#High School stage combat

[rakstagecombat]

Centennial Collegiate VS (UGDSB)

"Chris offered a highly engaging, energetic and informative workshop.  He works quick, holds the attention of students from grade 9-12 and I was able to transfer the skills into units of study such as mime.  I highly recommend this workshop! "

~ Kiran Denis

[wordswithkittywitch]

Not to go off on a tangent, but I'm about to. I want to pull this video back in time nineteen years, wow everyone with the smartphone I just pulled out of my pocket to watch it on, and then tell my health class, "See? See?! THIS is what I'm talking about! When I say 'renfaire actors are attractive', I'm talking about the skinny young whippets like this who do the fight scenes, so you can admire agile young men and women in swooshy cloaks waving around swords with their hair going all fluttery like an anime character. Come on! Lord of the Rings just came out, and we all want Legolas!" As an adult, I can look back on that conversation and realise that when they said "The most attractive profession is a construction worker." and I said "The most attractive profession is a renfair actor." we were both picturing a young fit man as the attractive person and a strongly built but older and probably badly groomed person as the unnattractive person. In any case, we were all horrified. Also, I want to ask my health teacher what he thought putting the boys and girls into groups and getting them to describe the most attractive person possible was going to accomplish, especially since at least one of them (me) turned out to be queer. Wait, no, he showed the video he got the idea from when we reached a completely different conclusion than he expected, and in the video they said, "Describe the manliest man and the womanliest woman." and he instructed us to "describe the most ATTRACTIVE man/woman". Anyway, he wasn't a competant health teacher to begin with, this is the same man who I asked, when he was describing mental illnesses, "So if schizophenia is hearing people talking when they aren't there and MPD (it's been reclassified, but this was 2004) is being other people, what is it when you're trying to fall asleep and hear people you've talked to over the course of the day whispering all around you?" and he said, "That doesn't happen." and I said, "Of course it does, it happens to me almost every night." and I got to deal with the entire class thinking I had a new and special mental illness that hadn't even been classified yet for the rest of the year. (I mean, I did turn out mentally ill, but that's not a symptom, night whispers is just what your brain putting conversations you had that day into long-term memory sounds like to some people. In case you have that and wonder if you're losing your mind.) ...I feel like there's that picture of a horrified McDonald's worker in my future. Sorry about the tangents.

I had a fantastic time working with Jack Stockdale-Haley of Jack of All Blades! It’s a huge testament to his skill and patience that we were able to get these clips despite my complete lack of stage combat experience!

For more clips from these sessions, art references, archery tutorials, and more, please consider supporting my Patreon

[ladykailitha]

You're a Dream to Me Part 5

Hey, guys! Welcome back! I just finished this story yesterday and I'm a super excited for you all to see where it goes!

In this we have the reveal and how each of them deal with the news. Also Dustin's reaction is a bit backward, but in all fairness he wasn't full awake yet.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

~

Steve was somewhere he hadn’t been in these dreams before. He was standing in the wings of a major stadium watching his soulmate play.

His long curly hair flew about his hair as he headbanged to the song the band was playing. His fingers that held those rings danced along the frets. He was long and lean, his legs clad in tight leather pants, bullet belt on the slutty waist, feet shoved into combat boots. He wore crop top, sleeves cut out, showing the tattoos that dotted his skin.

Then he looked over at Steve and smiled. And Steve’s heart stopped. He recognized those deep brown eyes and dimples. He had seen them staring up at him from magazines and album covers for years.

Eddie Munson.

Holy shit. He giggled excitedly. He couldn’t believe it. His soulmate was Eddie Munson. Dustin had been right, the little butthead.

Then Eddie swept off stage and picked Steve up by the waist, swinging him around, kissing deeply. It was all Steve could do not laugh out loud at the sheer joy of it.

“Hey-ya, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured. “I missed you.” He kissed Steve again fiercely and Steve let him take over every inch of him. His hands slid down Steve’s body and his eyelids fluttered shut, biting back the moan that tried to claw out of his throat.

“I’ve been waiting for you, rockstar,” he murmured back. “For so long.”

~

Steve woke up with a gasp. He scrambled for his phone and the clock read 6:57am, three minutes before his alarm was supposed to go off. He flopped back on the pillows with a huff of annoyance. He wanted to go back to sleep to get back to his dream, but there was no chance of that.

But he had to go to work like a schmuck instead of being a literal fucking rockstar. Holy shit. He couldn’t believe it. Eddie Munson really was his soulmate. Wasn’t that a kick in the head? Like of the billions of people on the planet he would get the lead singer and guitarist of the biggest metal band in the world.

But also someone from his high school.

Suddenly the reason for his soulmate not being ready made sense. If he had been concentrating on his music until now, he probably hadn’t felt like he needed a soulmate. Not when he was on top of the world.

Steve still wondered what changed, but decided to take Robin’s advice and leave it alone. It would do no good to pick at that. Not unless Eddie wanted to tell him.

His alarm went off and he got up. He did his morning routine on autopilot as he looked up other tour dates. Yes, he was seeing the band at the Hideout, but he wanted to see if there were other, sooner days he could meet Eddie.

He called Robin when it was safe to do so, having learned his lesson from his first clear soulmate dream.

“Holy shit!” she cried when he told her. “That’s freaking epic. No ordinary soulmate for Steve Harrington. A mega rockstar worth millions. Only the best for my bestest friend and platonic soulmate.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks, Bobbie. I appreciate that. So I was wondering if you wanted to see them in concert before they came to Hawkins?”

“As in a vain attempt to get him to notice you and make eye contact?” she said with a note of amusement in her voice.

He chewed on his thumbnail and then blurted out. “Well it’s not like I can call up his management or agent and say ‘hey I’m his soulmate, and not just some rando creep’. Anyone with a half a brain is going to laugh me off the phone.”

“Oof,” Robin said with a grimace. “Yeah. I bet they get hundreds of calls a day of people claiming that shit. I’m sorry, Steve. Yes, I will absolutely help you stalk your soulmate in Indy.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Thanks. You’re the best.”

“I know,” she murmured back. “I’ll see you later and then we can plan a dramatic storming of the stage, okay?”

Steve agreed and then said goodbye, hanging up the phone. His next person he needed to tell was just down the hall.

Claudia had been upset that Dustin had decided to stay and see the concert. Even with Steve telling her it was the chance of a lifetime and that missing school for one week wouldn’t destroy his chances at a good career, it was decided it would be better for all if Dustin stayed with Steve during that week. Dustin still went home for dinner, but it was clear Claudia had thought the decision foolish.

Steve knocked on the door to the second bedroom. Back when Steve first got the place it was Robin’s room, but after she moved out with her soulmate it got turned in a guest room.

Dustin made some grunting noises that Steve took as permission to come in. He hopped on the bed, making Dustin bounce.

“Dude,” Dustin said rubbing his eyes. “What do you call this time?” He sat up to see Steve grinning at him.

“I know who my soulmate is,” Steve said sing-song, bouncing the bed again. “And you’re never going to believe who it is.”

“I refuse to be woken up for anyone less then Eddie Munson,” Dustin said, turning over to roll back to sleep.

Steve bounced on the bed again, his grin stretched out over his features taking up his entire face. “Wakey, wakey, Dusty!”

Dustin lay on his pillow for a moment until his still sleeping brain caught up to what Steve was insinuating. He shot up and Steve threw himself back to avoid getting smacked in the face. But he smirked when Dustin finally looked at him.

“There is no way!” he cried. “The odds would be astronomical that you would get a famous person. I know because I fucking checked!”

“Wow,” Steve said in genuine surprise. “Dustin Henderson talking about the odds instead of crowing that he was right. This is a momentous occasion indeed.”

Dustin folded his arms and pouted. “I hate that Robin got you that word a day calendar. You’ve gotten super verbose.”

Steve cackled. “I think it’s fantastic. But now I can ask him where he gets his rings so you can get replicas made...”

Dustin lit up. “Oh my God! All the things that I could ask him about his music and how he writes and if he still does D&D! This is totally wicked!”

Steve just grinned at him. “I’m so excited that he’s finally ready to meet me. Robin and I are going to try and get tickets to the Indy show, too. See if I can’t like try and make eye contact via the signing line.”

“Yeah,” Dustin said with a nod. “I am totally on board with that. Like I don’t have the money to go see them with you, but like imagine being backstage at The Hideout because you’re soulmates with the frontman of the band.”

Steve looked at his watch. “I’ve to open the shop in an hour, so I’ve got to get going.” He ruffled Dustin’s hair. “But I just wanted to tell you before I went to work.”

“You called Robin first, didn’t you?” Dustin asked dryly. “Like I’m currently staying at your place and she was still the first to know.”

“She is my best friend, Dustin,” he said gently, getting to his feet. “And when anything happens she’s my first call. I had just woken up and called her as soon as I could. You don’t usually stay here while you’re in town. This is a very special circumstances.”

Dustin rolled his eyes and huffed, “Yeah, yeah. Can I go back to sleep now?”

“Sure, bud.”

Steve got his breakfast on the go and practically skipped down the stairs to his car. He paused at the bottom step and looked up at his old apartment. Maybe it was time to move out and get a place that was all his own.

He had been living in the past for so long, he had almost forgotten how to live. Now that he knew who his soulmate was, it was like the universe had given him permission to move on and he felt lighter than he had in years.

He skipped to his car and whistled happily to the music in the car all the way to work. He put on the latest Corroded Coffin album for the speakers at work and got down to opening the store.

He even got to have a nice chuckle at some Karen opening the door to the bookstore and immediately closing it again when she heard the music. She never did come back, much Steve’s unbridled glee.

By the time Robin got into work, Steve was halfway through putting up a display of Corroded Coffin merchandise on the main table.

“Sap!” Robin said, skidding to a stop. “You are going to be absolutely disgusting with your soulmate, I can already tell. Like Gomez and Mortica levels of unhinged devotion.”

Steve looked up at her, his whole countenance positively beaming. “Do you really think so? Gosh. If we were even a tenth that level, I think I would be pretty happy.”

The teasing grin fell off Robin’s face and was replaced by a fond smile. She knew that Steve had been waiting a long time for his soulmate and had about given up hope that they would meet while they still had time to build a relationship. But now?

He was like a puppy who had been adopted to a loving home for the first time and still couldn’t believe its luck.

“I’m happy for you, dingus.”

~

Eddie woke up feeling annoyed. He had been dreaming about Harrington for years but recently the dreams had gone from steamy and sexy to lovey-dovey and pure unadulterated sap. What the honest fuck was up with that? He was supposed to be getting soulmate dreams not whatever the hell this was with Harrington.

He swung his legs off the bed and sat up. He scrubbed his face and stood up. He got halfway to the bathroom when he came to a sudden stop.

He looked back at the bed for a moment.

One of the most common aspects of soulmate dreams was the clarity in which you could remember them. Like with other dreams, you might remember them or maybe bits and pieces, but often once you woke up they vanished like fog before the morning sun.

But lately he had could recall each dream with startling accuracy. Like he could remember the way Steve nuzzled into his neck, the constellations they looked at, and most importantly, the song he was playing in his last dream.

But there was no way right?

Steve Harrington must be on his way to the six kids and the white picket fence by now, right? There is no way that ladies’ man, sex on legs wouldn’t have gotten his soulmate by now. That the universe would be that fucking cruel not to give the guy the best soulmate the world had to offer as soon as possible, instead of some asshole who was prejudiced against anyone who didn’t match his own aesthetics.

Yeah, yeah. He was over that now. But how long had Steve had to wait for him if he was right? Was it weeks or months? Because if it was years...

He stomach seemed to hollow out and he felt a swooshing feeling from his head to his toes.

Steve Harrington was his soulmate?

There could be no other answer.

He dropped to a crouch and put his head between his legs as he fought regain equilibrium. Once he felt like he could stand, he got up and grabbed his phone.

“Hey, Chris,” he muttered, biting his thumb nail. “You’re never gonna believe this.”

~

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[fear-is-truth]

i can imagine singer reader. her origin story is dating rodrick in hs, and for a few of their gigs, they let her sing on stage which led to them gaining much more traction (obvi a girl with a gorg voice!!!).

loded diper never made it past highschool, and honestly they never intended it to. but, now !reader has a band. and i can just see it all so clearly, and i fear i am not making this ask clear at all but i can't think of how to word it.

INTRODUCING… SINGER!READER

faded loded diper shirt, sleeves torn off. flannel shirts (stolen from her boyfriend), chunky rings, silver. nails painted blacked or chipped, depending on the day. torn fishnets, combat boots and converse. black eyeliner, done by rodrick (she insists he does a better job than her). monster energy in hand. hole, bikini kill, joan jett—riot grrrl anthems. keychains hanging from her bag.

it all started in his parents’ basement. sticky floors, tangled cords, and amps turned up way too loud. rodrick let her sing one night as a joke, but the second her voice hit the mic, everyone stopped laughing. even him.

they started letting her on stage for a few gigs. she was known as “the girl” in the band. the reason loded diper started pulling bigger crowds. the guys teased her about it, but they all knew the truth—people weren’t coming for the music. they came for her.

they stayed together, even after loded diper fell apart. high school ended, rodrick got into college and even managed to get a part-time job—something she never thought he’d actually do. the bandmates drifted off.

but she didn’t stop. couldn’t stop.

she still has the loded diper shirt he gave her, the sharpie had faded, but she never got rid of it. keeps it folded in a drawer with her other relics from high school—the setlists scribbled on notebook paper, a few grainy photos, the drumstick he broke during one of their best shows.

now, she has a band of her own. inspired by hole, bikini kill, avril lavigne and joan jett. monster energy cans scattered across their shared apartment. a lipstick-stained coffee mug on the amp. her guitar case is covered in stickers, but her favourite says, “don’t be a groupie, be a rockstar”

she’s the one chasing her dream now, playing shows in sweaty little venues while he works and drums in his free time. her boyfriend shows up to every gig, leaning against the back wall with his arms crossed, pretending he isn’t as proud as he is. sometimes, rodrick still misses being on stage with her. watching her take over the crowd while he kept the beat behind her. but he knows this is her moment, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

 fear-is-truth — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[thelikesofus]

Buddie Fic Recs

This is my 5th Buddie Rec List! I started compiling this list last April and omg looking back through them now I desperately need to reread them all. Highly recommend all of these fics, also please show the authors some love in their comments xx Happy Easter lovelies <3 REMINDER TO CHECK THE TAGS AND TRIGGER WARNINGS

where our eyes are never closing by @rewritetheending | T | 6k

After the lightning strike, Buck asks Eddie to take candid photos of him to help prove to Buck that he still exists. Absolute PEAK Softness. Buck through Eddie's eyes! I was a mushy puddle by the end. 10/10 would recommend. 

i got all my sisters with me by @useramor | T | 6k

Established relationship Buddie. Eddie’s sister has a baby and they travel down to Texas to meet the baby. DIAZ SIBLINGS UNITE! Seriously though the sibling dynamic in this is off the charts and Buck and Eddie are sickeningly in love, it is quite beautiful.

meet me where the tide comes in by @iinryer | G | 4k

A 3+1 fic about Eddie getting kissed on the head. FOREHEAD KISSES PTSD MORE HEAD KISSES AND BOYS IN LOVE!! Need I say anything more??

The one where Buck gets turned into a dog by @911onabc | G | 9k

Law Suit era BUT WAIT WAIT….DOG BUCK!! I am a sucker for fic where one of them gets turned into an animal. They are much more free with their affection when they think it's just a dog, or just a cat, and the bond between Eddie and "Boy" is so so wonderful. And I do love a happy ending xx

can't do this anymore (do it anyway) by @chronicowboy | T | 2k

Short and sweet but GOD this packs a punch. Eddie starts dating after the lightning strike and Buck is feeling Big Bad about it. He is so sad it truly breaks my heart but all works itself out in the end and Eddie proves Buck’s fears wrong.

We Found Each Other (Over There)  by @thekristen999 | T | 46k

Buddie WWII AU. A combat medic and a G.I. meet during one of the world’s greatest battles. This fic is a legitimate masterpiece. I cannot describe to you the quality of this fic because it is beyond words but I will tell you I stayed up until 3:30 am to finish it in one sitting and was left broken but made so so whole again. 

the mortifying ordeal of being known by @the-amber-raven | G | 60k

AU where Bobby is Buck’s adoptive Dad and Eddie is dating Buck but Eddie and Bobby think they are talking about two different people. Buck is training at the fire academy but hiding it from Bobby. This fic is the most beautiful tangle of miscommunication, love and family. 

like all good things are by @try-set-me-on-fire | T | 7k

Perfect, amazing, soul-destroying, magical, healing Fic. This literally covers all the bases. Chim and Bobby both get injured. OH! and Buck and Eddie were secretly dating all along. READ THIS FIC PEEPS!

find a way to you (if it kills me) by @eddiediazes  | M | 19k

The one where Eddie decides to start dating again, Buck figures out his own feelings just a minute too late, and then he spends a week going through the five stages of grief. BUCK PINING LV.10000000!

and i’d choose you (in a hundred lifetimes) by @monsterrae1 | E | 16k

Amnesia Exes fic by the wonderful Rae. Buck and Eddie fall in love via a penpal program and then Buck vanishes. This fic is set four years later. I literally could not put it down. I was reading it in class and then sat in my car for who knows how long just to finish it because I could not continue my day without knowing how it ended.

he never thinks of me (except when i'm on TV) by @loserdiaz | M | 18k 

APRIL'S FAMOUS!BUCK AND ARMY!EDDIE FIC!! In which Eddie finds out years later that his unrequited feelings for his high school best friend were not actually unrequited, Buck is stupidly famous now and they pine. OH THEY PINNNEEEEE! It’s delicious. 

every time we stop talking (the universe starts screaming) by @chronicowboy | M | 21k 

Alternative S7, Buddie Divorce Era Pt.2. Buck does something reckless and Eddie gets angry about it but these boys cannot communicate effectively to save their lives! This fic is peak angst to a happy ending and I felt like I had a hole in my chest OMG.

left your mark on this heart by @chronicowboy | G | 5k

Buck gets medically diagnosed with butterflies and the doctor makes him write in a notebook every time it happens. Surprise, surprise, the cause and effect is Eddie-related. The notebook entries kill me in the best way, the happiest happy ending

ALSO, YES THIS IS THE THIRD FIC BY THE SAME AUTHOR ON THIS LIST WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?? READ IT IS WHAT! COS THEY'RE SO DAMN GOOD. 

endless numbered days by @cal-daisies-and-briars | G | 13k 

Buck and Eddie's wedding but from Bobby's POV as Bobby reflects on the family he lost and the one he gained. Absolutely beautiful, I cried.

don’t wanna let you love somebody else but me by @shitouttabuck | T | 14k

Chris wants dating advice so obviously Buck and Eddie decide to Fake Date for research purposes. This fic is PEAK adorable, sappy, and awkward Buddie. They’re idiots but we love them and the certainly love each other. READ THIS FIC! 

[goodboyaudios]

Now that BvZ6 is FINALLY out…I am pleased to announce the halfway mark for Gen 3!

We have 3 eps left for Pandora and Birds of Valhalla and 6 eps left for Bastards vs Zombies! With all that out there, I'm sure a few of you are wondering what Gen 4 is looking like!

Originally, the plan was for Gen 4 to have 3 series, like this gen. Each one with a recognizable face from prior gens, barring Gen 1.

However, this has proved to be a source adding to my burnout in previous instances, being constantly stuck in 3 or 4 voices constantly. So, I've changed things up a bit! Instead for Gen 4, I'll be doing 6 series! First will be a new series with brand new characters, then I'll go back to a classic after that one is done and I'll continue that pattern until completion!

On paper, it sounds like I'm giving myself more work, and I might be, but remember that I'm not giving myself any time limit on this. Each series is ultimately its own thing and I'll be working on them all at my own pace.

Here's the order of things and series descriptions. (Some of these are working titles)

Gladiator Azul - 8 combatants, (me and 7 other VAs) will compete in a 1v1 tournament to the death in order to be granted a wish. The location is the planet Palta, which is a location a few of my lore nerds will pick up on~ The best part about this story, is that it's a complete mystery, even to me, who's going to win! It's completely decided by chance, but a chance influenced by the viewers through cryptic clues~

Magic of the Heart 2: Curse of Khan (This was Blind Snake. I didn't like the name) - You are a Lamia, the remnants of the Snake Titan's soul. You've been brought into this world by your beloved lord, Nosferatu. One day, he tasks you to become a double agent by staging an escape for you and a captured wizard that you might be quite familiar with. When you and Zed "escape" from Nosferatu, you must make a decision, betray Nosferatu, or betray Zed…

Dragonslayers - You are the squire to the most esteemed Knight under the Paladin King. The Knight Grand Champion, Sirius Gearfried. You've gone on adventures together for 5 years now and you're about to go on your biggest one yet! The Paladin King has tasked his most trusted knight with gathering up the strongest warriors from across the realm for a dangerous mission into the unknown reaches of Dragonspace!

Loki and the War of Sinn - More will be talked about this at a later date, but before you ask, yes it's gonna have Odin and Tyr. And yes, you will be Loki.

Alchemical Strawberry Cheesecake - We now go BACK to Manas for a bit of magical melodrama! You are entered into a cooking competition at Saurethol Academy! You're partnered up with a boy named Vemmy, who thought this extra-curricular would be an easy A. Now, he's in a high-stakes contest, travelling to different schools all over the world and is VERY in over his head…

Bastards vs Monsters - A couple of years have gone by. The threats have gotten more dangerous, but so have you.

[teyvat-academy-au]

Teyvat Academy AU || Lore Part 1 || REACTION

It's unfair that I have a Russian-speaking group, but no English-speaking group dedicated to my AU. I've been thinking for a long time about where to get it, so let's try it here) And, of course, first of all, the main details of the Teyvat Academy AU, which I post under each video (at the moment) with minor additions + link to the main playlist:

Teyvat has been cut off from the rest of the Earth for a long time, there was almost no information about it, except that there are many causeless people there and they believe in some of their gods. //this implies an island with an Academy more than the world of Teyvat, almost no one has even heard of it.

Teyvat Academy is a significant island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, surrounded by a storm wall that protects both from natural conditions and from espionage. On the island itself there is an official Academy building and various training grounds, seven dormitories (by region) and several small towns that help maintain the island's infrastructure, various scientists study the Earth, and spies monitor the outside world.

TA conducts not only hero courses starting from high school (after 9th grade, that is, from the age of 15-16), but also additionally provides an opportunity to get an education in many civilian professions. Every owner of the Visions is required to take a course on controlling their elementary abilities.

TA teaches students how to handle weapons, hand-to-hand combat, element theory, how to introduce themselves in different situations, and the like. Already in the first year, novice heroes are sent to practice at the Adventure Guild in Teyvat. //archers are required to be trained in the use of firearms, for others it's optional

After graduation, students can be Heroes in Teyvat, or go out into the outside world (in this case, they will be provided with support from other well-known Teyvat Agencies)

The Teyvat school became official about 100 years before the canon, and began to make semi-official contact with attempts to establish relations 40 years before the beginning of the MHA canon (at the dawn of the Allmight?)

The opinion of the world about the Teyvat Academy and the owners of the Visions is extremely negative. Causeless people are considered underdeveloped, since people with quirks are the "next stage of human evolution", stronger, fitter. People with the Visions are cheaters, and the Academy sends these poor, brainwashed people to their deaths. In fact, Teyvat in the eyes of the public is an organized cult that brainwashes unreasonable people. //in fact, this is the most popular trope in such AU and everyone just comes up with how to explain its origins.

From time to time, she conducts heroic operations in the outside world, if the threat has been recognized and evaluated by one of the agents. //I have a couple of stories and probably there will be more in the future, you just have to wait)

[rowinablx]

Why Sam x Joaquin makes me uncomfortable as fuck

In the MCU timeline, Sam Wilson, born around 1978 (based on Anthony Mackie’s age and Captain America: The Winter Soldier’s 2014 setting), is roughly 49 years old by Captain America: Brave New World. Joaquin Torres, introduced as a First Lieutenant in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, is likely born between 1998 and 2000, given military career timelines—making him 27 to 29 in 2026. That’s a gap of about 20 years, give or take. While age differences in relationships aren’t inherently problematic, this specific span, paired with their canonical dynamic, can trigger unease for a few reasons.

First, there’s the power imbalance tied to age and experience. Sam’s a seasoned veteran—ex-Air Force, ex-Avenger, now Captain America—with decades of life, combat, and leadership under his belt. Torres, by contrast, is a younger soldier, still early in his career, who explicitly looks up to Sam as a mentor and hero. In Brave New World, their “big brother/little brother” vibe reinforces this, with Torres idolizing Sam from a younger age. Romanticizing that feels off because it risks turning a mentorship—built on guidance and trust—into something exploitative or unequal. A 49-year-old dating a 27-year-old, especially in this context, can evoke a sense of Sam taking advantage of Torres’ admiration, even if unintended.

Second, the age gap amplifies a generational disconnect that clashes with their dynamic. Sam’s lived through the Blip, the Avengers era, and decades of personal growth; Torres was a teenager during much of Sam’s heroic tenure, possibly still in high school and about to enlist when Sam was fighting Thanos. Shipping them ignores how their life stages—middle age versus late 20s—shape their perspectives and priorities. Sam’s settling into a legacy role, while Torres is just stepping into his own as Falcon. A romance here feels forced, like it’s papering over their natural roles as teacher and student with an awkward, mismatched attraction.

Finally, it’s uncomfortable because it contradicts canon intent. The MCU frames Sam and Torres as a platonic, almost familial bond—Torres is the eager protégé, Sam the steady role model. The “looked up to him when he was younger” line from Brave New World suggests Torres saw Sam as an aspirational figure, not a romantic one, from childhood or adolescence. A twenty-year gap in that context makes a ship feel less like a peer relationship and more like an uneasy projection, especially if fans imagine it starting when Torres was much younger (even post-2024, the history lingers).

It’s not just the years; it’s what they represent: Sam as a weathered authority figure, Torres as a still-emerging adult. That’s a valid reason to feel uneasy—canon doesn’t support it, and the optics don’t sit right.

[sinnabarmoth]

Chasing Your Shooting Star (1/19)

(A/N: I have been dying to write this fic for forever! And I finally got to a point where I feel comfortable enough in the new semester to start writing long fic again so here we go! Xavier University AU because I need this rn.)

Pairing: Uni Student|Xavier x Uni Student|Reader (fem)

Summary: Reader is starting her senior year at the prestigious Philos University. She's determined to keep her rank at the top of her class but a hiccup in her plans comes in the form of a handsome transfer student named Xavier.

Content warnings: Adult language.

Length: 3600

Chapters: (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13)

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Nothing in life came easy and it certainly did not come for free. You had been taught that nothing worth having came without some struggle. To be accomplished you had to earn it through hard work and a little sacrifice. Another necessity was letting go of distractions. If you did not need it, you could live without it.

Such a life is what led you here, Philos University of Cosmic Excellence. The single best university in all of Philos. Just to be accepted was a high honor and if you managed to survive getting a degree it all but guaranteed a spot anywhere you wanted to pursue a career. It was also the leading university in combat training, producing some of the best military agents in the world. The goal of the university was to create people that were forces of good in the world, as either a warrior or an academic.

It was a bright late summer day and you were starting your senior year at the university. Two more semesters and you’d be a graduate and the rest of your life would begin. It was exciting and daunting. So close to the end yet still so far left to go.

Your place at the university had been assured thanks to your outstanding academics. Ever since you were a child you had placed at the very top of your schools’ leader boards, both in combat and academics. You were a smart girl and you worked hard but you also knew to give credit where credit was due. The person who had pushed you to be the very best that you could be was your mother. She had instilled a great sense of personal pride and drive for success in you from an early age. Without her you don’t know where you’d be.

A testament to just how successful you could be was your maternal line. Your mother had become the dean of the prestigious university you now were set to graduate from. Even your great grandmother had been the founder of the most successful deepspace aircraft assembly company in the world and passed it down to your grandmother. Your mother would have inherited it if not for her becoming the dean instead.

Now there was you.

You strode across the campus, following the crowd of students for the welcoming ceremony. It was mandatory for everyone whether you were a new student or not.

You went to take a seat. You had to sit somewhere closer to the front or else your mother would get upset that she couldn’t see you during her welcome speech. Something about unity or something like that. You didn’t entirely see how it mattered since you were one person in a sea of people and it wasn’t like you had a special seat or anything.

But anyway, you found a seat and sat through the long welcoming speech from your mother and some other staff that laid out expectations, rules, well wishes and the like. About halfway through the speeches though you noticed that the blonde guy in front of you was starting to doze off.

Then a small snore came out of him and you realized that he had fully fallen asleep. You knew your mother wasn’t the most dynamic speaker but a little more respect! Also, if she saw someone this close to the stage falling asleep she was going to be pissed. You glanced at the stage making sure your mother wasn’t looking your way and kicked the back of his chair.

He jolted awake and stretched his head back to look at you. Your breath caught up in your chest for a second as you looked at him. He was rather handsome. He had a cute face at least. His large pale blue eyes widened slightly as he took you in. “Did I fall asleep?” he asked, his voice just as hazy as his demeanor.

You shook off the initial surprise and cocked your head at him. “Is that even a question?”

“Right…sorry.” he continued to stare at you.

Your face started to heat with the attention and you kicked his chair again. “Watch the dean!” you hissed at him.

“Oh right,” he said, as if broken from some spell and turned around. He sat straight and kept his attention forward for the rest of the welcoming ceremony.

You didn’t think more of the interaction and when everyone was dismissed you got up and made for the stage to greet your mother and give your usual praise for a good start of semester speech. “Thank you, my dear.” your mother said, smiling affectionately. “I thought I spotted some altercation between you and one of the other students during the speech though.”

She had seen that? You had been so sure she wasn’t looking. Then again the woman acted like she had eyes in the back of her head when it came to you.

“Oh it was nothing, the guy in front of me had misheard something you said and asked me for clarification.” the lie fell clunkily from your mouth. You weren’t used to lying to your mother and you prayed that your reputation would aid you. You didn’t want to admit the real reason that guy had been talking to you. He didn’t deserve the ire of your mother for something as small as nodding off during an admittedly very boring and repetitive speech.

“He asked the right person then, didn’t he? I don’t think there’s a person alive that knows my speech better than you.” she said and you let the tension in your shoulders ease.

“Yes. Shall we go to the welcome brunch?” you said and looped your arm with your mother’s to go to the awaiting meal in the main mess hall.

The day passed without any more incident and you were able to return to your room. While you prided yourself on having gotten into Philos University on your own academic merits there was one little perk you had gotten as the dean’s daughter. That was you had the privilege of a private dorm and adjoining bath. There was one building on campus that had a small number of this types of dorms and it was a lottery to see who got to have one for that semester. Being the dean’s daughter though your mother had been able to reserve you one for the extent of your academic career. At first you had fought it because you didn’t want special treatment but she had insisted and after the first semester you were glad to have the privacy.

The next day was the official start of classes. You got dressed and went to your first class. You got to the lecture hall and took a seat near the back. For as studious as you were you didn’t focus well in the front. You didn’t like the feeling of everyone behind you being able to look at you. You couldn’t say why but it just unnerved you in some way and so you tended to drift towards the back where seeing you was harder.

You sat down as other students filed in. You knew pretty much everyone by now. By the time you were a senior you had been able to single out who was in your degree program because they showed up in all the same classes. So it was no surprise to you when every single one of them kept at least a one seat buffer from you.

You tried not to think about it. Even if you did know why they avoided you. You weren’t exactly the most social person and over the years your preference for solitude had come across to the other students as being purposefully standoffish. It also didn’t help that your constant status as the top of your class on the ranking boards made people mad. No one had been able to tear you down from the pedestal you had built and it pissed them off that to them the real number one spot was actually still number two.

It was fine though. You didn’t need them. They’d just be a distraction. Besides, you could have as many friends as you wanted after you graduated. It was just important that you focus on your studies now. It was--

“Good morning. Is this seat taken?”

You looked up, startled that someone was addressing you and saw the guy from the welcome ceremony standing next to you point at the desk to your immediate left.

“Oh uh, no. It’s all yours.” you said.

“Thanks.” he sat down.

Why was he sitting back here? There were plenty of seats still available everywhere else. Then again, you didn’t recognize him. This was a core class for your program so if he was in your program you hadn’t seen him before. Could he have been a new student? This was an intense class so it was only recommended to be taken by student in their senior year since they’d have had time to understand the material from the years before. So either he was a transfer student, he was a regular student with a huge makeover that made him unrecognizable, or he was someone who was woefully unprepared for what was about to happen in this class. You knew this teacher, this teacher was your advisor and she pulled zero punches when it came to her classes and if this guy didn’t have any kind of foundation to stand on he was going to drown immediately.

The class began and you couldn’t help stealing glances at him. He didn’t seem to be struggling with the work, took notes diligently, paid attention and didn’t look like he was going to fall asleep again. There was one time you glanced over at him and caught him looking at you. He gave you a small smile and went back to his notes.

After class ended you gathered up your things and turned to see the guy was waiting for you, or at least it looked like he was waiting for you.

“Can I help you?” you asked.

“I just wanted to introduce myself since I forgot to before class started.” he said, holding out a hand. “I’m Xavier.”

You shook his hand and introduced yourself, you weren’t rude after all. “I uh…” you looked around the mostly empty lecture hall and shrugged, “I only have fifteen minutes to get to my next class and it is clear on the other side of campus so I gotta go but, yeah. Nice to meet you. I guess I’ll be seeing you around.”

“Nice to meet you too.” he hefted his bag on his shoulder and left.

Okay…you really didn’t know what to make of this guy.

You went to your next class and afterwards you had a short break so you went to the library to get some work done before you had your final class of the day. Now, while your degree was for academics you had still elected into taking the university’s combat training class as well. It was important to be able to defend yourself and if for some reason you ever got drafted into the forces you’d need to be able to fight. It was also something your mother had been insistent on you doing anyway so there was no getting around it. Just another subject that you had to strive to be the best in.

You changed into the combat training uniform in the locker room with the other women and stepped out to start stretching and warming yourself up. Some of the other students helped each other stretch or were warming up together and talking happily with one another. Something burned in your chest but you shoved it down and continued with your normal routine.

“Hey, it’s you again.” That Xavier guy walked up to you in the same combat uniform.

“And it is you.” you said, pausing to address him. “I didn’t realize you were taking combat training as well.”

“Oh well, it is--”

Before he could finish the instructor came out blowing their whistle to gather everyone’s attention. Everyone immediately fell into a single file line as the instructor started outlining the goals and intentions of this training. Your class were all senior level so there would be no handicap modifiers, which meant a much more intense and physically demanding workload than in previous years. You couldn’t help glancing down the line at Xavier again. You were sure you did not know this guy. Anyone in senior level combat training would have to have been in previous classes but you did not recognize him. You know you would have recognized a face that handsome.

Ugh! No! Focus! You shook the distraction from your mind and focused on the teacher again.

“To start today, I want a basic assessment of your skills. To do this we are going to be pairing off in duels. We will do this every week for the entire semester. Pairings will be based off of class rank. Since the scores for this year have yet to be determined we will be going with ranks based off of where you landed last semester. We will be going from lowest to highest. Everyone, when it is not your time to be dueling you will be watching the students that are fighting and assessing their movements and techniques. Is that understood?”

The class echoed back a militaristic yes and the instructor called up the first pair to start dueling. You sat down and prepared yourself to wait for a while. When last semester ended you had been the top of the class so your duel was going to be saved for last.

You sat and watched the other students do their duels, mentally critiquing their form and giving verbal critiques when the instructor asked the class where the loser of the duel went wrong. Your assessments gained no shortage of glares from the losers. Whatever. You were used to it. Besides, if they didn’t want to get critiqued for their poor performance they shouldn’t be in a combat class.

As more and more students were called up you couldn’t help looking over at Xavier again and again. When was he going to get called up? You were getting into the high rankings and he had yet to be called for a duel. Maybe since he was a new student he was just watching for today. But that didn’t make sense.

Finally your name was called and you walked to the center of the room, picking up one of the practice swords as you did. Then the instructor called the name of your opponent. “Xavier Shen.”

Your eyes went wide as Xavier stood up and collected the other practice sword. Xavier? The new kid that you hadn’t seen before? He was the one facing you in training? Something about this felt wrong. Why pair the new kid with you? Was he actually that good of a fighter? He had to be if he was standing up here with you.

Well, no matter how good of a fighter he was you knew where your skills were. Even the second best fighter in your combat training could barely keep up with you so what chance did this transfer student or whatever he was have against you? You readied into a fighting stance, determined to end this quickly.

Xavier didn’t at all seem perturbed by the events about to transpire but there was something in his demeanor that changed as he readied into his own stance. His gaze was sharper and he looked far more sure of himself. It was such a far cry from the guy you caught sleeping during the welcoming ceremony or the gentle smile he had given you during your morning class when you caught him staring at you.

The instructor blew their whistle to start the match and you lunged, letting instinct take over as you sparred with Xavier. You hadn’t expected much of a fight and that was probably your fault for what happened next. Xavier while fighting was a different person entirely. He was quick and strong and precise and if it wasn’t for the fact that you realized what you were suddenly up against he would have put you on your ass in mere seconds. You corrected, focusing more intently and fighting back harder.

On and on you went, dodging hits and trading blows that were just barely parried. You were starting to get frustrated by how difficult this was getting and in that moment of irritation was your downfall. Literally. Xavier had managed to knock the practice sword out of your hands and the sudden loss of it sent you off balance and you fell hard on your ass.

You…you lost.

“Winner, Shen!” the instructor announced and the other students started applauding like mad. They never cheered like this when you won a match.

You were still on the ground stunned that you had lost. What the fuck had happened? When did you leave yourself open to attack? It must have been a fluke. You had been too cavalier in the beginning and it gave him an advantage. Yes. That had to be it.

“Oh, here, let me.” Xavier held out a hand for you. A part of you wanted to be petty and ignore it but you decided that was unsportsmanlike and accepted the hand. He hauled you to your feet with ease. He was also deceptively strong underneath the loose fitting combat uniform.

“That was an…impressive first match.” you said. “I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t that.”

“Oh thanks. You were great too, you are an formidable combatant.” he said.

“Thanks.” you picked up your discarded practice sword. “So, I know I haven’t seen you around before. Are you a transfer student?”

“Yes, I am.” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “I thought it a tad ridiculous to transfer when I was so close to graduating but when you have the chance to go to Philos University you take it.”

“I see. So where did you transfer from? Wait, let me guess.” you pondered for a second about what other university could have produced such an excellent fighter. “Genity Military Academy?”

“No.”

Hmm. “Nesonia University of Wonders?”

“Nope.” he shook his head.

“Huh, where are you from then?” Genity and Nesonia were the two best universities for combatants and if he wasn’t from either of them you had no idea where he could have come from.

“I transferred from Danora University.”

“I’m not familiar with that one.”

“It’s a local university near my hometown in the Danora mountain range. It’s actually on the entire other side of the continent.” Xavier answered, looking a little sheepish.

A local university? The mountain range?

No.

No. That couldn’t be real. There was no way a kid from the fucking middle of nowhere like the mountains, who went to a no-name university had beaten you! There was no fucking way! Oh gods above your mother was going to kill you.

“I see.” you nodded, swallowing down the indignation that crawled like a sickness up your throat. “Well, glad to see you are making your hometown proud.” you forced out.

You heard some of the other student behind you snickering and heat began to fill your face. “I’m going to go get changed now. Excuse me.” you turned to leave.

As you returned to the locker room to rinse off and get changed you heard the other girls talking.

“I don’t know who this new kid is but thank the gods that he is here to knock the little queen bee off her pedestal.” one of them said. “Did you see her face when he knocked her on her ass? Oh, I wish I could have been recording that.”

“Now maybe she’ll stop being so high and mighty.” another said. “Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Oh please, you saw the way she stormed off after he beat her. She was trying to keep a straight face but you could tell she was pissed. I thought for a second she was going to start throwing a tantrum.” the girls laughed.

You took in a deep breath. It was nothing. Just words. They’re just mad that they aren’t at your level. That’s it. It’s just jealousy.

“Come on guys, she’s not that bad.” another girl spoke up in your defense.

“You’re right. She’s worse.” the girls went back to laughing and gabbing and you stayed hidden back in the showers, not wanting to go out and face them all. They had to know you were in here. They were just saying all this to fuck with you.

“I’m more interested in the guy she was fighting, his name was Xavier, right?” one of the girls said. “He’s pretty cute and he can fight well. It makes me wonder if he has that much stamina for other things.”

“Irene!” the girls balked. “You’re terrible.”

“Terribly single and he’s a transfer student so I doubt he has a girlfriend. Besides, don’t tell me none of you weren’t thinking the same thing.”

They continued to laugh and talk before the finally cleared out of the locker room. You stepped out of your hiding place and got changed.

It was fine. All of this was just a novelty. It was the first day of the semester. You had plenty of time to turn things around. Besides, it was one duel. A fluke. Your mom wasn’t bound to notice this one little hiccup and life could move forward. You’d keep your place as the top of your class and everything would be fine.

You would be fine.

[rakstagecombat]

Banting Memorial HS (SCDSB)

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[sleepisoverrated]

My headcanons about Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson is smart.

Like I hate it when they make him a dumb bimbo, he's hot yes he knows it, but he also has been hacking into the Pentagon for fun since he was ten, survived Spyral and several almost apocalypses. I know it's cannon since no Bat is dumb, but some fics, SOME FICS, make him look like he never went to school.

Dick Grayson knows so many languages.

I assume due to the fact that he grew up in a traveling circus he already knew a lot of languages(even if his english was bad when his parents died), but due to being robin and Bruce Wayne's ward he learned basically all major languages on Earth( and some alien) like Romani, German, French, Russian, English, Italian, Greek, Spanish, Irish, Finish, Japanese, Mandarin, Cantonese, Indian, Latin, backwards speech(Zatara), Tamoranian(i think that's how you spell it), Kryptonian, speedster(when speedsters talk super fast) and so on.

Dick Grayson has at least some immunity against Fear toxin(Ft), Joker venom(Jv).

And most of the other poisons due to constant exposure since he was 9, also when he was younger there were no antidotes for Ft and Jv so he learned how to ride them out without a sound. (You can't tell me it hasn't fucked him up somehow, like a 9 y/o being constantly exposed to these things HAS to have some consequences and while he has his immunity I also think he has extreme anxiety( like all the bats a.k.a. Bat paranoia) and constant panic attacks(next headcanon))

Dick Grayson is a master at controlling his body.

Besides the fact that he probably learned acrobatics before he could walk and was a stage performer(always smiled even if the performance got off the rails) I also think he has taught himself complete control of his body due to far too many close calls. He learned to control each muscle individually for combat under high-stress situations(where he most needs that control). This had a side effect of him being able to control his face muscle/expressions and body language. He became the best actor there will ever be, because he can keep a smile on his face even if he is in excruciating pain, he can look completely calm and relaxed even though he is having a panic attack and the opposite is true as well he can look completely terrified even though he is amused. Because of this you need to know him extremely well to tell if he's in distress(the only people so far are Alfred, Damian and Slade(he's obsessed))

Anyway if you want more of the headcanon's just say, Nightwing is one of my favourite characters I can rant about him much longer.

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One page about the series Cosplay Warrior Cutie Knights (movie 1 and movie 2) from HEROINE magazine Volume 2 (2004). This edition focused on independent heroine tokusatsu production companies such as Eiyu Club, Center Island, and more. The series had several Gamera cameos, as one of the creators of Gamera was involved in the production of these films (Noriaki Yuasa). The series was also produced by the same production company as Gamera (Daiei Film).

English translation below the cut.

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Cosplay Warrior Cutie Knights

Just the elements of tokusatsu, beautiful girls, and cosplay alone make this a must-buy. Here, we introduce two highly acclaimed works, even among researchers of tokusatsu idols.

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Right: Miho Yabe, Left: Sara Shimada. Special Moves: Cutie Flash, Cutie Halation, Cutie Shot

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Yuki Aoyagi (Chiemi Chiba) is captured by Colonel Zuru (Takeyoshi Ikeda) and Sirene (Conchita Matsumoto). She holds the secret of the data on the weather weapon, Touchuu, and is tortured with Colonel Zuru's electric whip.

[Text next to the head of the woman in red, arm outstretched]

Cutie Red/Ai Akakage (Akane Kanazawa) The second Cutie Knight. She usually works as a waitress. But her costume is really sexy.

[Text below the upper-right Red Cutie Knight’s boots)

Sexy! Action!

Suspense! Tokusatsu! Moe!

A spectacular idol entertainment movie that covers it all!

[Text to the right of the image of Sirene and Yuki, far left middle of page, as well as the text directly below]

Conchita Matsumoto’s bondage fashion is also pretty cool.

Cutie Knights 1 

© 1995 Daiei Ultimate 

Mai and Rei are 17-year-old high school girls. At first glance, they seem normal, but when they fight against the powers of evil, they transform! They dress up in sexy combat-enhanced suits, combat bustiers, and become warriors of justice, Cutie Knights. And when they get into a pinch, they evolve into even sexier battle armor... This is a sexy special effects action film starring Miho Yabe, who has become popular for her cute looks and slightly silly character, and Sara Shimada, who is active mainly in movies and stage productions. It is a work that will bring tears to the eyes of fans, filled with extremely revealing and sexy cosplay, such as miniskirts, battle suits, bunny girls, and nurses. The production team includes top creators, including manga master Kaoru Shintani and science fiction novelist Hitoshi Yoshioka. Don't miss the sexy scenes with sexy beauties such as Mimi Rover and Conchita Matsumoto, who support the main cast.

[Below this text, to the left of the small image of the Red and White Cutie Knights from Cutie Knights 1]

Staff:

Director: Hirotaka Murayama Screenplay: Naruhiko Tatsumiya, Takeshi Sakura Music: Kizoku Ikeda Original Idea & Planning: Ultimate Supervision & Cooperation: Noriaki Yuasa, Kaoru Shintani, Taira Yoshioka, Minoru Kawasaki Planning & Production: Arcadia Co., Ltd. Production & Copyright: Daiei Co., Ltd.

Cast:

Miho Yabe, Sara Shimada, Chiemi Chiba, Pink Saturn, Kizoku Ikeda, Conchita Matsumoto, Eriko Kawano, Kaoru Shintani, Ishirō Honda, Great Monster Gamera, Sailor Fighter

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The costumes bring out the cuteness of these girls to the fullest, and just looking at them makes you happy.

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The definitive cosplay heroine drama featuring popular idols!

Daiei produced two superheroine V-cinema films. The first one featured Sara Shimada and Miho Yabe, while the second one featured Akane Kanazawa and Junna Morishita, who were popular at the time, and the fact that Australian voice actors appeared with their faces on screen drew much attention. They also starred with heroes and heroines such as Daiei's monster star Gamera, the heroine of Chukyo TV's "Sailor Fight!", Sailor Fighter, and Pink Saturn's Pairanger, so they have captured the hearts of special effects fans. The last caption of "2" read "Continued in 'Cutie Knights 3'", but it is unclear whether it will continue in the future.

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New Cutie Knight and Cutie Knight Black. Cutie Knight Black lends her power to stop the out-of-control annihilation machine.

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Cutie Knights 2

© 1996 Ultimate Daiei 

With the retirement of the previous Cutie Knights, the Secret Squadron is short on manpower and is scouting new warriors to fight against the evil secret society Teikokuya. Meanwhile, Teikokuya kidnaps beautiful girls one after another from all over the country in order to eliminate the Cutie Knights...

Following on from the previous film, this is a sexy special effects action film starring beautiful idols. Idols active in gravure and TV, such as Akane Kanazawa, Junna Morishita, and Sara Shimada, entertain us with various cosplay costumes. The production team also brings together top-notch creators. This is a must-see for fans, as you can enjoy the efforts of sexy and cute idols.

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White Cutie Knight/Jun Shirogane (Junna Morishita)

In the previous movie, the White Cutie Knight kept her skirt on, but in the second movie, she doesn't wear a skirt when in combat. She wears a bikini.

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Production information

[Staff]

Director: Noriaki Yuasa

Original story: Ultimate

Screenplay: Noriaki Yuasa

Takashi Sakura

Matsu Midorigaoka

Producer: Tetsuya Ikeda

Producer: Masaru Fukuda

Makoto Shinohara

Music: Yoshinobu Genno

Planning and production: Arcadia Co., Ltd.

Copyright: Daiei Co., Ltd.

[Cast]

Akane Kanazawa, Junna Morishita, Sara Shimada, Chika Misaki

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Cosplay Warrior Cutie Knights 2: Teikokuya's Counterattack

BBBE-1802 30 minutes of main content + 29 minutes of bonus footage

4800 yen (excluding tax)

Published by Daiei Co., Ltd.

Distributed by Beam Entertainment

Cosplay Warrior Cutie Knights version 1.3

BBBE-1801 50 minutes of main content + 30 minutes of bonus footage

4800 yen (excluding tax)

Published by Daiei Co., Ltd.

Distributed by Beam Entertainment

Distributor: Daiei Corporation, Beam Entertainment, Happinet Pictures, Komagata CA Building, 2-4-5 Komagata, Taito-ku, Tokyo. For DVD inquiries: Phone: 03-5828-3940 

Email: dvdshopping@happinet.co.jp

[burstfoot]

which Operator in your opinion has the biggest disparity between game performance and lore strength?

Weak in-lore, strong in-game: Goldenglow is a hairdresser who has never once experienced combat, takes elementary-school level arts classes to control her (admittedly uniquely powerful, but uncontrolled and wild) arts, and generally has no desire to be on the battlefield, to the point that multiple of her lines are about her panicking or being baffled you select her for combat. In game, she's a 6-star caster who can directly target any enemy from anywhere on the map with pinpoint precision, and is one of the best casters in the entire game. Strong-in-lore, weak in game: Santalla, who many people thought would be a 6-star before Black Forest came out, with a reputation for a legendarily strong control over snow and ice, and a kill count on trained Ursus soldiers potentially in the dozens - is a 5 star splash caster, who, while she has an admittedly strong S2 if you know how to use it, suffers from all of the drawbacks other splash casters do - long attack interval, unreasonably high DP cost, etc.

Honorable Mentions: Weak-in-lore, strong in-game: Upcoming Zuo Le, who is a very young Yanese soldier and not particularly strong as of Vernal Winds: The strongest Musha in the entire game, powercreeping the hell out of Hellagur, who is a very experienced and trained war-veteran

Ch'en the Holungday: Ch'en is very experienced in combat. However, I don't think her putting on a bikini and getting a pressurized water gun would logically make her an infamously overpowered unit Penance: Just a judge with no combat experience, incredibly tanky and able to solo the Patriot stage all by herself in-game. U-Official: Her self-stun ability sounds silly, but being able to stun enemies for that long at 3dp and 0 deployment cost is actually one of the strongest abilities in the game and has saved me from leaking on multiple IS stages. In lore she is a stupid streamer who's money hungry and can't do fucking anything, but she's probably the strongest 1 star unit.

Strong-in-lore, weak-in-game: Rosmontis is an extremely powerful telekinetic caster who can tear buildings apart with her arts, but in-game, her subclasses mechanics mean she's handicapped by basically any enemy with above-average defense, on top of being entirely incapable of hitting aerial units.

Scavenger & Projekt Red: Both members of Kal'tsits personal special execution squad - neither are particularly bad units, but being a member of S.W.E.E.P. should probably realistically put you above 4 and 5 stars respectively. Dusk: A fragment of Sui, able to create pocket dimensions to trap people for extended periods of time within her art, a ridiculously powerful ability: Suffers from many of the same problems as Santalla being a splash caster, but at least her module and being a 6-star makes her better. Most accurately powerful unit: Logos, who in-game is the King of the Banshees and has legendarily powerful arts, is probably the strongest caster in the entire game on CN right now.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

*steps on stage nervously*

Uhh.. umm. Uhhhhh

Spidey Academy AU!!

Like Xavier's School for Gifted Children, Miguel - a Spider-person fond of kids, opened a Spidey-Science Academy, for the Spidey-people of the universe

It's not like a high school. There's five years and the years are not really sorted by age - but by experience.

So Hobie would be a year 3 - a middleclass-man

Pavitr is a year 1 - a freshman

And the classes, are all based on honing your Spider-powers and senses.

There's assignments, things you have to take home and do.

They're give you a fake evil Doc Ock chip and have you decode it and make it good again (like Peter in No Way Home).

Or they ask you to stop a petty robbery without using your webs. You have to bring in the Daily Bugles article on you the next day and they grade you on that.

(Hey say what you want but Jonah reports the facts he just talks a lot of shit)

Any class a Spider-person needs, they have.

You name it-

Home Ec? No. Sewing and Suit Repair Class

Gym? No. Swinging & Strength Endurance

Science? ALL ADVANCED. Freshmen's take Advanced Spider-biology and have to learn ALL the different Spider-variations and illnesses Spider-people can get. Multiversal Physics.

All of the honor classes are FULL.

There's also other helpful ones like Firefighting Training and Sign Language (both mandatory), hence how Insomniac!Miles is completely fluent in ASL.

Oh - also. Because Miguel is such a tight-ass -

UNIFORMS. Sweater vests over pants or shorts. (No skirts cause they still be upsidedown and shit)

You have to bring your mask everyday. It's like your ID card

y'all ever had that? Like y'all needed an ID to get into school and if you didn't have it they charged you? Like money? My school did that we also had metal detectors like the airport I'm so deadass this was just a normal public school - I'm getting distracted, anyway-

Of COURSE Ms.Jessica Drew is Assistant Principal. OF COURSE she also teaches Advanced Combat and Strategies class.

And YES she's a hard-ass grader. Has never given a 100% in her life. On some 'This was the best thing I've read in my entire teaching career but you forgot to indent on paragraph 5 so 99%'

She doesn't give a fuck about your GPA!!!

Unlike Mr.Peter B. Parker.

He makes people call him 'Professor PB'. He wants to be the cool teacher.

His classroom is SO FUN during lunch time. Probably runs the anime and manga club. He's that really nerdy teacher that you don't expect to be like "I know what anime is! I grew up on Dragon Ball 😁

His class are always fun but SO chaotic. Still wears sweatpants sometimes. He's the Science teacher.

And every year they take class photos and there's a Spidey homecoming where everyone parties on the walls in cute outfits.

CAN YOU SEE IT?

Swinging Team instead of Track and Field???

CAN YOU IMAGINE IT?

MIGUEL AS PRINCIPAL???

LYLA BEING THE LOUD SPEAKER ANNOUNCER?

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The match was over, and the roaring crowd was a chorus in Y/N’s ears. She leaned against the ropes, chest heaving as she caught her breath, her body still vibrating with the thrill of combat. The spotlight warmed her skin as she glanced around the arena, taking in the sea of cheering fans. They chanted her name, a sound that filled her with pride and gratitude. 

Sliding out of the ring, Y/N slapped hands with the front-row fans, flashing her signature smile despite the ache in her muscles. The walk to the back was a familiar one, but it never felt routine. Every night in All Elite Wrestling was a new chapter, a new chance to prove herself. 

Backstage, she didn’t have time to dwell on the match’s highs or lows because she knew exactly what waited for her—a burst of laughter and camaraderie with her closest friend in the business, Anthony Bowens. 

Anthony Bowens was sprawled out on one of the benches in the locker room, his long legs stretched out in a way that made it clear he had no intention of moving anytime soon. His phone rested loosely in one hand, but the mischievous grin on his face gave him away—he was already planning some kind of retort or comeback. Y/N approached with the energy of someone who had too much adrenaline left after a match, her phone held high like a championship belt.   

“Alright, Bowens. TikTok time,” she declared with mock authority, dropping down beside him so forcefully that the bench creaked under her weight.   

Bowens groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “Haven’t you humiliated me enough this week? My dancing is a public hazard at this point.”   

“Humiliated you?” she shot back, her tone dripping with mock indignation. “Please. I’ve made you go viral. You should be thanking me. You’re welcome, by the way.”   

She was already scrolling through her app, her face lighting up as she landed on a trending dance. “Oh, this is the one,” she said, pointing at the screen like it held the secret to eternal life. Her excitement was contagious, and Bowens couldn’t help but laugh.   

“Again with the dancing?” he said, slowly getting to his feet with an exaggerated sigh. “You’re gonna kill my knees before I’m thirty.”   

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” she quipped, standing next to him and pulling him into frame. “Now stop whining and hit this pose.”   

“Pose? What is this, modeling school?” Bowens teased, but he mirrored her stance anyway, a playful grin tugging at his lips.   

As they began stumbling through the choreography, their laughter filled the room, a perfect counterpoint to the sterile hum of the overhead lights. Y/N’s expression was a mix of concentration and exasperation as she kept pausing the music to critique Bowens’ steps.   

“No, no, no! You’re too stiff, Anthony. You have to loosen up!” she said, shaking her arms wildly to demonstrate.   

“Loosen up?” he repeated, attempting to mimic her movement but looking more like a malfunctioning robot. “This is as loose as I get, Y/N!”   

“You’re impossible!” she shouted through her laughter, doubling over as Bowens broke into a ridiculous freestyle, making exaggerated moves that were nowhere close to the choreography.   

Nearby, the Blackpool Combat Club sat, their presence heavy and still, like storm clouds gathering in a bright sky. Wheeler Yuta’s hands froze over the laces of his boots, his brow furrowing as he watched the scene play out. Jon Moxley leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw set in a hard line. Bryan Danielson exchanged a glance with Claudio Castagnoli, whose expression was unreadable, though the tension in his posture spoke volumes.   

“Why don’t they just rent a comedy stage?” Mox muttered under his breath, his gravelly voice barely audible.   

Bryan shrugged, but his lips thinned as he looked away from the pair. “They’re at it again.”   

Wheeler glanced up, his voice barely above a whisper. “They’ve been at it for weeks.”   

Y/N and Bowens were too caught up in their antics to notice the simmering tension a few feet away. She clapped her hands in triumph as they finally nailed the last step, spinning to check their reflection in the camera.   

“See? Told you we could pull it off!” Y/N exclaimed, nudging Bowens with her shoulder.   

He rolled his eyes, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow. “Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna need a chiropractor after this, but sure, we pulled it off.”   

The two dissolved into laughter again, their bond as easy and natural as breathing. But in the corner, the Blackpool Combat Club sat in heavy silence, their presence a shadow that loomed over the bright moment. None of them said another word, but their tension spoke volumes. 

Wheeler Yuta’s hands froze mid-lace on his boots, the rhythm of his movements interrupted as the sound of Y/N and Anthony Bowens’ laughter echoed across the locker room. His jaw tightened, his fingers gripping the laces as if the tension in his chest had traveled to his hands. He glanced toward them, his lips pressing into a hard line.   

A few feet away, Jon Moxley leaned back against the wall, his broad shoulders resting against the cold steel lockers. His arms were crossed over his chest, the veins on his forearms prominent as he gripped his biceps tightly. His scowl deepened with every burst of laughter that erupted from the pair. His ice-blue eyes flicked toward them briefly before darting away, as if the sight alone was an irritant.   

Claudio Castagnoli sat at the end of a bench, his massive hands resting on his thighs. The tension in his posture was evident—his normally relaxed demeanor replaced with a stiffness that seemed uncharacteristic. He caught Bryan Danielson’s eye, and the brief glance they exchanged was heavy with unspoken frustration.   

“They’re at it again,” Wheeler muttered under his breath, breaking the silence. His voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried a sharp edge, the kind of bitterness that lingers after being sidelined one too many times.   

Bryan’s gaze lingered on Y/N for a moment, his lips twitching as if he were holding back something he’d regret saying out loud. His expression was thoughtful but tense, his brows furrowed just enough to betray his annoyance. Finally, he shook his head, exhaling slowly. “She’s been glued to him for weeks,” he said, his voice quiet but filled with a note of disappointment.   

The words hung in the air for a moment, heavy and loaded.   

Moxley, ever the one to cut through the silence, let out a low, gruff sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a growl. “Too busy making videos to remember who brought her into the fold,” he said, his tone sharp, cutting.   

His words hit the air like a thrown gauntlet, and Claudio shifted slightly, the bench creaking under his weight. His expression was unreadable, but the tightness in his jaw and the flicker in his dark eyes gave him away.   

“She doesn’t see it,” Wheeler added, almost to himself, as if he were trying to make sense of it all.   

Bryan let out another sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as he leaned against the lockers. “She doesn’t see it because she’s too busy... laughing, dancing, being everywhere except here.”   

Jon pushed off the wall slightly, his presence as commanding as ever despite his stillness. “She’s one of us,” he said, his voice low, dangerous. “She’s supposed to have our backs.”   

There was no response to that—not from Bryan, not from Claudio, not from Wheeler. Instead, the four of them sat in silence, their collective frustration and hurt simmering just beneath the surface.   

In the distance, Y/N and Bowens’ laughter echoed again, oblivious to the storm brewing in the corners of the locker room. To Y/N, it was another lighthearted moment, but to the Blackpool Combat Club, it was a painful reminder of what they felt they’d lost.   

I didn’t see it at first.   

When I look back now, I wonder how I missed the way the atmosphere shifted, how the weight of the room seemed to change as soon as I walked in. The Blackpool Combat Club—Jon, Bryan, Claudio, Wheeler—had always been my foundation. They weren’t just a team; they were my brothers. My safe haven. No matter what the day threw at me, I knew they’d have my back.   

But lately, stepping into the locker room felt like walking into enemy territory.   

It was subtle at first. Jon wouldn’t even glance in my direction half the time. The man who had been a gruff but constant source of support, who had always made a point of acknowledging me—even if it was just with a muttered “Good match” or a nod—acted like I didn’t exist. His icy indifference cut deeper than I wanted to admit.   

Wheeler was worse. He didn’t just ignore me—he avoided me. Conversations that used to flow easily between us now felt strained or nonexistent. If I tried to talk to him, he’d mumble something, barely looking up from whatever he was doing, his eyes fixed on his boots or the floor as if I wasn’t worth the effort.   

And Claudio... Claudio was the one I thought would never change. He was warmth personified, a calming presence in a world that was often chaotic. But even he had grown distant. Conversations that used to come with his easy, genuine smile were now brief and clipped, his tone neutral at best, cold at worst.   

Then there was Bryan. Bryan, who I had always seen as the glue that held us together, the one who could talk us through any conflict, had simply shut me out. No eye contact. No words. Just... silence.   

It stung more than I was willing to admit.   

At first, I told myself it wasn’t personal. They were just tired. We all were. The grind of wrestling wasn’t for the faint of heart. The endless matches, the brutal travel schedules, the constant pressure to improve—to be better, faster, stronger—it could wear anyone down. Maybe they were just overwhelmed.   

But then, the little things began to add up. The glares I caught from the corner of my eye. The way conversations stopped as soon as I walked into the room. The pointed silence that seemed to wrap around me like a cloak. And the worst part? The way they’d close ranks. It was subtle but deliberate, their body language shifting to make it clear that I wasn’t part of the circle anymore.   

It was like I’d been pushed to the outside, watching as they locked themselves away in a place I couldn’t reach.   

That’s when I knew something was wrong. This wasn’t just fatigue. This wasn’t just the wear and tear of the road. This was different.   

And it hurt. It hurt more than I wanted to admit, because no matter what, I still cared about them. They weren’t just my teammates. They were my family. Or at least, they had been.   

Now, I wasn’t so sure.   

Y/N tried to bridge the gap, but every attempt felt like throwing a pebble against a brick wall. No matter how hard she tried, nothing seemed to break through.   

One evening, after a particularly grueling match, she decided to try again. Claudio was sitting on the bench, his massive frame hunched over as he scrolled through his phone. He was always the most approachable, the one who could soften even the toughest situations. If anyone was willing to talk, it would be him.   

She leaned casually against the lockers, keeping her tone light. “Hey, Claudio, want to grab food after the show? I heard there’s a great spot nearby.”   

For a second, she thought he might smile or at least look up, but he didn’t. His eyes stayed glued to his phone, his thumb idly scrolling as if she hadn’t spoken at all.   

“No, I’m good,” he said finally, his voice flat, devoid of the usual warmth she had come to count on.   

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the bluntness. She forced a laugh, trying to mask the sting. “Alright, maybe another time,” she said, her words hanging awkwardly in the air.   

Claudio didn’t respond, didn’t even nod. The silence that followed was louder than any rejection.   

Y/N swallowed hard, her smile faltering as she pushed off the lockers and turned away. She hadn’t made it far when she spotted Bryan Danielson walking down the hallway, his stride purposeful as always. If anyone understood the importance of communication, it was Bryan. He’d been the mediator in countless tense moments before.   

She quickened her pace to catch up with him. “Bry,” she called out, her voice a mix of hope and determination. “What do you think about—”   

“Not now,” he cut her off sharply, not even breaking his stride.   

Y/N froze mid-sentence, her words dying in her throat. She stood there, stunned, as Bryan disappeared around the corner without so much as a backward glance.   

Her heart sank, a dull ache spreading through her chest. She had always prided herself on being strong, on rolling with the punches no matter what. But this? This was different. This wasn’t an opponent in the ring, a challenge she could overcome with sheer grit or determination. This was her family, shutting her out without explanation, and it was tearing her apart.   

She stayed rooted in the hallway for a moment longer, her arms wrapping around herself as if to shield against the cold indifference that had just been hurled her way. No matter how hard she tried to bridge the gap, it seemed to widen with every step.   

The breaking point came after a show in Chicago.   

It had been a long night—a sold-out crowd, an adrenaline-filled match, and a post-show buzz that should have left me on a high. Instead, I found myself pacing the hallways backstage, my frustration bubbling over with every step. I couldn’t take it anymore. These weren’t just coworkers—they were my family. The people who’d picked me up after losses, celebrated my wins, and stood by my side through the chaos of life in wrestling.   

If I’d done something to hurt them, they owed it to me to say it.   

Determined, I turned a corner and saw them in the locker room, just like always. Jon sat at the center, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his intense eyes fixed on the floor as if deep in thought. Bryan stood near the lockers, arms crossed, his face unreadable but tense. Claudio and Wheeler were seated across from each other, their postures stiff, their expressions a mix of discomfort and something I couldn’t quite place.   

The sight of them huddled in quiet conversation—so close-knit, so locked in—lit a fire in my chest. They looked like a fortress, impenetrable, and for the first time, I realized I wasn’t inside those walls anymore.   

I didn’t hesitate. I stormed into the room, the sound of my boots on the floor breaking their quiet.   

“Alright,” I said, my voice sharp and unwavering. “What the hell is going on?”   

The words hung in the air like a challenge, and all four heads turned toward me.   

Jon’s expression shifted immediately, his jaw tightening as his blue eyes narrowed. Bryan’s arms stayed crossed, but his posture stiffened, a flicker of unease crossing his face. Claudio glanced at Wheeler, who looked away quickly, his hands fidgeting in his lap.   

“What are you talking about?” Moxley asked, his tone flat but carrying that edge of irritation he always had when something—or someone—rubbed him the wrong way.   

I took a step forward, refusing to let them dismiss me. “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” I shot back, my voice rising. “You’ve been ignoring me for weeks. Acting like I don’t exist. Did I do something? Because if I did, I’d really like to know.”   

Jon leaned back slightly, his expression unreadable but cold. “Nobody’s ignoring you,” he said, the words clipped, like he was trying to shut the conversation down before it could even start.   

“Bullshit,” I said, the anger in my voice catching even me off guard. “Don’t lie to me, Jon. I’m not stupid. You’ve all been avoiding me, treating me like some outsider. And for what? If I did something, just say it. Don’t play this silent game with me.”   

The room went silent. The tension was so thick I could feel it pressing against my chest, making it harder to breathe.   

Bryan shifted, uncrossing his arms and exhaling slowly. Claudio looked down at his hands, and Wheeler wouldn’t even meet my eyes. Jon, however, stayed locked on me, his gaze unwavering, his lips pressing into a tight, thin line.   

“What’s it gonna be?” I asked, my voice softer now but no less firm. “Talk to me. Or is shutting me out the only thing you’re good at these days?”   

For a moment, no one said a word, the weight of my challenge hanging heavy in the air. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, waiting for someone—anyone—to break the silence. 

The silence was deafening, stretching across the room like a tangible force. It pressed against Y/N’s chest, suffocating in its intensity. Every pair of eyes seemed to avoid hers, save for Jon Moxley, whose steely gaze finally lifted to meet her.   

Moxley stood, his movements deliberate, his posture rigid as if his body carried the weight of unspoken words. His stare was piercing, cutting through the room with an edge that made Y/N straighten her shoulders instinctively.   

“It’s not about what you did,” he said at last, his voice low and gravelly, each word deliberate and measured. “It’s about who you’ve been spending all your damn time with.”   

Y/N blinked, the accusation hitting her like a slap she hadn’t seen coming. Her brows furrowed, confusion knotting in her chest. “What are you talking about?”   

“Bowens,” Wheeler Yuta muttered from his seat, his tone sharp, laced with bitterness. His hands fidgeted in his lap, but his eyes finally darted up to meet hers, his frustration clear. “It’s like we don’t even matter to you anymore.”   

The words sank deep, and for a moment, Y/N was too stunned to respond. Her jaw tightened as she struggled to process what he’d just said.   

Bryan Danielson let out a heavy sigh, his arms dropping to his sides as he stepped forward slightly. He wasn’t as blunt as Jon, nor as young and raw as Wheeler, but there was an unmistakable weariness in his voice when he spoke. “You’re always with him, Y/N. Always laughing, making videos, goofing off. Meanwhile, we’re over here—trying to focus, trying to keep this team together—and it feels like you’ve moved on.”   

Moved on?   

The words echoed in her head, stinging like an accusation she hadn’t prepared to defend against. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She stared at Bryan, at Wheeler, and finally at Moxley, whose intense glare hadn’t wavered.   

“You think I’ve moved on?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her tone a mix of disbelief and hurt. “You think I don’t care about you anymore?”   

“You don’t act like it,” Wheeler shot back, his voice quieter now but no less cutting. “You’re always with him. Every time we turn around, it’s Bowens this, Bowens that. TikToks, jokes, laughs—you don’t have time for us anymore.”   

Claudio Castagnoli, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up, his deep voice calm but firm. “We’re not saying you can’t have other friends, Y/N. But... you used to spend time with us. Talk with us. Lately, it’s like we’re the last people on your mind.”   

Y/N looked around the room, her gaze moving from face to face. Each of them wore different expressions—anger, disappointment, frustration—but the common thread between them all was pain. They felt abandoned.   

“I can’t believe this,” she said finally, her voice trembling. “You’re jealous. All of you.”   

Jon’s jaw clenched at the word, his glare sharpening. “It’s not jealousy,” he said, his tone dangerous, his voice lowering even further. “It’s loyalty. We’re supposed to be a team. Family. But it feels like we’re the family you forgot about.”   

His words hit like a hammer, cracking through the remaining layers of her composure. Y/N stood there, her heart pounding, as the silence returned, heavier than before. 

For a moment, all I could do was stare at them, my mind struggling to catch up with what I’d just heard. Jealousy. That’s what this was.   

They were jealous.   

A disbelieving laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it, the sound sharp and brittle in the tense room. “You’re kidding me,” I said, my voice rising as I looked from face to face. “You’re mad because I’ve been hanging out with Anthony?”   

Jon crossed his arms over his chest, his glare unwavering, while Wheeler shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Claudio’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn’t respond. But then he spoke, his voice even but undeniably tense.   

“Not mad,” he said, though the clipped tone betrayed him. “Just... frustrated.” His dark eyes finally met mine, and there was something there—something raw and unguarded that made my stomach twist. “You used to be with us all the time. Now it feels like we’re the last people on your mind.”   

His words hit harder than I expected, cutting through the disbelief that had been building in me.   

I opened my mouth to argue, to fire back with something defensive—maybe even sarcastic. But the moment I really looked at them, the words died in my throat.   

Jon’s glare wasn’t just anger. It was layered with something deeper, something I hadn’t noticed before: hurt. Bryan, who always wore an air of calm rationality, looked away when my gaze met his, as if he couldn’t bear the weight of the conversation. Claudio’s expression was tight, his usual warmth replaced by quiet disappointment. And Wheeler...   

Wheeler looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. His hands fidgeted nervously, and his lips pressed into a thin, uncertain line. But it was the look in his eyes—an almost childlike mixture of frustration and sadness—that made my chest ache.   

Suddenly, it didn’t feel so ridiculous.   

They weren’t just mad. They weren’t just frustrated. They were hurt.   

And the worst part? They had a reason to be.   

Y/N took a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling as she steadied herself. Her voice softened, no longer defensive, but filled with the sincerity she hoped they’d hear.  

“You guys are my family,” she said, her tone firm but warm, her eyes moving from one face to the next. “You’ve always been my family. That hasn’t changed, and it never will. Just because I’ve been spending time with Anthony doesn’t mean I care about you any less. You’re my people—always have been, always will be.”  

The words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. Y/N wasn’t sure what kind of reaction to expect. For a moment, no one spoke, the room still thick with the weight of unresolved emotions.  

Then, Moxley broke the silence with a low grunt. He leaned back against the bench, his posture relaxing slightly, the tension in his broad shoulders melting away. A smirk played at the corners of his mouth as he glanced up at her.  

“Well,” he muttered, his voice as gravelly as ever, “maybe next time, include us in one of those TikToks. Could use a little of that spotlight you’ve been hogging.”  

Y/N’s eyes widened in mock surprise, her lips twitching into a grin. “You? Dancing? Now that’s something I’d pay to see.”  

The tension cracked, like ice breaking under the warmth of the moment. Bryan let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as if the thought of Moxley dancing was too absurd to picture. Wheeler snorted, his fidgeting hands finally stilling, while Claudio let out a hearty laugh, his deep voice echoing in the small room.  

“Don’t underestimate me, Y/N,” Mox said, his smirk growing into a full grin. “I’ve got moves.”  

“You’ve got something,” Bryan chimed in, his voice teasing but light. “Not sure if it qualifies as dancing, though.”  

The room erupted into laughter, the sound genuine and full of relief. The air that had been so thick with tension just minutes ago now felt lighter, almost buoyant. It wasn’t perfect—there were still things left unsaid, moments to work through—but the rift between them had begun to mend.  

Y/N shook her head, a smile still playing on her lips as she took a seat on the bench beside them. For the first time in weeks, the distance she’d felt between herself and the Blackpool Combat Club seemed to shrink, replaced by the familiar camaraderie she’d missed so much.  

Because in the world of wrestling, bonds weren’t just forged in the ring. They were tested and strengthened in the moments in between—in the fights, the misunderstandings, and the reconciliation that followed.  

And no matter what, the Blackpool Combat Club always found their way back to each other. 

[vee1021]

The Sekai Association,

a Project Sekai x Project Moon au

Info on the Association and Miku under the cut

The Sekai Association

Run by Hatsune Miku, a Color fixer, the Association deals in all around work, from policing backstreets to stopping Distortions.

The Associations five Directors are all close friends of Miku, but are also respected Fixers in there own right.

Director of the North Section, KAITO

Director of the South Section, MEIKO

Directors of the West Section, Kagemine Rin and Kagemine Len

Director of the East Section, Megurine Luka

They have five main subsidiary Offices under them, being the Shooting Star Office, Leaping Office, Vivid Office, Showtime Office, and Midnight Office

Head of Sekai Association, The Turquoise Melody, Hatsune Miku

Mikus body is completely mechanical, and she owns multiple bodies for each situation, such as policing and long range battles, as well as the other other 5 directors

Her main body, named Original, is designed to be both thin and sturdy, though it is really meant for daily tasks,this body is not as fit for as the others. She wields a sword and microphone, both able to release debilitating sounds to deafen and confused opponents, though only used when needed.

Her long ranged combat body, named Empty, is designed to be able to move fast and withstand hard shocks, as this body's main weapon is a high-caliber sniper rifle that produces a deafening bang, at the detriment of an immense kickback when fired.

The body meant for policing areas, named Street, is designed to be able to take a beating and damage, and is thus much taller and broader than the other bodies. This body wields a riot shield and spear, and the shield is able to emit a loud screech to disable and immobilize opponents, basically creating a wall of sound.

The body meant for large groups, called Stage, was created for crowd control, and is built tall and broad, but not as much as Street, she wields a large poleaxe, meant sweeping opponents out of the way and to create loud crashes when hitting stone and concrete.

The Wonderland body, created to deal with escaped Abnormalities and rampaging Distortions, is built incredibly dense and strong, but also incredibly thin and lithe, meant to be able to take them on single handedly. This body wields a large battle ax, meant to carve chunks of flesh and break bones when attacking

The final body, the Starlight body, was created to deal with small groups, was built neither lithe or broad, but average sized, meant to be able to fight and adapt in situations, Miku fights with the same sword and microphone of the Original body.

(I am not going to call the last one the School body, because it doesn't make as much sense as the others and it sounds weird.)

(I need a better name for MMJs Office please)