket on December 21, circled the Moon ten times in their command module, and returned to Earth on December 27. The Apollo 8 missions impressive list of firsts includes: the first humans to journey to the Earths Moon, the first to fly using the Saturn V rocket, and the first to photograph the Earth from deep space. As the Apollo 8 command module rounded the farside of the Moon, the crew could look toward the lunar horizon and see the Earth appear to rise, due to their spacecrafts orbital motion. Their famous picture of a distant blue Earth above the Moons limb was a marvelous gift to the world. via NASA
This is not a snake, but a legless lizard. This particular specimen (Lialis burtonis) belongs to one of several groups that have either absent or reduced limbs: to the point of being non-functional in everyday locomotion. They are distinguishable from snakes by their possession of eyelids, external ear openings, lack of broad scales on the belly, and lack of forked tongue.
Forty-five years ago, in December of 1968, the Apollo 8 crew flew from the Earth to the Moon and back again. Frank Borman, James Lovell, and William Anders were launched atop a Saturn V rocket on Dec. 21, circled the Moon ten times in their command module, and returned to Earth on Dec. 27. The Apollo 8 mission’s impressive list of firsts includes: the first humans to journey to the Earth’s Moon, the first to fly using the Saturn V rocket, and the first to photograph the Earth from deep space. As the Apollo 8 command module rounded the far side of the Moon on Dec. 24, the crew could look toward the lunar horizon and see the Earth appear to rise, due to their spacecraft’s orbital motion. Their famous picture of a distant blue Earth above the Moon’s limb was a marvelous gift to the world.
He settles onto the stool, his weight sinking its wooden legs into the soft, pliant earth, while his own limbs ache from the reprieve. It had been a long and trying day, a series of useless endeavors to nab the scoundrel who had recently taken to depriving their camp of various non-essential items. The irony is certainly not lost on Robin, but even thieves amongst thieves ought to abide by a code.
Besides which, he doesn’t exactly fancy the prospect of spending the next fortnight listening to John lament the loss of his most cherished bathing products, before they’re able to replenish his stock from the nearest unsuspecting town.
Stretching out the cramps in his knees, Robin indulges in a deep inhale, and the freshly brewed scent of something sharp and bitter-strong comforts him, significantly lifting his downtrodden spirits.
At least the troublesome bandit hadn’t thought to rob them of their coffee beans.