#I NEED TO SEE THEM BE INVOLVED ACTIVELY AS ANYTHING OTHER THAN BACKUP

[shoutmonishere]

I miss my boys so very dearly,,,,,

[hierarchyproblem]

Reportback from the Posie Parker thing this weekend:

First off, the transphobes (mostly terfs, with some "debate bro" right-wing youtube type guys) outnumbered us 2:1, with probably close to 200 of them at peak. Now, we had a pretty good turnout, actually - we're a notoriously lethargic city for radical political activity - and a lot of theirs were familiar faces who've travelled in, but still. Numerically, this isn't great.

It was, however, good to see that the organisers were clearly experienced and well-coordinated. Consequently, even though it was mostly a placards and protest chants kind of affair, there was a bit more of a militant atmosphere than frankly most demos I've seen in town. I expect this represents a trend in trans political action across the country.

The filth, on the other hand, weren't prepared at all. There were only around five of them to begin with, and they had to call for backup in a hurry, because…

Quite a few of the terfs just really wanted to hurt someone! That's their movement's ethos, of course, but I was surprised that some of the old ladies seemed to have shown up specifically hoping for a chance to hit a trans person personally. There was some genuine physical violence before the police forced their way in between our lines, mostly pushing and shoving but some punching and kicking and grabbing at hair, etc, to try and keep us from getting too close to their speaking area.* The two battle lines vying for the ground with only our big banner between us was a little reminiscent of a pre-Norman shield wall or something. It's partly a strategic thing for them too, of course, to try and provoke violence, because middle-aged white women are likely to be presumed innocent so it'd be bad optics for us.

As far as I know none of our lot got arrested, which is a relief. One person had to be wrestled from a cop's grasp at one point, but there weren't many of them at that point and they didn't push the issue.

The big win is that (I'm told) we did manage to end up close enough that with all the megaphones, whistles, and punk rock blaring from the speakers, their livestream was unintelligible and unwatchable.

Similarly, I don't expect anyone who wasn't with them could've caught anything of their speeches, given we'd basically walled them off from the public. It didn't seem like we ended up close enough to actually drown out Parker et al. from being heard by their crowd, so I expect the transphobes still consider the event a success overall.

There was a complement of trot groups in attendance, naturally, and while a few of their people were willing to put their bodies on the line and get properly involved, most were spectators.

I basically hate the turning up to sell papers at something like this. These aren't the sort of thing where it's appropriate to be trying to propagandise or recruit for your party: we're here for a specific purpose, and that's not it. A good fraction of our people were therefore unwilling to to be as mobile as we needed, chained to their tables as they were. On top of that, while the terfs had people flyering the public, a lot of the material from our side was only tangentially related to trans stuff at all, and cost a pound! Hard to frame this as anything other than a loss on the propaganda front.

It's been part of the right-wing protest playbook for a while, but I saw surprised by the number of people spending the whole thing getting in people's faces with cameras. Even relatively "safe" trans lib demos are strictly masked events right now, and for the foreseeable future. A few of the veteran cadre had come prepared with umbrellas to get in the way of the cameras, which worked pretty well. I think I saw one of our side actually grab a camera from one of the most intrusive offenders and manage to successfully run off with it, which is hilarious.

I only had this confirmed afterwards, but a trans man from our side managed to get on their mic and tell them to fuck off, which is incredibly brave and frankly heroic.

Although a maybe as much as half of us drifted off as the day went on, we ultimately outlasted them: they all slunk off en masse after about four hours. That feels like "winning" but it's actually completely orthogonal to achieving anything meaningful.

A few of the right-wing arseholes were the last to leave, trying to start arguments with random people, before cops came over and I guess told them they'd had their fun for the day. It's pretty funny that these guys are so rancid that even the terfs ignored them all day.

As I see it, the main practical takeaway going forward is that they were prepared for our tactics. They know we're trying to drown them out: after most of them had arrived, they all quickly shuffled over 200m and had some of theirs set up a perimeter to keep us with our speakers etc. a way away from their speakers' pitch. It's a lot of the same people showing up to all the terf rallies, so it stands to reason that they had a plan for us. The organisers on our team were tactically well-informed too, but it wasn't enough to actually halt their event. It's necessary to oppose these things, but I feel like at best we earned a draw this time. While there might be tiny fascist demos where they can see they're outnumbered ten to one and don't bother to show up, someone like Parker draws numbers that are much harder to disrupt. I don't have nearly enough demo experience to confidently make tactical suggestions, but I can at least give you the lie of the land, so. Maybe this is useful to someone, idk.

[independentzaun]

A shark, devours.

(Drabble, Silco and his people taking out a gang. Post Arcane. content warnings for violence, murder, blood, you know the deal.))

Eyes flickering up to Sevika they narrowed. “What, exactly, do you mean they didn’t pay?” Sevika shook her head one small motion away from a shrug. “They said they didn’t have to keep paying you anything, Sir. If you want the specific wording it was something about an old man who had lost his grip on things, and that they “don’t owe this blind Eye” anything. They also painted X’s across all of your marks in their territory.” Silco’s fingers tapped slowly against his desk. “Well isn’t that interesting.” Lips tightening he leaned back lost in thought. Before too long Sevika cleared her throat. “Would you like me to handle things?” There was a second more before his finger raised to point at her. “You, Dustin, Ran. Also get the Trio, and I’ll be coming with. Tonight. You and I will go in from the front of their territory. Dustin and Ran from one side. The Trio can have one at the back of them, and the other two extending out to cover the last side. Get the people that can handle it Shimmer, and Sevika?” The tall woman nodded to him. “Sir?” Silco turned in his chair away from her to stare out the window. “No negotiations. We walk in, and we take everything from them.” Sevika smirked for a moment. “Understood.” Turning away she headed out the door, and went to organize the coming attack. It wasn’t hard to find the needed people, and she also grabbed up a couple of other people just in case backup was needed not that she truly though it would be. Yes they were going to be out numbered, but she knew how well they could fight and wasn’t worried particularly since they were going to launch the attack first. Sevika would pick the assembled group to go against nearly anyone in Zaun at two to one, or even three to one odds unless chemtanks were involved. The gang they were going to erase from the streets however had no chemtanks, and what shimmer they had wasn’t of the best quality. This would be an entertaining evening as far as Sevika was concerned, and if everyone did their job correctly there shouldn’t be any real issues.

Later that evening Silco took another dose of his medicine, and this time took a bit more than usual. With what he had planned he saw no reason not to ensure he was a bit faster than normal after all. Heading through the streets of Zaun alongside Sevika he didn’t have to ask if the others were ready, and would be in position. Of course they were. If there was anyone he could trust to ensure such things it was Sevika, and after all these years it would have been insulting to ask. As they walked he didn’t actually hum much less sing, but in the back of his head he couldn’t help but remember an old song the lyrics of which drifted through his mind for a second.

Hot time in the old town tonight. Keep your wits about ya when we turn it up and fall upon the auld sworn enemy. Hot time in the old town tonight. Tonight, Tonight, We're gonna make it our own but we're gonna do it right. Tonight, Tonight, we're gonna make it our own, but we're gonna do it right.

Getting to the outskirts of the gangs territory Silco looked up seeing one of his marks painted onto a wall covered up by some new sign. Teeth arrayed around it as though trying to bite down while his mark was X’d out. A faint grim laugh came from him. “I believe people are forgetting who I am Sevika. Let’s remind them shall we?” Hold a hand out he smirked. “Flare?” Sevika pulled a specially designed flare out for him. Two colors would come from it at once swirling together. The green of Zaun, and the purple of Shimmer. Taking the flare from her there was no hesitation as he activated it, and held it up before tossing it to one side. A flood of smoke erupted from it, and seconds later smoke grenades were being tossed into the gangs territory along with a few explosives that had been placed within it barely hours before by The Trio.

Silco, had left his coat behind not in the mood to be weighed down by it. Shirt sleeves pulled up to his forearms, and buttoned there he moved forward feeling an old familiar rush. A fault of his perhaps, but for all that he maintained violence and cruelty was a tool be used he’d always enjoyed a good fight all the same. He enjoyed the killing as well. What greater power was there over someone else than to take their life after all? Why else would the gods all claim dominion over one power or another that allowed them to kill, or to survive against all odds so that they could see those that wronged them dead? Once upon a time perhaps he hadn’t enjoyed it, but he’d never ever hesitated or pulled away from it either.

Moving through the clouds of smoke hearing exclamations of confusion his lips pulled into a vicious smirk. Few people remembered clearly anymore what it was like to fight the Enforcers in a proper fight. Their full face helmets guarding them against stinging smoke as they filled the streets with smoke, and rifle butts. Body armor protecting them from clubs as their pistols rang out downing anyone that seemed like an actual threat. He’d learned how to go to war against a more organized, and for all their many faults better trained than many thugs in Zaun enemy. Silco had never forgotten those lessons, and now wielded them against those that challenged him.

Sevika charged past him at a group of three ganger’s backhanding one of them across the face knocking him away while her shoulder slammed into someone else driving them into a wall. The third turned looking panicked drawing out a single shot firearm, but before he could do anything Silco had stepped up behind him. Hand at his forehead forcing his head to one side Silco delivered a particular blow that would have made any Enforcer flinch if they paid attention. The body armor, and helmets seemed to protect everything after all yet if you moved the head just right one you could get access to a vein or an artery. It worked just as well on people without any helmet, or armor and without any hesitation his blade slid into the man’s throat severing an artery as well as vocal cords before the blade pulled away. The man dropped to his knees gripping helplessly at his throat trying to plead to anything he could think of not to die as his blood streamed down his neck and with each drop of crimson vitae went his life. Silco didn’t stop, and followed after Sevika. The person slammed into the wall found themselves made helpless for a second before Sevika’s talon’s went into their stomach, and than moved upwards gutting them. Those talons clutched at the person’s rib cage, and turning Sevika casually used that grip to toss them at the man she’d backhanded who tried to catch the corpse suddenly being thrown at him but simply stumbled backwards dropping it with a look of shock on his eyes. Sevika smirked letting out a dark laugh. “The Eye of Zaun sends his greetings, fool.”

Looking up he shook his head pulling out a short sword. “The Eye of Zaun is done! He’s old, and out of touch. We’ll take care of you now and here Sevika, and afterwards we’ll go pay that bastard a visit!” Silco stepped forward shaking his blade to get the blood off of it as his eyes gleamed. “Why wait? I’m already here.” In the distance there were screams and yells. People fighting, and dying as his people moved around the area slaughtering a gang that never really had a chance. The ganger with the sword suddenly looked panicked, but gritting his teeth let out a yell and charged at Silco. Knife held comfortably in one hand Silco slid to the side, and that knife slipped between the man’s ribs puncturing effortless through clothing and leather underneath before going through skin and muscle into vital organs. A hand on the man’s chest Silco pushed him backwards watching as he fell to the ground. Eyes watching his victim flop to the cold stones with limbs splaying outwards Silco chuckled. “Funny, how he fell.” Sevika shook her head rolling her eyes before letting out one soft chuckle of her own.

The next twenty minutes, or so went much the same. Sometimes Silco would lead the way reaching around someone to slit their throat, or dodging a blow only to stab someone be it once or half a dozen times and either way rendering them quickly dead. Other times Sevika would charge in using her raw strength, and her talons to break someone or rip them apart. To one side off in the distance Dustin, and Ran plied their own trade in violence with one of them downing Shimmer and the other acting as support. The Trio did much the same with one using Shimmer, and the other two ensuring the enhanced one didn’t get swarmed and over whelmed. It was a methodical slaughter all the more terrifying for it’s utter ruthlessness. This wasn’t a pack of dogs ripping, and snarling. This was a huge shark biting, and utterly devouring something without hesitation. The terror inflicted was a byproduct of it’s nature, and the death a consequence of drawing it’s attention. All of his people acting in conjunction like the jaws of that great shark, and nothing would escape.

Eventually however Silco came face to face with the leader of the gang. A man two inches taller than him, and bulkier who looked like he should be stronger. The man’s eyes filled with raw fury as his teeth could be heard grinding in anger. “You have no right to do this! How dare you Silco!? Do you know how long it took me to…” He was cut off by Silco quite quickly. “I don’t care. You had your responsibilities, and your debts and agreements. You broke them, and now you pay the price. You know how it works.” The other man spit on the ground scoffing. “Like you have any idea of honor. I’m taking your head tonight Silco, and I swear,” his voice was ended by a sudden gunshot. Silco had reached behind himself down towards his belt, and pulled out a pistol firing it hitting the man in the chest making him collapse. “I already said I do. Not. Care.” Taking a moment to reload he moved over to look down at yet one more corpse created by his hand, and holstering his pistol Silco crouched down. The gang leader had an axe on him for a weapon, and Silco took it off of him. A quick strike, and the head of the defeated leader rolled free. Another strike at the back of the head had it embedded on the blade of the axe, and Silco tossed the whole thing to Sevika. “Put that up somewhere it can be seen.”

Sevika grabbed the axe with the head on it, and moved to mount it up somewhere easily seen. Silco reached for his cigarette case pulling a cigarette out, and lighting it to take a deep drag off of it. By now the various sounds of fighting, and strife were dying down and the smoke from their initial charge had drifted away entirely. Nudging at the corpse of the man with his boot Silco shook his head. “Fucking idiot.” Head tilting back he let out a long slow breath, and grinned. Hands splattered with blood, a gleam in his eyes from satisfaction and adrenaline, and a predatory smirk across his face for a moment it was like a shark had taken human form. A drag off of his cigarette, and an exhalation before he flicked what was left of the smoke onto the mans body. “Not sure which I want more right now. A shower, or my dick sucked.” Voice a quiet murmur Silco turned, and watched Sevika finish mounting the head of the now very dead gang leader who had thought he could make a stand against the Eye of Zaun. Nodding to his deputy he waved for her, and seconds later they headed back towards the last drop but would end up separating both going to their own homes.

Whatever else Silco might have been feeling be it tiredness, or failure, or resignation that he was trapped in a cage of his own making it did not change one simple fact. He was a monster, and it was never wise to attract the attention of a monster. Even when discontent with his life, and how things had formed around him Silco still ruled that cage he was within with a ferocity few others could equal when he was called to do so as he had proven this night.

Thirty minutes, and a gang had vanished from Zaun.

After all, sharks could be ravenous things.

[uncharted-constellations]

Batwoman Beyond

Was originally gonna be a genderbent terry but dana was calling to me so~

Theres obviously a few ways you could go about it but personally my interpretation would be that Rebirth goes the Same until Powers and Mr. Fixx track down Terry on his way to the police station, and Terry ends up badly hurt, maybe in a temporary coma, (i refuse to kill my boy lmao). Since Dana was the one to drop off Terry at Mr. Waynes right before this, she ends up going to confront him after she gets the call about Terry, however Wayne passes her on the road, going to the police with his information after finding out what happened on the news. Dana sneaks into the manor, and just like Terry, finds the cave, articles still pulled up about Powers and the affects of the nerve gas.

I can’t imagine her first instinct would be to steal the suit, at least not until she hears Wayne come back, complaining upstairs about the police being unable to do anything without the actual evidence. In a moment of determination she grabs the suit and sneaks out. Bruce shuts down the suit the second he notices it missing this time, as theres no obvious culprit, but when Dana pleads just wanting to get the evidence to put powers behind bars, Bruce relents, telling her the rest of the story on the way. The rest of the episode obviously goes differently, but Dana obviously gets more involved than planned, stopping the operation and creating blight.

Wayne ends up recruiting Dana, acknowledging that while gotham might not need a batman, it does need a hero. I imagine logistically he probably has to make her an entirely new costume because while terry was smaller than bruce dana is probably tiny in comparison lmao, thing would be baggy and probably not as effective as it should be. Pretty much the same exact design tho. She would also probably cut her hair shorter because full cowls are not long hair friendly. Bruce doesnt care if you like your hair, he’s not risking head wounds.

Dana’s career probably starts with more spying than action seeing as while she might know some stuff from her brother (hes from the comics, and was involved in jokerz shit but ill keep him) shes not as physically ready to be Batwoman, but then again we didnt get a lot of background on Dana. Maybe she plays the future equivalent of softball or something... Terry recovers probably in time for the Willie Watt/Golem episode, although he probably has some lingering physical issues that prevent him from being quite as active as he had been before, at least for a while if not permanently.

I imagine he takes a minute to figure it out but takes it in stride, forcing Wayne to hire him as well. He doesnt ask for a costume, instead helping Wayne more with the mechanical stuff which we know he’s fairly capable in based on his original observations of the suit, alongside occasionally helping with backup or undercover work, and probably as a starting sparring buddy for Dana. He might very occasionally put on the other batsuit when needed (like when inque captures batwoman, taking the place of bruce in that instance), but he’s probably more likely to throw on the nightwing mask, run in and help or deliver a necessary gadget, and then bust ass back to the batmobile, i don’t want him too too involved but more so than Max was originally.

Im undecided on whether or not Max still figures it out, but shes still a close friend for both of them. I imagine the relationship with Batwoman and 10 is also very different, partially because Dana and Terry wouldn’t have most of their relationship issues. Maybe 10 is more involved with her families schemes in this au, becoming more of a rival than a kindred spirit.

[kingdaddydaichi]

NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

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Being Batman’s Daughter Would Include:

Headcanons.

❝Listen, Robin. At their core, people are cowardly and self-serving. Trust no one until you know them. And even then, never completely.❞

— Bruce Wayne, “The Lesson Plan”

TRIGGER WARNING: Plant murder. Mentions of drugs/tranqs (stopping dealers), violence/physical harm, broken bones (knee cap), limb dislocation (shoulder), (Jason’s) death, smoke, waterboarding/drowning?

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You know how every teenager has that paradigm shift because as much as they love the people around them, they’ll never know the inner workings of your psyche? And they realize they’ll never truly be known? And it makes them feel really lonely?

Yeah, you never come to feel like that because you know Bruce digs so far into everyone around him he probably knows you better than you do.

Honestly, he probably reads your diary. At least, he reads the fake one you hide under your mattress. And the second decoy in the A.C. vent above your dresser.

If you’re as paranoid as Bruce, you probably don’t have a diary, and the aforementioned “decoys” are just to mess with him.

Sun Tzu’s The Art of War was practically your Bible growing up.

You’re torn between giving yourself the tactical advantage of being underestimated & being non-reactive, which — besides giving you the lioness role in the lion–gazelle dynamic — gives you the advantage of having time to think carefully on the repercussions before speaking.

Because, as Sun Tzu said in chapter seven, verse twenty-one, “Ponder and deliberate before you make a move.”

Seeing as Bruce and Damian both have eidetic memories, I’m guessing you do too. 

Which means you totally read the dictionary when you were young and whip our big words nobody’s heard of.

Bruce always assured you it’s okay to be scared. As a matter of fact, like he told Dick (seen in flashbacks in “The Lesson Plan”), he taught you to “Let terror embrace you. The better you know fear, the better you can use it against others.”

And we all know Bruce is the paragon of using fear against people.

Take that, Scarecrow!

(See, I chose that gif because earlier in that move, he displays a fear of bats, & in that scene, he summons them to use as a distraction and walks through them completely unperturbed. No? Okay, I’ll see myself out.)

You started into the vigilante business young, a little bulge under the back of Batman’s cape that made the rest of the Justice League in the meeting think Bruce was host to an alien parasite until your little mask-covered eyes poked up over his shoulder.

The League’s known you since you were young, so they kind of all see you as their niece. That just quadruples the amount of people who are overprotective of you.

Eventually, in your tweens, you think enough’s enough and start out on your own — being underestimated may be an advantage, but it’s getting ridiculous — and you tackle unsolved cases.

You set up various safe houses around the world for your own disposal (using the zeta tubes) and anyone who sees the inside of one in an emergency is always surprised. You don’t really understand why; what serious vigilante doesn’t have secure, state-of-the-art safe locations scattered across the planet?

Sometimes, it gets you into danger, but you always get yourself out of it. If there ever comes a time you can’t, well, you’ve got a direct link to Batman, and if communications fail, you can always yell for your Uncle Clark at the top of your lungs.

If the latter ever comes to fruition, you ask Bruce if he’s disappointed you had to call for back-up or that you called Superman instead of Batman, and he says, “It takes a strong person to admit when they’re weak, [Y/N]; if anything, I’m proud of you. Besides … you’re not the only one who yells for Uncle Clark when they get in over their head.”

Your training entailed hacking and mechanics, so you like to fix computers and sell them on the internet Hugh Jeffreys style. It started out with Macs from the dumpster behind Gotham Academy and turned into a surprising side hustle. Large portions of your profits go into either savings or funding your extracurricular activities. 

You’re using a MacBook that’s running Linux and an iPhone 4 that’s running your own program. 

At some point, your phone falls into the wrong hands, and someone asks why it has such high security. You deadpan and say, “I have three older brothers.” No further explanation required.

One such solo case led you to a ring of drug dealers working in a small town outside of Gotham. You made some tranquillizers and heavy-duty smoke bombs and busted out your shinobi-iri training.

After sliding on a mask covering the bottom half of your face that filtered out smoke, you set all of the bombs off at once in the ventilation system, filling the building and using the infrared in your domino mask to sedate everyone before the cops arrived so no one got hurt (because there would inevitably be a firefight if the cops got involved).

You never go into a situation expecting to go hand-to-hand with someone; you always have a plan to take our your targets quickly an efficiently.

One night, when you’re working on a cold case in Gotham, you stumble across some intel that Poison Ivy’s been stockpiling chemicals and is going to wipe out all human life on Earth.

Luckily for you, Bruce’s paranoia is hereditary; you just happen to carry some white kryptonite in your belt, so you won’t have to go all the way back to the cave to obtain some.

You type out a quick debrief on your wrist computer in case you end up needing to send out an S.O.S., pop on your bottom mask to filter out spores or pheromones she might send in your direction, and bust out your shinobi-iri training again.

Of course, you try the peaceful approach, explaining to Ivy that you agree with her on the tree-hugger front to build rapport (T.B.F., who doesn’t?), but it comes to physical confrontation. You kill every vine that comes your way with a quick punch from your kryptonite ring, toss an expanding polyurethane foam bomb (see Batgirl #38) at her feet, and manage to get an inhibitor collar on her.

Gordon takes her away, and by the next morning, it’s on the news.

“You took down Ivy by yourself?” Bruce asks when you come down for breakfast.

“… Yeah,” you say after a moment, expecting a tongue-lashing.

“Are you hurt?”

“No. She didn’t get a hit in. And before you ask, I had a contingency set up in case things went sideways.”

“… Good job.”

Your dad has the article framed in the batcave, which is the bat-equivalent of having your drawing on the fridge or getting a sticker back on a test.

You’re fighting a grin for the rest of the day.

It bugs you you can’t tell anyone why you’re so happy, so you visit Dick in Blüdhaven while he’s on patrol and give him a play-by-play. You even get a hair-ruffle!

Deathstroke targets you at some point. One of Batman and Nightwing’s worst villains, and he targets you because he knows they love you. You’re the smallest bat at the time, the weakest; he thinks you’ll be the easiest to take.

Boy, was he wrong.

He was trained by the League of Assassins, so you know dropping a smoke bomb’s not going to give you cover (and his mask probably has infrared). His brain processes faster than yours, so tricking him is improbable. He’s probably done enough research on you to know you favor foam bombs and has fast enough reflexes to dodge before they go off.

And he’s jammed your comms so you can’t call for backup. You’re worried he’s got kryptonite on him and will hurt Superman if you call for help.

It’s just you and him.

He has enhanced stamina, so he tries to wear you out. You maintain distance to avoid taking damage and wearing faster.

You always admired Tim for his ability to plan ahead (see, like, the entirety of the Red Robin comics). He doesn’t know how he does it; he just does. He can’t really teach you, so you just watch and learn.

You realize your fight with Slade is just a matter of managing the distance and immobilizing him, so you strike. You duck behind a pillar or grab onto a railing or something and shoot him through the thigh with your grappling gun, reeling him in. He, of course, draws his sword or a knife to cut the line, but you’re already throwing high-density expanding polyurethane bombs.

And, just like that, you’ve single-handedly taken Deathstroke.

It sends a clear message to the rest of the Gotham villains, Blüdhaven’s villains, the League of Assassins — don’t mess with the bat’s little girl. She can hold her own.

Now it’s time for you to come up with another plan to take him down; you doubt the same method will work twice, and you’ve just made a very powerful enemy.

As Wonder Woman’s said, “Do not mistake a desire to avoid violence for an inability to deal with it.” You might go into most situations with a plan to take down your opponent already in motion, but when it comes to an all-out brawl, you’re perfectly capable and don’t pull your punches.

You’re working on an unsolved case in Blüdhaven (Dick’s got enough on his plate) when you get an S.O.S. from the aforementioned along with the feed and recording from his mask. You listen to the mission briefing while you ride back to the cave and then the audio from the Young Justice mission. They got jumped by the League of Shadows in an abandoned factory, and Talia’s trying to coerce Damian into joining the League or whatever.

The usual dropping some smoke bombs and tranqing everyone isn’t going to work on thirty armed League assassins who were trained to fight blind, so you load up on polyurethane foam bombs and call Jason and Cassandra.

The three of you take out the guards outside before splitting up and taking either end of the building (Cass stays with you). You meet in the middle, in the room the team’s being held in.

You highjacked the speakers, so they’re blasting AC/DC’s “Shoot to Thrill” upon Jason’s insistence. You wanted Zayde Wølf or Alice Cooper’s “Hey, Stoopid,” but big brothers will be big brothers.

Jason pops them with rubber bullets from above to slow them down for you while Cass demolishes them and you drop foam bombs, slinging your signature custom shuriken, bonk them over the head with Tim’s staff you picked up along the way, dislocate their arms, or shatter their kneecaps. 

You and Jason get a couple slices from swords that got a little too close, but it’s nothing compared to what you’ve had before. 

When the fighting’s done and the building’s quiet, the team’s, like, “Who the heck are you guys?” 

And Dick’s, like, 😏 “They’re our siblings.” 

Speaking of siblings, you’re older than Damian, and as such, you take upon yourself the honor of teaching him all things pop-culture.

“I have a lot of amazing older siblings. I want to be a good big sister.”

First things first, you give him one of your refurbished e-waste phones and take him to Target to pick out an OtterBox or a LifeProof case or something that’ll keep it safe in the pocket of a vigilante.

Vigilantes are always coming to you when their phone’s broken anyway; you’ve got a stack of spares you’ve repaired.

Then you help him set up a Spotify account (follow me at @remakethestars 😉) and try to help him find his rhythm.

Poor child’s never had Oreos before, so you drag a pack of Double Stuffs out of the cabinet and a glass of milk and show him the best milk-dunking method you know.

You think about handing him a cookie and telling him to waterboard it until the bubbles stop coming up, but cookie-dunking is something every kid does; it’s sacred, and you don’t want him to associate it with violence.

You show him how you and Alfred feed the bats in the batcave.

And you show him Vine compilations and your favorite shows and movies and as many classics as you can, and you put up with him pointing out the inaccuracies and calling them stupid.

Every time he doesn’t get a reference, you write it down so you know what to show him later.

If anything ever happens to you, Damian finds your list and makes it his personal mission to watch/read everything on it. It makes him feel close to you.

You build a relationship with him that’s similar to his and Dick’s, and he comes to you with things he might not be able to come to anyone else with.

Plus, since you live in the manor still and he doesn’t want Bruce to think less of him, it’s you he comes to after a nightmare.

If you know Alfred has pictures of him curled up in your side, you ask him to send them to you. Not for blackmail purposes; just to have.

You’d never use the need of comfort or the sharing of emotions against him because (A) it’s perpetuating toxic masculinity and (B) you don’t want him to think it’s wrong or confirm any of the stupid “strength” things the League of Shadows taught him.

You gave him a stuffed cat that looks like Alfred (the cat, not the butler) with some of your perfume spritzed on it. He verbalized his revulsion when you gave it to him, but on nights he has a bad dream and you’re not home, it brings him comfort.

Titus comes to get you when Damian’s upset. 

Even when he’s not with Damian, he seems to know. Pets are like that.

You’ve learned to trust Titus’s instincts. Damian thinks it’s suspicious when he’s feeling down and you just happen to call.

You never realized it until a long time later, but Ace was acting weird the day Jason came back from the dead.

And he was acting weird the day Jason came back to Gotham too. He ran to the door and began barking. Alfred swept security, but nothing seemed to be off. The whole family was on edge that day.

You were the reason Jason knew he wasn’t completely forgotten; he spotted you through a café window, and you were wearing his jacket.

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A vague reply came, and Roy instinctively crossed his arms over his chest. Fuery had to be exhausted, even without the rush of activity in this new place. The southern region of Amestris was their busiest considering their ongoing conflict with Aerugo. It hadn't stopped since Ishval. When he found out his superior officers sent Fuery there, Roy remembered tensing in his seat. Breda was a little more hardened than the others, and he could handle the west. As for Falman, Roy trusted Major General Armstrong and her ability to lead her men.

But, Southern Command... Fuery was so young. He still had light left in him. He didn't need to see that ugly conflict of war, and yet his Commanding Officer, the one deigned to protect him, all but sent him there.

At least here, he could protect him. Southern Command be damned. They weren't getting him back if he had a say.

"Outside of whatever the hell a Bandersnatch is, it's probably safer for you here... to a degree. If the reports I get from the south are anything to go by, anyway." Roy rubbed the back of his head. "I don't know if anyone's told you where you are, but this place is called Wonderland. We're not even on Earth anymore, if you can believe that. How this world works is different. Magic is... real. Damn I can't believe I'm saying that." He still grimaced, of course. While he accepted the statement as fact, he was still an alchemist.

"There are other Amestrians here too, and the Xingese prince who helped us out. Brigadier General Leota is here---I'm not sure if you've met her before. You might know her better as the Belladonna Alchemist. Obviously, the Lieutenant is here too... and a child named Lyssa." Not his Lyssa, but... someone else. That was a complicated mess he hadn't dealt with yet. "That's as far as we know, at least."

So, she heard correctly: they were discussing Edward and Alphonse. Thankfully, they let her join the conversation, and it was her turn to listen. She stood still, her eyes on White Cloud as he spoke. It seemed he went out into Wonderland alone without informing anyone he was doing so. While she appreciated the thought, she did have the same concerns Cid mentioned: his mask and a lack of backup.

The wilds of Wonderland couldn't be the only thing he worried about either, especially considering what the Colonel told her regarding their first encounter. Those people who called White Cloud Lord Makenshi... just who were they? Were they enemies they needed to be concerned about? People associated with Chaos? Not only that, but they managed to hurt White Cloud... before the Colonel did.

"Alphonse is about seven feet tall while Edward is closer to my height," Riza started. Out of habit, she did not give Edward's exact height. "And they both have experience surviving in the wild. They're also alchemists like the Colonel, but their style involves using the earth and shaping it to their needs. They can't use his flame alchemy." Well... she wasn't about to go into the technicalities of that. At least one of them could, but he now knew not to.

"I'm worried about them being out there on their own too, especially after what Edward and the Colonel recently went through. But, going without some backup, especially with your mask not in its best condition, wouldn't be my recommendation." She let out a sigh. "I wouldn't mind going with you if you need to do aerial searches. I'm used to that sort of view. I know it'd slow you down, but I could at least provide some sort of backup, especially if you run into more of those people you did before..."

A pause as she looked to both of them, apprehensive as she stopped herself from fiddling with the fabric of her uniform. She was here on official business. Thus, she knew how to make herself appear professional.

"Who were those people you ran into with the Colonel, White Cloud? And would they hurt Edward and Alphonse?"

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The gun is out of his possession.

One step closer to rest. He manages not to fall completely apart, even though it feels like his whole body is trying desperately to give up on him, pull him into sleep to dull the pain and start healing.

Exhaustion doesn't matter. He fights through it only to get through this conversation, because when Mustang speaks, Kain listens. He pledged loyalty until his last breath, after all.

Trying to hide his tiredness is no small task, but he does anyway.

It seems that the Colonel takes notice, though, because he's sitting by the time Hawkeye leaves. He doesn't get the chance to do anything but nod in their direction before he has to try and remember what he was doing last.

"... I..."

Technically, he'd been laying cables.

Roy was too smart for technicalities though, too good at dancing around topics himself for Kain to hope to outsmart him by being 'technically' honest.

He knows this, and yet he wants to lie anyway. It's not exactly a common urge, certainly not when it comes to his friends, but right now he feels he doesn't want to admit to anything.

Admitting makes it real.

Admitting makes it hurt.

How is he supposed to explain that, while he had been laying cables, they definitely (and deliberately) weren't of the functional nature? How is he supposed to tell someone he holds in such a high regard that he is a total and complete failure? How is he supposed to say that the last thing he remembers is trying to figure his life out at the worst possible time, and even that didn't seem to link up with how he had arrived in this awful place?

His head is lowered. The adrenaline is gone, now - Hawkeye being nearby is both a blessing and a curse all at once. He's tired and fully accepts it because he's safe for the first time in months.

He doesn't want to be a soldier anymore.

He can't lie to Roy.

He wants a hug.

"I don't know how I got here, sir. I just remember putting cables down, then like... a sort of 'oh shit' moment, then... out there, now here with you."

Maybe, if he's lucky, his description and prior apology will be enough.

He has a feeling the alchemist will be dissatisfied with vagueness, though, so he tries to prepare details just in case.

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[itsmeanyango]

THIRD HOUSE PROFECTION YEAR

The third house is the house of local community, transport and communication. This house is ruled by Gemini. Gemini is ruled by Mercury, so this house is influenced by Mercury and Gemini

Gemini is an air sign. Air is needed for transport and communication. Sound passes through air, movement(Transport) causes displacement of air. Air signs are thinkers, communicators and doers. They have their own mind and that explains why during Mercury retrograde communication and transport acts their own way. Cars break down, computers crash, backups fail and newly bought communication devices develop issues. I do not know of any communication/transport company that has ever made a release during Mercury retrograde or its shadow periods, they know what's up. I also have not seen successful musicians release music during this period UNLESS their music was in line with mercury retrograde energy or there were favorable transits.

The third house profection year means you will need to work on your communication skills and have to be on the move. You may be involved in local community work too, like being an interpreter or driving members of the local community around. This year may also have to deal with you, where you learn to talk to yourself and do things for yourself. The transport might also be having to move up and down the house doing one thing or another. This may be the year you learn a new language or have a lot of miscommunication issues. Communication is very sensitive and it can either make or break you. Your social media activity may either get you in trouble or be the beginning of something good. You may become a meme, or like one of those pages people like going to such as Spiritualworld or you may publish work. Whatever you do in your third house profection year will either make or break you in this digital age, or whatever you did in the past will come back up this year and make or break you. Clean your social media like you heard your favorite person is coming over to your house. Screenshots people, screenshots. Screenshot your payment and conversations so nobody tries to paint you dirty. Also, be careful in what you say online or text because people are taking screenshots.

This year affects ages 2,14,26,38,50,62,74,86,98,110,122,134...

I also wanna say that numerology 3 is creation. Tarot card 3 is the empress. So many creative projects may start this year. Creation also means pregnancy.

Age 14,26 and 38are the sensitive ages here. 14 because these are young immature children with so much internet access and they post anything, whatever you little ones are posting this year will come back to you real hard and bad. Or real hard and good. 26 Because you are figuring life out and the life stress can really mess with you. You might already have a child or children or child on the way. You may be having issues with your partner, you may be listening to these dating and or life coaches. You may find yourself talking bad about your partners, following others and abandoning your partner because a dating or life coach said something. 38 because you are probably married and having marital struggles, the children or child might be teenagers or older than 8, you miss your parents or your parents are sick. 26 and 38 if you cheat you will get caught, if someone lied about the child's paternity it will be discovered. The story of the hare and the Hyena describes the 26 and 38 year old's. You guys are the hyena, outside forces are the hare. You can change the narrative and not be the hyena who beats his wife to death just because hair said they should beat their nagging and annoying wives. Or you can be the proverbial hyena. There is so much to share so if you want more subscribe to my Patreon. Now here is the third house profection year in the signs

1. Third house profection year in a fire sign.

Sounds a lot like being in the spotlight, getting exposed or people around you being in the spotlight. Their glory will build you up, do not act on your jealousy or be sore. Them being successful means the good things are also coming to you. Its like the red car, blue car phenomenon. If you think of a red car, you will keep seeing red cars. If you think of a blue car, you will keep seeing blue cars. However, if these people are terrible to you and are kind of rubbing it in your face or making you seem inferior, it means you need to distance yourself because when your glory comes they will trample on it. Or if they see your glory coming, they will go over and beyond to stop it. If you become a bee-eye-tea-see-aich, you will have done yourself a disservice.

2. Third house profection year in a water sign.

Communication will be through your dreams, instincts and gut feeling unless you have anxiety or suffer from paranoia. You might find yourself extra intuitive. You will always feel drawn to places with your best interest and feel repelled from places that are not for you. You will be able to hear what is not said. If something tells you not to meet up with someone or not to leave the house, listen. Unfortunately its also the year parents and friends die or get into tragedies. If something tells you to call someone, do it. Keep a dream journal, you may find relevant messages for the now and far future. In the community, many people may come to you for help. Children may also approach you a lot.

3. Third house profection year in an earth sign.

You may be joining a new school(14 year old's)looking for a relationship to settle down(26 year old's), deciding if your marriage is worth fighting for or not(38 year old's). Whatever way you choose to communicate your desires needs to be well thought out and objective because you guys though doing things by the buke and rules, you don't really listen to other people. You think you are 98% good and only 2% bad. People see you as only 2% good and 98% bad. So 14 year old's, loosen up when choosing friends and do not stick around people who hurt or demean you. 14 year old black people, do not let anyone neo-colonialize you. You are smart, you are amazing, you are talented, you are doing amazing and the person in the mirror looks super awesome. Do not let nobody talk down on you. 26 year old's, make sure that whatever decision you make now is nothing to regret at 38. Be a happy person first, then be happy with another (or others cause not everyone is monogamous). 38 year old's, do not do it for the kids as a reason to fight for your marriage. At 50 you will be looking at retirement in about a decade and you do not want to look back and see how miserable a life you have lived plus the tragedies you put on your children. Sometimes hanging the boots is the best solution, some people are happier apart than together. Do not make your children choose sides. Be very careful about how you speak even in non verbal's because it will affect your children. In Swahili we say Fahali wawili wakipigana, nyasi huumia. In English that translates to, when two heifers fight its the grass that hurts. It means when two people fight, its those around them who get hurt. If anyone is buying a car this year or moving houses, inspect those two very seriously. Congratulations to people closing down on house, buying cars or even just their first computer or phone.

4. Third house profection year in an air sign.

Looks like a lot of energy is here. If you guys want something, speak it up. Make very active steps towards it or else its not coming. You have to speak up. Promote the living daylights out of your art. Be very careful with vehicles this year. Gossip. careless speaking, careless driving. Beware of information you receive and information you put out. Blocked energy like creators block or lack of clarity in things. You may benefit from stepping back from things so you can see the bigger picture. I am having a hard time writing for air signs as a group, this may be a difficult year for you guys. Sorry. Aquarius traditional ruler is Saturn, so Aquarians if you are careless with your communication and movement this year then you will get it rough as Saturn is the planet of karma. Libra ruled 3rd house people may want to be free. Liberation. Freedom of expression and freedom to travel. Its 2021 and there's a pandemic so if you must travel be careful. Travel may also mean going to the mall, beauty supply store, food joints or general movement. You may find yourself always wanting to be on the move. Geminis might be confused and unable to choose between two things or unable to decide what to say.

In conclusion, check where Mercury is on your chart.

These interpretations of mine are general, the aspects in your chart and condition of Mercury may make things vary.

You may notice these things happen around you and not to you, there is a reason why. Learn from the happenings and live your life well.

[hasgudagudadoneanythingwrong]

It's me, the anon who wants to eat the rich, I've been considering what Izo said about attacking their profits and while burning down a factory may be possible for me its a bit too extreme for me to pull off easily, so can everyone put their brain cells together (including Maxwell) and help me come up with some plausible easily implementable ways?

Molotov into a factory is going to get me arrested and it means I can only do it maybe two or three times before I am forced to end my buffoonery.

...All hypothetical, of course, Mister NSA agent. It's all parody. :)

I don't quite think this is a question we can answer with any specifics in any kind of serious matter, but regardless of your scope of activity (even if it's strictly legal), this should be a good enough framework for you to start with to do your own homework. It's a bit more with the mundane in mind, but societal upheavals come with a lot of mundane problems to solve.

To elaborate on each point in a bit more detail though:

Reading: I'm not saying you need to study tons of literature and hard theory to figure out the perfect flawless system to put into place, but doing some more serious reading will help tremendously with envisioning what kind of system you actually want to replace the current one with, and in doing so, find more specific ways to enact the kind of change you want to see.

There are flashier ways to force change, like for example the joke about molotov'ing a factory, and it's still very important to note that yes the rich are motivated by profits and thus respond more to serious threats on their profits than their lives, but it's not just the surface-level quantities of cash that keep them in power, but the whole structure itself. Even if it doesn't feel like it, anything that moves reliance away from the authoritative/economic power imbalances that be and instead towards mutual community-sustained support networks to take care of everyone's needs, those are each a number of tiny pegs you're knocking down each time. A slow and perhaps mundane method, but a methodical death to the rich by removing their fuel, if you will.

Preparation: This applies to many things, from knowing the ins and outs of any subject matter you're tackling, but also having backup plans and supplies for any number of emergencies or crises. Particularly important here though I'd say, is making sure you have the kind of equipment you'd want ahead of time if things get rough, and I mean real rough. We can all hope for the best, but the fact of the matter is things might get really, really messy, and you don't want to be shopping online for gas masks and other protective gear only to find everything's sold out or indefinitely delayed. I'd recommend looking at protests in other countries for that (past or present) and see what you can learn from them, too. The Hong Kong protests in particular come to mind, but whatever works.

Networks: Fairly straightforward, but incredibly important. Not only can you not make a community effort without a community, but also, the more people you can get involved, the easier it'll be to pull things off. It all comes down to what specifically you're tackling of course, but not only can buddies help lend a hand or cover for you, but being in touch with people involved with whatever your target is can help too in planning whatever you're doing.

Subversion: Basically, creating the society you're looking for by subverting existing structures and replacing them with better, community-led structures instead. Whatever your ideal world looks like, it's not going to just poof into existence, not now, and not even if you pushed a button to magically kill all the 1% instantly. You don't need to wait for the signal to do your part of a revolution, just assume it's already started and get working.

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Note: I may have my own thoughts on the matter, but if you're actually serious about any of this, I unfortunately can't help too much there as I don't exactly got the most experience or knowledge in this regard yet (and also it's stupid as hell to talk specifics of what you're doing online, anyway). But, I personally find An Anarchist FAQ to be a really good highly extensive resource for any number of questions you might have, especially as it helps answer a lot of vague doubts and gives a really good framework for developing your own ideas of what change might look like. Definitely just a book to skim the table of contents for what grabs your interest though, as it is quite hefty and even I've only barely scratched the surface of it. The rest of the site it's hosted on is pretty solid, too. Definitely give the place a look-over when you can.

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you are an undercover agent, still fairly new at the job & on the search for two notorious con men, who might be part of a gang in the mafia. it's your job to figure out what's going on but oh my, are they more dashing than expected.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : switch!reader sub!jungkook dom!taehyung smut , cursing, forced into s*x , cream pie , fingering , blowjob , double penetration

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3k

hello everyone! this officialy my second fanfic I've written, so pardon if there are any mistakes, grammar errors, etc. feedback is appreciated greatly! hope u love the fic!! ^_^

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you wore a black suit that was nicely tailored to your body. you were driving around in San Francisco because you were assigned to work there for the day. all you knew so far was that you were after two con men who might've been involved in serious Mafia activity. you kept your ears on alert, waiting for more information from your agency. finally, you got an incoming call on your watch.

"hello?"

"hey y/n, it's seulgi. so I've found the house you need to go into, it's in the Presidio Hights neighborhood. I'll send you the full address. " *ding* came in the address & seulgi continued on. "the two men are Korean with the names Jeon Jeongguk & Kim Taeyhung. remember, be careful, we have no idea what these two are capable of, there's evidence pointing to them being in the Seo-bang Faction group."

"don't worry," your replied. " I might be one of the newer agents, but I've been taught well. "

"ok. we're counting on you. we have backup, but it'll take about 10minutes to get to the mansion since we don't want them to discover us. "

"gotcha. I'll call once I'm done." & you hung up the phone.

you pulled out the message with the address, put on your navigation system & started driving towards your destination.

thirty minutes later, you arrived & parked nearby the grand mansion you were to go inside of. you scouted far away with a special type of glasses to find an entry way. there was easy to open windows on the second story & you made your way to the mansion. going through the window, you stepped onto the plush, maroon colored carpet. finally inside, you walked as quietly as you could, your shoes were designed anyways to be as quiet as possible but it was better to be safe than sorry. it was surprisingly quite minimalistic with decor, the decor itself though being very ornate. you looked down the interior balcony. a grand set of marble stairs led up to the second floor & third floor. you started walking up to the third floor, there were some pretty expensive looking paintings leading up. finally reaching to the top, you walked down the long corridor. checking in each room if there were any signs of life. no luck. where in the hell were they? could it have been possible they knew somehow someone was coming & left? the final room you were about to check was the biggest, the master bedroom. the first thing you took notice of was the huge espresso colored canopy bed with a velvety crimson bed spread. there were also a few shelves with gold items & books on them. you looked through them all, to see if there was anything hidden but there was nothing. you checked in the huge bathroom, nothing. just a beautiful & large bathtub & joint sink. puzzled, you sat on top of the bed. you hadn't a clue what to do next. there weren't any new messages from the agency, so the two must've been in the house somewhere. you started to feel a sudden wave of drowsiness wash over you. was it because of the jet lag? no, this isn't normal. it was probably sleeping gas. you were now barely able to keep your eyes open & saw two figures walk into the room. {shit.} you thought, & blacked out.

what seemed to be hours later, you slowly started to regain consciousness. you were calling out to your watch to call your agency & nothing happened. you now realized you were tied to a chair & stripped of gadgets, weaponry & even your own clothes. you started to turn your chair around the room to find if there was anyone around. in came from the corridor & into the bedroom the two men you were supposed to find. they both were nicely tailored, as to be expected but the thing that had caught you off guard was their visuals. the two seemed to be in their twenties & were very, very good looking. they sat down onto a sofa that was across from you, both staring intently into your eyes.

"well," said the one with particularly long eyelashes "are you going to start talking or no? "

"yeah, we're not waiting all day for an answer. " vocalized the other, looking you up & down.

you felt absolutely mortified. not only were these men goddamn gorgeous, but you were only in the pair of black lace underwear that was concealed underneath your suit, which was now in a bundle in the corner of the room.

"I was sent here to investigate the two of you."

"by whomst?" asked the one with the long eyelashes.

you stayed silent. if these men were really part of the Seo-bang Faction group you could never let them know where you worked at, for your whole agency could be in grave danger.

"still not trying to talk hm? bring out the gun, jeongguk."

your eyes widened, trying to maintain a calm face. jeongguk went out of the bedroom. a few seconds later, he came back in with an old fashioned looking pistol, handing it over to taehyung. taehyung cocked the gun.

"now tell me, with WHOM are you working for? " he spoke watching intently.

"I'm not going to tell unless you tell me about yourself first." you retaliated.

"oh well, suit yourself." he pointed the gun & pulled the trigger.

your eyes we're closed shut & you were sweating bullets until you realized that you were still alive.

taehyung was chuckling. "oh my, you should've seen your face then, it was priceless i tell you, priceless."

"are you going to kill me?" you asked, clearly shaken.

"oh trust me, he could have" jeongguk interjected "we already knew someone was coming here, we just wanted to have some fun. there are no bullets in that so there wasn't any way to kill you with it. "

"aren't you concerned I'm trying to report about you two? your members of that gang no? "

"haha, no. I can assure you we are just simple, cunning assholes, who like to do frauds, maybe a few scams here & there, but we're not involved in some huge Mafia group."

"do you expect me to believe you?"

"yes, I guess. after all, what else can you do now that you're stuck here?"

"so...what do you want from me then?" you asked.

"like I told you, fun."

"what do you mean exactly? "

"to put it simple, a real fun, hot fuck. we haven't had one of those in a while. sure, you can get a prostitute & we have no problems getting any person that we want, but this, this is much more interesting. " jeongguk said smirking, crossing his arms.

"if you do it, we'll let you go. "taehyung added, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers.

what the hell were you supposed to do in a situation like this? sure, you had been in difficult situations before, but not like this. this....what were you supposed to tell your agency? you were forced into sleeping with two men who were possibly in the mafia? there had to be another way out of it...

"listen, unless you have super powers & can magically weasel yourself out of very tight rope, there's no other way for you to get out of this. " taehyung said almost as if he could read your mind. "so is it a yes?"

you gave a slow nod.

"hmmm, ok great. well, not that you had much of a choice anyway but I promise you won't regret it. " taehyung stated confidently. "jeongguk, untie her."

& he untied you. rubbing your sore wrists, you looked up at the man who untied you. god, he really was good looking.

"so, what now?" you asked slowly standing up.

"we need to know three things." said jeongguk. "one, are you dominant or a sub, or both? two, what is your safe word? I know technically what we are doing isn't legal, but it's no fun if you're uncomfortable and lastly, three. can you take two cocks at once? "

"I'm a switch, & hell, I bet I could take two. for a safe word...." you looked around "gold."

"ok cool, let's get started then." jeongguk said while pushing you onto the bed.

taehyung stood up from the couch & walked over. the two now standing over your smaller frame, like two foxes staring at their prey hungrily.

"you suck on him." said taehyung pointing at jeongguk. "I'll take care of you."

jeongguk started to unfasten his belt & you, still on the bed turned so you were horizontal,in a dog position. only pants down, you palmed him through his boxers. you finally pulled them down & revealed his half hard on. he was in your hand & you gave a few quick strokes & took him in vigorously. he let out a low groan, you could feel him already growing in your mouth & started to move while you were sucking. he put his hand on your head, keeping you at a steady pace. meanwhile, taehyung was behind you, on the other side of the bed, palming your ass. the feeling of the cold rings on his fingers squeezing your flesh made you gasp. he traced his fingers over to your underwear & pulled them to the side. he ghosted over your slit, collecting some of your wetness onto his fingers. gently, he prodded a finger up your pussy. slowly moving it, in & out & added another one. you moaned, vibrating against jeongguk's cock.

"oh shit, do that again." he said head thrown back a bit, holding onto your head tighter.

taehyung inserted another finger; now three fingers were knuckle deep into you. you could hear how wet you were by the way your pussy was squelching. you had muffled moans for jeongguk kept your mouth full. you had difficulty not crumbling under taehyungs touch, his hands working like magic. he pulled out of you & you whined, desperately clenching around nothing.

"pull out." taehyung said to jungkook while licking off his fingers. jungkook nodded. "y/n was it? go put that brat in his place & do not let him touch you. "

taehyung walked over to a piece of furniture, rummaged around a drawer & came back with a blindfold & handcuffs.

"put these on him." taehyung said as he handed you them.

"aw shit really?? why can't I see?" jeongguk whined, giving a little pout & took off his top.

"because you were having a little too much fun over there. plus, you like being a sub anyways."

jeongguk & you went towards the headboard. you snapped on the handcuffs & tied the blind fold on jeongguk "don't worry," you whispered to him, starting to pull off your panties & bra. "I'll take care of you real good." & it sent shivers down his spine.

you positioned him to your entrance & sank down on him. you both moaned in unison , the stretch feeling incredible. his hips had already starting to move; you bounced up & down on him, hips sometimes twirling. you gave attention to his neck & started to lick & give damp kisses.

taehyung felt his hard on press tightly against his pants & started to undress. he went back to the same drawer from before & he brought out a bottle of lube & got onto the bed. he poured a considerable amount of lube onto his fingers & sat behind you. he took to your neck & started leaving kisses & bites on it, causing you to softly moan.

"do you need to be warmed up? or do you think you can handle me now?" he asked against you, stroking his cock in anticipation.

"I mmm think I can take you." you said, moving yourself a little so you were in an angle that he could get inside of you.

"can I have the blindfold off please? I really want to see this." jeongguk said, hips grinding up into yours.

"ok, take it off of him y /n." & you went & did as he said.

taehyung didn't waste any time, he moved his cock over your unoccupied hole,teasing you for a bit, & finally slid in. you moaned out loud, tears starting to form in your eyes. taehyung felt girthier whereas jeongguk was longer, you felt so full & it was wonderful.

"fuck." taehyung groaned against your ear "you're so damn tight." & started to thrust.

you & jeongguk didn't move as much anymore because you both could feel him thrusting into you. taehyung thought he'd take it up a notch & slapped your ass. you moaned out, surprised & had tightened around jeongguk.

"oh my god, I'm gonna cum." he cried out, thighs starting to shake a little.

"I only want you to come when she does. " taehyung said as he thrusted deeper & deeper into you, slapping your ass harder, winning another lovely moan out from you.

taehyung bent over you now & cupped one hand around your tit & the other snaked down to your clit. between the deep penetration in your pussy, the thrusting in your ass, one of taes hands playing with your nipple & the other rubbing circles on your clit, you felt your climax approaching you.

"oh fuck- I'm about to cum." you moaned out, barely able to stay in position, feeling as if you were about to break.

"go then. you can go now too jeongguk." taehyung said, his own thrusts starting to get sloppier.

you clenched around the both of them, moaning out. jeongguk moaned out right after you, finally releasing, shaking beneath you. which triggered a somewhat chain reaction & made taehyung release right after, filling you up to the brim with cum. the three of you rode it all out together. cum was dripping out your pussy & ass, glistening on both of their cocks. you all were panting on top of each other, taehyung pulled out & went to grab some tissues in the drawer of a night stand. you pulled yourself off of jungkook & unchained his hands from the bed. you flopped in the middle of the bed, chest heaving with probably the most fucked out looking face ever. taehyung cleaned the two of you off & then himself, then slid right next to you, eyes starting to close. 

you had no idea how long you slept for, but you could see that it was still light out. then you remembered you were supposed to let seulgi know if the two were suspicious. "shit!" you exclaimed & hurried out of the bed. you picked up your watch from the corner of the room & frantically searched her number to call her. she picked up.

"hello? y/n are you ok?" seulgi asked with concern. "you were off the radar for hours, we were about to send some people over because we weren't get any responses from you."

"oh, no no I'm fine! I think maybe I went offline since I didn't see any incoming messages until now. " you said as you tried to make up something.

"hmmm, that's odd. did you find out anything? "

"sadly no, there's no evidence of their involvement it seems like."

"well then, I'd suggest you leave. we have another place for you to check out. tell me once you're on the road."

"ok." you replied. "I'll talk to you later on." & you hung up.

you went back to the bed & realized taehyung was gone & jeongguk was awake. "you're leaving already?" he asked, with a tinge of disappointment in his voice. he then reached his into the drawer of the nightstand & pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"yeah. I need to continue working or they'll think something is suspicious. " you said sliding into your pants.

"awe, that sucks. do you want one by the way?" he asked, lighting a cigarette.

"no thanks, I don't really smoke." you said, collecting all your stuff & putting it onto the bed.

"well, do you want some red wine maybe?"

you paused. "sure." & sat down next to him, taking the glass of wine he had on top of the nightstand.

"by the way, you were amazing. I don't think I've had that much fun in a good while. " he looked at you with his pretty round eyes, releasing a bit of smoke out of his mouth.

"thank you. I don't think I've ever had that much fun before, ever." you replied taking a sip of the wine. "especially with someone rumored to be in the mafia."

"yeah, pretty crazy isn't it? I don't think you expected any of this at all." he smiled. "we need to do this again, if you're up to it."

"I think I would be." giving him a little smirk. "it's not everyday you find two incredibly hot guys willing to be fuck buddies. I might have to fly back to San Francisco just to fuck. "

you heard footsteps approaching the room & finally saw taehyung, standing in the door way in a cream colored robe with a glass of red wine in his hand.

"so, you're finally awake." he said coming into the room. "how was it?"

"I liked it very much. I just told jeongguk I'll fly back to San Francisco just to fuck you guys." you giggled.

taehyung laughed, getting into the bed with you two. " I hope that is true because I'd love to do this again sometime. " wrapping an arm around you.

"definitely. I have to go now though." you said disappointedly. "I'm expected to continue working."

"hmmm, that's a shame." taehyung said sipping his wine. " I need to give you me & jeongguk's number."

"sure." you two exchanged numbers. "well, I've got to go sadly; wish I could stay longer. today was very enjoyable." you said, buttoning up your blazer.

before you walked out, jeongguk called to you "I hope you can come back! " he said, him & taehyung smirking. you smirked back, waved at them & left.

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Chapter 7: New lease on life

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You weren't headed towards the police station but the building of the Hero public safety commission, so they were liars as well, it was very fitting for them. When they did stop they grabbed you by your arm and harshly pulled you out of the car.

“Wouldn't you normally take me to the police station?” You said

“We would if you weren’t involved with a high stack villain.” The man said, “Also word of advice, start talking right away to avoid the negations.”

“What?” you asked looking very confused as the two of you went into an elevator and he pressed the down button

“I thought you would be smarter than this, weren't you in school to become a surgeon, to think you would throw that all out.” He said, you rolled your eyes, as the elevator dinged and he escorted you down the hall outside a door where someone was waiting and he handed you off to them and left down the hallway, the other guy opened the door and shoved you down on a seat

“Stay still if you make any movements we won't hesitate to take drastic measurements.” He said leaving the room, how classy of them. You waited, and waited and waited some more before someone came in a familiar face.

“Hello again (last name).” The president said

“OH it's you, you know you didn't have to do the whole sending a squat team and escorting me off-campus in the biggest way possible,” you said

“I think you have bigger things to worry about.” she said putting the note down “I think you know what this is.”

Way to be caught between a rock and a hard place.

“What about it?” you asked

“We know this was front eh nighthawk, and the whole thanks for not snitching on me, I found very interested.” She said, “Now we need your cooperation.”

“Why would I do that?” you asked “I don't like you guys very much, so far you have arrested me twice and brought me to some shady underground interrogation room.”

“(name) the Nighthawk isn't someone you want to get mixed up in, we know he killed Akio, now tell me the whole truth.” “You really want to know the real story?” you asked

“Very much so.” She said

“Well okay, there I was trying to get some girl out of being assaulted, and Akio jumps on me and started strangling me, I was going to die, but then what happens, suddenly he is off me and pinned to the wall, this Nighthawk told me to leave and to take the girl,” you said

“So you were lying to us?” she asked

“You guys have exactly proven you are the most sympathetic people.” you said “But I don't know anything about him.”

“Why didn't you report him, or tell the police?”

“Not like they would have taken it seriously.” you said “and then once I left the police station, you go and stalk me and get so many of your employees hurt.” “I too am curious as to why he attacked them, they weren't after him.” She said

“Ask him not me, oh wait you can’t,” you said

“(name) we can have you put in jail for a very long time if you refuse to cooperate.” She said

“I’m calling your bluff, if you wanted me in jail you would have taken me there instead of here, I anti helping you,” you said

“Guess we have to convince you to cooperate another way,” she said getting up and leaving, as two men came in and grabbed you again dragging you off to another lower level and strapped onto a chair.

“Do what you need to get her cooperation.” The president said as another man walked in

“Quirk?” he asked, you stayed quiet “I’ll ask you again, quirk?”

“Why does it matter?” you asked, he raised his hand and placed a stinging slap across your face

“One more time your quirk?” he asked, you didn't answer and he placed another slap across your face, you just spat on his shoe.

“Fine be that way.” he said looking at your file.``He said, “Okay, you have talons, you flex your fingers and sharp knives like talons emerge from under your nails.”

“IF you had my record why the hell are you asking me for it?” you said, as he got out pair of pliers

“This should do it,” he said and you balled your hands in a fist, guess these people here saw you as nothing more than an accomplice to murder.

“Shit shit shit.” Hawks was thinking to himself as he was flying to the HPSC, this wasn’t good as he landed in an alleyway, it was hard to sneak around when you had two giant pairs of redwings on your back. They took you during the day something down there was near impossible, just what exactly were they planning, he knew they had taken you down to the sub-basement, well it was impossible for him to sneak down there without getting caught, he knew of one guy who would be able to get him down there and yoink you out of there in one piece, he didn't like who it was though.

As hawks flew down to a seemingly abandon bar he was confused, he looked at the card that the guy who was covered in mist said saying if he changed his mind come here, Hawks was looking around the location and seemingly nothing, he didn't have time to waste so he banged on the back door if this was some sort of sick joke he wasn't laughing, he was just about to leave when a black portal opened up, guess that was the cue to go in.

“Glad to see you have changed your mind.” He heard and looked towards Kurogiri

“Well not really changed my mind, I am not interested in joining any type of group, I need a favor.” Hawks said

“Forget it.” He heard another voice saw who was at the end of the bar, he never got used to the hands covering his face, didn't it smell.

“Now Tomura this is where negotiations come in.” Kurogiri said, “Still If you are expecting a favor from us without expecting us to ask something of you, I am afraid you are flying too high.”

“Because the lack of oxygen is messing with your brain,” Tomura said

“Hey look here, I am all for repaying favors here.” Hawks said

“Well, we don't need you.” Tomura said, “I already have my ace in the hole for the first plan of attack.” Tomura said “And I have more than enough players for it. You are too late, now piss off.”

“Okay...harsh.” Hawks said, “But think of me as a backup plan.”

“I already have a backup plan.” Tomura said, “Still I suppose having you as a player in the future would be useful, but what exactly is your favor you want from us?”

“Well I kinda got this person mixed up and the HPSC is keeping her in the sub-basement, and I can't sneak in that far.” Hawks said, “Look you hate heros', I hate who they work for.”

“What exactly is your goal here?” Kurogiri asked

“I want to see the HPSC crumble.” Hawks said, “But now it's just personal.”

“Hmm, tell you what bird brain, if I have my Kurogiri teleport you down there and back, you will owe a favor no questions asked, got it.”

“Got it.” Hawks said

“Kurogiri, you know the location of the sub-basement right.” Tomura asked

“That is correct but chances are once my quirk is activated down there it will set off an alarm, you will have to move quickly,” Kurogiri said

“Well, that's what I'm known for.” Hawks said

You were seeing white from pain, your left hand was shaking as blood was dripping out from under your nail, you looked over in pure shock, you saw your left thumb talon laying on the desk, so this was their plan huh, rip your nails out till you agree to work with them. You were just about to pass out with pain when the man slapped you across the face again.

“Wake up, don’t be passing out on me, now you want to have your right one out next, or your left pinky finger?” He asked, “Or we can skip all this and you can just be corporate.”

“If...if you think, for one second I am going to be anything but cooperative with you after you ripped out my talon, you must have something wrong with you,” you said as you were dry heaving

“Okay, pinky finger it is then.” He said, you gritted your teeth as he presses your pinky talon out right before a loud blazing alarm went off

‘CODE RED, CODE RED, INFILTRATOR ON THE SUB-BASEMENT LEVELS’

The man who just ripped your talon off ran out and locked the door and this must of been your lucky day, your hand was shaking front he pains till you heard a loud ‘thunk’ again the door which could only assume to be a body before the door opened and you saw hawks

“There you are-Holy fuck what the hell did they do to you!?” Hawks said looking at your thumb that was dripping blood, you had better days, he was horrified but not surprised as he ran over and tried to undo the straps that were keeping you on the chair “OH screw it I'm taking the chair, hey I kind of need to portal now.”

To your shock, you managed to get out of there and we're in a weird bar, maybe the pain was making you hallucinate, still, as hawks were tugging on the straps Tomura spoke up

“I thought you said it was someone important, not your damn girlfriend.” Tomura said, “Like someone who was actually useful.”

“She is important to me.” Hawks said getting your arms undone then working on the ones around your ankles “And she isn't my girlfriend either.”

“Well, you got her back so now you owe us Hawks.” Tomura said

“I know I know I'm not one to go around breaking my word.” HE said as got out and looked at your hands “Oh those ...can’t believe this.”

“Well whatever you're going to go on a rampage about isn't going to happen here, Kurogiri you can send them away now,” Tomura said as Kurogiri opened a warp gate

“We will call for you when we need it,” Kurogiri said as hawks slung you over his shoulder

“Noted.” Hawks said stepping through and finding it a bit odd that they knew the location of his hideout, not that he stayed in one place for long. You still looked out of it, what happened in there all he knew was that your thumb was bleeding and you were in searing pain, he had some sort of pain medication around here right?

He sat you down on the floor as he was searching around.

“Hawks….what are you doing?” you asked “Who were those guys, and where the hell am i.”

“One question at a time please.” Hawks said handing you a glass of water and some Tylenol

“I'm going to need a strong opioid for this,” you said but taking what you could, you did take the medication.

“(name) what exactly happened down there?” Hawks asked pointing to your left thumb

“Oh that...they wanted my cooperation for something but when I refused, they took out one of my talons,” you said

“....they did what?’ Hawks said trying to remain calm, you just nodded your head

“My left thumb talon, the guy ripped it out, he was going for my pinky one but luckily you came in time.”

“I saw some guy leave the room you were in and I thought him against the door, didn't know he did well...that. He said pointing to your thumb

“I’ll be okay, I just need some bandages.” you said “But where the hell am I?”

“Well at my place.” Hawks said, “I don't usually hang around one palace for long so it's a little under furnished, I'll go try to find some bandages.” Hawks said as you nodded your head using your shirt to put pressure on your injury. Hawks came out with some gazes and you took them from him. “You want some help?” He asked

“I know how to wrap up wounded better than you.” you said “Don't take that offensively but the number of scars on your arms shows that you don't exactly know how to treat a wound.”

“Haha well, you're not wrong.” Hawks said, “So what are you going to do now?”

“What do you mean, according to them I'm an accomplice to murder, of one of the most dangerous villains in japan, got broken out by a said villain, I can’t just go back to school after this.”

“That's kind of what I'm referring to, you don't know anyone in the underground that you can just crash with-”

“Ahem.” you said staring him down “Sorry buddy but as of now you are kind of stuck with me.”

“Ohhh I see, that makes the most sense, and since this is my fault, okay I'll take you under my wing.”

“Stop with the bird puns.” You said “Look I'm not exactly the most athletic type, but I am smarter than most, so tell you what, you keep me from the HPSC, I'll be your medic.” you said

“Well that sounds like a sweet deal, you would be valuable there aren't a lot of medics in my line of work.” Hawks said doing air quotes around the word work.

“So look you keep me from getting arrested and provide me with basic food and shelter, 'll help in what way I can in your goal, along with being your medic, do we have a deal?” you said sticking out your right hand

“Sounds like a deal.” Hawks said shaking your hand, this was the start of your new life.

[dnarez]

In Need Of Help

Summary:

Pro hero Shinso is in need of more evidence to get a crazy man that has been eating pieces of people, he would do anything for some help.

[This is a gift for my followers in all platforms, forgiving me so much views, kudos, votes and followers in all my accounts, I'm very thankful for everything, so here's a little something]

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His heels clicking on the pavement and a nearby bar was the only things that were making noise on that, cold and dark night.

Shinso knew that he shouldn't be there, even if now he was a licensed Pro Hero, he needed this, only one more information, one last victim, one small proof, and the case would be over.

That damn monster that lurks around every hour of the day would be behind bars, but for that to happen, for the victims to be able to sleep without a care in the world, he needed to do this, he needed to be here.

Here, in the middle of nowhere, with no backup, and cross dressing.

Someone, a monster, had been eating people, but only bits of them, the Thing would cut a piece of the victims body, sometimes a few pieces, normally from the legs or the arms. It didn't matter if you were woman or man, the Thing loved juicy and savory meat. By what the victims told him, they would be sedated on the area and cut open, the 911 would be called by their own cellphone, and a voice would ask for help, they probably used a voice modifier.

The Thing was described as a big and scary humanoid lizard, with golden scales all over their body, by the looks of it, the Thing was a male, but Shinso thought otherwise, he thought about what the victims said that happened before the attacks, sometimes a person would call for help, others were tapped on their shoulder, some were asked directions or the time, and others were asked if they wanted to have some "fun". But from all those times a female voice was permanent, the police said that it could be the work of two people, but that seemed very unlikely, since every single one of those victims said that it was only one voice, only one monster.

And now Shinso was walking around dressed as a woman, going through the almost empty streets, since most of their victims were female, he decided to make himself an easier bait.

'From 999 victims more than 80% were women, I hope this works'

By using a tight fit sweater like dress, some leggings, a wig and some make up Shinso looked just like any other women going home late at night

'I can't be too confident' he curved his body around the purse, looking down to the ground and trying to walk fast through the dark streets.

When walking by the bar some drunk men whistled and grabbed his arm "Come on sweetie we can have some fun with each other, why don't you look at me?"

The smell of cheap beer was sickening, but Shinso couldn't drop the act and punch that man's face, so he started to struggle against the drunk, with a choker that modified his voice to of a female, he said "LET ME GO!" The high pitched voice echoed throughout the empty street.

The drunk man pulled him closer, since Shinso was using heels he lost his balance and couldn't pull his arm from the man's grasp, who started to grope his ass "Ooooh! What a nice ass! You must go to the gym, come on~ I just want to have some fun with you baby"

"I said-!"

Suddenly the grip on his ass and arm was released, a humanoid dragon with golden scales, horns coming from their hair and was 5 meters tall held the drunk by his neck.

Shinso looked shocked at their size.

"The lady told you to let her go" the sweet and feminine voice didn't fit that thing.

The drunk was put on the floor, she glared at him "get out of here before I change my mind" he run back to the bar.

Shinso was still in shock looking at her "Y-you..."

The humanoid picked up his purse and gave it back to him.

"Y-you-... I-I-I..." Shinso sighs and calm himself down "thank you!" He smiled at her, and see she smiles back.

"Do you need help? This place is always a dessert at this hour, I can take you to your home"

'Bingo!' Hitoshi has to hold himself to not smile in victory "I don't want to bother you!" He says with a sickly sweet voice, and looks away playing that he's a shy girl.

"It won't be a bother, two women waking around is better than one alone, I know my way around here pretty well, why don't you tell me where you live so that I can take you there."

He nods and tells a hotel address.

"Oh! I'm also staying there! What floor you are in?" The tip of her tail is sawing lightly

"3rd floor"

She gasps and puts her hand on her chest "Me too! Let's go! You must be tired!"

He nods and smiles.

They walk side by side, but then she huffs and looks at the sky "I can take you there faster if we fly, I'm too lazy to walk" she picks him up with her tail around his waist and puts him on her shoulders.

"W-wait!" But she doesn't listens, and her size gets bigger, now she's 11 m.

With too much easiness you, the dragon humanoid, fly up in the air, over the city.

He holds tight to your horns, wait... the victims told them that it was a lizard looking person, the Thing could distort their voice, he just-... he got the wrong person, as you glide through the sky his wig fly away, he shrieks, panicking.

You laugh at him "You should have used that weird hair glue man"

"Y-you knew!?" He looks at you surprised.

"Of course! Your natural body odor can't be hidden by a mere cheap perfume"

Shinso blushes heavily. "I'm sorry I confused you with the cannibal that is running around eating people" he looks down at your scales and is impressed by their glow.

"You're not the first cutie, now why don't you tell me your name?"

Hitoshi covers his face with one hand. "You can call me MindJack, it's my hero name"

You nod and shook yourself "hold on, I'm gonna dive!" He holds tightly on your horns as you nose dive till you were next enough from the building you transform to a smaller dragon when you land on the roof. "You can let go now"

He releases you and step back, but falls on his ass since he was using heels.

"Hey... your cute!" You get close to his face, close enough that he can feel your breath.

Blushing heavily he gets up and nods to her "Thank you but I-" he notices he's necklace activated and turns it off "Thank you, but I have to go" your face lights up when you hear his voice "I really need some evidence on that guy".

"I can help you then" you state simply

"What!? NO! You are a civilian, how can you help me?" Hitoshi crosses his arms

"Because, my dear pro hero, you are trying to capture my good for nothing brother" you start pacing around him, about 2 m of distance.

"How do I know that you're saying the truth?" Shinso squint his eyes at you "you could very well be lying"

You nod, stopping in front of him "I can show you where he puts the meat that he doesn't eat"

"I thought he ate all of it"

You shook your head "He likes to put it away, like a prize, know what I'm saying?"

Shinso nods "let's go to the police station and-"

You flare up at that, now a pose extremely intimidating, with your wings open and tail waving around, nervous. "I think the fuck not! You are going to find that place alone if you want the police involved!"

"NO! Please! That monster is already in his 999 victim!"

She squints at him "no police, and no other pro heroes, I'm not found of that type"

He nods quickly, this is the only lead they got in the last 4 years, but something has been bugging him "Where is he right now? He didn't eat no one the last 2 weeks."

"He's waiting, he wants the people to be less aware at night, it is his last victim, he wants a whole person this time"

Hitoshi gulps "Where is he?"

"Don't know" you shrug "but since people are back at the streets at night he will be back in-" you stop and look at the moon, figuring out the time "in a few hours, maybe 5 or 6"

That put the pro hero on edge "what will he do when he gets back?"

You think for a bit and goes back to pacing around him "probably sleep, call me, and when the night falls he will go out and take his 1000 victim" you stop by his side this time "but I can help you~"

Shinso stops and things about it for a bit, if what she's saying is true then someone will be eaten alive that same shitty day. "And how exactly are you going to help me?"

"That's easy! I will put something for him to sleep on his morning juicy, he will sleep, I tie him up, and give him to you, with also his address so that you can take all the evidence necessary"

"You can't put someone to sleep and delivery it to me!"

"Yes I can, I will be his 'last victim' and say that I thought he would kill me, so you will just tell the cops that you came and rescued me from him, TCHARAM! What do you think about that?"

Hitoshi stops in his tracks, the cold midnight air on his skin makes him shiver from cold. "But what do you want in return? It's impossible that you are doing this just because you want to help, if you wanted to help you would have at the beginning of his attacks"

You nod at him and stops by his side, enveloping him with a wing, looking him up and down "You are right, I want something- no... I want someone, I want to have some fun... with you" you gently grab him by his chin "It's cold, let's go inside, so I can get my payment" you put your hand on his ass and nudge him to the roof door.

"W-wait! I didn't agree to this!" You stop and look at him amused.

"Oh! So you have another choice? That's news to me, since you didn't have enough option to not dress up as a woman" you gently hold the hem of his dress with a finger.

Hitoshi trembles, now realizing that you are right, if he wants your much-needed help he will... have to sell his body. "B-but I never-!" Shinso blushes, hard.

You laugh mocking him"You are a virgin!? How old are you? 25? 24? That's gold! Well... for me" when you pass the door and start going down the stairs with a hand on his lower back, you also take that time to transform in to your human form, with only small horns, a thin tail and small wings visible.

You look like a succubus to him, but the normal clothing doesn't match the lustful look on your eyes.

...

Opening the door to your bedroom and pushing him in with you was easy.

He sits on the bed and take off his heels as he watches you walking around. "How is this going to go?" Shinso feels small, like when people called him a villain in his youth.

Hitoshi was thinking of how he's an idiot for not taking his capture weapon with him, and even if he did, he realizes that it would be useless right now, but having it would be some kind of comfort.

You see him lost in thoughts, fumbling with his fingers, he's so cute! Even if he's tall for a man, he's small to you, as you walk around the room and go to the bathroom to get the bath ready, you hear soft steps walking to you.

"Don't you want something else?" When you look at him, he doesn't meet your eyes, he looks even smaller right now, hugging himself, in clear discomfort.

"I'm a doctor, I don't need money, I don't want fame or exposure, nor do I want anything that you may have... well, besides your body" you chuckle and start stripping.

Hitoshi blushes and closes his eyes. "I-I can find you someone better, maybe another pro hero, I was a classmate with some of the top 10 heroes, maybe yo-"

"Don't want it" you say like it was obvious "I don't like heroes in general, you are the first one that I feel attracted to" you walk to him and get smaller, now you're just a little taller than him, his sight is directly at your breast, but sadly he's eyes are closed. "Do you need help, or you can take your clothes off yourself?"

Shinso shivers from just thinking about her passing her hands over his body "I can do it!" He tries to keep his voice strong.

"So go on" you sit at the border of the big bathtub "give me a nice show will you?"

He looks at your naked form still blushing and then looks at the bathtub "aren't we just going to fuck? Why do I have to take a bath?"

"You are too feminine right now, don't get me wrong I love a woman in my bed, but right now I'm hungry for some masculine men at my feet and losing control" you put something on the water and mix it with your hand.

Taking a shaky breath he starts to get undressed. Shinso is disgusted at himself, selling his body to a random woman who says she is the attacker's sister, but... he has no other lead to that Thing, this is the last hope. So Hitoshi takes a deep breath and start to taking the dress off, he never thought that this would be his first time... he wanted to be with a lover or at least a friend that took pity on him, not this... in a run down hotel, with a stranger that says they have a lead. Being a hero sure sucks.

"Hmmmm, what a nice body!" He looks at your back and sees your thin tail make a heart shape "now the pants and underwear at the same time"

With a shuddering breath he takes them off, covering his dick with his hands feeling exposed under your eyes.

"Now come here, I want to feel you"

He obeys now in front of you, as you stay sat on the bath border.

You take his hands in yours and smile "we can stop this at any moment, you can go on without losing your virginity to me" Shinso sighs relieved and smiles down at you "but of course, I won't tell you anything or help you an all" his smile drops and a frown takes place, he shook his head, and you lick your lips at that. "Now let's start to clean you, the fun will begin soon enough"

You hold his hand and get inside the bathtub, pulling him with you as you sit down.

Shinso stays a little far from you, but you're still holding his hand.

Taking deep breaths and relaxing was good and all, but you wanted more, so you pulled him closer and kissed him.

The hero did not pull back, and instead kissed you back, that made you eager, as you licked his bottom lip asking for entrance, Shinso started having doubts, so he didn't open his mouth, well. Until he felt you grabbing his balls and massaging it, gasping in surprise was enough for you to start a full tongue kiss.

He grows and whimpers against your mouth, he turns you on so much! Maybe you should keep him, but let's see if at the end he will be your good boy or a damn pro hero.

He's dick start to get hard from you massaging his balls, and the kiss is getting louder from all the saliva, that may also be turning him on, it's the first time someone else touches him there.

Your tongue is bigger and longer than an average one, is also pointy and very flexible, so it's easy to wrap yours around his one, and you suck it, at that he moans, you separate the kiss to let him breath, and the face he makes is incredible, making you extremely turned on, damn this man is going to be your end.

"So cute, so sweet!" You day, and he gasps air and hold your hand when you squeeze his balls lightly.

"Please... that's enough... I should go and- AAAAHG!" he shouts surprised by the feeling of something on his nipple, but your arms didn't move, one was behind his shoulder holding his neck from behind, and the other fondling with his balls, so what-

Looking down he saw the tip of your tail, it was a straight tip, no heart or anything, just like a snake's tail, it was doing circles on his nipple, with just enough pressure to turn him on.

"You are so sensitive! Do you pinch your nipples when you masturbate?"

"What!? No- AAAAAHG!" his hips jerks, you had suddenly licked his nipple.

"Don't lie to me~♡ they wouldn't be this sensitive if you never touched them" taking his nipple in your mouth and sucking it has Shinso growling.

"YES! I do pinch my nipples when I masturbate!"

You hum with his nipple in mouth making him whimper at the vibration, he moves his hand to try and alleviate himself a little, but your hand that was on his balls is faster, grabbing his dick and jerking it with enthusiasm.

That has Hitoshi on cloud nine, with the tail now wrapping around his balls and moving Itself without stopping, your mouth sucking and licking his nipple, one hand on the back of his neck caressing him, and the other masturbating him. It was too much, Hitoshi never felt like this, it was overwhelming the amount of pleasure he was feeling, all of this brought him to the edge quickly.

"I-I'm... I'm gonna! Ah! Ah! More! Just a little more!" He close his eyes but as soon as the sensation came from the orgasm, it went away he shouts, throwing his head back frustrated and opens his eyes, desperately pumping his own dick trying to cum, but you stop him and kiss his knuckles.

He looks at you, with an open mouth and relaxed slutty eyes trying to focus on you. "Please... please let me cum!"

You chuckled at that and kissed his lips "sorry MindJack, but only good boys can cum, pro heroes can't, and since you told me your pro hero name and not your real one, I can't let you cum" you pout at the idea of your new toy not cumming "I will give you a prize if you tell me your name" wrapping your hand around his dick and pumping it slowly.

But reason was louder inside Hitoshi's mind, it didn't let him tell his name, it would be too dangerous for him, so he shook his head.

You sighed disappointed but nodded "it's okay, you're here to make me feel good, so I will let that one thing slip, but if you ever change your mind just tell me"

He took in a deep breath and nodded, getting ready for your next move.

You sit in between his legs an open them, looking directly at his butt hole you tilt your head to the side "Have you ever stick something in your ass?"

At that he blushes hard and shook his head "No-! I-I never put anything there"

"Well... now you will" you wink at him and submerge in the water, with his dick in hand you put your tongue on his asshole, he's hips jerk in surprise, so you use your other hand to keep them from moving.

The sensation was weird and uncomfortable, he could feel you tongue slithering inside his asshole, the unwelcomed sensation made his dick start to go soft, but you jerk him off, so that he would relax on your tongue, and focus on something else.

Shinso looked at you underwater and was surprised by how little the bubbles got out of your nose, maybe your quirk had something to do with that? The jerking of his dick got faster, making him focus totally on that, as a result you went deeper with your tongue on his inside, and by moving around he could feel like you were searching something, but his dazzled mind could only focus on your hand that was holding his hips now going up and pinching his nipple, he grows at that and whimpers as you press your nails on it from time to time.

The warm feeling on his lower stomach came back, the built-up coming a little faster this time around, but it skyrocketed as you hit his prostate, making him moan loudly with a surprised yep.

"I'M... GONNA CUM!" Even if you were underwater you heard him, you already knew that he was at the edge of an incredible orgasm, since his walls were trembling around your tongue, his dick pulsating in your hand and his hips moving, trying to get more of you inside him.

When his eyes started to turn to inside his head, mouth lightly open with gasps and whimpers, he was almost there, just a little bit, just a little bit, just a- "NO!" He sobs as you stop everything at once and sit up on the tub.

He's sobbing like crazy, trembling all over from another orgasm being ripped from him, this one was so big too, he could feel that it would be one of the bests in all his life.

You purr at him and pets his head softly, kiss his cheek and the tip of his nose, hugging him from the side, he hides his face at the crook of your neck and his sobs stop after a while.

Shinso sighs, trembling in disgust from how well he responds to your touches, your hands feels so good running through his hair and his body, your cat like purr comforts him to no end, everything about you feels so welcoming... 'what the fuck is happening to me?'

...

After washing his face from the makeup and cleaning your own body he sits at your feet while you sit on the chair in front of your computer, without bothering to put clothes on or tell him to dress himself, it won't be needed.

"Right now I need to check some emails, so you'll go down on me if you do a good job I can get you some early evidence" you finish drying your body and spread your legs to him and start reading emails.

Hitoshi saw enough porn in his life that he knows what to do, pulling himself closer to her pussy and opening his mouth was an incredible view to you.

Starting with shy cat licks, you sigh in comfort and pets his head, going tight back to typing.

With a little more confidence that you gave him through the head pats he starts to savor you, his tongue licks for longer each time, and he feels the little button against it.

Your cellphone starts ringing making him stop his ministrations, but you gently nudge his cheek "don't stop, and be careful with your teeth" you answer your phone, and he goes back to liking you, now you were wetter than before, maybe you like the risk of being caught.

Shinso sucks lightly on your clit and sees you smiling at him with adoration "Yeah I refused her... I know, but I can refuse someone whenever I want" you sigh relived when he starts to get the hang of it. "Not my problem, I told you that I don't like heroes, and I also told you that even if it was an emergency I wouldn't attend them.... that was because I didn't knew he was a hero... that one was a vigilante... of course they are differeEEENT!" you look at him shocked, Hitoshi put his tongue inside you and was purposely rubbing his nose on your clit "hmmmmm... yeah sorry, I almost tripped...no no I'm- mmmmmmmmh! I'm fine... yeah? Well... then sue me, I don't care" you hung up the call and patted your thighs "hands where I can see MindJack"

Shinso puts his hand on top of your thighs, and you can feel pre-cum on one hand and a bit of it also on the tip of his other hand "Oh! So you did like my tongue on your back door!" You interlace your fingers with his hair and lightly pull on it making him groan, the vibrations hit you just right "ooooh~! Right there baby... such a good little hero, getting me nice and wet so that I can eat your cock with my pussy" that has Shinso moaning against you, you moan back at him and goes back to answering emails, but still gasping and moaning from time to time.

By the looks of it he's getting more clumsy and desperate by now, he starts to eating you aggressively, and it starts to turn you off, so you pull him away from your pussy "enough, you can't make me cum with your mouth, but don't worry, since this is your first time it's normal to not get it right hero"

Hitoshi sighs and calm his breathing, he grab both your thighs and look up at you with such a deplorable face that has your inside heating up.

"Hmmmmm~♡ what do you want my little hero?" You put your thumb in his mouth, and he sucks on it "want to have something wrapped around your dick like there's no tomorrow? Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you" you close your laptop and focus on him, Hitoshi trembles under your eyes.

"I want to lose my virginity... please" he says with your finger in his mouth.

You chuckle at his face "How adorable, you never asked my name and still want to fuck me, how dirty of you, does it turn you on not knowing my name?" You put your feet on his dick and start to rub him.

"Name... I want to know your name, I want to cum saying your name"

Your smile grow darker "then tell me yours" Shinso stops all his thinking again, looking at her surprised, he shakes his head, you huff and nod "Okay, okay, well... right now you can call me doctor, or doc, when you tell me your name I will tell you mine" you get up from the chair and goes through your purse "lay down on the bed, let's get started, you can sleep here, tomorrow we will do all that hero stuff"

Hitoshi goes and sit on the bed with his back to the headboard, both hands on his thigh, his dick pulsating with an almost purple head, and and pulsating against his stomach.

You come back with a butt plug and lubricant, you open his legs and lick your lips at the sight "this one is small so don't worry too much" you spread the lubricant on his dick and then down to his asshole "I'm glad that I put aphrodisiac in the water, you needed to relax"

"You did what!?" When you were about to fit your finger inside he tensed the muscle, making it impossible for you to enter

You huff "I just wanted you to relax, don't worry I didn't put enough to make you unconscious or unable to say no, you can still get up and go out, I will even call and pay for the cab" you sit back and point to the door.

"But I need your help!"

"That's a shame, because I just want your body, I don't actually want to help, but I will if I can get what I want, now decide, will you go, or can I keep going?" You point to the door and then at his genitals.

Hitoshi looks in despair at you, his big and strong arms and legs, or his pro hero training, even his experience, nothing was usable here, even if he used his quirk, it wouldn't work, since he can't make her write the culprit's name. Hitoshi Shinso, the student of UA, the pupil of Eraser head, MindJack, the pro hero that helps the top 10 heroes under the table, is unable to help himself, and unable to not need your help.

You see that he noticed all this in a few minutes, that powerful man under you, makes you wet enough to make your slick come down to your inner thighs.

"Please... keep going" Hitoshi says in defeat, and you gladly oblige, you put your mouth around his tip and lightly suck on it, the pro hero groans, the feeling being out of this world, now relaxed and focusing on your mouth you put two lubricated fingers on his asshole, and slowly going more and more in, until only your knuckles are outside it.

The feeling of your fingers now moving around was groundbreakingly good, you were so sweet with him, even if this was supposed to pleasure you, maybe you like to be in control? That's possible-!!! Hitoshi yelp loudly by how surprised he is, you took him all inside your mouth, and he isn't small! And you just deep throated him, your wet and warm cave has him trembling from head to toe, while moaning loudly, not being able to hold back his moans.

"I-I'm gonna cum! Please let me cum! Please!" He says with tears in his eyes yet to fall.

But again you stop taking him out of your mouth, when he's at the edge almost cumming, Hitoshi sobs, his hands that was holding his own thighs are trembling as he holds himself back.

"Sorry, I need your name if you want to come" with your finger spreading his asshole, you kiss his tip again, it was pulsating with an almost purple head and pre-cum coming out of it.

"I won't give you my nAME!" you not only put the lubricated butt plug inside him, but also turned on the little vibrator, by the small switch that your tail was holding out of his reach.

"I already told you that it's fine, that you just won't cum" you get up and squad on top off him, lining his dick at your lower lips, and start to rub his tip on your clit, that makes you shiver and breathe heavily, thinking about what will happen next.

"Wait! A condom! I don't know if you are clean, and I also am too young to be a father!" He holds your hips up, not letting you keep going.

You sigh and get up, going to your purse and coming back with a paper and shows it to him. "What it says right here?" You point at a specific part and put the paper very close to his face, so he can't read the rest

"STDs negative, AIDS negative and other sickness that I don't know the name off, all of them negative..." you make a ball with the paper and trows it at the trash can, and you got it right... maybe that's a signal, that you will succeed this time.

"But what if- hummn!" You press on the butt plug and chuckles at him trying to hold back his moan

"It's a safe day, and I'm on the pill" you pet his face and goes on top of him again "now lay down and let your doctor give you your medicine"

He gulps and lays down, you fluff his pillow under him and smiles, his face blushing from how much care you have on your eyes, there is something more, like the cat that got the cream, but he isn't sure, that look vanish, being replaced by a lustful look.

You again line you two, and when you sit on him, taking every inch you both moan in sync.

"Oh my god!" You think that this hero is the cutest, he does the best facial reactions you have ever seen, it's quite addictive, but when you start to move, Oh! The face he makes is the best one.

"Don't stop- please! I'm gonna cum!" He throws his head back but groans in frustration from you not only stopping the movement, but also stopping the vibrator.

"Your name?" You ask again, putting a hand on his chest and caressing his nipple with your thumb.

His conscience was screaming at him, but his body was screaming for release.

You see his body twitching under you, the feeling of his dick inside you was deliciously pulsating, you wig your hips "Come oooon~ tell me! Tell meee~" you give small jumps and wiggle your hips.

He groans at the feeling, his whole body begging for release, "Hitoshi! My name is Hitoshi Shinso!!"

You smile at him and starts to move, "Hitoshi-kun! Cum inside me! Please! Please! Please!" At that he snaps and hold your hips up, as he fucks into you.

"Name!? Please! Please doctor!" You turn on the vibrator, and he moans loudly like a woman.

"Y/n call me, Y/n-sama, since I'm older than you, you need to uUuuUuUse~ aaaahn~♡, Hitoshi-kun! Give me more! Please!"

He moans back to you, seeing you on top of him, your breasts bouncing, was extremely arousing, but looking closely, your horns starts growing with your wings and size, your dragon scales are back but only in a few places.

You are meeting his trusts half way, your pleasure is building up, when suddenly it skyrockets, you look down at him and sees that his hand went up to your back, he's holding on your wings and pulling it from time to time, which makes you desperate, moving up and down you lost the patience when you started going over the edge.

"Toshi! I'm gonna cum!" your tail flicks the vibration to the max and drops the switch, coming to press and nudge your little button.

It was too much for him, the vibrations from behind hitting his prostate, your gummy walls squiring him so tight, the way your body moves with his, and the way you call, for his name is so sweet that he couldn't hold back even if he wanted, so he came inside you, his hot cum was the trigger for you too.

...

Waking up on the next day was a nightmare, his body was exhausted and his mind slower than normal, so after a few minutes Shinso sat up on the empty bed and looked around.

Your things weren't on the room anymore, some masculine clothes were on top of a chair with a note.

Hitoshi took a while to notice, but he was surprised when he did, not only was his body clean, it was just tired, and not sore, even a little relaxed, after reading the letter it made sense, and he sighs while holding back a smile.

'Hope you liked your post-sex massage, pro-heroes need their bodies on the daily, also...

It would be bad if we couldn't take my brother down, lets me up again today, yes?'

XoXo L/n Y/n

[thathopelessromantic]

Reckless Good (2/?)

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Fic Rating: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Teen+

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto/Midoriya Izuku

Note: Part of the @tododekubigbang for 2021! I’m super excited to share this AU with everyone. And please check out the awesome compaion art from @cryptidcatgod for chapter six!

Todoroki Shouto had accepted his fate as a public figure when he became a pro-hero, but there are some parts of his private life he would like to stay private. When he gets invited to be a speaker in a college lecture series, he goes to the meeting with one goal: to give the coordinator a piece of his mind and finally put an end to people hounding him for information about his family.

The last thing he expects is the curious, and quirkless, hero- and quirk-study professor, Midoriya Izuku, who has no interest in his family’s history, and, somehow, even more ties to the hero industry than Shouto. Intrigued by the professor, Shouto tentatively agrees to the lecture series, unknowingly intertwining their futures.

But the more Todoroki sees of Midoriya, the more questions he has. When a villain attack leaves them living together until the culprits are apprehended, maybe he’ll finally get some answers.

AO3: (x) Chapter One: (X)

“You agreed?” Kyouka all but shouts into the phone. Despite her over-the-top reaction, Shouto’s still not sure who is more surprised out of the two of them.

“I didn’t exactly agree. I just didn’t…say no.” Even as he says it, Shouto is aware that from him that is basically an agreement. God what was he getting himself into?

Kyouka is talking rapidly but he’s not entirely sure that she’s talking to him. The range of emotions she seems to be going through is impressive, though. Finally, she takes a deep breath and asks, “You’re going to talk about your family?”

Shouto sinks to the ground outside the building and leans against a tree. He hasn’t put back any of his “protective” civilian clothing and there’s a good chance of him being seen by more students, but he doesn’t have the energy to move again just yet.

“He didn’t ask me to talk about my family,” he finally admits. It’s stupid, he doesn’t even care about this kind of thing, but it wasn’t until he said it out loud that he realized how relieved he is that someone wants to talk about something – anything - other than that. “He wants me to talk about my quirk.”

They sit in silence together for a few moments. Shouto can hear the muffled sound of Momo talking to Kyouka in the background, likely asking what the hell was going on. Kyouka doesn’t seem to know what to say about this revelation, or the breathless way Shouto is talking about it, so she settles with, “So I guess he’s not a fame-hungry douchebag?”

The idea of Kyouka calling the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed professor that almost makes Shouto smile – almost. “No, I don’t think he is.”

“Huh,” Kyouka sounds almost as surprised as he is. “So, this is good, right? That you agreed?”

“Uh, I’ll let you know when I figure that out.”

Kyouka snorts, but at least she sounds more like herself and not as off-kilter as he still feels. “Think you’ll know by Friday? Momo wants you to come over for dinner.”

Shouto shakes his head. “I doubt it but, sure. Thanks.”

“Good luck, Todoroki.”

They end the call with promises to try to talk down Momo from the interrogation she’s probably already planning (from Kyouka) and the chocolate cake from Sato’s bakery for dessert on Friday (from Shouto).

 X

Shouto wouldn’t say he was waiting for the professor’s email, but after the third comment on his surprisingly frequent use of the phone, he forces himself to push the meeting from the previous day from his mind and focus on work. He and Momo started their agency in Musutafu together a few years ago, and as the only senior-hero in the office for the night, he needed to set a good example. Especially when Monarch, a sidekick who had followed him when he left Gang Orca’s agency to start on his own, was in the office too, and had no qualms about tattling on his weird behavior to Momo.

At least the others were still a little too intimidated to cross him, though he had a feeling he could only rely on that hero-worship for a little while longer. There were only so many times you could watch someone put their hero-suit on backwards or accidentally salt their coffee before you stopped fearing standing up to them.

Most of the night is rather easy after pushing the email from his mind. Patrols are pretty much standard. The lack of activity means most everyone who was in for the night could relax, or make a good dent in any paperwork or reports piling up after busier days.

Until the alert for a villain attack comes in.

Shouto rushes out at the first alert, accompanied by one of their newest sidekicks, Sunspot, but by the time they reach the site of the attack, the radio is a flurry of activity, and his pager from the agency beeped with at least three more alerts.

Downtown is a disaster area. The evening traffic is backed up for miles, and cars in the few blocks closest to the fight have all been abandoned. At least one building is already rubble, and two more look on the brink of falling.

“This is Entropy, where-” before Shouto can finish his offer of help, he recognizes Chargebolt’s voice cutting through the chatter.

One of the villains is headed towards the Rainbow bridge! he yells over the radio. He has a hostage!

Shouto takes off towards the bridge before he has even finished speaking, throwing an order for Sunspot to rendezvous with the paramedics gathering on the fringes to help with the injured as he leaves.

“What’s the quirk?” He asks, aware even as he does that he might have to go into the fight blind.

There are three! What are you talking about? Someone he doesn’t recognize snaps over the line.

Entropy, thank God, Ingenium’s voice drowns out the cursing. It’s hard to isolate them, they’ve been working in tandem but the one headed towards the bridge seems to be able to melt things – organic and inorganic material both. Be careful.

The bridge comes into view, and there is the fleeing villain, zipping unencumbered through the streets on what almost looks like lava, bubbling and expanding under their feet.

Shouto throws up a wall of ice a few feet away. It won’t stop them, especially if it is lava under them, but it could slow them down at least for a moment. He doesn’t see the hostage Chargebolt had mentioned until he gets closer. It is a terrified looking child, bundled against the villain’s chest, wrapped in some kind of bindings that keep it from fighting the hold or screaming for help. The bindings look sickeningly like Aizawa-sensei’s old capture weapon and if it is even a little similar, Shouto knew there was no way the child would be able to get out on their own.

“Stop!” Shouto calls, throwing up more ice. He blocks the villain in on all sides, but the bottom of the ice is already beginning to melt before he has all the walls up.

The villain finally looks up to where Shouto stands on the top of one of his melting blocks of ice. Their face is covered by a traditional kabuki mask, and when they laugh the familiar robotic sound tells him they are using a voice modulator.

“Entropy! This ice won’t hold me forever!”

It doesn’t have to be forever, Shouto thinks, reinforcing the bottom of the ice, just long enough for backup to arrive. Normally he could encase the villain in ice, limit their movements just in case and, if he was lucky, cool them off enough that they couldn’t melt it fast enough – assuming their quirk was even heat based – but he doesn’t have enough information now, and there is too much of a risk with the child hostage involved. He hates fights like this. He’d never been good at trying to negotiate with villains, and there was too much risk for his usual long-range fighting style.

He has an idea, but it is a risk. It is a dumb risk. And he prays if he dies down there Momo isn’t actually powerful enough to somehow revive him just to kill him again for his stupidity. But he jumps off the ice, landing a few feet from the villain. He sinks a few inches into the goop surrounding them. It helps absorb some of the shock of his landing, but already he can feel the oppressive heat rising from the ground. His boots are steaming a little, but so far, the heat protected material is holding up. Hopefully it will be enough.

The closer he gets to the villain the hotter the air becomes, and he can feel his right side trying to help regulate his body temperature.

“Give me the child,” He demands. “They shouldn’t be a part of this.”

The villain laughs again, but their voice comes out more muffled and sluggish than before. He has a feeling whatever support equipment they were using hadn’t been designed to withstand this kind of heat for so long.

“That’s what you don’t understand, hero. They are the reason for this!”

Shouto tries to look reassuring as the small child stares pleadingly at him, muffled cries coming from behind their bindings, though he isn’t sure if he is successful.

“What are you talking about?”

“They’re the key!” The villain yells, squeezing the child closer to their body, and Shouto hates to see the way they squirm uncomfortably. “A hero like you with a perfect quirk could never understand! Though I suppose, even you aren’t invincible, are you?” The villain swipes at their mask with their free hand, leaving a dark, sooty handprint over the left eye-slit of their mask. “How much heat can you really withstand?”

Shouto ducks out of the way just as the villain sends up a wave of melted material where he had been standing seconds before. The ice wall behind him sizzles at the contact, melting away a perfect person-sized opening.

Shouto holds up a hand, ready to throw up more ice before the villain can break through the weakened wall, when from the other side Ingenium and Mr. Smith burst through. Shouto propels himself upwards with ice, grabbing Ingenium at the last moment as Mr. Smith hardens the melted material around them, trapping the villain’s feet in the stiffened rock. Shouto drops them both back down and Ingenium shoots off towards the villain. Ingenium throws a punch, and hand-to-hand combat might not be his strongest selling point as a hero, but the villain is already at a disadvantage trying to hold onto the child. At least with the confirmation that they had kidnapped them intentionally, rather than just as leverage or protection, it meant they were less likely to do something that would hurt the child.

The rock around the villain’s feet is already beginning to melt again, but Shouto wraps ice around their legs, keeping them immobile enough for Mr. Smith to catch up, stiffening the villain’s shirt as they lift an arm to defend against Ingenium. They wave their hand uselessly, unable to move their arms much more in the cast around them. Shouto reaches for the child, carefully wiggling them out from the villain’s trapped arm. They catch his arm as he extracts the child, however, and his shout of pain is drowned out only by the villain’s own anguished scream.

“This isn’t over,” they promise. And then their entire body begins to melt. The three heroes reach for them, but Mr. Smith and Ingenium’s gloves catch on fire before they even make contact with the melting body. Shouto’s ice is absorbed into the goopy mess and in a few seconds, it was as if the villain had never been standing there at all.

“Shit,” Mr. Smith swears. He glances over at the child in Shouto’s arms and winces. “Sorry.”

Shouto nods to him, agreeing with the sentiment regardless, before taking a few steps away. He cradles the child close to his chest, wishing she didn’t feel so small, wishing there was something he could do about the way she trembled.

“You’re going to be okay,” he says softly, shifting her in his arms. He tests the bindings around her torso, but they don’t give. “You’re safe, and we’re going to get you out of this.”

“I can help.”

Shouto looks up at the new voice. A hero, presumably, stands before him, but he doesn’t recognize the newcomer. Their face is covered by a dark helmet, tinted glass hiding even their eyes. Their costume is a simple dark green bodysuit, but a tool belt at their waist boasts a truly impressive number of gadgets.

Shouto holds the girl closer to his body and looks the other person over. The other hero seems to understand his hesitance and reaches for something in their tool belt. Shouto shifts his weight, prepared to run if this interaction turns sour.

“Architect!” Ingenium calls, running up besides them. “I didn’t realize you were working.”

The stranger, Architect apparently, nods a greeting to Ingenium. “I was at the hospital checking on something when the attacks started so I came out to see if I could help.” He turns back to Shouto. “I was just about to introduce myself to Entropy so I could help with the bindings.”

“Architect is part of the support team at All Might-er, Lemillion’s agency,” Ingenium explains to Shouto. “He’s a friend.”

Architect produces a small pair of scissors from his tool belt. The blades are jagged and look dangerous, but he handles them carefully, finding a space away from any exposed skin.

“This will be a little uncomfortable,” he tells the young girl in a gentle voice. “But it will be over in a flash.”

The scissors don’t seem to actually cut through the bindings, but the jagged blades get caught in the rough fabric, pulling at it tightly as he moves them. The girl twists in Shouto’s arm with a quiet whimper, but a moment later the bindings seize and then loosen, dropping harmlessly from her body.

Shouto lowers her to the ground carefully and Architect crouches to be at eye-level with her.

“How are you feeling, Kou? Are you hurt anywhere?”

The girl shakes her head, staring at Architect with wide eyes. “How do you know my name?” she whispers, awed. Shouto would like to know that too, but Ingenium doesn’t seem at all surprised by the development, so he wills himself to let it go for now.

Architect tilts his head, and though he can’t see, Shouto suspects he’s looking at him. “Entropy told me,” he lies cheerfully. “He knows the name of all his fans.”

Kou whips around to stare at Shouto. “Really?”

“Ah…yes?”

“Wow.”

Architect and Ingenium both seem amused by the child’s awe. “I bet if you’re good and go with the heroes to get checked over by the doctors, Entropy might even give you an autograph for being so brave.”

Kou’s face scrunches up in displeasure, and Shouto doesn’t really blame her, but a moment later she reluctantly agrees. Architect stands up, waving to someone through the melting ice and a few more heroes come through, accompanied by two paramedics carrying a stretcher.

A moment later two detectives come through the ice as well, and Shouto is pulled into giving a report of what happened while he was alone with the villain and if he noticed anything distinctive about the villain’s appearance or quirk that could help track them down. When he’s finally done going over everything, Kou, the paramedics, and Architect are gone. Ingenium and Mr. Smith head back to where the fight began but Shouto stays behind to melt down what’s left of his ice first with a few other heroes with heat-based quirks, including Sunspot.

Once that’s taken care of, they head back. Sunspot gives him a rundown of the intel she gathered working closer to the main fight. One of the villains was mostly contained when the other two spilt up, the one with the child presumably looking for an escape while the other went deeper into town, ricocheting off buildings and bridges with some kind of body-hardening quirk that kept heroes preoccupied trying to minimalize damage and protect civilians from toppling structures. They have since been contained, however. From the discussion on the radios, rescue and clean-up teams have already started to move in.

Near where they first joined the fight, there is a circle of ambulances, back doors flung open while paramedics check on civilians and heroes alike. Shouto scans the area for Kou. He finally sees her perched in the back of an ambulance, talking animatedly with someone crouched on the ground in front of her.  She sees him as he’s making his way over and waves excitedly. There are red marks crisscrossing her arms from where the bindings were too tight and tear tracts on her rosy cheeks, but she doesn’t seem so bothered by either any more. Shouto waves back.

The person in front of Kou stands as Shouto approaches and turns to him with a smile.

“Entropy,” Dr. Midoriya says in greeting. “Kou was just telling me all about your daring rescue.”

“Dr. Midoriya…” Shouto doesn’t stumble as he comes to a stop near them, but it’s a near thing. He leans against one of the open ambulance doors in (faked) nonchalance. “I didn’t realize you would be here.”

Kou reaches out and tugs on Dr. Midoriya’s sleeve. “See!” She exclaims in a barely contained whisper to the professor. “I told you he’d know who you were! The other hero said he knows the names of all his fans!”

Shouto is pleasantly surprised at the bright blush that comes over the professor’s face at Kou’s whispering. He runs a hand through his hair, riling up the wild curls at the top even more and glances quickly at Shouto out of the corner of his eye. He looks away just as quickly with a nervous laugh.

“Well now, Kou, weren’t you also telling me something about wanting an autograph?” Dr. Midoriya asks, changing the subject easily.

Kou sticks her tongue out at him, but turns to Shouto a moment later with a suddenly shy look. “Um…Entropy,” she starts, his hero name coming out a little muddled as she stumbles over the word.

Remembering Architect’s promise to her, Shouto starts to reach for the notepad he keeps in his tool belt before she can even finish her question but his arm bumps into the ambulance door. The contact immediately sends a searing pain through his arm. With a hiss, and just barely swallowed curse, he pulls his arm in close. Based on their gasps, Kou and Dr. Midoriya see the injury just before he does. Part of his uniform sleeve is melted. Gaping, burnt holes in the fabric reveal splotchy, disfigured skin underneath – a burn. Made all the worse by the deep blue fabric that melted into the open sore. Shouto faintly remembers the villain touching his arm just as he rescued Kou and a flash of sharp pain, but somehow he blocked it out afterwards, so focused on keeping her safe.

Now with the throbbing, searing pain at the forefront of his mind, the fact that he went this long without noticing it feels unreal.

“Sit down,” Dr. Midoriya orders suddenly, pushing Shouto to take a seat in the back of the ambulance next to Kou. “Adrenaline must have blocked the pain, but you’re going to go into shock if we don’t take care of this.”

Behind the pain, Shouto faintly registers the change in the professor’s voice as he orders Shouto around and calls for some first aid supplies to the nearby paramedics. It reminds him of the sudden way he changed in his office the other day, when Shouto mentioned his family. The cheerful, bemusing professor replaced by a no-nonsense professional.

Dr. Midoriya cuts away what’s left of his sleeve, examining the wound closely. All the while giving directions to the paramedics and talking Shouto through a shot of painkillers and the start of an IV. Shouto and Kou are ushered into the ambulance, Dr. Midoriya and another paramedic climbing in after them. In a moment they are on the move.

“The burn needs to be cleaned in a more sterile environment,” Dr. Midoriya says, though Shouto isn’t sure if he’s saying this for his benefit or Kou’s. Shouto is no stranger to the care of significant burns. Kou however is watching both of them with a nervous, teary-eyed expression from where she’s sat on the paramedic’s lap. “The painkillers should kick in soon, which will help. And the IV will help with dehydration.”

Dr. Midoriya pulls out his cell phone, still in a bright All Might case, immediately tapping away at something on the screen. “You were on the scene with a sidekick from your agency, right? Sunspot, the UV hero?”

Shouto blinks in surprise a few times before he remembers the professor’s notebooks. He nods. “How many pages of notes do you have on her?”

Dr. Midoriya gives him an incredulous look, but Shouto doesn’t know what the big deal is. With the heavy-duty pain killers they gave him, he really doesn’t know what the rush is, or the harm in a few questions.

“Just one. Well, one and a half.” Dr. Midoriya finally answers, going back to typing rapidly on his phone. “She’s still new, I haven’t had time to observe her fighting enough to gather more information.”

Shouto will one hundred percent blame it on the drugs later, but a laugh bubbles out of him despite everything at the professor’s petulant tone. “You are something else, Dr. Midoriya.” Shouto starts to sit up, but Dr. Midoriya stops him with a firm, but gentle, hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down. He gestures to himself instead, with his uninjured arm. “How did you even know how to do all this? I thought the doctor in your name was for a Ph.D., not M.D.”

The paramedic chuckles from the corner of the ambulance. “He didn’t mention? It’s both. His quirk research is not limited to just academia and theory.”

“What?”

“None of us have been able to figure out how he did it either, don’t worry.” The paramedic adds cheerfully.

Dr. Midoriya stumbles over his words for a few moments, carefully avoiding Shouto’s surprised look, before he settles on scolding the paramedic for “distracting the patient” and changes the subject.

Shouto lets it drop for now, exhaustion from the fight and the injury finally settling in, but one way or another before this damn “Hero Talks” series was over, he was getting some answers out of this professor.

[neworleansspecial]

Undermined or collateral damage, ov!ls? (I'm never decisive about.... anything.)

-🐄🐄🐄

Requests open for the Carlos Whump Bingo / Join my server //

Carlos is following orders when it happens. He always does, because he knows that disobedience will bring a worse fate than being complicit in his own humiliation. While it's certainly not the ideal, he's long since learned to accept that his coworkers and superiors don't respect him, and in fact only choose not to harm him for fear of what his father would do.

He's supposed to be safe, tucked into the squad car with their perp in the backseat, behind the bars and thick panel of the divider. The orders were so simple. "Sit in the car, don't get involved, and wait for me to come back. Keep an eye on him, I guess." Officer Mason is one of the worst when it comes to bravado and toxicity, which is probably why he's Carlos' partner. Either Mason demanded it because he loves to fuck with Carlos, or their captain thought it would keep the two of them in check to have to work with the other. Nothing's in check. Carlos is still terrified and unsafe. Mason is still aggressive and domineering.

"You busy tonight, Omega?" the perp asks, nearly pressing his face against the divider to better smell Carlos. He knows it's meant to frighten him rather than actively proposition him, so he keeps his face neutral and forces himself to think happy thoughts so his scent doesn't sour with distress. "I know a great bar downtown. I could buy you a drink."

"It would be a no even if you weren't under arrest right now, sir."

This was the wrong thing to say, because now the perp is releasing so many pheromones that Carlos can smell him through the divider and it's making him nauseous. His whole body is screaming to submit and appease, but he won't give in.

"You know, we were planning on letting you go."

"We?"

He looks up through the windshield to see Mason swaggering toward them, his gun still smoking in his hand and their witness on the ground. His blood runs cold. He scrambles to lock the doors and grabs his radio.

"363 H-20 to dispatch. Officer in distress. Backup needed immediately at-"

Mason points the gun at him through the window and raises his eyebrows. It's clear that he's giving Carlos a choice: unlock the door or he'll be shot through the unarmored glass on their beaten cruiser.

"363 H-20, come in. Backup is en route to your GPS position. What''s the situation?"

As he fumbles with the lock, he watches Mason lift his own radio to his lips. "Dispatch, this is 363 H-20. We are perfectly fine and have no need for backup. Officer Reyes is having some sort of episode. Probably the stress- you know how Omegas get. I'm going to take him home before I return to the station. Thank you for your concern."

"Officer Reyes, do you need medical attention?"

Mason slides into the passenger seat and levels his gun at Carlos. "Reassure them, Reyes."

He can smell his own distress as he tells dispatch, "No, I'm sorry. I made a mistake. I-" Carlos can't get the words out but Mason mouths the desired phrase to him. Staring down the barrel of a gun, he says, "I guess my hormones got the best of me. I shouldn't be- I sh- I shouldn't be an officer."

"363 H-20, be advised, backup is en route to secure the suspect and temporarily relieve Officer Reyes of duty. Stay where you are."

Mason takes the radio from Carlos. "I have a violent and dangerous suspect in custody with a fragile Omega here, I can't sit tight for backup. We're headed out, dispatch."

He smiles at Carlos. "I'd hate to have to kill you. Collateral damage is messy, Reyes, and it would be such a waste. Now, here's how you're gonna get us all out of here."

[secret-engima]

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret DoTF Characterization Rant

OKAY, ME RANT RAMBLING ON LUNA’S CHARACTERIZATION IN DAWN OF THE FUTURE IS A GO.

This is … likely going to get messy, but I’ll try to keep it at least moderately coherent. Lemme start by saying that- for the most part- I did actually enjoy Luna’s chap. I’ve been enjoying the book (kinda-sorta-mostly, I really liked Aranea’s chap at least) and I don’t think it’s like- a BAD book? Necessarily? But I feel like it is extremely telling in regards to how the characterization/lore is treated that my brain is automatically filing this thing under “fanfic that’s not my HC but is okay-ish” rather than “canon I will be gleefully tweaking as I please”. My brain is literally looking at this officially licensed book and equating it to fanfic. To fanfic that NEEDS EDITING.

With that out of the way, lemme attempt to summarize my (main) issues with Luna’s Characterization and then I’ll expand on them from there. Get ready for the salt.

1. Luna’s backstory is inconsistent. She herself states multiple times that Oracle training is grueling and involves both physical and mental trials as well as things like fasting for long periods of time WHILE doing said training, yet she is mostly treated like a well-meaning but overall pampered, naive princess who is only now being forced into hard circumstances and has to adapt accordingly. She is also treated like she doesn’t know “common people” that well and doesn’t know how to interact or pick up things like lies (????). A common example is how she treats Sol as trustworthy but reserved when according to Sol’s POV she is literally debating shooting Luna as a possible threat. And Luna supposedly doesn’t pick up on this danger. But we’ll get back to that.

2. Luna is characterized as being oblivious to how people outside Rich Oracle Circles live. That despite traveling all over the world she has never really seen it’s “ugly” sides because she’s always traveled in fancy guarded processions with the sick brought to her. Pretty sure the book specifically mentions at one point that she’s never “considered” what it would be like to be anything other than an Oracle. Admittedly this issue could go under number 1 or 3a but I’m putting it here because I’m salty.

3a. This and the next problem are heavily intertwined and, not going to lie, I could make an entire rant just about these two issues all by themselves, not just in Luna’s context. The first is that Luna is portrayed as not being able to make her own decisions, not even wanting to make her own decisions, until she is forced to or has her “eyes opened” by Sol, our jaded Long Night survivor character. The author treats Luna’s sense of duty as some form of social brainwashing she needs to “get over” and spoiler alert I hate it with every fiber of my being.

3b. Playing right off the whole “Luna is incapable of making her own decisions and that’s why she does her freaking job until someone ‘opens her eyes’” is the idea that Luna’s faith is a character flaw. Lemme reiterate. The story treats Luna’s faith. As a character flaw. Rather than the entire cornerstone to her character and one of the big reasons she’s as amazing as she is. Her faith is treated as foolish and shortsighted, something that has only survived for this long because it has never been challenged and, heads up, the rant I am going to go into on this one specific thing is going to be long and extremely salty.

Alright I think I’ve covered the basics. Starting from the top, BRING ON THE SALT.

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1. Luna is pampered, well-meaning but naive and bad at reading ulterior motives of people.

….*slow, deep breath* Luna. The Oracle. Who became the youngest Oracle in history. Because her mother was murdered in front of her while her home was burned down and conquered by the people who then proceeded to rule her country, subvert her brother to their cause, and generally control and monitor every aspect of her life that they could. Luna, who was fully prepared to take a single suitcase and escape her own home and run off alone to get to Altissia and had to be stopped by her own brother (who you’ll note brought a bunch of soldiers with him, which indicates he did not expect a submissive response if he came alone).

This girl who was canonically physically abused as a child by a Niflheim officer (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZHzBtIfpdg slow this down if you need to confirm, but she is grabbed and manhandled and hit by an adult man when she only looks to be twelve, around the age Tenebrae first fell), who has spent twelve years living under the rule of a nation that is not only aggressively atheist but has willfully attempted to kill one of the very beings she serves and openly plans to do so again. The woman who successfully survived the fall of Insomnia with only one magic-less glaive as her backup for most of the event, then evaded the search efforts of an entire empire with only her own wits, a dog, a Messenger who has only ever been shown to talk rather than fight, and the extremely grudging on-off help of her brother who works for said empire. All while waking up the Astrals and forging covenants that were slowly killing her from the strain, which is the exact thing the empire was trying to prevent her from doing. Then, when it became necessary to complete the last covenant, turned herself in to the very same empire that has imprisoned her since she was a child and has been actively hunting/trying to stop or kill her since Insomnia’s fall.

That girl. Is pampered. Is naive. Is bad at reading people and telling when they have ulterior motives or are lying.

Pull the other one. I’ll kick you.

But seriously, how are we supposed to believe this? Luna’s life post Tenebrae’s fall to Niflheim is only pampered in the sense that she was given fancy clothes and fed regularly (outside the grueling fasting periods mentioned in this same book). She had no freedom, no privacy, her guards were all either men who wore the same uniform as those who killed her mother or were monsters infected with the very scourge she is sworn to purify. The Oracle is famous, is revered by the people. To keep the people on their side, the Empire would have flaunted her, would have taken her to all the shiny events. Luna would have had to dine with, converse with, even dance with the very same people who ordered and condoned the murder of her mother, her own imprisonment, and the brainwashing of her own brother to the enemy side. She would have been the epitome of a bird in a gilded cage or a dog on a silk leash and humans are not meant to live like that.

Am I really expected to think she survived a situation that oppressive, that toxic, that actively hurtful, for years by being naive and bad at reading people? Am I really expected to believe that she cannot tell when people are out to use her or hurt her or are lying to her? Am I really expected to believe that she is pampered and doesn’t have, at the very least, PTSD from seeing her mother murdered and her brother join the very people who did it, let alone everything else that would have followed over those years?

Really?

Luna didn’t have a pampered life. She suffered abuse. Longterm emotional abuse, likely sporadic physical abuse until she learned to play along well enough to escape such punishments, and almost certainly gaslighting (again: religious leader being held captive by an aggressively atheist nation that wants to kill the pantheon this religious leader communes with).

Luna would have learned to navigate the canonically cutthroat politics of Niflheim while being at best an outsider and at worst a target because of her beliefs, her nationality, and her loyalties to the Lucians (nobody was surprised when Luna went on the run. Nobody. Her continued devotion and loyalty to the Lucians -Niflheim’s enemy- was absolutely a well known factor). She would have learned to pick truth from lie and when to pretend she hadn’t noticed in order to survive. She would have lived twelve years knowing that any mistakes or misplaced moments of trust would be paid for in either her suffering of the suffering of the people close to her like her servants, or just the citizens of Tenebrae in general.

And none of this is taking into account her Oracle training, which the book does not elaborate on but repeatedly states was hard and grueling and she completed it years earlier than any Oracle in history.

There are a lot of words I would use to describe Luna, but pampered and naive are not among them.

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2. Luna is oblivious to how people outside her rich circles live and has never considered being anything else but an Oracle until Sol specifically points it out.

The book states that she mostly travels in procession (ie, with tons of servants to serve her every need and bodyguards to keep the masses at bay) so clearly she can’t go anywhere too dangerous, otherwise her servants wouldn’t be able to come. Right? Oh boy where do I start with this.

I know! Let’s start with the fact that Luna canonically maintains the blessings on Havens! You know those things. They’re your only safe place to camp at night and they can be found in all sorts of nifty locations like the middle of the wilderness where cars can’t go, chocobos won’t go, packs of wild animals will literally leap out of the bushes to eat you (Voretooth packs can get up to twelve or more members all trying to eat you at once, fun fact), and poor choice in clothes will lead to broken ankles at best? The ones that can be found in the depths of locations so dangerous that even the Hunters are leary of going inside and are actively forbidden from approaching unless they are a very high rank?

Off the top of my head some of the Havens that come to mind is the one in the middle of Malmalam thicket, the top of an active volcano, multiple spots in the middle of the voretooth and coeurl infested desert, two up in Vesperpool aka the home of all demon crocodiles and flocks of cockatrice that are bigger than the average car and can literally turn you into stone if you aren’t careful.

Yeah those places. She maintains those. Depending on how often Havens need to be maintained and if the weather/nature shortens that time then she might also have to periodically enter the dungeons Noctis explores in game that also have Havens hidden inside where it is always dark all the time and infested with daemons.

The book also states that the sick (who are highly infectious and not supposed to be touched by people who can’t heal the scourge and in the later stages of sickness become extremely violent and prone to biting in order to infect other people) are … brought to her…

By whom? Exactly?

Moving on from that giant and obvious plot hole to the “never seen or considered other lifestyles” bit: Luna has traveled literally all over the world. In her duties of healing the otherwise incurable she has gone all over Niflheim, Tenebrae, and Lucis. She has walked through the streets of cities filled with lights and glamor and stood on the dirt roads of towns so small they have to go to the next town an hour or more away to buy groceries or check their mailbox and who’s royal hotel suite is just a caravan with a new coat of paint and “welcome Oracle!” sign. Luna’s work is to cure the Starscourge, which is a disease that I can almost promise the rich don’t get. Because the rich and fancy do not risk their lives by going into daemon territory (Prompto, a middle class Insomnian, didn’t even know what wild animals would be like, you expect the rich and famous to be any better?).

The vast majority of Luna’s patients would be people like Dave the Hunter, or Sania the scientist who wades into the wilds. The truck drivers and the farmers and the electricians risking their lives to repair power lines in the middle of nowhere. She wouldn’t be going to cities except to talk to the refugees who fled there from the outside and thus picked up the Scourge. Her only two social circles would be Niflheim’s cutthroat nobility and the “unwashed masses” who come to her for healing. Guess which ones she’ll be more invested in getting to know on a personal/friendly basis and interacting with.

Of course Luna has interacted with and understands “common folk”. Luna is a caregiver, not just physically, but emotionally. She is beloved by the people because she is kind. That means she talks to them. More importantly, she listens. She has held the hands of the farmer as he begs her to heal him, because the harvest season is so close, and if he can’t work, if he dies, then what will become of his wife or the people his farm feeds? She has embraced the sobbing refugee mother as the other breaks down in gratitude for a child who’s skin is a healthy shade and who’s veins no longer bulge a sickly purple. She has met people who are not rich, but who are content. Who have lives that do not hinge on the razor thin dance of staying true to self and not exposing weakness to those who want to eat her alive. Who can laugh with their neighbors and kiss that nice boy down the street just for the fun of it, who can defy curfew to dance in the rain with the person they love and risk, at most, a lecture and a weekend grounding.

And no, they aren’t rich, no, they aren’t influential or powerful, but they are peaceful. They are happy.

Am I really expected to believe that Luna has not looked on these people’s lives from afar, listened to their rambles as they try to distract themselves from the sickness she is drawing from their veins, and not yearned to be the same? That she hasn’t thought over and over again about running away and being free from her gilded cage? That she doesn’t know anything about the lives of the people she heals even as she walks down their streets and steps into their houses so she can heal those who are too sick or too violent to be safely taken out of their room? That she has never thought about what life could be like if she wasn’t an Oracle as she watches the landscape roll by and walks through the wilderness to find the lonely farmsteads that the townsfolk tell her has sick children that cannot be let out of the shed for fear they will bite?

Setting all of that to one side, what human hasn’t thought of being someone else? What person on this planet, hasn’t looked at another person’s life that is so very different from their own and gone “huh, I wonder what that would be like” even if only for a moment before moving on and forgetting about it? Humans are creatures that dream by nature, that are curious by nature. To assume that Luna is not just because she gets to have the fancy dresses and servants is stupid.

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3a: Luna is unable to make her own decisions and is only the dutiful Oracle because she doesn’t know any better and needs a “wiser” rebellious character to “open her eyes”.

Okay buckle up. I have tried to suppress the salt until now but over these last two points I don’t care. I will be salty. I will be sarcastic. I will be mean. I will reference Real World faiths (tho I’ll try to keep that to a minimum).

Both 3a and 3b are actually systemic issues in storytelling (particularly noticeable in movies/shows but maybe that’s because I’m pretty lucky with my book choices) that I despise with a passion. Specifically 3a relates to the chronic issue writers seem to have with characters not being allowed to be happy with their role in life. There’s this persistent thought, this narrative push, that if a character is following in the footsteps of their family, is entering the “traditional” profession that their parents (or grandparents, or entire generations of predecessors) have been in before them then they must be unhappy with their lot in life. That this is clearly the character being “repressed” and that if they are content then they are either a bad guy (see: every antagonist from a proud military family or every ruler who thinks they are better than everyone because of bloodline ever) or they are just blind to their own unhappiness.

Now, the basic idea of “character discovers they are unhappy in current role and seeks a new one” can actually be done really well. But those stories that do it well have a lot of internal conflict, a lot of self-reflection and searching and choosing to take a new path after really giving it some thought. Maybe they have help along the way, or encouragement, or another character to show that it’s possible by example and that’s okay.

What is not okay is infantilizing a strong, intelligent character by saying “oh it just never occurred to them until they are told that they are unhappy by this much more worldly wise character and then they went and did it”. That is not okay. It not only trivializes the efforts of every real person who has proudly followed in a parent’s footsteps to become something (a doctor, a missionary, a soldier, an actor, even an electrician, pick a life goal and I promise someone has been inspired to do that by their parent being one before them) but it also takes an otherwise strong, dedicated character and implies that they are too stupid to think for themselves or have any free will until the plot and a Shinier Character demands it.

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret is an Oracle, as her mother was before her, and her mother before her, and all the way back two thousand years to the very first Oracle we see in canon. Possibly back even farther, depending on if any of Aera’s ancestors were Oracles too. That isn’t a suffocating tradition, that is a heritage, that is a culture, that is a necessary, life-saving service that canon proves literally kept the world from falling into eternal darkness (Luna was the last Oracle, the day after she dies is literally the last time we players see sunlight until the end of the game when Noctis dies to restore it). Luna is not stupid or repressed for following in those footsteps, she is breathtakingly strong for shouldering her heritage as the Last Oracle with pride even when the forces controlling every other aspect of her life want her to be ashamed of it and give it up.

The empire that took over her home when she was twelve are actively anti-magic and anti-Astral. Luna is someone who speaks to the Astrals and is born with a magic that can heal the very sickness they want to weaponize. They couldn’t outright forbid her from training to be the next Oracle because that would cause the people to riot, but they could and absolutely would try to make her give up in any way they could. They would have insulted her, demeaned her, hurt her, and imprisoned her. They wouldn’t have wanted a “real” Oracle, they would have wanted a puppet who said pretty promises and then did nothing to stop them.

It would have been so easy for Luna to go down the same path her brother did. To give in to the empire and it’s propaganda that she would have been forced to listen to every single day of her life for twelve whole years. It would have made her life so much easier to be a puppet Oracle who didn’t have to walk miles through the wilderness to maintain Havens, or defy the empire by maintaining loyalty to Lucis, or leave her manor home to heal the sick that could not come to her themselves. As a puppet Oracle she could have stayed in the Manor and only treated cases that could reach her doors and were vetted by the empire. She could have eaten the finest foods and worn the best dresses and never had to worry about a pack of hungry Voretooths or a rogue Behemoth tearing her apart. Most of all, Niflheim wouldn’t have been nearly as oppressive or violent. They would have gladly given her the illusion of freedom and control as long as she played along rather than been fully willing and prepared to run into the jungle with a suitcase just to escape as seen in the movie.

Luna was not blindly fitting into a mold and she was not and has never been incapable of making a decision. The fact that she shows up in canon as a strong, dedicated woman who is in control of her emotions and not afraid to face down a giant sea monster with the power to summon tidal waves with just her words and a glorified pointy stick proves that. The idea that she needs a “wiser” character to come alongside her and “free her” from her own duties is not only stupid, it undermines one of the key things that makes Luna such a strong character despite her relative lack of screentime.

Furthermore, canonically, one of Luna’s main reasons for sticking with her duty as Oracle isn’t because it’s tradition, it’s because of what Niflheim did. In the Kingsglaive movie, when Nyx Ulric is getting angry at Luna for doing really reckless, life-threatening things, she tells him quote:

“I do not fear death. What I fear is doing nothing and losing everything.”

That’s not a woman who is blindly following a path laid out for her. That is a woman who is desperately, furiously fighting against the people who killed her mother in front of her the best way she can: by being the Oracle they cannot stand for her to be.

But sure. Luna is only the Oracle because she doesn’t know better and it never occurred to her to be anything else until some jaded kid with a shotgun made a snide comment about it.

3b: Luna’s faith is a character flaw that has only survived this long because it wasn’t challenged by a worldly wise character who knows better.

Not going to lie but words cannot express how much I hate this trope. This is another thing that shows up a lot in television/movies but also in books too, and that is that a character is not allowed to have a faith in something/religion unless they are 1. Foolish, 2. Brainwashed/tricked into it, 3. A crazy fanatic, or 4. It’s a character flaw they have to overcome by becoming more jaded and atheist and hateful.

Because … that’s not how it works. There are- millions (billions) of people all over the real world who are intelligent, well educated, thoughtful, kind, and religious. And no I’m not just talking about Christianity (tho I am Christian so you can see why this trope grinds my gears so hard). There’s Hinduism, there’s Islam, there’s Buddhism, there’s Judaism, there’s so many faiths and belief systems okay. And no we don’t tend to play well with each other or accept the validity of the others but that doesn’t mean we’re fanatics or brainwashed or stupid. And no we really don’t appreciate it when media introduces a character who follows a religion (even fictional ones!) only to make them an antagonist or rip it away from them in the name of “improving their character”. Just like every other cultural group ever who really doesn’t like their heritage and culture being used as a butt of jokes or is turned into a caricature or used as the basis for the antagonist being Evil™.

But no. We can’t possibly have a character who’s faith makes them strong or gives them comfort in times of hardship unless they are deluded. We can’t possibly have a character who is both intelligent and faithful. We can’t possibly show a character who is breathtakingly courageous and selfless as well as religious unless we point at their faith and go oh look a horrible character flaw to overcome by having non-believer characters open their eyes via sarcastic commentary.

And look. Look. I am well aware that the plot of Dawn of the Future has Bahamut as the Bad Guy™. I am fully aware of that. But if you want to be purely honest and technical, that doesn’t invalidate Luna’s faith because (spoilers) the other Astrals fight Bahamut to save the world. They hear her cries and the come to fight on behalf of Lucis and Noctis and all of Eos and they kill Bahamut even when that ensures their own destruction.

But we’re not actually here to talk about whether the Astrals deserve Luna’s faith in them, we’re here to talk about why insisting Luna’s faith is, by nature of being a faith, treated like a flaw and why it is treated like something so weak it only survived to this point because Luna didn’t face anything “bad” enough to “snap her out of it”.

Spoiler alert, it’s not a flaw and it’s not weak.

Going back to something I have mentioned several times already: Niflheim is an empire run by people who actively want to kill the very beings most of the planetary population worships. The very same people in charge of Luna’s life for twelve years, starting from when she was twelve and very emotionally vulnerable and traumatized, hate the Astrals. I repeat: They hate the Astrals. They have devised weapons to try (and spectacularly fail) to kill them. Half their continent is a winter nightmare-land because they tried to kill Shiva the Glacian and she went “haha, nice try, lemme leave a fake corpse here that constantly pumps out freezing temperatures and blizzards”.

Am I seriously, honestly, supposed to believe that these people didn’t try to tear down her faith at every single opportunity? That Ravus wouldn’t have tried to bully and cajole and harass her into abandoning her faith because he knew that her faith was what kept her walking her chosen path as Oracle and that said path was destined to kill her? Am I seriously supposed to believe that Luna didn’t spend those twelve years having to sit there and bite her tongue to keep from raging at these cutthroat nobles as they gloated and sneered and spat on the names of the Astrals who gave Luna the very magic she uses to heal those in need?

Luna never needed Sol to come along and say “what have the Astrals ever done for you?” because I promise that she’s heard some variation of that exact phrase from everyone in her life. From her own brother to the Emperor himself she has heard some form of this question, this taunt. In the Kingsglaive movie, General Glauca even says something to the order of, “To what god do you pray? The gods do not listen.” Right before he kidnaps her.

Luna’s faith isn’t something blind, and it is not a flaw. It is a cornerstone of her character. Luna’s faith is a bloody, stubborn, tenacious thing that she has nurtured and shored up and been steadied by through twelve years of emotional abuse and physical imprisonment. Luna’s faith is an unshakeable thing that can only come from long nights spent crying into the silent dark of the room and asking “is this real? Am I right? Should I give up? This hurts so much, what do I do?” and finding the answer to be “yes this is real. Yes I am right. No, I won’t give up even though it kills me. Yes it hurts, but what I believe in is stronger than this pain.”

Faith is not optimism and it is not fanaticism. Optimism can be broken by hardship and fanaticism has no room for selfless kindness or acceptance of other people not being as devoted as they are. Faith is personal. Faith is a bedrock, and maybe it’s a bedrock that makes no sense to people on the outside, but it is a bedrock and it can make mountains move.

Just as Luna proves when she runs rings around an Empire to win the respect and cooperation of Titan and of Ramuh, to stand amid the rain and tell an enraged TideMother that “it is in mercy that men offer praise, and in shedding grace that the gods solicit worship” and not flinch because she knows she is right.

Luna’s faith is a fierce, scarred thing that has taken every kind of suppression and propaganda and poison the empire could throw at it and kept on going.

Furthermore. Luna’s faith is treated by Sol as something empty. Because when did the Astrals ever help her or comfort her or save her?

I can answer that. They helped her when they gave her Umbra and Pryna, who kept her company through her life and gave her a way to talk to Noctis. A way to reach out to a person who was not either imperial, warped by imperial propaganda, or too afraid to speak out against the empire for fear of dying. They comforted her when Gentiana became a second mother for Luna after the death of Queen Sylva. A physical shoulder to cry on, a sounding board to bounce fears off of, a well of advice when it was asked of her, a rock to retreat to when Ravus turned away from her and the empire continued to control as much of her life as they could.

Gentiana, who is really Shiva in disguise, has been with Luna since she was a small child.

One of the Astrals themselves has been with Luna for almost her entire life. Has guided her, has comforted her, has led her to safety as she fled Insomnia’s ruins.

Shiva had no reason to do that. The Oracles have done their duty since the time of Aera without her help or company. Shiva didn’t have to stay. She didn’t have to linger and offer comfort and become Luna’s friend. She didn’t have to listen to the last words of a scared young woman who wanted only to see her fiancé one last time and promise to carry them to Noctis in the event of her death. Shiva didn’t have to cry on behalf of Luna. Shiva didn’t have to help Luna remember what it was like to be an ordinary woman (“Yet others need not hide their grief. Is she [Luna] so different from them?”), and in fact, if Shiva had played up to most of the stereotypes, she would have done the opposite and done her hardest to suppress any part of Luna’s personality that wasn’t her Oracle duties.

But she did. Shiva was there, and she remembered. Shiva loved and we as a fandom may yell at the Astrals a lot for not doing more to take care of the Starscourge, but of all of them Shiva gave the most because she came down and she lived, and walked, and loved this Oracle, this scared child, this frightened, weary woman who couldn’t even turn to her own family for comfort. Shiva’s husband Ifrit was betrayed by humankind and yet Shiva still defended them, she kills Ifrit to protect the man (the king) that Luna loved.

And at the end of the game, in those final moments outside the Citadel, when it’s just Noctis and his Retinue against all of Ardyn’s armies of daemons, when Luna calls out to these Astrals whom she has remained faithful to her entire life, even unto her death…

They answer.

Every. Last. Astral. Who is not corrupted like Ifrit, comes down at her prayer and fights. Even Leviathan who’s only voiced lines are screaming wrath against the humanity that forgot her, even Bahamut who otherwise remains aloof in his plane of magic beyond the concerns of the mortal world. Luna calls, and they answer her.

“What have the Astrals ever done for her” indeed.

Luna’s faith is a driving force of her character, it is irrevocably intertwined with her duty, with her choices, with her desire to help people and save the world even if it costs her own life, and in the end her faith is rewarded. Not in the way we want for her, because we love the ultimate happy endings where everyone lives and nobody dies. But Final Fantasy XV was never a story about happy endings. It was a story about coming of age, and tragedy, and sacrifice. Of holding onto hope against all opposition, and of having faith that someday the dawn will return, even if bringing about that dawn requires personal sacrifice.

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Okay this is over 5k words, I’m tired, and I’m extremely salty so I can’t really figure out how to wrap this up but there we go, my salty personal rant about why I think Dawn of the Future messed up some really critical parts of Luna’s characterization and why it’s Really Bad that they messed up those specific things.

Also I kinda despise them making Bahamut the bad guy in DotF because yes he’s a jerk and yes he really could have done the whole Prophecy thing a ton better, but in the original FFXV one of the things that made the game so heartbreakingly tragic to me is that most of the characters involved weren’t pure evil. They could be greedy, and flawed, and crazy, but in the end the source of the problem was too big to pin on one character.

Do you pin the entire thing on the god of war for his mistakes in trying to bring about peace, or the god of fire for trying to destroy humanity and no longer being there to do his job and purify the plague? Do you blame the Astrals for their hubris or humanity for theirs, because Ifrit loved humanity until they betrayed him so deeply he went mad? Do you hate Ardyn for causing the Long Night or pity him for being a victim of Somnus’s greed? Can you blame Somnus for everything even though the Scourge was going on long before him and kept spreading long after he sealed Ardyn away? The whole thing is a tragedy because at this point it’s a problem too big to fix without someone paying a price too heavy and we hate that because the characters who pay that price are the ones we grow to love over the game.

But that is an entirely different rant for an entirely different day when I am not so tired and my hands no longer hurt from writing this much in one sitting. Thank you and good night.

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Ji "confession" written for Kyungsoo?

I wanted to talk about it in another post, but this will do with no problems.

First of all, I want to bring the lyrics and observe some points of it. Like how JI actively participated on the lyrics composition. It’s different from Spoiler, for example, that had other composers and neither JI or CY were involved (Loey also was credited in Confession lyrics). At the same time tho, there’s no much background or publicity about this fact of the story behind this song. Which is kind of a paradox, since JI participated actively on this process. 

There was even a live JI did at 191229 where he mentioned a bit about revealing Spoiler to the public.At 2:53 he mentions how it’s totally different from Confession and is about to explain the difference when he, suddenly, stops himself and quickly finishes the livestream. 

Another points that gets my attention while listening to Confession are:

It’s originally a very sexualized song (the title Favorite Position says it all lool), but it changed drastically with JI’s composition (although the stage is sort of sexual since he’s shirtless and all of that). In other hand, Spoiler gets more evident in terms of sexualization lyrically speaking, using terms like “let’s skip the conversation” and others that lead the characters to a sexual encounter and what may happen after that;

The fact Confession doesn’t use female pronouns to refer to the partner JI is singing to. You imagine he’s singing to a woman because he’s a man (which doesn’t invalidate the hypothesis of singing to another man but ok) and because there’s a backup vocal that mentions “girl” once or twice in the middle of the song. That’s it. Because the lyrics don’t talk about a girl at all. And he composed this song meanwhile, again, Spoiler wasn’t composed by him. Moving on;

It’s bizarre how, somehow, the composers of Spoiler seem to make a reference to Confession using this word in the lyrics “ What do you want, a frank character? I need your confession” (this part is written in English). The way it was put, it seemed to me like Spoiler was a remake of confession or a sequel, evidencing it more in a modern way of, perhaps, a temporary relationship between a man and a woman based more on sex. In other words, taking the ambiguous feel Confession left.

The lyrics itself

There are some people who interpreted the lyrics in their own way. That’s a positive thing about music: it’s open for different points of view. So some aspects may differ from what people said, but replying to your main question: yes, I believe Confession was written with KS in mind.

Points that make me think that:

Your poker face cannot be read

elegance pervades your whole body

Pilates makes gestures more elegant and harmonic

From Monday to Friday there's no way to find exit because I fall in love even more with you: It talks about how he’s involved through all this time, every day. Clearly a different process seen in a sexual gathering. Instead of feeling satisfied and go to someone else, the inverse happens here. There are new layers, more reasons about why he falls in love with the person;

I replaced the lie with a more exact and complete truth: JI accepts that he does feel a lot for the person, that’s why he said he replaced the lie (that he doesn’t feel anything) with the complete truth;

You don’t need to hide something inside your ego, take it off.  The deeper secret is the feeling that changed you. Confess it all to me: the recipent feels the same and JI knows it. But, at the same time, doesn’t want to admit the feelings are mutual. It’s a deep secret the recipient needs to hide, probably because of his ego. JI wants the person to be open about it and admit his feelings. It shows how the song is not simply a “hello, I want u let’s fuck”. There’s more involved and we can interpret this relationship happens for a while to develop such feelings admist the life routine and boredom it brings to some people;

I just wanna know ya, time for confession. Time for confession. Hit yourself up: this part may pass the impression JI and the recipient don’t know each other very well. But it’s not true, When he says, “I just wanna know ya”, it’s because it’s estabilished the recipient hides his own self, his own feelings and makes harder for JI to fully meet the person he’s involved with. And when he says “hit youself up” it’s the way to mention how the recipient needs to make an action, to connect and contact first, say his name (as a way of aknowledgment) and confess;

Your voice is deeper than the darkness of the night: that is another key point that give away the fact this song wasn’t created with a female in mind. Even scientifically speaking, a female voice tends to have a higher range than a male;

An adult woman’s average range is from 165 to 255 Hz, while a man’s is 85 to 155 Hz (see sources). Men’s voices are generally deeper because the surge of testosterone released during puberty causes their vocal cords to elongate and thicken (source).

Besides, KS’s voice is well known for being low in both singing and speaking. Won’t show videos for that since it’s a well know fact already.

Your gaze is focused, as if you are looking for something, that’s all: some gifs I posted above show this side of KS as well hehe.

I still want your limp body. All I want is your love: another sentence that shows it’s not a casual relationship for JI. It doesn’t matter if the body is weak or getting old or if there are injuries along the way. He wants the soul, the feelings, the love from the recipient;

Wake up slowly. Don't worry, it's time to let it go. You don’t need make up: this sentence can be ambiguous, especially because it uses make up. Some people interpret it as a literal make-up and it could be the real meaning because it talked about getting older and the action of waking up. But it also may mean make up something or pretend and it also has base in what JI said before. So both meanings could be valid here (when looking for translations in other languages the meaning was surrounded by a literal make up but anyways). Embracing the idea of a literal make up is a poetic way to embrace imperfections. When we are around someone we love, we want to show the best sides of ourselves. A perfect face, flawless body and mental health in check. But JI accepts the recipient the way he is and wants him to do the same. Go to him the way you are, without restrictions or inibitions;

Come even close to me with your head up and feel sad right now: there’s a process going on here. The recipient needs to be vulnerable and get closer to the person he loves (in this case JI). But this person also needs to do it confidently (with the head up) and feeling sad, which means the recipient needs to accept his feelings even if they’re dark or if he wants to naturally hide them.It’s another clue that this process is not only sexual. On the contrary. There are many layers in this relationship and the song shows them all.

Coincidentially, I came across this article talking about KS’s voice and the person mentions in some occasions how his insecurity affects his performance If a vocal coach can notice his insecurity, imagine those who are close to him;

Baek also said once that KS needs to believe in his heart and not listen to what others think, which could show a bit this side of him (that matches the song accurately).

Come even close, I want more. Know what I’m saying, you know what I’m saying: again, the closure JI seeks is not only physical. It’s not only the body, the satisfaction, the sex. There are a lot of feelings involved from his part and he wants the confirmation they’re mutual, he wants the closure to the recipient. And ofc, the recipient knows it pretty well.

So, if I believe this song is about KS? Oh yeah 😜