#Quirk: cryokinesis

[quirkwizard]

I'm super curious to see how Compress and Cryokinesis would be like together.

Hi, I would like to see a quirk marriage on Mr. Compress and Fuyumi~

New Quirk Name: Ice Cube

This Emitter type Quirk allows the user to make small cubes of ice from their hands. When this ice cube touches something, the user can cause ice to rapidly burst out of the cubes within a short range of the point of impact. This ice works great to trap whatever is around it, freezing and preserving it inside of the ice. The user has some control over how the ice is formed, like making the surrounding ice into icicles to keep anyone from going near it. The user can delay the activation of the ice and can deactivate the ice by rubbing their hands together. This gives the user a versatile Quirk, able to throw out their ice cubes to cause all kinds of mayhem. They can incapacitate their enemies inside of ice cubes, reinforce an area with layers of ice, make people slip on sudden ice, hide ice cubes around as traps, protect their allies by encasing them in ice, drop ice blocks on people, or simply use it to replace their fridge. Though the Quirk has a serious weakness to heat, causing the ice to melt before or after it hits the target. People can smash through the ice as well or just wait for it to melt naturally. Making too many of these will end up freezing the user's hands, making it harder to make and throw their cubes.

[shiho7567]

DP x BNHA Prompt

I've read many fanfics where danny comes into the bnha dimension and encounters aizawa and he adopts him (his erasure works on his ghost power, etc.) now that gave me an idea

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danny phantom and bnha is in the same universe

and america has different rules, lets say people can get certificates to use their quirks for their jobs and the fenton's make their children get the certificates to help them in the lab

danny had cryokinesis until his accident when he was like 10/11, then he got his ghost powers ad ghost half, this fused with his quirk and keeps him alive

jazz has some emotional based quirk like emotional construct, like her emotions dictate what she can do, due to the ecto-contamination she can also communicate/influence ghosts

the main reason i had this idea was with aizawa uses his powers on danny in ghost form, danny flops down and dies, aizawa must live with having killed a kid

i have already written a start

After finishing her first semester in University Jazz decided to return home for a surprise visit to her family in Amity Park. It has been a few days since Danny contacted her and she was a little bit worried, but if something bad had happened he would have told her.

After parking her car in front of the building FentonWorks, she made her way inside. What stroke her as strange was that no one was in sight. She could not even feel the ghosts that would normally enter her sights.

That should have been the first red flag, that something wrong was going on.

Having figured that her brother was probably out with his friends and her parents downstairs in their lab, she decided to go see her parents first.

What she saw when she arrived at the lab was something she never would have imagined ever seeing. There in front of her were both her parents in full on safety gear and their hazmat suits, hunched over a metal table in the middle in the room. On the table strapped down was her little brother with a hoarse voice, no doubt from crying loudly for hours, silently begging them to stop that he was still alive. Only seconds after the door closed behind her did she see what was really happening her parents had their hands in her brother open chest. They must have touched something extremely vulnerable as her brother gasp sharply and his head turned to the side, seeing her. Jazz could see his eyes that were almost completely dull from hopelessness and terror, fill with tears and hope upon landing on her, her figure reflecting in his eyes.

[realcube]

ENTRY #171 iida x reader

synopsis ✎ a lasting moment with iida tenya

tws/tags ✎ first part is midoriya pov, medical equitment & nosy ppl!!!

a/n ✎ request for @ladycoleigh

ENTRY #171

name → (y/n) (l/n)

class → 1-A

quirk → hydrokinesis

appearance → athletic, short hair, tomboyish

note #1 → i was introduced to (l/n) before but i didn't make an entry about them because i didn't fully understand their quirk. it was only revealed during the UA sports festival that they have the ability to manipulate water. we saw it during their fight with todoroki.

extras →

↳ quirk can maybe extend to cryokinesis ; tbc

↳ they can manipulate water created by todoroki

↳ they were very unwell and faint after the sports festival so i assume the reason they don't use their quirk often is because it's very taxing

↳ quirk might be related to visibility or sight. i saw them make prolonged eye-contact with iida tenya (see entry #133 for more details on iida tenya) and i suspect that they were trying to use th

deku's frantic skribbling with interupted by iida's voice, accompanied by violent chopping hand motions. "i don't appreciate you writing about me in your journal, midoriya!"

he looks up at the stern boy with furrowed boys, and hastily slams his book shut and stuffs it away into his bag, "what i write in my own journal is personal to me, so i don't appreciate you reading it over my shoulder."

iida's expression settles into one less agitated, and more so inquisitive, "how is my interaction with (l/n) at the sports festival apart of your 'personal' meanderings?"

"because i think the whole staring thing that you guys were doing might be apart of their quirk!" he explains excitedly, ready to share his theories with his friends, until iida's rapid air chopping resumes as he shakes his head rapidly, cheeks ablaze with flustered fury.

"there was no such staring! i don't know what you are talking about, midoriya. we looked at each other for a normal amount of time."

midoriya rolls his eyes, "maybe a normal amount of time for a couple of statues." he holds his eyes open wide with his fingers to emphasise his point, and iida simply tuts, recollecting on the event.

the had long since wheeled you away from the sports day stadium after you fainted. many of his classmates and participants reamined there for celebrations a while after the event ended, but he was quick to follow the emergency crew where ever they were taking you.

as the class rep, he felt it was his duty to check up on you and make sure you were doing well, and he's glad he did because as he made his way back onto the school premises, he encountered crowds of interviewers and press darting through the halls, banging on doors and causing general disorder in search of you.

he, midoriya and several teachers aided in dissipating the horde, and it was almost working, until the healing staff happened to wheel you passed —in a stretcher —the particular hallway all of them were congregated in.

all of sudden, it was an onslaught of screamed questions, waving microphones and flashing cameras. but even admist the chaos, iida turned around to look at you, and you both locked eyes. for what was only a moment but felt like an eternity.

his heart skipped a beat in his chest when he saw you fly by , your mystifiying eyes penetrating into his soul in a way that he's never experienced before. it's as though you slipped right past all of his defences, and hit him in the most tender part of his heart. so sweet, so stunning, he couldn't help but think to himself.

all of that was short-lived though, as you had been rushed out of sight before either of you could even process what had just happened.

needless to say, midoriya wasn't the only one whose thoughts you have been haunting.

[frostise]

@endlss-voiid continued from this thread

it's precious moments like these killer frost is eager to accept the role as bystander and watch another assassin at work in the deepest pits of the alleyway after hearing the commotion take place. it was not her business to intrude, but she couldn't help but feed into her morbid curiosity that instantly peaked at the violence the void had displayed, causing a ugly grin to overrule her usual deadpanned expression throughout the entire scene until the unlucky bastard ended up getting his eyeballs ripped out without so much as a warning. frost preferred polished kills that left her hands and uniform less dirty from the bloodshed, but even then she was still staring rather intensely after the supernatural force claims his revenge on the low life by disrespecting the corpse laying near his feet. it was this exact moment the killer makes a mental note to never provoke this guy on her best day.

when his attention was directed at her, louise forces herself to snap out of her trance and register their comment. ❝ hmm. i hear that. sounds to me we have something in common and i don't mean your killing method. ❞ a quirk of her brow is introduced, a tiny smirk slowly making its return upon the question. ❝ my moniker speaks for itself, but i don't use cold guns like that mr. freeze wannabe up in central city. whoever made that rumor up is an idiot. i'm betting my left leg you'll be surprised cryokinesis isn't the only superpower i have. i've faced some assholes that end up forgetting it and wind up dead. ❞

[altrxisme]

v: mha ; carry beyond your limit

VALKYRIE Falcon / Musician / Pro/Underground Hero

Her reasons to go from dancer to Pro could be described as vengeful, but there is no doubt that Johanne Fröst is efficient and effective with her duties as the underground Pro Hero, Valkyrie

Although it's generally how the Hero scene works in America, she doesn't care about how high or low she ranks and usually works solo or with the authorities that truly know her value in the Hero society. She's earned her place and respect from sheer will and straightforwardness, a rare thing in the country she lives in. True to her Hero name, she dispenses justice when need be and mostly does night patrols to stay incognito.

Her main investigation, searching for her father after he mysteriously disappeared, brings her to many places, and Japan is where she frequently visits.

SILVERTONGUE Cryokinesis / Tutor / Informant

An extremely late bloomer into developing his Quirk, Silvertongue has enough experience to navigate as a vigilante even without its use.

Jackson O'Daly was bullied often when he was past the age when other children's Quirks manifested. After the doctor diagnosed him with lacking the gene sequence to activate the Quirk, Jackson thought himself doomed for his entire life. After a series of unfortunate events that led to him leaving the US for a while, he made himself anew and instead bettered himself as a Quirkless person in a superpowered society.

He even got into the info brokering circles as an informant enable to help his Pro Hero step-sister.

It wasn't until he was 18 that his Quirk finally manifested and he decided to keep this off record.

It wasn't as if anyone paid too much attention to an English/Physics tutor after all.

Dossiers Extended Info Thread Ideas

[erisdiamas]

The corner of the Pearl’s lips quirked up in amusement of how eager Cherry was to help out, she beckoned him closer.. leaning into his ear as if she were spilling a big secret- “Oh… you can control the temperature? That’s perfect, you can aid me with that whilst I mold it to our creation- oh! You could also cool it in that case, correct? I’d try but my cryokinesis is… fairly new and feels slightly limited.” The Pearl who used to sketch during grueling courtcase was somebody completely different from the now liberated Pearl now, long wavy hair reminiscent of her emotional former ‘boss’ donning something that the humans would consider slightly ‘gothic’, with a sparkle of light, she tied her hair back into a ponytail to match her newfound helper- “You can call me.. Azura for now, I am quite found of the name..” She reached out for the stake she already had in the furnace pulling it out gently. “I just need you to help… mold the petals for the glass rose I wanna display…”

The bubbled gloves suddenly slimmed until they were skin tight, a look of determination spread across the being face as they zoned in.. reaching into the heated glass, swirling the staff around- randomly pinching at the glass to form the ridges of the petals- all Azura could see was a blur of light and hands… but the end result made her eyes widen in amazement.

“Presto! You ordered your very own flowers, my Azurious one- check it out!!! We actually did it!!” In all his excitement, their pink safety gloves dissipated causing them to drop their first work of art- a panicked look spread across his face and as soon as they began to call themselves a massive failure- the extra pair of hands came in handy.. sweat dropped at the mere stress of it all- relieved that his first task wasn’t royally screwed!

Now Cherry was almost confident that he can handle them all at once- Azura was right! He can put these long arms to use!

Continued | @erisdiamas

Human's own belly was glowing where his gemstone would be, his eyes glowing a bright pink showcasing white star pupils as they conversed as they talked and danced. His voice replying. "Gem Steven has only poofed once in his life and that was from a ... really bad cut... and there was that drink too but he was fine... he's too stressed to let himself get overwhelmed by stress because he worries about everyone if he were to just be poofed... " before a voice came from their mouth he did not recognize.

He looked down examining their new form through the fusions eyes, using the two extra arms. "... ok we fused... this is .. new i mean not really new to me I've fused plenty of times... I mean usually with Gem or with Connie... and the gems a handful of times and even classic on occasion, but like this is new new... like woah.... we should look at a mirror right? Like I wanna see what we look like, do you wanna see what we look like... are we going to even fit in the house?"

[my-hero-aaron]

Provisional Licenses, Part 3

Perched up on the roof, atop a positively huge flower, sat Oliver, ready to hit some targets of his own with what looked like an improvised slingshot built from vines.

No sooner than I had pieced together just what Oliver was up to, was when he acted. A ball went whizzing over my head, and impacted with a dull thud. Before I could turn around to see what (or who) Ollie had hit, however, a sound like the world’s loudest vaccum tube being opened assaulted my ears, and I felt the air start to tear from my lips. Thankfully, there was a harsh drop in temperature to go with this odd effect permeating the air around me, and, in hindsight, that kept me lucid enough to channel the cold into a mask over my mouth and nose, keeping all the air from ripping from my lungs. Unfortunately, that momentary reaction gave whoever was behind me the opportunity they were looking for, and I heard the sound of a ball slamming into the target at my back.

Oh HECK, that’s not a good thing... was the only thought to cross my mind as I spun to face my opponent. The first thing I noticed about the girl was her hair, which, while a bit over the top, was an absolute look and she wore it well. It started out dark blue near her head, and gracefully blended to white at the tips. She wasn’t much taller than K, and her grey eyes were sharp with what looked like either shock, fury, or a dangerous combination of both. The rest of her face was covered by a pretty utilitarian gas mask, and there were a few tanks that it was connected to on her back. Immediately, I noted that two of the three targets scattered around her body were already lit, and I knew that this was my chance to take a step toward passing.Stepping forward out of the roaring din of air-weirdness she’d stuck me in, I threw what was in both hands at her with a surprisingly practiced motion. The snowball in my left hand, having been thrown just a bit earlier, worked magnificently as a feint, disintegrating against her chest harmlessly, forcing her to dodge into the path of the actual ball I’d thrown.

“Who are you and HOW THE HELL DID YOU NOT GET AFFECTED BY THAT?” Despite the muffling of her support item, the rage in her voice was incredibly evident.

In one smooth motion, I raised a hand to toss a finger gun the girl’s way, dispelling the mask around my face.

“Let’s just say I don’t freeze up like most folks! Thanks for the charge-up!” I quipped, turning to Kailey and taking her hand once again as I dashed off past the girl, who now looked so beside herself I was shocked she didn’t burst a vein or something.

After a bit of jogging, Kailey and I found ourselves in the middle of what looked like a town square. The lack of cover from the surrounding buildings had hardly begun to make me nervous before a few somewhat quiet footfalls could be heard from one of the surrounding buildings. Rather than whirling to face the sound like K did, I grit my teeth a bit, and stomped a foot, putting into motion the special move I had been working on. The balance between flow and surface area had been hard to pin down, and it still was nowhere near the efficiency I needed to really pull it off effectively. I could feel the collossal drain it was putting on the store of cold left in my chestplate, and I knew that we had to act fast. As best as I could, I reached out with my thermal senses, hoping to get a ping nearby. Other than my best friend right next to me, there seemed to be one other person in the area, obviously the source of the footsteps. Slowly, I let go of K’s hand, and started to walk toward them, the cloud of fog I was putting out coming with me. Clearly the cloud was having the intended effect, as a few stray balls came swirling through the fog in a vain attempt to hit me. Only one came close to it’s mark, and it was relatively simple to slip my arm out of the way. Thankfully, Kailey was behind me when I slipped into the building, and I did my best to maintain the cloud as we snuck up the stairs to try to find the person’s vantage point. She spotted the person ages before me, and a small flicker formed around Kailey’s prey as she threw three balls, aimed perfectly to hit the unaware young hero-to-be. Judging by the slowness of their reaction, that little flicker was K messing with time, and it was only a moment before the person let out a startled groan. With that, my best friend had passed the first part of the test, and now all that was left was for me to find one more person to knock out.   

Unfortunately, as I stepped down into the lower floor of the building, I found, upon examination, it was obvious that my chestpiece didn’t have much as far as stores of cold go. I knew the fog cloud was going to burn off a lot of what I had stored, but the fluid inside my armor was well, just that. Fluid. Even before we’d snuck in here under the cover of a bubble of mist, the thing had been frozen stock solid. Whatever I was going to do, it had to be two things: clever, and simple. Not to mention the fact that all I had keeping me from getting knocked out was the one target on the inside of my arm.

I slipped a palm against the wall, hoping there would be at least some sort of water piping in these buildings, but all I could feel, at least in my immediate vicinity, was concrete and plaster, and they were all plenty warm from the sun that was beating down into the arena. I’d really have to keep it economical, the last thing I needed was to overextend myself in the middle of a hostile arena like this. My moment of thought afforded me one grace, though. There was the telltale crunching sound of frozen grass outside reaching my ears, and it was obvious that it wasn’t K walking away. I scrambled to hide somewhere, anywhere in the building I was standing in, and thankfully, my dive behind the full-length bookshelf got me out of sight of whoever was walking in. Unfortunately, my movement was less than silent, so it was pretty clear there was someone else in the room, and my adversary tipped off that they knew this, calling out “Hey, I know you’re in here. Come out, face me! I want a good fight.”

My pulse quickened noticably at this. There weren’t exactly obvious actions to take here, and I could feel my brain screaming through options, trying to piece something together to pull off this fight in my favor.

“I saw you had two targets lit up, and I’m in the same boat. How about a duel?”

I pressed a hand to my chest, double checking just how much cold was stored there. By my estimation, I could maybe get away with one little blast of smoke, just enough to make whoever was challenging me’s throw that much harder. The last piece clicked into place, and taking in a deep breath, I unsnapped my cape from my shoulders, rolled out from behind where I was hiding, and put up a column of fog directly in front of the young man who was standing in the doorway. As I dashed forward to get in close, one hand had a tight grip on a ball, ready to strike, and the other flung my now loose cape into the fog. A small thud rang around the room as the cape did just what I was expecting it to: catch a ball that was heading for my now-open arm target. A few more dashed steps, and my target was directly in front of me: One of K’s childhood bullies.

“Game over, Hiraba.” I spat, my hand slamming into the third target on his chest. Apparently, I put a little bit more into the blow than I was intending, because he visibly stumbled, his heels slipping on the ice underfoot.  

“I-I-I- that’s not FAIR, Aaron! I couldn’t see you, and you were so much faster than I was expecting-”

“Consider yourself lucky I kept it to something small, you deserve worse.” I really hoped my face didn’t belie the incredibly obvious bluff I was pulling. Judging by the fear in his eyes, either he remembered that time I practically exploded when we were kids, or I was really selling the whole stabby mcgee angle. He had a few spluttering words for me as I turned on my heel, snatched up my cape off the floor, and stepped over him and through the doorway. I honestly didn’t hear a single one. Heck, I was so enthused about making it through this trial that I almost didn’t notice that Hiraba’s two partners in crime, Osaki and Kanai, were outside as well, more than a bit dumbfounded at the burning frost in my eyes and the smoke at my back, a bundle of cold-stiffened fabric in my hands.

As I walked into the little area that they had set up to gather all the folks who had completed the test, I spotted K’s vantablack gloves standing out in the crowd like someone had sliced the space they occupied out, leaving a sharp black void in their place. Thankfully, Oliver’s green hair was poking through the crowd next to her as well, and I jogged up to my pals, a smile on my face.

“Looks like we all made it, y’all! Got your snipe on, huh Ollie?”

“Golly, well it sure worked, I’m just glad that flower was so helpful!” Oliver chirped, bubbly as usual. I flashed a broader smile K’s way, a chuckle bubbling through it.

“Jeez hon, you really put the smackdown on Amber! Not like she didn’t have it coming or anything, but that was quite the trouncing.”

“As if you didn’t get a hit in on Mekai of all people!”

I opened my mouth to, if I was honest, get a little overexcited about the fact I managed to tag the guy who was aware of everything, there was a screech of interference blasted from the speakers, and the whole room was wincing as the screen in front of the table full of food flicked on.

“Alright, now that the last of you have arrived, we can make clear just what the second phase of the test is going to look like. If you’d direct your attention to the screen, please, everything will become clear.”

Mere moments after he’d stopped speaking, the camera view of the test field where we had just struggled to pull off that whole combat scenario filled the screen, and with a colossal roar, began to shake, the screen filling with smoke. Once things had cleared up, however, it was obvious just what had went down. The entire landscape of where we had just been was in ruins.

“As you can see, there has now been a terrorist attack by villains on the area. There are going to be a large variety of victims in the wreckage, and they need saving. Before the EMTs arrive, you’ll have to fill in. Get moving!” Once again, the walls of the room we were in fell with a creak, and we rushed in.

[vergangenheit-nostalgisch-m]

WHAT IS YOUR FINAL ACT AS A VILLAIN?

you succeeded with your plan... right?

you stand atop the peak, and you look down at the wreckage. it was righteous wreckage, you think. it was necessary. now, you can begin to rebuild; a new world that will be better than the last. you don't care that your hero's body lays at your feet-- dead and useless. you don't care that they were technically doing the same thing as you: trying to make what they thought was a better world. it doesn't matter that, really, it was pure chance that it was you who came out on top. it doesn't matter. it doesn't.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Lightning in a Snowstorm - Nora West-Allen x Snow!Daughter!Reader - The Flash Season 5&8

Request: Maybe both? Like one minuted snow!reader is in the season 5 timeline and then boom! She's helping Nora and Bart with godspeed and wondering why her mother is crying when she sees her

A/n: I forgot about the entire Godspeed arc because I set this after it, whoopsies.

/// Previously on The Flash ///

Barry and Iris were desperate to take Nora back into the Negative Speedforce, but you stood still, staring at your hands.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you glanced at Frost.

"Something's wrong!" You cried out, looking down at your hands as cracks of light began to break through your skin, realisation on your face as your mother looked over at Barry and Iris.

"Y/n..." Nora cried, but you shook your head, stumbling slightly as you walked towards your mother, falling into her embrace.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Nora whispered as her father pulled her and her mother into an embrace.

"Please, don't forget me. I love you, mum." You whispered, closing your eyes as your body disintegrated into pieces, almost reflecting snowflakes as you ceased to exist.

With the timeline changed, you and Nora had been erased.

/// Sometime during Season 7/8 of The Flash ///

"Hey, guys!" Nora and Bart waved as they entered STAR Labs, making a beeline for the latest updates on what Team Flash were fighting this time.

"Uh, I thought you two were heading back to 2049?" Iris enquired, on a break from her work in Coast City with the city's first meta.

"We were, but- uh... it's a long story." Bart rambled, deciding to not reveal the time hijinks that had happened since the two West-Allens left before.

"So what are you guys- oh cryokinetics, sweet, Nora knows all about those!" Bart pointed out, smiling as Nora glared at him.

"Wait, you study cryokinetics?" Barry raised an eyebrow, realising how different that was to the other Nora, who was a CSI like Barry.

"Uh, I don't study cryokinetics, my-"

"Her future wife is getting her bio-engineering doctorate and her study is using cryokinetics and cryotherapy for healing injuries." Bart explained as Barry and Iris paused.

"Wait, hold up, future wife-"

"I haven't proposed yet. Anyway, Bart, stop talking! You're spoiling the future!" Nora explained, her face burning at Bart's teasing at the mention of you.

"Yet?" Iris smiled slightly, watching how her daughter reacted to her brother's teasing.

"Let's be real, Y/n could really help with this, and I know you miss your lover, lover girl!" Bart persuaded Nora, who bit her lip in thought.

"I don't think it's a good idea to bring people from the future-" Barry began to oppose at the idea.

"An expert in cryokinesis like no other." Bart added, nudging Nora in the ribs as Iris quirked a brow.

"Who just so happens to be our daughter's girlfriend?"

"Mom!" Nora yelped, seeing the look on her mother's face as Bart interjected.

"It's actually an adorable love story-"

"Bart!"

"Okay, okay, fine. You go! Go get Y/n from 2049, or, wait, wait, Y/n has one of those handy time watches from-"

"Bart! Zip it, I'm going!" Nora replied, waving her hand around before speeding out, the purple lightning following her as some of the other members of Team Flash arrived.

"What's going on?" Allegra enquired as Chester grinned and waved at Bart, who cheerfully waved back.

"Nora has gone to get an expert in cryokinetics from the future-"

"Did we mention they're a part of the future Team Flash? Another Legacy member, I should add." Bart contributed to Iris' explanation as Barry exchanged glances with Iris.

"Legacy member?" Barry looked intrigued as Bart grinned nervously, realising how much he was saying.

"And that is all I can tell you." Bart concluded, zipping his mouth shut as Nora had told him to when she left for 2049.

"What are you telling us?" Frost enquired as she and Caitlin walked in.

/// 2049 ///

The tapping of computer keys echoed throughout the pristine labratory, the toes of your shoe tapped the linoleum flooring as you read over your research proposal for the hundredth time.

The coffee you'd brought from Jitters was cold as you downed it quickly, grimacing at the temperature before a chuckle caught your attention.

Spinning around in your wheelie chair, a smile graced your lips as Nora grinned, "hey lovely."

"Hey yourself, what's going on?" You enquired, spotting Nora was suited up as XS as she removed her mask to explain.

///

"Wait, so...wow, 2022... Bart's there now? Nora, neither of us are born yet, nevermind Bart... so we should be careful not to introduce any tech that's too advanced, because it would speed up the timeline." You agreed, fiddling with the time courier on your wrist as Nora walked over, leaning into press her lips against yours.

A smile crossed your face as Nora stepped back, watching as you set up the time courier to open a few minutes after Nora left 2022.

/// 2022 ///

"Again, what are you telling us?" Frost folded her arms, raising an eyebrow at Bart who glanced around awkwardly.

"Any time now, sis..."

The wooshing sound of the time courier opening a space-time door from 2049 to 2022.

"Finally! You really took your time!" Bart exclaimed as he zipped over, hugging you in greeting as you glanced around the 2022 version of STAR Labs.

"Oh my god." A voice gasped as she spotted you, Frost at her side as she stepped forwards slightly, memories of the alternate timeline you flickering in her mind.

"Hi, mum." You smiled softly, slightly confused at her glassy eyes as you glanced at your aunt, "Hi, aunt Frost."

"Aunt Frost?" Frost raised an eyebrow, glancing between Nora and Bart and you.

"What in the Anna and Elsa is happening right now?" Chester blurted out as you let out a breathy chuckle, turning to look at your girlfriend in amusement as Bart stammered over his words and Nora sheepishly smiled.

"Y/n?" Caitlin asked, reaching out for you as you softly smiled.

"Wait, wait, Y/n Snow? With the cool ice powers-"

"Ice powers? Oh, you're thinking of the other Y/n. I don't have ice powers. Mum, or mum in the future figured it was because aunt Frost has the ice powers after the split." You explained, carefully stopping Nora from showing an explanation from her gauntlet, in case it revealed too much of the future.

"So, you don't have ice powers, but you're getting a doctorate in cryokinetics?" Barry enquired as your eyes widened, looking at your mother's face as your aunt looked impressed.

"Apple doesn't fall far from the tree then, huh, Caity. Hope your daughter isn't as uptight-" Frost began but Bart beamed with laughter.

"Well, she's dating my sister, so I think out of the two of them, Nora's the uptight one." Bart chuckled until you whirled around at him with a grimace and Nora glared.

"Only when it's about the timeline, which you are hellbent on spoiling apparently!" Nora replied, flicking Bart in retaliation.

"You two are dating?" Allegra enquired as Frost was about to smirk and Caitlin's jaw dropped.

"This got out of hand so quickly..." You whispered as Nora sighed, Bart had gone over to talk to Chester and Allegra as Barry and Iris tried to talk to Caitlin, with Frost secretly watching you and Nora from the corner of her eye.

"I know..." Nora replied, leaning into you as you began to look over the issue of why Team Flash needed an expert in cryokinetics in the first place.

"I love you." Nora whispered into your shoulder as you began to tap your fingers on the screen.

"I love you too." You replied, quickly kissing Nora's cheek before spotting your aunt watching, your eyes widening at her small smile.

[mhaxwishxgranter]

Now or Never

Summary: Y/N is facing too many nomus at once, and does something that’s on the reckless side of things.

Characters: black!female!reader, mentioned Class 1-A, Aizawa Shouta

Quirk: Y/N’s Quirk is Cryokinesis, or the complete control over ice.

Warnings: mentions of Quirk overuse and hypothermia

Word Count: 571

Damn! Damn it all!

Everything hurts. Her hero costume is in shreds. And to make matters even more complicated, the nomus just keep on coming! Whenever one goes down, another keeps popping up. Y/N barely manages to avoid getting out of the way just in time, avoiding the sharp claws of a nomu by mere seconds.

The helicopter whirring above, most likely broadcasting this, is mostly background noise at this point.

She has to end this, now.

If she doesn’t, she’ll most likely be stomped into the concrete. Something she would like to avoid, thank you very much.

Y/N had come to the realization, she would have no other choice but to use that. It was something that she had hoped to never have to use, but it looked like she didn’t have a choice.

The backlash was going to be a pain to deal with.

But that was something for her future self to worry about.

Y/N exhaled.

The nomus pounced.

It was now or never.

“Absolute Zero.”

The temperature around her dropped, instantly. To a severe degree. The nomus froze, as if suspended in time. They wouldn’t be moving anytime soon. Y/N’s panting breaths came out in short puffs of cold air. Her energy was depleted. There was no way she could stand.

The last thing she remembers before she falls unconscious, is the feeling of someone catching her.

When she comes to, Y/N’s nose twitches at the smell of antiseptic, the beeping of the heart rate monitor. The fluorescent lights makes her groan ever so slightly, and she has to close her eyes for a few seconds.

Signs that she’s in a hospital room.

“L/N. Are you awake, kid?”

Opening her eyes again, Y/N looked to her left, and saw her homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shouta.

“Aizawa-sensei.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired.” She answered truthfully. “And a lot less cold.” She couldn’t lie even if she wanted to.

“You overused your quirk.” Aizawa-sensei informed her. “And you were showing signs of hypothermia by the time you made it to the hospital. It would have taken them a lot longer to warm you up, if Todoroki hadn’t offered when he came with the others to see you.”

Y/N isn’t proud of the sound that left her mouth. Especially as she thought of the dual quirk user, she had a crush on. And from the look Aizawa-sensei was giving her, his dark eyes were showing amusement and she bet that his capture weapon was hiding either a grin or a slight smile.

And the dumb stupid, heart monitor sped up ever so slightly.

She wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back out.

“Is everyone still here?”

“They wanted to be, but I didn’t want you to feel overwhelmed.”

Neither spoke for a few seconds longer, but Aizawa broke the silence. “I’m glad you made it, kid.”

“Me too, sensei.”

“And L/N?”

“Yeah?”

“As soon as you’re given the all clear, you’re gonna spar with me until you drop.”

Y/N groaned, but she knew that there was no escaping her fate.

[lexosaurus]

The Illusionist

Dannymay2021 prompt: Illusion

My Hero Academia x Danny Phantom crossover  Word Count: 5262 Read on: [ao3]

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“A kid?” Shouta asked. 

The muffled sound of an explosion echoed from the other side of the phone line.

“He can’t be older than sixteen.” Kamui Woods' voice crackled through the receiver. “Eraserhead, this is going to sound crazy, but the kid has multiple quirks. We can’t get near him. He keeps...shit, he just flew through another wall!”

Shouta shifted his cell between his shoulder and ear, launching himself up a wall and onto the roof of a low building. He surveyed the distance and saw a bright green light flash from across the city.

That must have been them.

“We need you to nullify the quirks so we can contain him till the Illusionment wears off.”

“Alright,” Shouta said, jumping off the roof. “Send me your location. I’m on my way.”

It was a new villain, one that the public had dubbed ‘the Illusionist.’ His quirk was simple, yet effective. If he touched someone, he could make them hallucinate their worst fear. 

So far, the heroes and detectives on the case hadn’t been able to figure out much about the Illusionist himself. He never struck the same victim twice, and he didn’t seem to stick around long enough for pro heroes to find him. Not to mention, the majority of his attacks happened in dark alleyways to the local homeless population, far from any cameras that would have been able to pick up his face.

And that fact made Aizawa’s blood boil. Because these weren’t attacks of revenge. No, they were attacks from someone who thought it was fun to mess with the disenfranchised. Someone who enjoyed exerting their powers over those they perceived to be less than, like some kid on a playground squishing ants beneath their sneakers.

The Illusionist’s influence was powerful, and each victim reacted differently. For some, they just froze up, lying motionless until they were found. For others, they lashed out at anyone who dared get close. 

And in a society filled with countless unknown quirks, those of his targets who did lash out—though victims themselves—still needed to be dealt with.

The good news was, the quirk’s effects weren’t permanent, and he seemed to require a fairly long recharge time in between each attack. So the pro heroes never had to deal with more than one victim at a time.

So far, the heroes and police force had figured out two ways of dealing with the Illusionists’ victims. Either the victims were knocked out or put to sleep in some way, which seemed to instantly nullify the hallucination, or the victims were captured and taken to the police station to allow the quirk’s effects to naturally run their course.

Considering the heroes really wanted the victims brought in as peacefully as possible, it had been no surprise to Shouta when the other heroes started calling him in for assistance. Especially when the victims’ hallucinations caused them to fight back.

Such as, apparently, this one.

Shouta sprinted around a corner, panting. The cool night air brushed against his face, chilling his skin. He glanced down at his phone, only to see that Wood’s location had moved once again.

Which meant that the unstable, overpowered victim was on the move. 

Wonderful.

Just then, his phone lit up.

Shouta didn’t wait to see who it was. “What is it?”

“Eraserhead,” Kamui Woods said. “We’re going to lead him to you. Meet us over by the abandoned antique warehouse. And keep your phone on you, he’s a flight risk. Literally.”

“Understood. Any injuries?”

“A few civilians, but medics are already on it. Nothing serious.”

“Good.”

Shouta hung up and changed his course. He weaved between buildings, kicking up water as puddles splashed at his feet. 

If the heroes needed to lure the kid so far away from people, then things weren’t looking good. 

Which meant that he needed to end this. Now. 

But he didn’t make it to the warehouse. Not before a flying, glowing figure appeared through the wall, crashing into him first.

On instinct, Shouta activated his quirk and sent his capture weapon to the glowing figure, but his quirk had no effect. As soon as the scarf landed on the boy, he jerked away, phasing the scarf through his body.

Shouta blinked, deactivating and reactivating the quirk again. But just like the before, nothing happened. The figure—the boy—just continued to float in the air, his glowing green eyes staring wildly into the hero as if Shouta were the most terrifying human on Earth. He raised his hand, and a neon green swirling ball began to form around his fist.

“Watch out!” a voice behind him yelled.

Aizawa ducked just in time. The green blast hit the wall just above him, burning into the bricks like acid.

“Eraserhead, hurry!” Best Jeanist yelled.

Shouta tried again to activate his quirk, but it was no use.

The boy screamed, powering up an even bigger blast than last time.

“Eraserhead!”

Tree roots shot out in front of Shouta just in time. The blast hit Kamui Woods’ shield, splintering the roots and sending pieces flying through the air.

“Shit!” Shouta deactivated his quirk and jumped back, falling in line with the heros. “He’s resistant to my quirk!” 

“We need to get him away from the residential area,” Best Jeanist said. “Force him to the industrial complex.”

“You’re not forcing me anywhere,” the teen roared back in a thick accent. His white glow ebbed and flowed around him as if he were drunk. “I won’t let you get me!”

“What is he seeing?” Shouta asked the three heroes behind him.

“A kidnapping of some sort,” Hound Dog replied.

“He keeps referring to us as ‘Operatives’. We’re unsure what that means.”

Apparently their talking only angered the glowing teen further. He raised a fist and his eyes brightened, changing from green to blue. “You’re not taking me!”

“Go!” Best Jeanist shouted.

The heroes jumped out of the alley just as the teen released the glowing blue energy ball, coating the pavement in a shockwave of jagged ice.

“How many quirks does this kid have?” Kumai Woods exclaimed.

Aizawa landed on the roof and released his capture weapon. “Doesn’t matter. Get him to the warehouse. I have a plan, but I have to make a call first.”

“Got it!”

The heroes jumped off the roof, chasing the kid out the alley and through another building.

“Don’t lose him!” Hound Dog yelled, running around the corner after him.

Shouta stayed back, pulling out his phone and pressing one of his emergency contacts. He watched as another blue beam glowed from a few blocks over, followed by a burst of green.

What the hell is that kid? 

He couldn’t believe what he’d witnessed. The kid could talk, could communicate, and yet he had multiple quirks? In the ten seconds Shouta had seen him, he was witness to flight, phase-shifting, glowing, cryokinesis, a green energy beam, and immunity to Shouta’s quirk. 

And yet, the kid wasn’t a nomu. He had intelligence. He seemed like he could have been a regular teen. A glowing one, sure, but a regular teen nonetheless.

So how did he end up with multiple quirks? And how did he become the Illusionist’s latest target? The Illusionist had only ever targeted homeless adults before. How did this teen get caught up in the mix?

Unless he was homeless himself.

The ringing stopped, and a tentative voice picked up from the other line. “Sensei?” 

Shouta breathed a sigh of relief. “Shinso, I need you to come to the field. I’ll send you a location. We need your quirk.”

“My quirk?” Shinso asked, disbelief evident in his voice.

One day Shouta would crack through that massive layer of insecurity Shinso still clung onto about his quirk.

“Illusionist hit a kid with multiple quirks. We can’t get near him and he’s resistant to my quirk. We need you to subdue him. Put him to sleep.”

“Okay. I’ll be there soon.”

“Sending a location now.”

Shouta hung up and forwarded his location before darting over to the scene, using the sound of the kid’s frantic attacks as his GPS. 

His feet pounded on the concrete. His quirk and capture weapon may have been useless against the kid, but that was fine. All he had to do was stall for time before Shinso could subdue him.

There was a loud bang, followed by a crash. Shouta skidded around the block and, using his weapon, launched himself onto a nearby roof.

There was a large hole in the side of a building that thankfully appeared to be empty. Dust clouded the air, but through it Shouta could see the kid backing into the building like a cornered animal, his arms raised and glowing a threatening acid green.

Kumai woods stepped forward slowly, his arms raised above his head. “We don’t want to hurt you!

“Don’t—don’t come another step!” The teen growled, stumbling to the side. His voice had an odd, echoing quality to it. “I’ve escaped your stupid compound once, and I’ll do it again!”

Shouta jumped down from the roof, landing in front of the heroes. He crouched down, trying to appear as non threatening as possible. “What compound?” 

The kid let out a bitter laugh. “Don’t act stupid! You were gloating enough last time!”

“We’re not going to take you to a compound,” Kumai Woods tried.

But reasoning with someone under the Illusionist’s influence was futile. Heroes and police officers had attempted it before, and it never worked.

“I’m not an idiot! I know what you do to people like me!”

Shouta froze, alarm bells going off in his head. Something was just... wrong. On a fundamental level, something wrong had happened to this kid. And based on the way his eyes darted around the empty room, he looked about a second away from making an escape.

Okay, Shouta had to stall. If the kid thought that the heroes were kidnappers, then maybe he could draw this out.

He tilted his head questioningly. “Sorry, I’m new here.” He felt his coworkers’ eyes burning against the back of his skull. “I wasn’t here for the last time.”

The kid’s distorted eyes locked onto him. “I’m sure you’ve read the reports.”

“Haven’t had time, actually. This is my first day.”

“You’re still wearing the suit. You’re still with them.”

Shouta stared at him for a moment. The kid’s stark white hair floated as if defying gravity, and the glow around him had almost an ethereal presence. But what stood out the most to him was his clothing. He was dressed like something out of a laboratory. His suit was thin and rubbery, with rubber gloves and boots to match.

He was definitely the product of a science experiment. There was no doubt about it. Likely a trafficked kid taken from another country and transported here for human experimentation.

Aizawa felt sick.

“Where are you from?” he asked.

“You know where.”

“I told you, this is my first day. I just moved here. I don’t know you yet.”

Apparently, that wasn’t good enough for the teen. “I’m not saying anything. You can ask Operative K over there.” He nodded towards Best Jeanist.

“What sorts of things did they do to you? Last time?” 

“I—I don’t—” the teen stuttered, the green glow flickering out from his fists. He clamped his hands over his ears. “Shut up!”

“I don’t want to do those things,” Shouta continued. “I don’t want to...use you like that.”

“It doesn’t matter. If you’re with them, you’re here to take me. And I can’t, I can’t do that again. I’ll never let you take me. I’m smarter than your whole organization and you know it.” His eyes brightened with a frantic energy, warping until one eye was green and the other blue. “I’ve escaped from your stupid white compound once, and I’ll do it again.”

Aizawa rose slowly. 

This wasn’t looking good.

Hurry up, Shinsho. 

The kid raised his arms, and a swirling mass of green and blue encased his fist, traveling up his forearms and swallowing his elbows. It pulsated and grew, casting a shadow over the teen’s face.

“Eraserhead!” Hound Dog warned.

“I’m not going quietly.”

Shouta readied himself to dodge when a flash of purple caught his eye.

“Hey kid!” Shinso called out.

Glowing green and blue snapped over to the source of the new voice. “What?” he hissed.

Shouta could almost see the satisfied smirk under Shinso’s mask. 

“Go to sleep.”

The effect was immediate. The mass of energy faded from the kid’s hands, leaving only his natural white glow. He lowered himself to the ground until his toes were touching the cement, then his knees, and finally his head. Then, just when his eyes fluttered close, a white ring appeared at his waist, traveling up his body replacing the glowing, ethereal teen with a small European looking boy. 

“Whoa,” Shinso breathed.

Despite the protests behind him, Shouta slowly made his way over to the teen. His white hair had changed to black, and his skin had lost its glow completely. His laboratory clothes had been replaced with ripped jeans and a dirty white and red shirt. 

He looked...plain. Boring and scrawny. If Shouta hadn’t witnessed the terrifying figure just moments ago, he could have passed the boy off as just a quirkless kid.

Whatever he was, he was asleep.

“Good job, Hitoshi,” he said, turning back around to face the heroes. Not to his surprise, his husband and other child were among the group. “Present Mic, Todoroki,” he greeted.

Hizashi—ever the optimist—gave Shouta a cheerful wave along with a chipper, “Hello!” while Shouto stood quietly behind the heroes.

“Who is he?” Shinso asked, eyeing the sleeping teen warily. 

Best Jeanist made his way over to the group. “Some kid with multiple quirks. Likely from experimentation. With his amount of quirks, we have no idea what he’s like mentally. We need to get him to the police.”

“We sent them your location already. They should be here soon,” Hizashi said.

“Good.” 

Shouta gave the kid one last glance. 

What happened to him?

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It didn’t take long before the police, led by Detective Tsukauchi, arrived at the scene. They were able to get the kid into quirk inhibitors, load him into the back of a car, and bring him into the station before he woke up.

Yamada brought the boys back home before meeting him at the station. Shouta made a mental note to grab Shinsho his favorite take-out meal tomorrow for his immaculate quirk usage.

When they arrived at the station, they brought a couch into one of the interrogation rooms, put the kid on it, and waited.

Shouta almost felt bad for him. It would have been scary for anyone to wake up after a traumatic hallucination wearing quirk inhibitors in a cold, unfeeling room. But unfortunately, nobody had known the extent of his quirks. Victim or not, he was still unstable.

Aside from sitting upright, the kid hadn’t moved an inch, and he couldn’t seem to be able to pass the inhibitors through his body like he had with Shouta’s capture weapon.

Which was good. That meant that the quirk inhibitors were doing their job.

Shouta stared at him through the one-way mirror. He’d been half expecting the same frantic energy from the teen boy as before, but the teen just sat there quietly. His slumped body language screamed resigned, while his eyes were slowly shifting around the room as if to memorize every speck of dust in the air.

“You would never suspect that kid would have multiple quirks,” Yamada said next to him. “He just looks so...tiny.”

Aizawa took a large gulp of his much-needed coffee. “And yet, he does.”

The door behind them opened, and a woman stepped through. She stopped in front of Detective Tsukauchi. “He’s not registered. We scanned the database and found no record of anyone with multiple quirks that fit his description. In addition, we ran the sample of the green substance from his projection quirk and couldn’t find any matches to any known compounds on record. We’ve sent the samples out for further testing.”

“No matches?” Shouta asked. 

“Interesting.” Detective Tsukauchi said. He turned towards the interrogation room’s door. “I believe it’s time to talk to our victim. Suzuki, I want you to stay outside. I think having more than one adult in the room may scare him off. Use your quirk, though. I have a feeling our victim may be a bit wary.”

The woman nodded and stationed herself next to Shouta. She stared at the boy, blinked, and then her eyes began to glow.

“It’s showtime.”

The moment the doorknob moved, the black haired teen’s body language shifted to something more alert, more guarded. His blue eyes tracked Tsukauchi’s movements until the detective had sat down in his metal chair.

“Hello,” he said. “I’m Detective Tsukauchi. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble today. Would you like some water?”

The teen didn’t respond.

“Do you remember what happened?”

Based on previous victims’ responses, they had always been able to remember the hallucinations, but they couldn’t recall their actions or where they were during those times.

“It’s okay if you don’t. Again, you’re not in trouble.”

But the kid wasn’t relaxing. If anything, he looked more guarded than before. “If I’m not in trouble, then why am I here?”

“You were hit by a quirk,” he explained. “Have you heard of the Illusionist?”

The teen shifted. “Maybe.”

“He’s a villain who makes people experience their worst fears.”

A spark of recognition hit the boy’s eyes, but it was quickly masked by the previous reserved expression. “So I got hit.”

“Yes. So far his targets have all been random attacks.” Tsukauchi opened his manila folder, pulling out photographs and handing them to the teen. “This was from earlier tonight. Do you remember any of this?”

He scanned the photographs, and Aizawa watched as the color drained from the teen’s face. He stared at the folder in silence for a moment before his shaky voice said, “If I’m not in trouble, I’d like to leave.”

“We just have a few questions we’d like to ask in order to help us catch him.”

“I want to leave.”

Detective Tsukauchi seemed unphased by the kid’s request. “Alright, can I get your name? We can call your parents to come pick you up.”

As expected, the teen didn’t like this. He shoved the photographs back into Tsukauchi’s hands, leaned back against the couch, and crossed his arms. “I’m eighteen. Can I go now?”

“He’s lying,” Detective Suzuki whispered next to them.

Recognition sparked in Shouta’s brain. He remembered her, she had a Lie Detection quirk. It was quite useful for police work.

“In that case, we were unable to obtain any record of any adult with your quirk combinations. Japanese law dictates that every citizen must be registered in our quirk database. So if you are unregistered, then we’d need to go through the registration process before we can release you.”

“I’m not a Japanese citizen.”

“You here on vacation?”

The kid glared to the wall. “Something like that.”

“American?”

“Yeah.”

“How long have you been visiting?”

The teen shrugged.

Tsukauchi jotted something down in his notebook. “Then I’d need to see your passport and visitor’s documentation for the official record, since you are now a victim in an ongoing investigation.”

The teen’s eyes narrowed, and he slumped down further into the cushion. “I don’t have any.”

“What happened to it?”

The teen shrugged.

Yamada leaned into Shouta’s ear. “He’s backed into a corner.”

“Yup,” Shouta took another swig at his coffee. “He can’t get out of this one.”

The teen huffed, frustration and a tint of fear strewn across his features. He ran a hand through his messy black hair. “Listen, can I just go? I don’t remember anything, okay? I was just sleeping and then all of the sudden I...I...he got me. But I swear I wasn’t doing anything, and I didn’t see his face.”

Detective Tsukauchi nodded compassionately. “I’m very sorry that this happened to you. It’s a very vivid and traumatic experience to go through. Unfortunately, we’re in a bit of a bind currently seeing as you are either an unregistered quirk user, or you have no proof that you’re in this country legally. Now if it’s true that you’re eighteen, we can’t let you leave without contacting the US embassy to get your identification.”

Any color left in the teen’s face vanished. “What if...what if they can’t identify me?”

“Can’t identify you? For what reason?”

The teen stood suddenly and walked over to the wall. His hands trembled, and he looked downright terrified.

Who was he scared of?

He picked at the ragged hem of his shirt. “I don’t—I’m not exactly…they—they just don’t know I exist.”

Shouta glanced at Suzuki, who seemed perplexed. 

“Is he telling the truth?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Suzuki said. “I don’t know how it’s possible, but he at least believes that he doesn’t have citizenship in Japan or the United States.”

“Even though he’s American.”

“Exactly.”

Aizawa’s brows furrowed, and he looked back at the teen, who was pressed up against the wall wringing his wrists with his fingers.

“Can you give me your name?” Detective Tsukauchi asked.

The teen bit his lip. “Uh it’s—it’s…” His voice was strangled. “It’s Danny Fenton.”

“He’s telling the truth.”

Detective Tsukauchi gave him a comforting smile. “Okay, Danny. And do you know where you were born?”

“Uh…The United States.”

“But, and correct me if I’m wrong, you have no birth certificate? And no documentation to show legal entry to Japan?”

“I—yeah.”

“And you’re here in Japan now. Where have you been staying exactly?”

Danny’s eyes darted around the room. “I don’t know...around?”

“Okay,” Detective Tsukauchi shut his manila folder and stood. “Again, you’re not in trouble. You were a victim of a very serious crime, and we’re here to help you. I’m going to make a quick call, and I’ll be right back. The door’s unlocked if you need anything.”

If anything, that only made Danny look more anxious than before. He nodded, his face sheet white, and he tugged at the inhibitors on his wrists.

“What’s gonna happen to him?” Yamada asked quietly. He was dressed in his civilian clothes, and his hair was thrown up into a messy low bun. Without his uniform, his compassion towards the child shined out like a beacon. 

It was one of the many qualities that Shouta loved about him. His strong sense to protect the innocent, his caring nature to kids and those who were vulnerable in society, and the kindness he radiating from his being were qualities that were rare even among heroes. 

“We’ll contact the US embassy, but if the boy’s telling the truth and he doesn’t have a social security number or birth certificate, then he’ll get picked up by Musutafu’s social services and he’ll be put into the system.”

Yamada stared sadly at the child through the mirror. “He’ll just run away again.”

“He will,” Shouta agreed.

“I wish we could help him.”

Shouta sighed. “We can’t save everyone.”

“But you see it, don’t you?” Yamada asked. “There’s something going on that the kid’s not telling us. How else could he have gotten multiple quirks? Do you think it has anything to do with the League?”

Shouta glanced back at Danny, who was currently crouched against the wall with his head in his hands. He looked so small, so fragile. Aizawa could only wonder what events had led him here.

Just who was Danny Fenton? 

“Shouta, we can’t let him out on his own. We just can’t.”

Shouta sighed, running his thumb along the side of his coffee cup. “I know,” he said.

And he meant it.

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“So…” Shouta started. 

Danny just looked tired. 

It had been a long night. Detective Tsukauchi got a hold of the US embassy’s emergency line, but they didn’t have any records of a Danny Fenton that had left the United States, nor did they have a single missing children’s report of a Danny Fenton, nor could they supposedly dig up any information of a Danny Fenton based on the information that Danny himself supplied, specifically that he was born in Illinois in a city called Amity Park.

It was as if he didn’t exist.

Detective Suzuki’s quirk was powerful, and it didn’t seem like Danny was able to fool it. After he met her and she explained her quirk to him, he finally admitted he was only fifteen. So then who was this kid? If he was from Amity Park, why did the United States have no record of him?

The heroes knew he had parents, but apparently—and Suzuki confirmed this—they’d disowned him, giving him to some shady organization. Danny wouldn’t say to who ended up with custody of him, but from what they’d been able to piece together, it hadn’t been good.

And any further digging just resulted in Danny clamming up.

So Danny was a runaway, one that apparently didn’t exist in either country he had lived in. And there was something out there that had terrified him into escaping to Musutafu and hiding here.

But he wouldn’t say what.

Regardless, the Musutafu police department now had a case of a minor in Japan who didn’t have any parents, guardians, or any known relatives in the country, nor did he have any record of housing at any point.

It was as if this kid were a ghost or something.

“What’s gonna happen to me?” Danny asked, hugging himself in his chair.

He seemed smaller up close. Too small.

“Well, social services will take you and place you in foster care,” Shouta responded.

“Oh…” Danny looked down. “You know...you’ve seen my powers. I’ll just disappear the moment we leave this building.”

Shouta raised his brows.

Of course, they all knew it. But the kid certainly had guts for admitting it out loud.

“Who are you running from?” Shouta asked.

Danny blinked at his bluntness. “No one.”

Shouta leaned in. “Is it the League of Villains? Are you connected with them?”

Danny’s arms shot out from his sides, waving frantically in front of his face. “No! No, I swear! I’m not a villain!”

“I didn’t say that.” 

“I…” Danny looked lost. 

“You have multiple quirks. That’s something the league’s been experimenting with. And they’re not shy about using real people to do so.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say. I’ve never met them.”

“But you weren’t born with multiple quirks,” Shouta said. “Something happened that made you this way.”

He could see as all the pieces slowly crumbled inside Danny. The kid went from looking confused, to downright terrified. 

Bingo.

Aizawa’s instincts never failed him.

“Please, just let me go,” Danny begged. “I promise I won’t do anything. Please don’t hurt me.”

Shouta’s eyes widened. “Kid, slow down. I’m not here to hurt you. Okay? I’m on your side.”

That didn’t seem to help Danny at all.

Shouta set his arms on the table where Danny could see them. “You know, one of my foster kids has multiple quirks.” It was a half lie, but he didn’t think that Shouto would mind.

Sure enough, that seemed to pique Danny’s interests. “Really?”

“Yeah. Great kid, about your age. His father was experimenting with creating children who could house multiple quirks to offset his own quirk’s disadvantages, and my foster son came out of it. Just like you, he spent a lot of his life hiding too. He was alone, and scared. He didn’t know what to do or who he could trust, so he just hid.”

“What changed?” Danny asked.

“He asked for help,” Shouta said. “And we were able to bring him into a stable home.”

Danny’s eyes clouded over, and his face transformed into one of longing. As if he were visiting a memory that had long since abandoned him.

“We can get you that help too if you ask for it.”

“I...I can’t…”

Shouta sighed. “How long are you going to keep hiding? Running? Are you really okay with spending the rest of your life out on the streets?”

Danny ducked his head down. “It’s not so bad,” he muttered.

“But kid, you deserve so much more than that.”

The teen’s shoulders shuddered. He sniffed, and his hand shot up to wipe his eye.

Shouta refused to look away from him. “I don’t know how you got here, I have no idea what you’ve been through, but I know that you didn’t deserve it, and that regardless of what you think, you deserve a safe place to go home to.”

“I...I…” he croaked, curling into himself. Tears splashed onto his cheeks. 

“You’re strong, you’ve done so much alone. Now we can help you.”

“I can’t…”

“You can, Danny.”

At that, Danny broke. He squeezed his eyes shut, twisting his hoodie in his hands. Shouta watched as he tried to muffle his sobs, but he couldn’t. His body shook as his emotions poured into the open.

Shouta didn’t know how long this kid had been holding it all in. Just how many days, weeks, months had he been shoving everything down, too focused on surviving each day to be able to stop and feel?

Pain stabbed Shouta’s heart. He remembered that torment all too well, one of homelessness, of abuse, of not knowing where his next meal was coming from and fighting for the bare necessities. Although he wasn’t so much of a soft, touchy-feely guy himself, right now he wanted nothing more than to reach over and hug the crying teen.

When it seemed like Danny was finally able to pull himself together, Shouta leaned in and asked, “Will you let me help you, Danny?”

Danny scrubbed at his eyes and nodded.

“If you want,” he said, making sure to articulate each word clearly. “I can assist you in getting placed in a good home. There’s another option too.”

“Yeah?”

“The other option is you can stay with me.”

Danny stilled, his eyes shooting open and his lips dropping to form a small ‘o’.

“My husband and I have a city approved foster home, and we also happen to have an open bed at the moment. Given your unique situation, I have the option of housing you if you’ll let me.”

Danny didn’t respond. He just continued to stare at Shouta in shock.

“Of course,” Shouta said quickly. “If you are uncomfortable with that, and it’s okay if you are, there are other good foster homes out there that I personally know and can get you placed in. It’s whatever you prefer.”

The teen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he finally looked back at Shouta, he had that same longing expression as before. “If it’s alright...could I stay with you? At least for a little while?”

The corners of his lips tugged up. He remembered all too well when Yamada turned to him just before Shouta was about to age out of the foster system and asked him if he wanted to move in together. He remembered the shock, the surprise that anyone could possibly care that much about him, that anyone would want to live with him.

And now, he had a family. One that was about to become a little bigger.

“Of course. I’d love to have you.”

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[quirkwizard]

This QM has been on me mind for a while: Cryokinesis + Super Regeneration?

New Quirk Name: On Ice

This Transformation type Quirk activates whenever the user becomes damaged. When they do, ice will begin to grow out over the wound. This affects anything from minor cuts to injuries as big as decapitation. This ice will put the part in question in a frozen stasis, working to protect and preserve it in the ice. If anything is lost, the ice will replace it with a functional counterpart, such as a missing eye still being able to see, and the user will be able to move their arm. This is helped by how strong the ice is, capable of even blocking heavy gun fire unharmed. The user has minor control over the ice once it is made, not only moving it but also reshaping it into simple objects, like turning their missing arm into a sword and then a hammer. Anything that is missing will eventually grow back into a normal part. This gives the user a powerful defensive tool, able to come back from damage done to them with icy vengeance. If nothing else, it can keep the user from getting hurt in day-to-day situations. Though this does require the user to get damage in order to do this, making it unreliable. The Quirk has a notable weakness to fire as well, dealing more damage to the ice and potentially harming the user directly.

[insomniac-jay]

Winter's Kiss

Full Name: Ruslana Edita Darya Kozlova

Age: 28

Gender: Female (Cis, She/Her)

Nationality: Russia, America

Ethnicity: Russian-American

Occupation: Pro Hero, Pro Figure skater

Affiliation(s): Winter Castle, Russian Olympic skating team (Formerly), American Olympic skating team

Description:

Design notes:

Parts of her body such as her lips, fingertips, toes are blue as a result of her Quirk.

She is constantly cold no matter what season also because of her Quirk.

Is right-handed.

Personality: Ruslana is a serious woman who has no time to waste on childish and/or empty people. She expects that her time be used wisely and not wasted by other's antics. This stems from the strict way she was raised and the beliefs her parents instilled in her.

She is determined to prove herself as both a hero and an athlete. She often calls herself the golden standard due to how powerful her Quirk is and her extensive villain capture and arrest record.

Ruslana often goes beyond her limits during training and ends up either slightly injuring herself or almost doing so. This is another teaching instilled in her by her parents, who were her managers during her early figure skating career.

Quirk: Winter's Wrath

An Emitter/Mutation Quirk that allows Ruslana to convert the water either in her body's water reserves or the air around her to generate snowstorms, ice storms, and blizzards strong enough to freeze over the entire area she's in. As a result, her core temperature is so low that doctors would say she was a walking and talking corpse. Another is that her body requires and can hold a lot more water than the average human's.

Unlike standard cryokinesis, Winter's Wrath is actually controlled by Ruslana mentally.

Family:

Alexei Kozlov (Father)

Khioniya Kozlova (nee Chernova) | Queen Cold (Mother)

Mikhail Kozlov | Tundra (Older brother)

Paired with: Nia King | Queen X (@calciumcryptid) (Formerly), Tobiko Akiyama | Aether

@floof-ghostie @s0ursop @opalofoctober @elflynns-horde-of-stuff @pizzolisnacks @peachyblkdemonslayer

[insomniaruler]

Giving my icy Todoroki’s actually named quirks by moi:

Rei - Glacial ice Allows the user to create large amounts of unmelting ice. Risks: Dehydration and Hypothermia

Fuyumi- Cryokinesis

Allows the user to create and control any amount of ice.

Risks: Dehydration and For this particular user: Severe frostbite and Hypothermia (their body was wanted fire but their quirk is ice)

Natsuo - thermostat

lets the holder manipulate the temperature of the air around them and objects they hold

risks: Heat stroke, Hypothermia, fever and dehydration

[echo-tries-writing]

okay, so i posted about the story i’m writing and asked if anyone wanted to hear about it, and a couple of people responded that they did which makes me so excited because i love talking about this!!!

i’ll just start talking about my characters because they are literally like my children

my very traumatized children

alright

https://picrew.me/secret_image_maker/TUpt5gokcYbd7w1d

the picrew i used^

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The main characters:

Prince Morgan Fox Chamari (I made the picrews a while ago, so they might not be up to date, but it’ll do for now) (also they didn’t have that many option for make up and stuff, so i just drew on a lot of it)

He sounds like a snob but he’s really not

He’s 5’8, uses he/him, caucasian, pansexual, a leo (yes astrology is swag), he is way too nice for his own good, and trusts people way too easily (which might turn out to be a problem)

He has light brown, curly hair, green eyes, and he’s a prince, so probably like expensive clothing

Morgan does have magic, but I’m not really sure how it works yet, I only know that he kinda sucks at it at first, and he needs to find some kind of scepter to help him with it

Willow Ivy Stara

5’1, she/her, black, aromantic asexual, a virgo, also a nice person in general, but she’s not an idiot about it, you know? She is probably the one that keeps the single braincell of the team in place

Dark, coily hair, dark skin, brown eyes, the prettiest smile you’ll ever see, and she likes wearing dresses and flowers in her hair! She’s also a very gifted healer (maybe i’ll talk more about powers in my world later)(because she doesn’t just have healing, she can do damage too (basically the opposite of healing) which is really rare in my world, but it also strengthens her healing powers)

She joined the team because she ran away from her parents, because they were forcing her to marry another healer (cus she’s aroace right) (and the other healer is a gay man who she later finds out also ran away, and joined the villain!)

Raine Dayla-Jules

Probably the character I’ve put the most effort into, which also means she’s one of the characters who gets the most traumatized (love you Raine)

5’8, she/her, caucasian, lesbian, a leo, on the good side, but leaning towards morally grey, extreme trust issues, she is broke and homeless and a thief, says she is an orphan, but really just doesn’t want to get into her tragic backstory

Lots of blonde, curly hair, blue eyes, freckles, various scars all over her body (which she mostly gets through the story)

She had a normal childhood until she was six years old, when she was kidnapped (because of her powers, hydrokinesis and cryokinesis (is that what it is in english? idk, ice and water like a waterbender), she hasn’t seen her family after that (but she will at the end, I’m not that evil)

I mentioned enemies to lovers on the last post, and Raine is part of that<3

Ember Aurora Ilani

The villain with redemtion arc, because every story needs that, but believe it or not she’s actually a pretty good person, and she does what she thinks would be the best for everyone

5’6, she/her, asian, demisexual lesbian, a scorpio, she has pyrokinesis (again, hope that’s the right word), and that’s where the arson i talked about comes from, occasionally borrows that one braincell from Willow

Like, yes, she technically is a good person, but that will not stop her from setting a house on fire on purpose

Dark brown, long and straight/slightly wavy hair, hazel eyes, tan skin, terrible childhood of course

Like, ‘older brother dying in a fire that she accidently caused, parents hating her and abusing her because of it, running away at age 10, becoming best friends with the villain’ kind of terrible childhood

The other part of the enemies to lovers! (Don’t worry, it’s gonna be a slow-burn)(the burning part might be literal)(but it’s gonna be fine, we have lots of character development and no power imbalance, they both hurt and help each other)

Hawke Edavine

Typical badboy, poor but wholesome family, I might kill his dad though, because all of the main characters has all their parents intact

6’1 (I like that it’s a foot height difference between him and Willow), he/him, latino, straight (I guess they needed some rep too), a capricorn, probably nicer than he looks

Dark messy hair (like, think Percy Jackson), brown eyes, tan skin, bushy eyebrows, think about what a straight woman would find attractive in a man (what do straight women like? Flynn Rider? Think that, just younger)

Used to be best friends with Raine when they were like 11-14 years old maybe, but drama happened, they fell out, they will spend the first few chapter hating each other (also we all know and hate queerbating, so obviously I’m gonna straight-bait these two at first<3)

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i think that’s all i had for now, but there’s so much more

if you read all the way down here, congrats (and also thank you?? i care so much about this, i love when other people listen)

like, if you wanna hear about the villain (aka Morgans twin sister, princess Sienna Aurelia Chamari), or about these characters, or other characters, their families, pinterest board of their aesthetics (yes i made that too) and also im currently trying to make playlists too, just please lmk because i will serve

i didn’t even talk about their body types or disabilties or mental health issues or other quirks or favorite animals or pets either, but just know i have it all

i just love this, hope you do too!

[phantasmaphoria]

Quirk: Glacial Wrath

The user is able to control cold and ice, scaling off of how hostile/angry they are. The more hostile, the more refined and powerful their cryokinesis (control of cold and ice) is.

This quirk is prone to going “out-of-control” due to its temperamental nature, and applying heat to the user’s skin/body can temporarily mitigate it.