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Chapter 1: Bones and Blood

The Twisting Nether. A realm of unending layers upon layers of chaotic magics that often defy the laws of time and space within itself, often inhabited by various demons and other entities that tend to be teetering on the path of destruction by evil and a notable standpoint for battle between worlds, whether they be personal, global, or even galactic in scale. Nearly two years ago, a fight between the Lord, Alphus Durand Daevara and his Fel-tainted ancestor, Alphaeron Daevara who was originally the Patriarch of the family, took place among the shattered remains of an ancient world of unknown. The Lord reluctantly defeated such an ‘evil’, with not only the cost of his left arm, but bearing a message upon death that Azeroth would burn, one way or another.

Now… it would seem Lindeara and her newfound master have their sights on what remains of the charred battlefield as she comes seeking what her master desires… Aside from the chaotic leaking energies from within the crater, the smell of demon’s blood would not only coat the air but puddle the grounds around such a scenery. The drained corpses of what were fel guards and wrathfiends, twisted and mangled by the magics of the powerful demoness who had hopped into the crater as if it were child’s play. She stepping up to the prize she sought with her blackened and torn wings folded into her shoulder-blades. The sound of bone reforming with a cracking sound so that her wings were dispatched would be heard, laced with the giggling of crazed joy in the sultry female’s voice. “You weren’t kidding, Master… you did have a bone to pick with him… quite literally… that meal made this all the worth it though…”

The woman always appeared to be speaking to herself, of course it would be of no surprised as Lindeara was always labeled to be quite mad. “Gooood… now… retrieve the skeletal remains… take them to your safe house… we shall begin shortly…” The voice in her head spoke in a tone that sounded like a monster from the Great Dark Beyond itself. “As you wish.. My darling Master.” She chided in with a coo about her voice, licking her onyx lips as her minions, the she-locks, appeared from thin air, forming a circle of sorcery around them as they were all brought through a dimensional rift, Lindeara eagerly grinned with those sharpened pearly whites at her success. 

Moments later…. 

“Master, your request has been completed…” Lindeara stated within her mind as her master chided in aloud, “Excellent… I have been waiting a long time for this… Alphaeron Daevara…” One of Lindeara’s void-less eyes seemed to emit a dark energy as the voice was passed through her, for she had bound a portion of the master’s essence to her body through a ritual, staring down the organized skeletal remains of the man he spoke of, still emitting energies of the chaotic realm, now decorated in a rather fitting robe for a demon warlock. “Lindearaaaa… Your energy shall be needed to process the ritual you are about to partake… a trade off… a portion of life to bring back another…” the voice called to her before she extended her right hand out with the palm facing upward as she brought a knife to her wrist with her left. “My darling… I am yours… I will do as you see fit… have I not proven that time and time again?”

And almost instantly, she slit her wrist, bleeding out that corrupted blood of inky darkness that seeped to her palm as she began to speak in the demonic tongue, “X adare laz veni shi! Manach zar sha'lok!” Her minions watched in awe as their Mistress performed such a ritual, the oozing blood began to bubble and transmute into a dark energy that took on the form of darkened mist laced with a touch of crimson flow, such as the strange energy that exits the Lord’s aura. Now, it was being provided as fuel for the spell that was being channeled from Lindeara’s own form as she continued to whisper blasphemous tongues. She channeled those tainted energies into the skeletal construct which began to rattle and spew energies from the very eye sockets of the remains, a shrieking sound was heard as a soft sputter of life was given to what was once dead. Now the corpse reanimated in the twist of irony known as Undeath, a rather spine tingling sound as the scent of darkened corruption and death now laced the air with the ash of hellish fire. “Wwwwhhyyy… have I… beeeen… brouuuught… back…” The skeleton’s skull began to emit light, much like a lantern of soul-fire as Lindeara concluded her ritual. Bringing her sliced wrist to her lips in order for her to lick her wounds much like a feline, the woman sickeningly bringing the tip of her tongue to taste the flesh inside. “Oh goody, you are already awakening… do you want the entire truth or just my version?.. whatever… no rest for the wicked, right, Alphy?” Her tone was rather mocking as she had already heard the story of how the great Daevara became nothing more than bones. “You dare… meddle with me child!” He shrieked as he brought himself upward to try and lunge at the demoness.

Instantly Lindeara flashed a crazed grin as Alphaeron was instantly stopped by an unseen force right in her arm’s reach, which was taken advantage of as she had brought two of her fingers to tap the Undead’s forehead, a surge of magic washed over him as he shrieked in agony, his mind was being twisted and turned as her master’s voice echoed through her lips. “The Patriarch wishes to continue to defy my will even in undeath?! Well that’s all about to change.. I told you ten thousand years ago you would pay for your betrayal.. consider this your payment! Now… KNEEL TO HER!” Upon command, he instantly bent his wobbling knees to bow on all fours as he said, “Yessss… M-Master… what is thy will?” Lindeara bent down a bit and placed a kiss upon his forehead, licking the energy that singed her lips before she answered his question, “Whatever the Master wishes… isn’t it wonderful? To be back into this world to serve him?” She would then straighten her posture as she crossed her arms over her bust and began cackling like the wicked witch she truly was…

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"Straight couples shouldn't be at pride"

Well uh…

1.) one or both of people you see as a “straight couple” could be pan/bi/poly/ace

2.) one or both of them could be trans or non binary

3.) you could be misgendering someone

4.) or *gasp* allies that want to show their support

Headcanon that Izuku never stopped taking notes and filling notebook after notebook with information about the heroes he encounters. Even though he may be an aspiring hero now, it’s a habit, born out of his natural curiosity and his life-long longing to become like his heroes.

His classmates notice how Izuku can often be seen bent over his notes, scribbling away furiously while muttering to himself. But when they ask him what he’s doing, Izuku just blushes, covers his notes with both hands or stuffs them into his bag, mumbling a hasty excuse and changes the subject.

Since they live together at the dorms now, its inevitable that the children learn more about each other. Little secrets, habits… Like Kouda owning a pet bunny, Iida keeping spare glasses and Tokoyami’s true edginess.

And one day, Izuku leaves one of his notebooks lying around where the others find it.

Of course, a few of the children are far too curious for their own good. Finally, they have the chance to learn a bit more about Midoriya - because even though Izuku is a great friend and a little sunshine, he doesn’t talk much about himself.


Even though a few - like Uraraka and Yayorozu - protest, the others decide to read through the notebook.

Their initial excitement vanishes as they skim through the first pages. A few pages later, all of class 1-A have gathered around the notebook, looking over each other’s shoulders to see.

Izuku had taken notes about them. Detailed notes about each of his classmates and his teachers.


The children are speechless about it. Normally, it would be strange or unsettling when someone takes detailed notes about a person without that person knowing. But this notebook… There is so much work and love put into it. The sketches tell of love for the detail and great observation skills, while the notes next to those sketches speak about the adoration and admiration Izuku holds for his classmates and his teacher.


The children are not unsettled or angry because of the notebook.

They are touched by it.

It is Tsuyu who points out that there is one hero that is not to be found in the notebook.

And the class 1-A decides that they have to finish the notebook.

It takes them a few days. They are not as used or skilled at this as Izuku, and they are twenty people who first have to agree on what they do before they actually do it.

Eventually, after discussing about it, the children let their teacher in on it, too.

All Might spits blood and almost cries at the sight of the notebook, while Aizawa just stares at it, trying not to show any emotion.

Both of them agree to help.


(Izuku, all the while, is distressed because he can’t find his precious notes. The other try to calm him down, promising to help him look for it before they distract him.)

After their work is done, the whole class gathers in the living room one morning. They drag Toshinori - who insists that they did the most work and he did next to nothing so they should do this without him - and Aizawa with them. Izuku is out, doing his laps around the house like he does every morning.

When he comes back, he startles at the sight of twenty-two people waiting in the living room. He greets them with a crooked smile, intending to walk past them and to the bathroom to take a shower, but his friends call him back because they want to show him something.

As Izuku shuffles into the room, his friends instantly push the long-missed notebook into his hands, grinning excitedly at him.

Izuku blinks in confusion, then realization. In quick succession, he goes from embarrassment that his notebook had been seen by them all over to confusion as to why they had hidden it from him the last few days.

His classmates grin at each other, before Kirishima explains, “We had to add something in there.”

“You… you added something to my notes?!” Izuku doesn’t know if he should be shocked or even a bit angry. He skims through the pages, trying to find the changes his friends had made.

When he reaches the last few pages of the book, all breath leaves him. He stares, and stares, unable to understand what he sees there in front of him.


In big, bold letters, the title of the pages reads Midoriya Izuku.

Underneath and continuing on the next pages, there are crooked sketches – not as good as his, but done with love – of Izuku in different positions and outfits. A few photo had been added – Izuku recognizes the ones All Might had taken of him during their ten months of training.

And there are notes, notes over notes, observations they others had made while with him, comments of what they think about him. All of it is detailed and entirely positive, telling stories of how high their meaning of Izuku is.

Izuku is still staring silently, his brain had shut down at some point, screeched to an abrupt halt.

There is some shuffling, whispering and nudging, and finally, Toshinori speaks up – pressured by the children and Aizawa to do so. He clears his throat and explains, “Your friends… no, we figured that your notes were, in fact, incomplete.”


Izuku looks up at him, eyes wide and unbelieving.

Toshinori smiles at him, a beaming smile that even surpasses that of his All Might-persona. “You forgot one of the greatest heroes. We couldn’t just leave it like that, no?”

That’s the moment where Izuku breaks down and starts crying. Tears of happiness stream down his face as he clutches the notebook to his chest and says “Thank you, thank you so much” over and over, not knowing at whom he should address his thanks first out of all of them.

There is some shouting and then laughter as his friends surge forward to try and calm Izuku down, patting him on the back, hanging onto his arms and pulling him into tight hugs. Ruffling his hair and telling him that it’s okay, they had fun doing it.


“Don’t cry,” they tell him, soothingly.

“Yeah, smile for us, Izuku.”

And Izuku does, still sniffling and teary-eyed and the notebook almost crumpling in his tight grip, but he beams at them in that unique way that makes everyone smile back.

It’s most likely the best present they could have ever given him.

  • Qrow: Hey, YOU.
  • Jaune: Me?
  • Qrow: Yeah, you. You're the person whose girlfriend just died, right?
  • Jaune: ...Yes...
  • Qrow: Don't worry, my heart's broken beyond repair, too. I'm here to show you the ropes.
  • Jaune: ...Uh-
  • Qrow: RULE NUMBER 1. Get drunk. The drunker you are the less the pain gets to you. Just make sure you don't get too drunk, otherwise it wraps back around to being painful again.
  • Jaune: I'm underage-
  • Qrow: Rule number 2: Don't be a bitch.
  • Jaune: Okay.
  • Qrow: Rule number 3: You will never heal. Ever. Accept the fact that all the sex you have from now on will be purely physical. Forget the idea of intimacy ever having meaning again.
  • Jaune: I'm a virgin.
  • Qrow: Great, you're already half way there.
  • Jaune: uh-
  • Qrow: TO THE BAR!
Quote Writing Prompts
  • 1: "Yeah uh - Yeah no, that sounds awful."
  • 2: "Please... Don't leave me here. Don't leave me alone, without you."
  • 3: "So, that went well."
  • 4: "You're awful. I love it."
  • 5: "What the hell do you think you're doing, exactly?"
  • 6: "Is that... lipstick, on your collar?"
  • 7: "Did you do this?"
  • 8: "You know what? This place feels like home."
  • 9: "Oh shit. Am I - Am I in love? That's not supposed to be happening. That's not right."
  • 10: "Who are you? Where am I? What is this? WHAT IS GOING ON?!"
  • 11: "Dear (name), First of all, I'm so sorry. I really am."
  • 12: "I can't do this anymore."
  • 13: "So what, you're just gonna leave?"
  • 14: "Did you honestly think I wouldn't figure it out?"
  • 15: "You really think you can beat me? That's cute."
  • 16: "I'm tired of you. I really am, at this point."
  • 17: "Oh, just digging myself a nice grave, you?"
  • 18: "Shhhh. This is my favorite part."
  • 19: "Hey, can I hold your boobs for a sec?"
  • 20: "I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel toward you."
  • 21: "Is that necessary?"
  • 22: "I don't like it."
  • 23: "I'm getting bad vibes... We should go."
  • 24: "HA! Loser!"
  • 25: "You wear me out, kid."
  • 26: "Is this a joke? This is a joke, right? You're joking."
  • 27: "The washing machine broke, I almost lost my keys, the car got dented, and a wasp got into the house and hijacked the bedroom for four days! Four. Days."
  • 28: "You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."
  • 29: "You kiddin'? That's brilliant, c'mon!"
  • 30: "So what do you say to this: you, me, a nice big glass of milk, a thing of cookies?"
  • 31: "My hero."
  • 32: "That was harsh."
  • 33: "You better pipe down. I'm not laughing."
  • 34: "So you're really gonna do this, huh? And nothing I say can change your mind?"
  • 35: "So uh. I noticed you're kinda naked. Is that intentional, or... ?"
  • 36: "Why is there a dog in the living room?"
  • 37: "They mixed up our reservations. One room. One bed."
  • 38: "Oh boy. I'm on the weird side of YouTube again."
  • 39: "You, my friend, are a filthy sinner, and I approve wholeheartedly."
  • 40: "Did you mean like... this?"


↳ Hi
↳ who am I
↳ I won’t tell you
↳ 1. alpaca 2. horse 3. muscle pig 4. heodang (satoori; clumsy/silly/easily confused) 5. grandma 6. monkey 7. rice cake
↳ shall I give more hints
↳ listen well
↳ banggeulie (Jin’s nickname)
↳ Uh, my mistake
↳ again
↳ 1. aje 2. grandpa 3. muscle bunny 4. horse 5. kim army 6. cheeky monkey 7. It’s me
↳ sorry my typing is slow😭
↳ 😢
↳ I can send emoticons fast
↳ 😁
↳ 😘
↳ 🙂
↳ 😛
↳ 😂
↳ 😯
↳ 😢
↳ I can do it now
↳ heh
↳ I
↳ am going to practice now
↳ I’m going ok?
↳ Ah, and I’ll take food

trans; @hobuing | do not repost

  • *Cops are coming after JD and Veronica.*
  • Veronica: What are you doing?!
  • JD: I got an idea.
  • *JD veers off road*
  • Cop 1: What the hell?
  • JD: When I stop the car, run out screaming.
  • Veronica: No problem.
  • JD: Little trick my dad taught me....
  • *JD stops car in field and they run out screaming*
  • Cop 1: Son......roll around! Do you hear me? Roll around on the ground!
  • Veronica: Save yourself, JD! Don't be the hero!
  • Cop 2: Frank, I'm allergic to bees.
  • Cop 1: Me too.....
  • JD: They're huge and they sting crazy!!!!
  • Cop 1: Uh....We'll come back later to check on you!
  • JD: Save yourselves! Your firearms are useless against them!
  • *cops get in car and drive off*
  • JD: Holy shnikees, it worked!

UH-1 Iroquois (Mohawk) is an American multi-purpose helicopter company Bell Helicopter Textron, also known as the “Huey”. I’m sure that this helicopter you often met in films/video footage/photos from Vietnam. Without exaggeration, the legendary machine is involved not only in the Vietnam war, but in the Turkish operations for the invasion of Cyprus, the war against the Kurds, 31 August 1979, in Israel during the October war in Iraq and many other conflicts around the globe. Without a doubt, this car has left a big mark in the history of many wars and armed conflicts around the world. And even now, many years later, she is ready to fulfill its tasks