#Super villain standoff

[outrageousmenshair]

Mull-it over…. Do you opt for this comic book villain of the week, Mullet Mayhem….

[lordgrimoire]

So, an Idea, or AU I had regarding the good ol DPxDC.

I’m not sure what sort of disaster Amity’s ghost problem would be classified as, but think of what would happen if the local EMS (Emergency Services like Fire Departments, Law Enforcement, Emergency Medical, etc.) pretty much started jumping over the Mayor from the get-go? What if hard proof of these hijinx, for a brief time, were able to get out of Amity?

Well the Governor would probably have someone take a look, and once nonsense is confirmed (especially of its weird nonsense that looks a little to close to supers) they send in the National Guard, at first to keep an eye on the situation.

Then comes the Ghost Investigation Ward, and things go from moderately worrying to “WTF” real quick. And things start looking less Small Town USA and more Stalins Town USSR, at the height of Stalins Purges.

Admittedly it’s not immediate, and during the time between being put on “Indefinite Alert” and actually being relived this unit (I’m thinking a Battalion Sized force so about 1,200 soldiers/guardsmen total) ends up befriending the locals, and much to the Mayor, and GIWs, frustration, Phantom, as well as Red Huntress.

This leads to a standoff, the GIW can really only do what they want because of the Governments permission for them to do so, but engaging National Guard, who had not been federalized, may cause an issue or two. So they bring up the issue with someone who they think will back them up, their new boss Lex Luthor.

Now Lex isn’t a fool, but he figures out how the Justice League isn’t being called is due to a jammer the GIW set up and figures he can take a look around incognito like, or more accurately get trusted members of The Goonion, who he had Federally given approval to, to go take a look around.

When Alex gets the full story, and not just the GIWs original story but also updated info from the Doctors Fenton, who are now VERY worried, because they were wrong about Ghosts in more ways than they originally thought they may have been. Suffice to say, when Lex manages to get a copy of "The History of The Infinite Realms" and finds that Krypton's Afterlife is GONE, as in they did something similar to what the GIW is planning, he starts hitting the "Abort" Button with fury. Only to be told "Too late we're underway, we're going through a tunnel, what? What?" And now Lex decides Enough is Enough. Lex does two things, first he sends the GO order for the National Guard Battalion in Amity Park, then he starts trying to get a hold of the Justice League because "Listen I know you dislike me but I am willing to drop it all if you HELP WITH THIS BS THAT I JUST INHERITED!" Meanwhile back in Amity Things go from 0 to 100 faster than an Flash, that being the National Guard heard "GO" and immediatly started blasting. The Townfolks: Confused The Ghosts: Confused Team Phantom: Confused and Afraid The Ghost Hunters who are now studying Ghost Culture and the like: Very Confused and sorta getting Arrested. The GIW: Full of Bullet Holes, Screaming, and On Fire Meanwhile, The National Guard are waiting around two hours later with Phantom for any "Federal" News to come through: So the New President decided the Anti-Ecto Acts are BS, unfortunately they haven't been overturned yet so we're all most likely going to be marked as traitors. Mind if we hide out somewhere our bosses can't find us? Also the Justice League never actually knew any of the BS we've been going through, GIW Had some Jammer set up.

Phantom, Tired of all the damage and killing the GIW has caused in Amity Park: I'll try, but I'm not sure how much good it will do if the League shows up.

TLDR: Amity Park during it's entire run has a Battalion of US National Guard camped out in the outskirts/abandoned parts of town and they figure out most of the situation regarding Phantom not being the Villain Mayor Masters and the GIW Claim him to be. Following this logic they turned around and at the first opportunity attacked the GIW and pushed them out of Amity Park.

[anthurak]

You know that "Mundane super power" aspect you mentioned?

Another thing I like about crossing over RWBY characters with other settings is how easily their nature as basically coming from an apocalyptic hell-world can bleed through.

This is hard to articulate, but like.

The casual way in which towns disappear, that ruins dot the landscape, that people like Ruby & Yang grew up immersed in a culture that trended towards violence and early graves.

There's a nifty Naruto/Stargate crossover, (Its complicated) where Himawari kind of subtly disturbs the Stargate crew cos she knows exactly how best to behave in a dangerous situation, doesn't really seem bothered when enemies die and has been taught stuff like "Reading the battlefield."

I think RWBY characters would be similarly off-putting in their own way unless they were incredibly sheltered like Jaune or rich enough to have not ever encountered a Grimm until the the Beacon Test like Weiss. & even then, the lived experience, training and cultural awareness means they'd likely still come off as a little off-putting.

This also plays into how Ruby and Yang are seemingly quite... Not comfortable, but functional about the prospect of causing death or grievous bodily harm in a way most Shounen/action protags aren't.

Ruby, as far as she knew, sent Neo hurtling to her death in V3 and was at most momentarily shocked when Roman died & forgot all about it. Yang processed killing Adam in a very straightforward manner, she's not cavalier about it, but she'd made peace with it being a them or us situation right quick.

There's plenty of other examples but I think we've discussed it before.

But yeah, I just think its fun, even in series that can have similar degrees of destruction or death, their relative youth and manner with it would likely still make many locals be like (oO) & I think that's fun.

Oh yeah, this has always been a great idea for RWBY crossovers.

And one of my favorite/most interesting parts about is, as you touched on, how subtle Team RWBY’s whole vibe is and how it can potentially sneak up on others.

Like Team RWBY and really most of the show’s characters generally DON’T give off any real obvious ‘I come from a fucked-up deathworld’ vibes like being real dark, broody or even just looking anything the part. For anyone from a much more mundane setting/background, Ruby, Weiss, Blake and Yang generally come off as a friendly, likeable, good natured bunch without really anything all that offputting.

For about… eighty to ninety percent of the time.

But then you’ve got those 10-20% moments where the dark, serious ‘fantasy war-veteran’ sides of Team RWBY slip out. Like they might not even have been trying to hide it, it just comes out when things get serious.

Like maybe there is some big disaster or some other terrible event perhaps caused by the villains that leaves the more ‘normal’ characters/heroes frozen in shock and horror, meanwhile RWBY are just immediately jumping into the fray to fight or help however they can. With perhaps one or more doing the whole ‘slap the shock’ out of the other characters with a ‘We got work to do!’. And it’s just kind of… unsettling how Team RWBY takes these events in stride.

Or to build off your point on Ruby and Yang, as well as Blake and Weiss, being ‘functionally alright’ with hurting/killing people*, there’s a LOT of juicy potential there for when Team RWBY goes up against more mundane villains.

Like just picture a situation where a villain is threatening innocents in a classic ‘you’ll have to KILL ME to stop me!’ standoff that has the heroes freezing up… only for Ruby to almost immediately just shoot said villain.

She certainly looks like she didn’t enjoy or even want to do it, but both how quickly she did it and how easily she seems to role with it afterwards are just REALLY unsettling.

And then there’s what I’d call the FLIPSIDE to all this in how Team RWBY deals with being in a world that might NOT actually be filled with monsters who are an ever-present existential threat to humanity.

Like even for someone who grew up more sheltered like Weiss that is almost certainly going to be a MASSIVE culture-shock. Not to mention that the only people with a frame of reference that Team RWBY would be able to talk to about this would likely be each other.

Even in settings that might have some kind of monsters threatening humanity such as most magical girl shows, the appearance and threat that these monsters pose are almost always a very RECENT occurrence that most people might not even know about. Generally in these settings, the ‘normal, mundane world’ IS the norm, with the dangerous and supernatural merely popping up on and off in isolated places.

It could really create this interesting contrast where Team RWBY finds the mundane world that their new friends consider ‘normal’ to be just a bit uncanny and unsettling. And even finding it a bit comforting when monsters or some other supernatural threat to fight shows up because that feels more NORMAL to them.

This is actually something I tried/am still trying to explore in my Kingdom Hearts crossover fic. Like Ruby musing on how to explain her whole huntress background to Sora, Kairi and Riku when to them, monsters are things that have existed in storybooks, while for Ruby monsters have always been REAL. Or Ruby even noting a comforting ‘return to normal’ when she starts fighting the Heartless.

I’ve even got ideas for Ruby, as well as Weiss, Blake and Yang further on, idly musing on whether the Grimm or Heartless are the worse to fight, with some of their new friends being just a BIT weirded out.

And that’s not even getting into the potential of Team RWBY interacting with various Disney movie settings. Like I’ll admit that I kinda REALLY want to have Ruby boom-headshot at least one Disney villain XD

*I will say, I’ve had a theory for a while that Ruby, even more so than her teammates, has particular ideological reasons to generally avoid killing people, specifically when we consider how Ruby specifically DOESN’T use her ‘walking grimm-blender’ style of fighting against human opponents. Personally I imagine Ruby seeing it as ‘I hunt MONSTERS, not people.’ That being said, I don’t see Ruby as having some strict ‘no-killing’ ‘one rule’, but rather that she views taking a life as a last resort.

[mrsdesade]

hi, I loved your s4 writings (the one with sister sage and the other one with ryan). if you want to, can you write something with firecracker and ophera as rivals? maybe ophera wants to kick her out of the Seven or she protects Ryan from her. I'm sure anything you write will be great.

btw your art is gorgeous, I love your ophera design!! I'm a beginner artist, and your work really inspires me to learn and be better in this.

Sure!! I love exploring interactions and relationships with other characters from the series (any suggestions is more than welcome), but I suppose now is Firecraker's turn ❤️‍🔥

Btw, thank you for your kind words, I'm honoured! Keep going and never stop drawing! ✨

The fire inside;

Pairing: Homelander x fem!super (Ophera) + villain!Firecracker TW: dark themes, violence, blood, torture, revenge p**n and nsfw (mentioned), Herogasm situation (mentioned) Timeline: season 4 Words count: 6,2k

''I know what's better for him. And for his father too. Anything. I'll do anything for them.''

Firecracker's pedantic voice filled the Seven's common room, while you were the only ones there, waiting for the morning meeting. At first your interactions seemed to go well, there was a sort of mutual respect. She didn't get in the way of your plans. You didn't get in her way as well.

But for some reasons unknown to you, from the moment you were introduced to Ryan, something has changed. Jealousy. Horrible jealousy had begun to flow through the veins of the fiery new addition to the team. You are what she always wanted to be, famous, admired, probably loved.

''I don't expect the same from you. But have the decency to step back and make room for me, who knows what I'm doing."

''You don't know what you're talking about Firecracker. Stay away from Homelander business, it's better for everyone."

The coldness of your demeanor and the superiority complex you exuded, clearly touched a raw nerve.

She took a step closer towards you, trying to look intimidating. Though it felt more like an act than anything else. Firecracker's slender form was considerably shorter, the height difference making it even more ridiculous.

''Better for everyone? Including Ryan? Do you think you're good for him?''

You had no difficulty maintaining a cold gaze, your expression remaining completely stoic. You stood confident, exuding a sense of superiority over her, as if letting her know that you were definitely better, without a doubt. You hadn't appreciated Homelander's decision to make you responsible for Ryan, as if you were his ''mother'', but you decided that you would protect him at all cost.

Firecracker was taken aback by your cold response, not expecting such a confident and dismissive reply. She gritted her teeth, her fists clenching involuntarily at her sides.

"You really think you're something, don't you? Just because Homelander choose you as his public partner? You're just a clown performing on the stage. I bring the truth to people!"

You kept your composure, not showing any signs of intimidation or defensiveness in the face of her aggression. Instead, you let out a soft, mocking laugh, the sound dripping with disdain.

"Please, spare me the charade. You think I'm intimidated by this little act of yours? Things cannot change."

"Act?!" she replied, her voice taut with anger. "I could burn you alive without breaking a sweat. Do you really want to test me?"

You raised an eyebrow at her threat, silently amused by the level of her arrogance. You took another step closer, your confident smile refusing to waver.

''Your weak fire cannot destroy the metal in my body.''

Just as the tension between you was reaching its peak, the sound of the meeting room door opening broke through the air, interrupting the heated moment. Before any further exchange could take place, the door to the conference room swung open. Homelander and The Deep entered, breaking the standoff between you two.

They were deep in conversation, not even noticing the tense atmosphere in the room. Firecracker quickly composed herself, masking her annoyance with a forced smile, while you maintained your composure, watching the two as they approached.

"Ah, there you are. Arrived early this morning, good girls." Homelander said, finally taking notice of you two. He gave you a friendly nod before turning his gaze to Firecracker, his eyes showing annoyance at her big smile.

The Deep shifted uncomfortably, clearly feeling the lingering tension in the room. "Everything okay?" he asked, glancing between you and her.

Firecracker's fake smile remained plastered on her face, her voice dripping with faux cheerfulness. "Everything's perfect!" she replied, shooting you a quick, insincere glance.

And the scene ends like this, you took your seat beside Homelander and you really hope you've been clear enough with her. You hope it no longer intrudes on the extremely delicate balance you're trying to maintain between you, Ryan and his father.

The day quickly transitioned into night, and with most of the Seven dispersed for the evening, you were walking through the now-deserted hall when you heard footsteps approaching. Turning, you saw Firecracker walking towards you, a malicious smile on her face.

''No, not you again, please.''

"We're on the same team silly, did you forget already?" she said, a sly smile playing on her lips. "I was hoping I'd run into you tonight, I have something important to discuss with you."

Her tone was almost too sweet, the false cheerfulness making your stomach churn. "What do you want?" you asked curtly, keeping your voice cold and detached.

"Come on, no need to be so cold." She stepped closer to you, invading your personal space.

You roll your eyes, bored by his extreme closeness. And you decide to move the conversation with a sarcastic tone. ''If you get any closer, I'll start to think that you have some special interest in me. And I don't think Homelander would be happy about that. He is very jealous of his possessions.''

Firecracker's smile faltered for a millisecond at the indirect mention of Homelander. She clenched her jaws, her eyes narrowing slightly, before regaining her composure.

"Don't flatter yourself Ophera. I don't have any ''special'' interest in you." despite her denial, you caught the hint of defensiveness in her tone. Clearly, the idea of you being the object of Homelander's interest and not her had struck a nerve.

"Then what do you want?" you asked point-blank, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I got something about you.''

You raised an eyebrow, trying to appear unruffled. "Oh? And I'm curious what that might be?"

"I have a video. A video of you in… a very compromising position. That, If it were to go public..." she began, her voice dripping with venomous honey. "...would really damage your reputation."

A chill went down your spine as her words stung. You managed to keep your expression relatively blank, but inside you felt a wave of anxiety. How did she get a video of you? Your mind raced, trying to remember any situations where you could have been secretly filmed.

Or she was lying, maybe it's just a bluff, of course, it has to be like that. "Oh please, you're bluffing.''

"Bluffing? No, unfortunately for you, I'm not." she replied, her voice dripping with feigned sympathy.

''Then prove it. Show me this so-called video." you say with a confident grin on your face, keeping your arms crossed over your chest, still thinking she's lying.

"Sure, just to make things clear, let me show you…" Firecracker pulled out her phone, scrolling through the gallery to find the video. Your heart sank into your stomach as you watched Firecracker produce her phone. She was not bluffing. She really seemed to have something. A real video that would certainly cause a scandal.

She found the video and held the display towards you. You could clearly see yourself in the video. In one of your best Herogasm performances. You were always untouchable at that particular event, no one dared to touch you since you were Homelander's public partner. But someone's company wasn't necessary, you could perfectly satisfy yourself on your own, all you needed was an adoring audience watching you.

You had always been so careful, so meticulous in keeping your activities discreet. And yet, here was proof, captured on camera. HD. 4K.

Your initial reaction was anger, both at her for having the video and at yourself for being so unwary. But there was something else behind the anger, an even more primal feeling: fear. The fear of having your reputation and your place in the Seven ruined by one video.

She pushed the phone closer to your face, forcing you to look at the damning footage again. "Imagine this being leaked. How do you think the public would react? How would Homelander react?"

The thought of the whole America seeing this video, the idea of Hoemlander seeing it, his reaction, the damage it could cause - it was all too much to consider. The rage that had just barely been contained now exploded. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, your mind swirling with worst-case scenarios.

"Where did you get this?" you asked, your voice slightly shaky despite your attempts to keep it steady. "Who else has seen it?"

''I have my sources." she responded with a smile. "And don't worry, as of now only I have seen it. But who knows what might happen if this were to get into the wrong hands…"

You stared straight into Firecracker's eyes with a burning glare.

''You have ten seconds to give me just one good reason not to punch you in the face, and destroy your phone with that damn video inside.''

She had underestimated the anger beneath your cool veneer, and now she was taken aback by your threat. Her bravado waned slightly.

"Oh, look to you, all threatening and violence." she said sarcastically, trying to mask her momentary alarm. "Are you sure you want to do that? Even if you break my phone, I have the video backed up. Now, you, the American sweetheart, are about to do exactly as I say."

"I'm listening." you answered coldly and defeated, the anger in your voice barely leashed.

''Mmh. Rather than just listening, maybe you should pay more attention to your surroundings, danger can hide at every corner.'' she smirked, triumph radiating from her. She had you exactly where she wanted you.

You can sense something is wrong, a negative feeling invades your chest. It's too quiet around you, and the Tower of Seven never is. She gave you a smile as realization slowly dawned on you. You had been so focused on the confrontation with her that you hadn't noticed the silence that had enveloped the area around you. Her words, though vague, were starting to paint a more alarming picture.

''What the hell are you talking about?''

''You'll see. Very soon.''

Your worst fears were confirmed when unexpected hands seized you from behind. Strangers. They grabbed you from various points around your body, rendering you unable to struggle as they forced you to the floor.

You feel a needle prick your neck, and an icy liquid invade your veins, making your powers temporarily unusable. You struggled against their grasp, but it was in vain. Now the masked strangers were stronger than you, their grip on you unyielding. You were in the middle of what seemed to be a very well-planned and synchronized kidnapping.

"Don't even bother struggling. They've been paid a lot of money for this. And they're very professional." she said, approaching you as you lay helpless on the floor.

''Ah! Good luck trying to kill me, it won't be that easy!'' you reply, but the strength that usually coursed through your veins seemed to have deserted you, leaving you at the mercy of these unknown individuals.

"Who said anything about killing? Oh no, no. I have something special planned for you, love. I have more creative plans for you.''

''Fuck yourself, crazy ass bitch.'' you're spitting venom with your words, the desire to destroy them all is tearing you apart.

"You see Ophera, I know you're invincible, or that you like to think yourself of such." she continued, her tone mocking. "But now, thanks to that little injection of Compound V inhibitor they've just shot you with, you're quite defenseless."

''The effect of the inhibitor will not last forever, you know that?''

''Yeah, I know silly! But it will last long enough to make you disappear. Gone, forever. No more shows, no new albums, no afternoon with Ryan, no gala dinner with the Seven.''

Then Firecracker reached down and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her face.

"And Homelander won't be happy, when he comes back and finds out you're gone. Without any warning or goodbye messages. Oh, I can't wait to see the look on his face."

Despite the effects of the drug rapidly dulling your senses and your powers, a little smirk escaped your lips.

"Oh please… You really think that's going to work? You really think Homelander won't figure it out? He's not blind to obvious sabotage, trust me. He'll find me."

"You think you know everything, don't you? It's time for a reality check, love. This isn't just about a spot in the Seven, this is about making sure Homelander looks at me, me and not you. I want his attention, his praise, his everything. He's the one I want and nothing will stand in my way."

You locked eyes with her, your voice strangely calm despite the effects of the drug and your weakening state. You laughed bitterly.

"You think it's all sunshine and rainbows, being his favourite? Please, you're more stupid than I thought. Homelander's love could be a death sentence. To have his twisted obsession on you. His attention can be a curse as much as it can be a blessing. You're pathetic. And you don't know anything about the burden of being his beloved, trust me."

Surprise is clear on her face. The way you talked, the way you described being Homelander's favorite... for a moment, she didn't know how to react to your words.

"Oh, I bet it's soooo hard being Homelander's little sweetheart, getting all the fame and recognition while the rest of us have to fight for scraps." she spit with venomous sarcasm. "Boo-hoo, poor you, suffering under his terrible twisted obsession. You have everything! His love, his attention, his hands on you… Fuck, you're his damn public girlfriend! You have no idea what I'd give to be in your place."

There it was-the truth. The real reason behind her hostility, her jealousy, her attempts to bring you down.

''I don't think... I don't think you know... what it means to be in my place. His… isn't… love. You're going to...hurt yourself-''

Before you could finish your sentence, your vision began to blur and your head grew heavy with fatigue. The drug finally taking hold, you lost consciousness, sinking into oblivion.

Firecracker gestured to the group of men, and one of them picked you up effortlessly.

"Now. Time for the final act. You know the plan, take her somewhere isolated and secret. And make damn sure no one finds her. Respect the orders, no one will have to recognize her, ruin that pretty face as best you can.''

The masked men nodded in response, lifting your unconscious body with ease and proceeding to carry you to a waiting van outside the Tower. Once you were safely inside, the van doors shut with a loud thud, and the vehicle soon vanished into the night.

Firecracker felt a surge of triumph. Her plan had gone flawlessly. You were gone, out of the picture-at least for the foreseeable future. But the taste of victory was bittersweet. Deep down, she knew that once Homelander discovered your disappearance, hell would break loose.

Indefinite moments, minutes, hours pass. You can't say how much has passed since that evening.

Your eyelids flickered open, a disoriented groan escaping your lips. Your head throbbed with a dull pain, and for a few moments your vision remained a blurry mess. Then, slowly, your surroundings began to come into focus. You were in an abandoned warehouse, the air thick with dust and a musty scent. The walls were crumbling, and the silence around you was interrupted only by the sound of your own shallow breathing.

You tried to move, but quickly realized your limbs were tightly bound to a chair. You felt the bite of rough rope against your skin, the tight ropes digging into your flesh as you struggled. The abandoned warehouse was cold and eerie, the only company provided by the ominous figures that stood guard around you. They were all wearing masks, making it impossible for you to identify any of them.

"Oh great, this isn't a cliché scenario at all…" you muttered sarcastically, your eyes scanning the area for any potential escape route.

One of the men, the tallest one, stepped closer to you at the sound of your voice. He took a couple of seconds to assess your situation before speaking up in a low voice.

"Looks like our little songbird finally woke up. I hope you're comfortable." he said, a hint of mockery underlying his words.

"Well, this is a lovely place you've brought me to." you drawled, feigning nonchalance. "Not exactly the five-star hotel I booked last week."

Despite the situation, the guard chuckled at your sarcastic reply. "Oh, sorry to disappoint. Our five-star prisoner need another room? Unfortunately they're all booked.''

You rolled your eyes, silently thinking of the countless witty comebacks that were at your fingertips but couldn't be voiced at the moment.

Then the men leaned in closer, now mere inches from you. "Now, enough chitchat. We've been paid to keep you here and we have strict orders to follow. So, do us all a favor, stay cooperative and keep your pretty mouth shut."

Their cold demeanor and close proximity sent chills down your spine. It was clear they were not here to joke around. One of the other guys stepped forwards, standing almost directly behind you.

"We were paid for a specific task." he chimed in, his voice dripping with a mocking sweetness. "And that task is: to make you as unrecognizable as possible."

His words sent a new wave of fear coursing through you. Unrecognizable. What the hell did that mean?

You swallowed heavily, a sense of dread beginning to grow in the pit of your stomach. "What exactly do you mean by unrecognizable?"

''Just a few…adjustments to your lovely face, body and maybe hair." the man behind you said.

They really intend to disfigure your face? Ruin your body and fill you with scars? Of course. So that you are no longer fit to be in the spotlight. That's one of your greatest fears, even more than great heights perhaps. You struggled against the ropes binding your wrists and legs, trying to break free, but the only result was the ropes digging into your skin even more.

The man behind you chuckled at your struggles. "Don't bother trying to break free. You aren't going anywhere.''

Another man, the largest one, spoke up. "Yeah, so save your energy for what's coming next."

The tall man started to circle around you, examining you from different angles like a piece of meat on display. Each circle he made around you sent a new wave of disgust through your body, and you had to resist the urge to spit at him.

''So, what's coming next assholes?''

He stopped in front of you, a cold smile on his face. He pulled out a shiny little knife from his pocket, the blade glinting menacingly in the dim light.

"Now, now, that's not a very nice way to talk to the people holding your fate in their hands." he warned, holding the weapon close to your face. Then the blade of the weapon traced a light, teasing line from your chin down to your chest.

The cold metal against your skin sent a fresh wave of fear coursing through you. You didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing your terror, though.

"Is that supposed to scare me?" you retorted, attempting to sound defiant. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, but you forced yourself to remain calm. You refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing you break.

The group was momentarily taken aback by your apparent bravado. "Playing tough uh? But we'll see how long that lasts once we start carving up that pretty face of yours.''

When he moves the knife in your direction, you instinctively move your face and pull back in your uncomfortable sit, showing how scary this thing can really be for you. Fuck. How long does it take for your powers to return?

What you need now is just a bit of time, extra time.

''Wait- Wait! Just for a moment! If Firecracker paid you to do this, I can pay you a lot more, absolutely, no doubt!''

The mercenaries exchanged glances, clearly caught off guard by your attempt to stop them. The man holding the knife pulled back, a skeptical look on his face.

"You're really trying to buy us off right now?''

You mask your fear behind a ridicoulous smile, the same you use to charm your fans.

''Oh come on, everyone has a price. Just kindly asking what's yours.''

"You're quite the charmer, aren't you? I never would have guessed beneath all that sparkle and charm is just a desperate, bargaining diva.''

''Desperate? Me? Hardly. I just know how to play my cards and get what I want.''

The mercenary chuckled again, but his expression took on a more serious note. ''But I gotta admit, you're right about everyone having a price. Let's say hypothetically we were open to negotiation. Just hypothetically, of course. What's your offer?''

You took a deep breath, mentally calculating the worth that you could possibly offer to these men if it means they'll spare you.

"How does 25 million sound?" you said, keeping your tone casual.

The men all looked at each other again, clearly surprised by the amount you had just thrown out there. One of them whistled lowly.

"Sweet lord, that's a hefty sum. You're really willing to pay us that much just to spare that pretty face of yours, huh?"

As you talk with them, you feel the time ticking away, and you are still tied to a chair and unable to fight. Frustration would soon turn to anger and you would lose your temper. Then, all your diplomacy suddenly fails.

"What, you didn't think I had that kind of money to spare?! I'm a damn Seven! Of course I can afford it! Believe me, I'm worth much more alive and well than disfigured or dead."

Bad move, really bad move.

Your sudden outburst and loss of diplomacy did not go unnoticed by the men. They were clearly enjoying seeing the cracks in your composure. The idea that you were worth more alive, that they could get even more money from Firecracker to ruin you, was already setting in.

This was turning into a game of cutthroat negotiations.

"Well, well, well." the tallest man chuckled. "Looks like the little diva's mask is coming off. All this time, pretending to be so calm and collected, and now you're getting desperate. It's quite entertaining, isn't it, boys?"

As the men closed in on you, the situation was starting to feel hopeless. You had miscalculated, and now your attempts at bribery seemed to be backfiring. The reality of your predicament was setting in as the men circled around you like a pack of hungry wolves.

"No more deals. You're worth more alive for sure, and we'll talk to Firecracker to get more money to end this work, but in the meantime we can make sure you're not quite as perfect anymore..."

You quickly weigh the options. These men are more interested in doing their job than listening to you. You're tied to a chair. No powers. No escape route. All you can do is bargain, and hope to delay them long enough to get out of this mess.

''Fine...do your worst.''

You lower your head and close your eyes, your only option is to try to resist, until the Compound V inhibitor has finished its effect.

They began to pummel you, their fists raining down on your body. You tried to resist, to fight back, but your strength was fading. The Compound V inhibitor was still there. Each blow felt like it was tearing through your very being, pain radiating throughout your body like fire through a dry forest. You held onto consciousness by sheer determination and will, refusing to show weakness even in the face of pain. You gritted your teeth, refusing to let them see your weakness. Hiding your face, your most precious possession. Your uniform was stained with blood, your skin bruised and battered, but you managed to resist the urge to cry out.

You couldn't give them satisfaction.

Time passes, and your desperate plan finally takes effect. They wasted their time hitting you, without thinking about their main task anymore. How stupid humans are. And you bought the time you needed. The time it takes to regain your powers.

As the men's fists continued to rain down on you, you felt less pain, finally. With a burst of strength, you managed to break free from your bonds and pushing them back. Gaining a few meters of breathing space around you. Your vision was blurred, and your body ached, but you were free. You lunged at the nearest man, knocking him to the ground. The others were taken aback, their surprise momentarily stopping on their places.

The leader, the one holding the knife, was the first to recover. He quickly recomposed himself, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. He quickly realize the situation has changed. You're no longer tied up and sedated, and you've already shown that you're a threat. He quickly pulls out a syringe with another dose of inhibitor inside.

"Grab her, don't let her get away!"

You stay dead silent. Full of fury. With fire inside your body.

As they rush at you, you spot the weapons they have on them. You feel the familiar pull and tug of your powers coming back to you. Taking a deep breath, you focus all your energy on the metal objects around them, using your powers to grab and pull on them. You can feel the weapons being yanked out of their hands, as if invisible strings were attached to them.

With a flick of your wrists and your powers now back in full effect, the weapons float around you, like obedient puppets waiting for your command. Metal barrels, knives, and a few firearms all levitate in the air, circling around you. A dangerous gleam in your eyes. You look like a terrifying sight.

A dangerous goddess dressed in red of her own blood.

Their eyes darting from you to the weapons floating around you. They look at you with fear, finally seeing you for the dangerous woman you truly are.

In the meantime, Firecracker stood before the massive glass windows of the Tower, looking out over the New York skyline. Her heart was racing, a feeling of triumph coursing through her veins. She had succeeded in her plan, you were gone.

Homelander was nearby, staring out at the city with a mixture of anger and confusion. The news of your disappearance had already reached his ears, and he was anxiously pacing back and forth, waiting for anyone to give him an update.

Firecracker approached Homelander cautiously, trying to mimic a concerned and empathetic expression. But it was evident that her words were nothing more than a facade.

"Hey..." she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I know this must be hard for you. I can't imagine how much you care for her. But you know how she is, she's unpredictable, fickle, frivolous.''

Homelander turned his red burning eyes at her. "I don't need your sympathy, Firecracker." he snapped. "I need her back."

Taken aback by his harsh tone, she started caressing his shoulder. "I understand, I really do. But we have to be realistic here. Her role was heavy, she did this job for many years, maybe she was tired. But of course, it's horrible that she didn't tell you anything.'' she adds, to make him doubt your loyalty.

Homelander's face darkened at her words. "She has always done everything I asked of her. Never once did she waver. No, this isn't... right.''

She continued her act, feigning concern while trying to sow seeds of doubt in Homelander's mind.

"Maybe her loyalty wasn't as strong as you thought. Maybe she was just waiting for the right moment to escape.''

"You're trying to say she betrayed me? That she's a traitor?"

He hated the idea that you would betray him, but Firecracker's words were starting to sow seeds of doubt. She could almost see the wheels turning in his mind, the seeds of doubt starting to take root.

But without warning her phone rings, and an unknown number appears on the screen. Her heart skipped a beat, and quickly she excused herself from Homelander, taking a step away and answered the call. She expected to hear the news of your complete disfigurement. So she spoke in a low voice to avoid others from hearing.

"Hello?"

''Kindly, could you accept my video call?'' a familiar voice answered on the other end of the line.

She froze. That was the last thing she expected to hear. It was you, asking for a video call? How? This was not supposed to happen. She quickly looked over her shoulder, making sure Homelander was still occupied and out of earshot.

''Did the cat got your tongue? Turn on that goddamn phone camera.''

She turned away again, her mind racing. She had no idea how to handle this situation. She had been so sure that the plan would be a success, that you would be disfigured and taken out of your position as a favorite.

This wasn't part of the plan. Now you're playing by your rules.

She reluctantly pressed the video call button, turning on the camera to reveal her worried face. Your face appeared on the screen, a small smirk gracing your bloody red lips. You looked exhausted, your face a bit bruised, with a small cut on your cheek. Your uniform, stained from head to toe with blood. And behind you, on the ground, the lifeless bodies of the men who had dared to harm you.

''How...?! How the hell are you-''

"Oh, you thought I'd be sitting quietly, waiting for my face to be carved off? How naive you are.''

Firecracker snap on the other line, realizing she had been outplayed. With anger slowly boiling inside her, she raised her voice. "Don't act so cocky. I still have that compromising video of you." she warned. "One click and your career is over."

''You know, while you left me with your nice masked friends, I had a lot of time to think. At the beginning I was very worried about that video, it would have really created a big scandal for my image...''

''And you should still be worried about it! Indeed, terrified!''

Your laugh echoed through the speakers.

''But then,I came up with a realisation. Maybe he will get angry at first. But Homelander won't take kindly to anyone who threatens me. He'll eliminate anyone who has seen that footage. And If you release it, you'll become public enemy number one."

Firecracker's heart sank as she realized the truth in your words. Homelander's protective nature towards you was a well-known fact. Anyone who had seen that footage, especially someone within the Seven, would quickly be targeted.

"You... you wouldn't dare. I'll deny everything." she stuttered, her confident facade starting to crumble.

A wicked gleam appeared in your eyes as you smirked again.

"Oh, I would. And Homelander will believe me over you any day. He'll tear you apart If you try anything. So I suggest you delete that footage, love. Because If it ever sees the light of day, you won't be able to save your pretty little face."

Firecracker's hands trembled as she gripped her phone tighter. Your words rang through her mind, each one cutting deeper than the last.

You started walking outside the building, still holding the camera, your voice calm. "And by the way, I found the phone of one of your mercenaries. And guess what I found there? Evidence of your little plan to ruin me. Messages between you and them, planning every detail. If you're still in doubt of what to do next, know that have all the proof I need to expose you."

Her blood ran cold as she watching you in horror. You had evidence, solid evidence, of her plan to ruin you. She could feel the walls closing in around her. She became ridicoulous.

"Wait! L-listen, we...we can talk about this! You're alright! You're fine, you're the mighty Ophera! Mine was j-just...a prank. Sure, a prank! You were never really in danger"

It was a desperate, last attempt to save her own skin.

And you are a merciful goddess, right?

''Mmh. An interesting way to spin things. A prank involving hired mercs, secret planning, blackmail attempts, and the risk of disfigurement. Just a little prank, right?"

"I…I…y-yes. A sick, twisted, and stupid prank. I never meant for it to go that far, really. Just a way to get back at you for…being so perfect all the time. I envy...I envy you, you know!''

Your eyes rolled at her attempts to rationalize her actions. She was really going all in, trying to save herself with excuses and half truths. You could practically see the desperation on her face even through the video call.

With a single wave of your bloody hand, you tell her to stay silent. And she stop with her rambling, confused.

You leaned closer to the phone, a lovely grin on your face. "Just a friendly reminder, Homelander can hear pretty well thanks to his powers. He might be listening to this conversation right now."

She had been so focused on her own survival that she had completely forgotten about Homelander's incredible sense of hearing. The thought that he might be listening in on this conversation sent a chill down her spine.

From her reaction you can guess that they're in that same room, maybe with Ashley and all the other super waiting for any news about you.

''Now, be a good girl and go to Homelander.''

"You…you can't…please, I-" she pleaded in a small desperate voice.

''And give him the phone, now.''

She slowly started walking towards Homelander and the others, the phone in her hands, hardly mantaining a smile on her face. ''Uhm- H-Homelander...I've some good news!''

''Spit it out, what's going on?" raised an eyebrow, dead serious.

"Uhm- I-it's for you." she held the phone out to him

The moment Homelander laid eyes on the phone, his emotions were a mixture of relief and anger. He quickly snatched the phone from Firecracker's trembling hand.

"Ophera?! Where the hell are you?!" he repeated, his voice echoing the frustration he was feeling.

"Hey, love. Sorry to worry you. I'm safe and well, just had a little unexpected adventure."

He clenched the phone tightly, his fingers leaving cracks on the device. "Damn it, woman. You had me worried sick. What the hell happened? Where are you? And are you covered in blood? Is that yours?!"

You felt a tingle of satisfaction as you heard the edge of worry in his voice. You can barely imagine Firecracker's defeated face at that moment.

''Don't worry, isn't mine. You know, the usual, anti-super criminals. I got my ass kidnapped, but don't worry, I took care of it. The morons have no idea what kind of trouble they stepped into."

"Why didn't you call me sooner? I could have come and rescued your ass.''

''I am an independent and strong woman. I never ask anyone for help.'' you smiled confident and charming on the screen.

Homelander couldn't help but smirk at your response. Despite his concern, he knew that you were more than capable of taking care of yourself. "Damn straight you are. Now. I'm coming to get you. I need to know everything about this absurd situation of yours.''

''Sure love, I've a lot of things to tell you. Like a good and all blooody bedtime story.''

Firecracker stood nearby, watching the exchange between Homelander and you on the phone. Her heart was in her throat as she listened to your conversation.

Her eyes widened as you continued to talk with him, your confident and charismatic persona shining through even in your bruised and battered state. She couldn't believe how calmly you were handling the situation, while she was the one who had orchestrated the whole disastrous plan.

''I'm at the old abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. You know, the one with the graffiti and the broken windows?"

"I'll be there in three minutes, don't move."

Admiration for you filled her, and jealousy as well as she observed Homelander's reaction to your words. The concern in his voice, the protectiveness he still had over you, it was all too evident.

As you hung up the phone, Firecracker couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. You were unfortunately safe, and he was on his way to get you back to the Tower. But she also knew that her actions had consequences. She had crossed a line, and there was no going back.

You ended the call, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips. You had turned the tables on your rival, and now she was the one who was in trouble.

"Well, well, well. Looks like someone's in quite a pickle." you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "I suggest you start thinking about your next move, Firecracker. Because whatever it is, I'm one step ahead of you."

The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: the dynamic within The Seven had been irrevocably changed.

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ALRIGHT, WHAT A RIDE WAS THIS ONE?? I absolutely wanna write more with other canon characters! Thanks again for the request, it was really good to write, hope you like it! Kisses ❤️‍🔥

[lupoteodoro]

My Ron Livingston Watchlist Guide

Must-Watch

Office Space (1999)

Band of Brothers (2001)

Ron Livingston's Complete Bootcamp Video Diary (2001)

Keyboard Cat Redux (2009)

Highly Recommended

Swingers (1996) – Goofy.

A Rumor of Angels (2000) – Beautiful movie, and this role led him to get Nix.

Holly (2006)

Music Within (2007)

Defying Gravity (2009) – could have been an iconic space drama.

Parkland (2013) – I love his performance in this one.

Loudermilk (2017-2020)

Worth Watching

The Low Life (1995) – Story of a Yale grad.

Townies (1996) -- licked by a golden retriever puppy

Campfire Tales (1997) – full back nudity.

Body Shots (1999) -- yeah, that one

Beat (2000) – Super cute nerdy gay boy.

44 Minutes: The North Hollywood Shoot-Out (2003)

Sex and the City (1998-2004) – Enough is enough: Berger is my pretty baby boy.

House (2006) – He looks so good.

Relative Strangers (2006) – Fun to watch.

Standoff (2006-2007) – Obviously.

Nightmares & Dreamscapes: From the Stories of Stephen King (2006)

Leave (2011) – A BoB cast reunion.

Drinking Buddies (2013)

Boardwalk Empire (2013-2014)

Saints & Strangers (2015)

Shangri-La Suite (2016) – Fat Elvis.

Welcome to America (2016)

Daddy Vibes

The Conjuring (2013) – Haunted dad.

Fort Bliss (2014) – Military spouse dad.

The 5th Wave (2016) – Post-apocalyptic gorgeous dad.

Lucky (2017) – Because his look here is what I imagine for Stanhope.

Tully (2018) – Gentle omega dad.

The Long Dumb Road (2018) – Violent Alpha Dad.

The Romanoffs (2018) – Reasonable dad.

A Million Little Things (2018-2023) – Why does he die right away and leave a mess behind? This show annoys me. But he's so good in it.

The Flash (2023) – The Flash’s dad.

Sitting in Bars with Cake (2023) – Adorable sad dad.

His Pretty Face >> plot

JAG (1997) – POW baby.

Timecop (1997) – A 1920s New York cop.

Two Ninas (1999)

The Practice (1999) – I think his character was bullied, but he still looked very great.

Buying the Cow (2002)

The Cooler (2003)

Little Black Book (2004)

10 Years (2011)

Love Him Even as a Villain/Tragic

Adaptation (2002)

King of the Ants (2003)

American Crude (2008)

Dinner for Schmucks (2010)

The Odd Life of Timothy Green (2012)

The Professor (2018)

Search Party (2016-2022)

Doesn’t Fit Anywhere but You Could Watch

The Time Traveler's Wife (2009)

Game Change (2012)

[cosmerelists]

Surprising Similarities Among Cosmere Characters

Here are some similarities between Cosmere characters that you may not have considered before!

[Spoilers chiefly for Stormlight & Warbreaker!]

1. Kaladin & Lift: BYOH ("Bring Your Own Holds") Rock Climbing

Kaladin has done this multiple times--he climbed up the walls of the chasms in the Shattered Plains by sticking rocks to the walls to create holds, and he climbed down Urithiru using, like, brushes or something I think. Meanwhile, Lift can climb up super smooth walls by having Wyndle create handholds through his vines.

2. Kaladin & Dalinar: Had a Brother Who Was OBSESSED with Rocks

To be fair, Tien’s love of pretty rocks is perhaps slightly cuter than Gavilar's love of rocks filled with dark, pulsing doom energy.

3. Dalinar & Vasher: Defeated a Villain by Giving him a Super Valuable Gift

When Dalinar and Sadeas were in their "who gets the bridgeman" standoff, Dalinar won by giving Sadeas his shardblade. When Vasher was fighting Denth, he won by giving Denth all of his Breaths. In both cases, this was a strategy that no one saw coming because who would actually give up something so valuable??

4. Shallan & Lirin: Successfully Robbed a Wealthy Lighteyes

Shallan stole Jasnah's soulcaster, and Lirin stole a bunch of spheres from the previous highlord.

5. Shallan & Dalinar: Canonically Have Great Butts

As pointed out by @aphroditesmoon here: https://www.tumblr.com/cosmeretrek/740781582381645824/shallan-dalinar.

6. Shallan & Kaladin: Wear the Same Boots

(Sorry I had too.)

7. Kaladin & Adolin: Kill a Powerful Man by Stabbing him Through the Eye

Kaladin killed Helarin, who should have been unkillable in his shardplate, by throwing a speartip through his eye. Adolin killed Sadeas by pushing a dagger through his eye.

8. Jasnah & Kaladin: Hated Amaram Before It Was Cool

As pointed out by someone on Reddit but brought to tumblr by @cosmeretrek here: https://www.tumblr.com/cosmeretrek/745477332090880000/link

9. Shallan & Kelsier: Can Keep Smiling Through Anything

While living in her very abusive household as a child, baby Shallan just kept smiling to try to keep her father calm. And Kelsier, of course, kept smiling to make sure the Lord Ruler didn't win.

10. Sarene & the Stick: Similar Nicknames

"Leky Stick" for Sarene and "the stick" for the stick. Really makes you think.

BONUS BELOW [SPOILERS FOR WAT PREVIEW CHAPTERS 1-2!!]

Kaladin & Shallan: Ask weird poop-related questions

...but at least Kaladin was a child at the time.

[serickswrites]

Suggestion: A Hero x Civilian story where Civilian is held at weapon-point by Villain and maybe an awesome fight scene? I just love hostages and standoffs!

Hello @courtneygacha this is a great suggestion! Please enjoy your request.

Warnings: hostage situation, guns, gun point, threat of death, physical violence

Hero’s mouth went dry as they reached the roof top where Villain had demanded to meet. Villain was there. And so was Civilian. Civilian stood completely still as Villain pressed a gun to their temple. “So nice of you to join us, Hero,” Villain smiled as Hero made their presence known.

“Let Civilian go. Your beef is with me.” Hero hoped their voice sounded more confident than they felt. They couldn’t stand for Civilian to be hurt.

“And that is precisely why I have them, Hero. My beef is with you. They’re merely caught in the crossfire. Isn’t that such a shame?” They rubbed their cheek along the top of Civilian’s head. “They are so lovely.���

Civilian desperately tried to catch Hero’s gaze, but Hero couldn’t tear their eyes from Villain’s. “They are. And all the more reason for you to let them go. It’s me you want.”

Villain never broke eye contact with Hero. “Maybe I changed my mind.” They inhaled deeply as they continued to rub their cheek like a cat along Civilian’s head. “Maybe I want them now.”

Before Hero could open their mouth to reply, Civilian rocked their head back and up, smashing their head into Villain’s nose. Villain shrieked with pain as Civilian ducked and Hero charged forward. Civilian rolled away from the melee, as Hero began to pummel Villain. Hero did not relent in their attack on Villain. They couldn’t. Civilian was in danger if they didn’t stop.

But Villain was also just as powerful. Hero initially got a few hits in by surprise before Villain regained their footing to fight back. The two supers fought ferociously as Civilian looked on in horror. Was Hero powerful enough to defeat Villain? Civilian couldn’t stand the thought of Hero being hurt, or even killed, on their behalf. And they couldn’t stand the thought of being trapped with Villain forever.

Hero hurt. Their body ached. Villain was physically more powerful than them. Each hit drained Hero of power, of energy, as pain began to take over. But they couldn’t let Villain win. Wouldn’t let Villain win. And with a final burst of energy, Hero put everything they had into a single punch that connected with Villain’s jaw. Villain collapsed as the punch rendered them unconscious.

Hero sighed with relief as they sank to their knees. Civilian was safe.

“Hero!” Civilian surged forward as Hero slumped over.

“‘M ‘ere,” Hero croaked, barely having the energy to lift their head. “‘M ok.”

“You’re so stupid!” Civilian said as they lifted Hero’s head, kissing them softly and gently. “Why would you take on Villain alone? They are so powerful.”

Hero blinked up at Civilian. “Couldn’t let them hurt you. Couldn’t stand it.”

Civilian smiled. “And I can’t stand to see you hurt. Come on, let’s go home.” Civilian helped Hero rise. They put a hand out to steady Hero as they began to walk.

“That sounds wonderful,” Hero murmured as they leaned on Civilian. They were glad Civilian was made of tougher things than they give Civilian credit for. And they were glad they were able to stop Villain in time.

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Did you watch the standoff deleted scene? In it Neytiri didn't actually release Spider after Quaritch released Kiri and Jake had to talk her down and take the knife himself before she released Spider and holy hell I don't know how to describe my feelings for it. They really planned to traumatize Spider huh. And I can't even fault Neytiri here because she's clearly so lost in grief and trauma. It's such an angst fest, I love it but I can see why they deleted it. What do you think?

Side note, I saw that anon ask about a time loop headcanon? I tried scrolling your spider tag myself but I couldn't find it, any chance you can link it reblog it for me please?

I am trying to be a patient adult who does not buy the same movie seventeen times, so no I haven't watched them yet, I will fucking wait for my collectors editions for Christmas. But I watched all those Avatar Theory videos where the scenes are described, and I've done my reddit dives (shivers). I know what they all are.

I just answered another ask that mentioned this particular scene (which I gotta say has really bummed me out for the day), might have to finally get around to answered that ask about my Sully Sims. BUT ANYWAYS.

As I said to this other person, I really don't feel like this is a deleted scene, its more of a rewrite. To me, I think that the choice of changing this scene is more telling. I completely understand why they removed it. There are a lot of people who don't empathize with Neytiri, or understand her trauma anyway. I think they changed this because they must have felt it didn't fit her character enough, or wouldn't work with where they wanted the story to go. Of course, I understand the scene, but I'm very glad they changed it. I think it's important to remember that scene is now not canon, it was changed to what we got for a reason. We can spend the next million posts talking about what we think that reason is, but I still think that means something.

I'm just honestly majorly bummed that there were positive cut recom scenes and then just this super dark Neytiri scene. She was barely in the movie, and I just know people will use this even more to misunderstand her character and villainize her and it makes me really sad. I'm sorry I'm not as pumped about these deleted scenes as all the dm's and asks I've gotten. :(

On a lighter note, I could not find it, no, I’ve had this ask ready to go as I looked for it forever. I will keep looking but I’m hoping that anon will send us the link, or even that I’ll find it later. Sorry, I didn’t want this to sit here longer!!

[djsherriff-responses]

I have a crack/serious theory that dolph is the son of Rex "Power" Colt and Elizabeth Veronica Darling from Far Cry 3: Blood Dragon.

Both characters are similar to the people who are 'supposedly' dolph's real biological parents in the first episode, see the similarities?

And in the episode where dolph is fighting a fucking army his eyes glow a pinkish purple color in both his robot and human eyes? In the lore blood dragons are the titular hostile creatures in far cry 3: blood dragon, existing only on the nameless island on which the game takes place, blood dragons are believed to be "Living fossils from the early cretaceous period", according to Dr. Elizabeth darling.

The blood of the dragons also possess radiologically-enhancing properties. Colonel Ike sloan's cybernetics were supercharged by drinking their blood. However, pure dragon blood is unpredictable and can have adverse effects, such as those suffered by Dr. Carlyle, who gained increased mental capacity to "hyper-genius levels," but later experienced rapid muscle deterioration and worse, his genitals dropped off his body.

At the end of the game, elizabeth veronica is seen hugging rex, but she opens her eyes, revealing them to be the same color as the dragon's blood.

In trials of the blood dragon it is revealed that she is a blood dragon herself, but in human form. This explains why she hates sloan (the previous villain of the game) for using the blood dragons for harvesting their blood, as well as her glowing purple eyes seen at the end of the game. She reveals to her husband and children that she had left them in order to help her race. However, when she learned of Rex's "death", she took the guise of General Ryback, and secretly manipulated her children into helping her free her species (blood dragons, or dragornians), destroy the CIA, and lay the groundwork for a full-scale blood dragon invasion of the world under the pretense that they are saving the world. She confesses her love for her husband and children, but then gives them an ultimatum: join her cause or die.

In the secret ending rex refuses to help his wife allow her and the blood dragons to take over the world, and defiantly pulls a gun on her, proclaiming his allegiance to his country. Likewise, Dr. Darling pulls out a gun on her husband, but so do their children, with both Roxanne and Slayter each pointing a gun at their parents. Both parents then pull out a second gun on their children while still pointing their first guns at each other, leading to a mexican standoff in the family.

Both roxanne and slayter are confirmed to be half dragornians and have strong and powerful abilities, maybe dolph, the third child is a half dragornian himself?

Hell maybe the woman in dolph's flashbacks could be rex's younger sister or rex's cousin and she never told dolph about the truth.

Wow this is a really well thought out and put together theory

The only issue is that the manga shows Dolph's mother as an Indian woman, basically confirming the propaganda documentary Eden made to be lies and I honestly doubt that Adi is gonna make a plot twist out of her , especially with the likelihood that season two will be as short as the first season and everything else that's been set up

As much as I would like more kick ass women in this series, revealing Dolph's mother to be a completely different character than what we're told (twice even) would make the spin off manga pointless and even more conflicting with the timeline

Saying that though, we don't yet know who Dolph's father is

And in both show and manga , it's not that subtle that Eden is doing some Eugenics in their system, with Dolph being a prime example of that. The art book even mentions that "Dolph was marked "genetically fit for augmentation"-", meaning that Eden is looking through it's citizens very DNA for it's super soldiers

And someone with dragon blood in them would be valuable, yeah?

Also worth pointing out that in some concept designs, they considered giving Dolph white hair, something that Roxanne and Slayter both have

If season two did explore Dolph's family tree , I think it'd be more likely the show would focus on Dolph's father with his mother being (unfortunately common for her archetype) a foot note. Going with what you brought up ,Dolph's father could be Rex but I'm gonna lean towards Slayter for the fact Slayter actually has dragon blood in him, Rex could still be involved as a a grandfather though

I'm also gonna bet if Rex is related to Dolph (as either father or grandfather) or at least plays a role in season two, he probably knew Sam Fisher. Idk why I just think it'd be fitting and an organic lead way to Dolph talking about and/or meeting his father('s side of the family) with how the last episode ended

[jumpywhumpywriter]

This is really dumb so feel free to ignore, but my brain is now curious as to what the chance of death would be if the coffee shop villain tried, uh, flirting with Shadow?

That’s really dumb and my brain impulsively conjured that thought after the whole debacle of the first anon trying rizz and then seeing a different non-anon ask about coffee shop villain and is more so a brain s**t post (not sure what the clean term would be. Garbage post?) my brain made up.

Anyways, question somehow still related to that whole (for me, fairly entertaining) debacle, where would Thomas (the human companion? Companion probably isn’t the right word but I’m blanking) be during all of this (the deadly magic assassin standoff/rizz show)? Off to the side helping prepare funeral rites or at the scene trying to mitigate damages?

All of this is just a little bit of rambling and non-serious asks for funsies (I hope they’re considered funsies and aren’t uncomfortable. Feel free to not answer the ones that make you feel like that), so I hope this isn’t too annoying.

Anyways, have a lovely day/night and take care of yourself and hydrated and well fed and all that jazz (and I will probably later ask more about worldbuilding and stuff if you’re fine with that. I don’t know why I’m including that, my brain has the urge to share all my thoughts okay leave me alone-) :)

(Also, if the whole rizzing attempt is still going on, I’m still rooting for you anon! I wholeheartedly believe in your attempt and indeed will be watching from a safe distance with a coffin on standby. Okay I’ll stop mentioning it unless there’s an update since I don’t want to be repetitive or annoying or anything)

-idk

Great questions! Surprisingly, I think the coffee shop villain might actually stand a small chance of successfully flirting with Shadow. I say that because

1: he's got super dangerous, deadly powers like she does, and 2: he's got a sharp wit and dark sense of humor as well, which Shadow shares. He is also very capable of standing up for himself and fighting when needed, which Shadow would admire (she respects powerful people who aren't a pushover)

As to where Thomas would be during the whole rizzing situation-- he'd definitely be on the sidelines getting the funeral ready. Despite how much he doesn't like Shadow killing people and often gets in her way to stop her, with tensions so high, he probably wouldn't want to risk intervening in whatever's about to go down because he might get caught in the crossfire. He'd probably reluctantly let Shadow handle it her way -- with violence, if she decides the person flirting with her isn't worth her time.

[batfamdannyphantomsstuff]

Bruce is 110% the Mom friend which means he gets +4 damage every time he throws a shoe of any sort, and he forced himself to learn the same accuracy for his Batarangs.

At some point there has to be a video clip from some officers bodycam for a extra-terrestrial Villain attack with all hands on deck Heros, sidekicks, Villains and even Retirees type thing.

And after the battle Superman, Supes dealing with local leaders and Batman herding people, the Villains and retirees, like cats making sure everyone has Medical care of some sort. And Wonder Woman dealing with the Military are all making vaguely exhausted and snippy clean up plans with local officials, and some of the younger Teams of heros are overheard giggling with post Adrenaline holy crap we lived feels in one great big medical check up area,

Superboy: *snickers and hugs Young Justice as they also start to giggle and chuckle (and maybe cry a lil)*

Starfire: *leaning over Nightwing, wrapping his dislocated shoulder* "What is it Kon-el? Red Robin?"

Impulse: "We-just-think-its-funny-ya-see? Mom-and-Dad-and-Pa are-having to deal-with the Usual."

RedHood: *smirking at the rest of the younger heros leaning against Bizzaro with the other Outlaws, Red Arrow and Artemis* "Well, Dad is handling the Military and the United Nations, and Mom is making sure the crazy is fed and watered in a calmer environment."

WonderGirl: *smiling with to many teeth* "And Pa is handling the politicians.

Red Robin: *blinking at Starfire looking half dead and being bandaged by Miss Martian with Aqualad tended by BeastBoy* "What? It's the Same old, Same Old." *RR turns his head to the Big Three and Shouts* "Hey MooOom? We need Nutrients!"

Instead of Wonder Woman turning, Batman pops his head up like a Meerkat, breaking the mild standoff with a pair of retired former Nemesis,

and has his wrist raised saying something that can't be made out and soon a pile of homemade (Agent As recipe) Ration bars of different types, Speedster Dense, Amazon dense, high vitamin, etc. and Water Bottles are teleported or at least there in a small flash of light in the center of the Med space, with all the people closest handing them out to whoever's hands needed what type as they all need even some of the nurses and villains and civilians.

Every person in super-uniform: *tired from the Apocalypse. Again.* "Thanks Mom."

Batman: *nods and goes back to his group of disfunctionals who are also now asking for snacks, secretly it seems 60yr old or immortal toddlers/divorced partners and people who only dont want the world dead because then they cant rule it*

Wonder Woman: *Smiles like the Amazon queen she is, makes eye contact with Superman as she directs a pair of Green Lanterns in his direction, Kal-el raising his brow back,* "-ot now please, go ask Pa for advice while I handle Arrangements for Clean-up and Salvage Please."

Green Lanterns: *both speaking at once,* "Yes, Princess." "Kay, Dad."

Everyone else: *vaguely tired surprised Pikachu*

guys if you think about it we can sum everything batman does to being the mom friend

Like-

Utility belt-Having everything in their bag for every situation

contingency plans- making plans cause she knows her child we do shit

beats criminals up- have you ever done some stupid shit and get your ass beat by your mom? Only my asain/Hispanics know what I'm talking about I thought my life was OVER

"ugh you never help around the house". *kid tries to help*. "why are you doing that, you're doing that wrong,give it to me, leave" *does it on their own*

Do I need to mention the scolding?

The stare

no sleep

Aggressively Passive-agressive comments

knows literally everything about you

"Uh I can't find my paperwork".

"did you check under the table"

"yeah it's not there"

"You mean this paperwork.which.was.under.the.table?" *papers materializes in hand*

"BUT HOW-"

Tells you not to overwork but overworks herself

"Tie your hair up it looks like a bird's nest" "clean up your room" "did you finish you Homework?"

(more need to be added)

Like seriously, hes just a mom, that's what being batman is, batman is the mom and the JL/ Gotham/rouges/batfam are just his stupid children who want to jump off the top of the slide in the park

[thebusinesspress]

WGA Nabs A Deal With AMPTP After 5 Months of Refusing to Break The Line. Now, Pens Stay Down For Sister-Union SAGAFTRA

The WGA (Writers Guild of America) has finally reached a tentative deal with the AMPTP (Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers) after a grueling five-month standoff. The AMPTP, somewhat akin to a super-villain in this narrative, can’t breathe a sigh of relief just yet, as the WGA is standing firm in solidarity with SAGAFTRA (Screen Actors Guild-American Federation of Television and…

[tendous-whore]

Omg I love your nanami breeding kink fic! Can I please request one where the s/o feels neglected by nanami because of his work? So he made up with slow seggs? Can also be angsty and sorry for errors English isnt my first language. TYSM!

YES 😩🤌 I’m on it RIGHT NOWW

also id like to apologize since this is so short, I'm actually going o break this into some parts cause my small brain sees a giant picture with this request and I am unable to write so much at this time so I will POST MORE OF THIS IN PARTS IN THE FUTUREEEANDAOFNADKLNLAJESNFKJlnd'lkfe

think of this as a preview of what will come in the next part ehhe ;)

thank you

when he notices PT. 1

(nanami kento x neglected reader)

PT 2. (COMING SOON)

summary: when he forgets to call, to acknowledge you at all, it seems like you are falling apart. and it’s nanami who glues you back piece by piece.

warnings: fluff, kinda super angst oops, suggestive, suggestive smut, soft, kinda long intro, idk what else to put hehe

notes: listen.. I’m an angst kinda gal so this one gonna be ANGST AF (eventually just see it thru my guy) before the spicy 🥴 so I hope you enjoy that too heh

The clock ticks, every second of it heightening the rift between the empty house, claiming itself a part of this void that shared your home. It seemed to be the only company nowadays. You had grown acquainted with the creaking floorboards when you crept down the halls, the low hum of the ceiling fan, and the buzz of the tv when you flipped through channels, none of anything catching your attention for more than a couple of minutes before you moved onto the next, whatever to keep you busy; to never think, and feel, not even for a second.

It had been like this for a while now, and you expected it. Living with Nanami was a love-hate relationship, always hot and cold, and inconsistent. It was exciting at the beginning, to always be on your toes, on edge until the next time he walked through those doors, to wait for his call but it wasn't the same anymore. The novelty wore off when your relationship with the man grew serious, no longer a short fling between strangers. And he made sure you understood his job, the extensive work he needed to do each day, and how exhausting it can be. No biggie, right? Working overtime and being busy was not a deal-breaker until the time when he was supposed to be home with you grew shorter.

The first few times upset you, but gradually it had become a part of the routine. You weren’t surprised if he didn’t call or text, to show up late for a dinner or forget about the date. You grew tired of expecting him when he could no longer pull through. You stopped waiting for him at the table, staying up until you could hear the front door open, and you stopped trying. Every time you tried, it never seemed to be enough.

Eventually, the home you shared began to feel empty, and so did you.

The front door opens and closes, and you can faintly hear keys being tossed onto the coffee table and some shuffling down the hall. You don’t pay any mind as you stand in the bathroom, assuming that after a long day, like every day, Nanami is tired, yet again. So you decide not to bother him any more than you already do. Either way, trying to talk to him never got anywhere. He always seemed to be short with you before shambling off, which never failed to piss you off, and even more when he acted oblivious, as if ignorant to his own standoff demeanor. And you’d always feel terrible for being upset, that despite your frustrations, Nanami somehow managed to make you out to be the villain. Of course, he didn't mean to do it on purpose, but that’s how he made it feel. Like you were a bitch, constantly suffocating him when really all you wanted was to be acknowledged; a simple kiss would suffice.

Was that too much to ask?

“Hey.” A voice sighs, behind the half-open door. It shouldn’t startle you, but it does. You lean against the bathroom sink, the edge of the counter holding you up as you look up, catching a short glimpse of the man behind you in your reflection. He stands there, the door now wide open as his body is propped against the frame, his hands tucked into his pockets with a tired look; but something else resides behind his weary look.

“You’re home early.” You look away from the mirror. Something in you ugly wants to jump out, a bitter taste in the back of your mouth begging to strike the man behind you but you hold your tongue. You don’t want to start another fight, god forbid if you do, you were going to be in the wrong, you always were. So as happy you want to feel, to embrace Nanami and breath him in, you don’t.

“Yeah.” He nods. “I wanted to see you.”

He waits to hear your voice, but silence fills the space instead. Your face is calm, like the surface of a lake at the highest moon once the water has stilled. You don’t look at Nanami as he’s staring at your reflection. Your lips purse together, your eyes following the outline of your own features, to distract yourself. You were stubborn like that, hard to understand, even for Nanami. As you stood here in front of him, it felt like you were thousands of miles away, out of reach and he wasn’t sure how to bring you back.

“Okay.” You breathe. And that’s all you can manage to say, any more, and you aren’t confident that you won’t break, not when you were trying to make a point. To show him you’re not waiting for him anymore. Because how is it any fair that while you’re waiting, it’s your life that’s put on hold, but not his.

“I was thinking,” Nanami began, shifting his weight from the door frame, slowly creeping into the bathroom. He’s still wearing his dress shoes, you can tell by the clicking of the heels as he closes in, step by step.

“We could do something, anything you want. Tonight.” He smiles. You catch the way his mouth curls upwards, and it’s hard not to steal a glance. You hadn’t seen him smile in a while, and it feels nostalgic, back to the simpler days when you weren’t alone, forgotten in the background of your home. But just as you look at him, before he can catch the way your face softens, you’re turning away, trying to maintain this distance between you and him.

“Look,” He breathes, taking a few more steps forward, following you carefully, the tone in his voice strained as he combed his fingers through his hair.

“I’m trying.” He says, but you already know that, don’t you? Because why else would he be here when god knows he shouldn’t. And maybe a part of you wanted him to stay away, to not pretend like either of you were okay because you weren’t. Of course, you still love Nanami, always, but a bouquet of flowers and an expensive date wasn’t going to fix this broken bridge between the two of you, and maybe, just maybe, that made it all the more worse.

“It’s not enough.” You snap. You spin around, facing the man before you, your eyes trained on him, finally taking in a clearer picture of him. He hadn’t ditched that stupid tie and jacket, still standing in his slacks with those dumb little glasses of his as he takes a step back, taken aback as you caught him off guard.

“Don’t come home and tell me you’re trying.” You spat, pointing a finger at him.

“If this is trying, then what the hell have I been doing?” You questioned, throwing your hands out with a frustrated groan before dropping them at your side with a defeated huff.

Everything you’ve pushed down until now had finally boiled over. It hardly felt fair for him to act saintlike, to pretend like he was the savior to all your troubles. When in honest truth, you weren’t the one who need saving. Not when you were always there for him. Cooking his favorite dish, waiting late into the night to make sure he got home safe, leaving him messages to tell him I love you, even when you didn’t want to mean it. When all you wanted to do after everything, was to scream to the heavens, make him look at you for just a moment in his life, to notice how you put a little more effort into your appearance just for how, tell you how dinner was amazing, or that after a long day, maybe he could hold you for a minute and assure you that everything will be okay. So why couldn’t he see that?

Nanami is at a loss for words. He wants to say something, anything to soothe you, but he knows it will only be bittersweet lies; another promise he just can’t keep.

“I’m not stupid.” He says.

“Maybe, but you’re an asshole.” You hiss.

“So what if am I!” Nanami shouts. His voice is loud, and it echoes through the room.

“But I’m here now. Doesn’t that count for something?” He asks, stepping closer, his body now a few feet from you as his body corners you. You step back in response, your feet shifting uncomfortably as the bathroom door moves further away and your body slowly retreats from Nanami. It's times like this that remind you how much bigger he is; stronger, and firmer. Walking out wasn't a choice at this point, he wouldn't let you even if you tried.

Pressed against the bathroom sink, you open your mouth in response and so does Nanami, but no sound comes out for either of you. When you’re this close, you find it suffocating to be near him. But when he’s caught you between the counter and his frame, you find it difficult to feel the way you should; angry, frustrated, and bitter. When the heat from his body bleeds through his clothes and through your thin shirt, a family fuzzy feeling pitted in your chest clouds your own mind; swallowing down those ugly words. And it is here you stand, trapped and trembling beneath the man's predatory gaze, do you feel yourself sinking back into the cycle that never fails to quit.

And when he stares down at you with that look, you feel small and exposed. You hope that he doesn't notice the way your chest rises with short breaths, but he does. And a part of him wonders if this is exactly what you wanted; or perhaps, needed.

[jortsaaaaaaart]

To Be Forgotten Amongst Friends chp1

Omega! Reader x avengers

Hello all! I revamped my story "ikaros" and this is the new story! Also the name is long rip.

Trigger warnings (later chapters mostly)- ptsd, noncon, kidnapping, human experimentation, Stockholm and lima syndrome

The following chapters will be posted on- https://archiveofourown.org/works/33890977     (seriously- may not post here that often cause i hate the tagging system- go check out ao3)

It's a beautiful day in New York and you're a terrible, no good, thief. 

You were considered New York’s very own Robin Hood. Two hundred ATM robberies in two years, the money flying out of the machines and into the hands of people who needed it. The banks, collectively, had lost over $300,000 from the ATMs alone. But of course, it wasn't just the ATMs. A rash of robberies had spread over the East coast. Most were digital, companies funneling their own money to offshore accounts that wanted nothing to do with U.S. intervention. The FBI were notified, then the CIA, and eventually- after a daring cyber attack against the DOD- SHIELD itself turned it's one eyed gaze onto you.

Nick Fury saw something the other agencies didn't. You had certain gifts that made your line of work incredibly easy. Whether they were natural mutations or some sort of superpower, they allowed you to break into some of the most secure networks known to man. He had almost found you when SHIELD fell and his resources vanished. After the dust cleared he was forced to start from scratch. Hunting you and the remnants of Hydra down at the same time wasn't easy, but, in a strange twist of fate, he found someone else that was searching for you too.

+++

New York was filled with so many people. Most of them were good, in your opinion. (Well, maybe half, actually.) You spent most of your off time working on "projects" or walking around the city. You had become a fixture at the local Bodega. Single omegas were extremely  rare, marked single omegas were almost unheard of. The mark gave you certain freedoms other omegas, sadly, didn't have. It drove away most potential suitors and the ones who were particularly bold would be given a taste of your powers. Once the burrow had gotten used to your presence they saw you as a generous person, but a secretive one. Someone who took no shit even with their designation. You gave to the community and different Omega rights groups in the area. After years of watching you quietly go about helping people you had been welcomed into the burrow's heart with open arms.

You loved helping people in your own way. You loved it just as much as you hated corporations and the police, but when you could make an ATM spew it's contents out into the poorest streets of Brooklyn or make Fox News send a million dollars to Planned Parenthood, you could have the best of both worlds.

At least, for a time. All good things had to end, right? That's what you told yourself as the redhead picked her way through the crowd towards you. 

Seeing an avenger in your neighborhood was an odd occurrence. It was a poorer part of town, untouched in the battle of New York, and too out of the way for any super villain origin stories. In fact, you seemed to be the only mutant in the entire block. You'd always thought, if someone was going to come for you, it would be a couple of FBI agents and not the fucking Black Widow. Your brain and heart went into overdrive as you tried to remember doing anything worth the avenger's time. But there was nothing. The DOD hack had been almost a year ago and all you did was release government files showing attacks on civilians overseas. It hardly seemed like an avengers worthy crime, especially when Black Widow herself had leaked government secrets before.

Any hope of her not not looking for you was dashed when her eyes locked onto yours. She tilted her head, asking a silent question. 

The burst of adrenaline sent you careening through the lunchtime crowds. You couldn't feel anyone on the rooftops but there was a large form blocking your path, trying to box you in. They were stronger and faster but you knew the environment. You ducked into Charlie's, your sneakers skidding on the asphalt as you took the sharp turn. The person behind the counter lazily looked up as you walked to the back. They knew you well enough to not care, they also weren't paid enough to care. The alley would open up into a busy side street. More people meant a better chance to blend in and get away. You were almost to the end when the door opened behind you. Black Widow and fucking Captain America stepped into the alley. For a moment the three of you stood in something akin to a standoff. 

You felt wildly undressed for this life-threatening situation.

"We just want to talk, (Y/N)" Captain America told you, hands raised. The unmistakable stink of an alpha radiated from the captain. You were momentarily thankful for your mark dulling its effect on you. Though, the blonde's scent was tinged with something hauntingly familiar. Something you didn't want to recognize.

Behind him, Black widow's free hand went to her ear. "Target is in the alley between 31st and 32nd," A twitch of your finger and the line went dead. Her hand dropped to the gun at her hip.

"I'm feeling pretty under equipped for this 'conversation'," You replied, slowly raising your hands as well, wondering if they could feel what you were doing. They didn't react and you slowly let your power seep from you.

Natasha was the first to react, drawing her gun and spinning around. Steve looked at her with confusion as her wide eyes scanned the alley as if she was seeing ghosts. She was afraid he realized, a cold feeling settling in his stomach. He moved towards her and you took off running. You felt him hesitate then take off after you, gaining on you with an embarrassingly low number of strides. You tried your powers again, stronger this time, but his focus was unwavering. He was almost to you now and you were running out of options. That’s when the alpha in him came out.

“Omega!” He snarled, “Stop!” Your feet slowed down immediately. It wasn’t as strong as your own alpha’s command would be, but the super soldier certainly commanded respect and obedience. You were forced to stand still, eyes burning holes in the asphalt, as the alpha’s footsteps grew closer. You really didn't want to do this but it looked like you had no choice. Your jaw clenched, and you spun around when his hand grabbed your arm. The blonde's eyes widened as you placed a palm to his chest. 

He barely had time to glance down at your hand before the electricity hit him.

The 1,000 volts you sent into him were supposed to stun him or send him flying, allowing you to escape. However, his muscles spasmed just a bit stronger than you intended. In an instant his grip crushed the bones in your arm and sent the two of you careening backwards into a brick wall. Natasha would find you a moment later, passed out on top of the super soldier, a sizable hole in the wall.

You woke up in an unfamiliar bed, a few blurry white shapes milled about in the corners of your vision. You couldn't remember how you got here, or where here was. All your senses seemed to be dulled. Your wrist was throbbing and each time you opened your eyes the room came in and out of focus. You closed your eyes, opting to ignore the funhouse effect and focus on the sounds around you. The beeping of the monitors, footsteps on concrete, and two low voices.

"She's alright, Buck, I promise." Steve's voice wavered in and out of your consciousness bringing with it the memory of how you got into this bed. "She did something to Nat and ran before I could explain. I wasn't expecting her powers to be so strong."

"I should have come with you," Another voice snarled. Your heart skipped a beat at the low growl. You knew that voice. It evoked a sickening combination of need and terror and you couldn't remember why. "She wouldn't have gotten hurt if I had. What idiot doesn't know omegas are fragile?!"

"It was an accident!" His voice raised slightly before sighing. "I know you're worried, but she's fine."

The scent you had smelled on Steve earlier swirled around the room. Metal and burning pine, it affected you just like the voice had, triggering both panic and yearning. You knew it somehow. The memory was there somewhere, tucked away where it couldn’t hurt you. Where it should have been forgotten.

The scent grew unbearably strong as he leaned over you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. When he pulled back he wasn't expecting his eyes to catch yours. 

His expression softened as soon as he realized you were awake. "Omega," Bucky whispered reverently. Stormy blue eyes stared down at you with love and adoration, watching the color drain from your face. "Doll?" 

Somewhere in the back of your mind you could hear the panicked beeping of the machines and Steve trying to calm you down. But it didn't matter. All that you could feel was the need to get far, far, away from this man. You didn't know how you knew him but you knew he was dangerous. You knew he had hurt you. That's why, as he reached out to gently cup your face, you slapped his hand away. 

"Get away from me!" You gasped, voice breaking. You scooted back and tried to back up as far as possible. Your shaky legs barely held your weight as you slid off the bed. Pure terror coursed through your veins, it was the only thing keeping you on your feet. You found yourself pressed into the corner of the room while the men stared at you in shock. Steve and Bucky gaped like you had just told them the Germans had actually won WWII. Eyebrows knit together, blue eyes wide and frantic, Bucky looked like he was in emotional turmoil.

“(Y/N), doll, it’s okay. It’s me. It’s your alpha.” Bucky reached out to you carefully as a low purr rumbled from his chest.

You felt the purr relax you and dull your senses even more. It was nauseating. “I don’t have an alpha! And I don’t know who the hell you are!” You tried to shout and grit your teeth but the words came out in broken sobs, betraying your weakness. Who was this? Why was he the most terrifying thing you had ever seen?

Your teeth were bared at this point but the man kept coming towards you. The tunnel vision and rapid shallow breaths were the only warnings your body gave you as it reverted to its animalistic omega framework. Bucky watched as, in slow motion, your eyes went blank as your body gave out. 

+++

Your alpha held your body to his chest in disbelief. He had expected some shock at seeing him but this went far beyond his expectations. It had been over three years since he'd last seen you. Since he'd last been able to drink in your scent. He'd figured you might not recognize him at first. He had changed a lot over the years. No longer under Hydra's control his physical appearance, demeanor, and scent had changed. But your body should've known your alpha. 

"What was that?" Steve asked. "Why did she react like that when she has your mark?" The two alphas were on edge. Seeing a vulnerable omega drop triggered their protective instincts. Steve desperately wanted to take you and hold you close, ease you out of the drop. If the alpha holding you was anyone other than his closest friend and packmate he would have ripped you out of his grasp immediately. For now he'd have to hold himself back.

"She didn't remember me." Bucky nuzzled his head into your neck, nursing your mark softly. After a moment he pulled back and gazed at your unchanged features. He couldn't wake you from this drop that easily. He pressed in harder this time, teeth lining up with the scar perfectly, but there was still no change. No purr, command, or bite was waking you up.

"We should let her rest, Buck. The pain meds will wear off soon and we'll try again. . . Bring her to the den. She'll need to get used to everyone's scents sooner or later." Steve laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. It was a gentle but firm suggestion. He knew tensions were high, the den, with it's heavy curtains and plush blankets, would calm down his friend and the omega. With little argument the brunette lifted you up and carried you to the den. It was aptly named and extremely well constructed thanks to Stark. Curtains blocked off all light from the windows, mattresses were inlaid into the ground, and the temperature was always cool. It was one good thing about being in a pack with that narcissist, Bucky thought dryly.

Steve led them into a cozy corner of the room. The captain hummed happily as they moved the pillows and blankets, creating a makeshift nest for the three of them. The feeling of the omega pressing into his chest was addictive. He couldn't wait for you to remember your alpha.

The sooner you remembered your bond with Bucky the sooner the rest of the pack, Steve included, could court you.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 309: Gotta Go My Own Way

Previously on BnHA: Muscular was all “well if it isn’t the protagonist on his solo journey of self-discovery, for some reason I’m unironically glad I get to fight you!” Deku was all “hey Muscular before I finish kicking your ass would you please take a moment to answer these two survey questions? Question one, do you regret being a total piece of shit? And question two, if you could do anything at all in the world other than being a total piece of shit, would you?” Muscular was all, “pfft, no and no.” Deku was all, “thanks buddy, your feedback helps make me a better hero, here’s a coupon for fifteen percent off your next ass-whooping.” Then he whooped his ass.

Today on BnHA: Deku is all “what up All Might can you believe you’ve been here this entire time?” All Might is all “I sure can since that’s literally my catch phrase, anyway how are your magic movie 1 gauntlets holding up?” Deku is all “they’re holding up fine, how are Hawks, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist doing?” Hawks, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist are all “we, your fellow co-conspirators, are also doing fine, thanks for asking!” Flashback!Deku is all “anyway so I secretly have All Might’s quirk and the most dangerous people in the world are after me, so sorry mom but that’s why I’m dropping out of school.” Inko is all “I CAN’T ACCEPT THAT” while totally accepting it. All Might is all “I GUESS WE’LL JUST HAVE TO GO ALONG WITH IT SINCE I DON’T FEEL LIKE TRYING TO STOP HIM.” Hawks, Jeanist, and Endeavor, as previously mentioned, are all “yeah that sounds like a good plan”, and Gran is all “see ya kid, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” So basically everyone in the entire world has suddenly teamed up with Deku to defeat AFO, except for the one person whose entire foreshadowed endgame is “teaming up with Deku to defeat AFO.” O Kacchan where art thou.

dear tumblr image limit: okay look. you don’t like me, and I don’t like you. but just as an experiment, I’m gonna try writing this recap with as few images as possible and we’ll see how it goes

(ETA: spoilers for how it went: it didn’t, lol.)

oh my god WHY ARE WE OPENING WITH MORE KETSUBUTSU ACADEMY KIDS.ffs we’d better at least finally get some Ms. Joke content out of this

(ETA: seriously who do I have to bribe.)

so these two KB kids who no one cares about are watching Deku leap away from the scene after dispatching Muscular. but more importantly wtf is this chapter title omg. “I can’t stay being a child” so that’s how it is huh. we’re gonna have feels and we’re going to like them. well then

oh my god he’s hauling Muscular away dhfksklfkh okay this is gonna have to be our first image because I can’t fucking help myself. look at this

just. Deku is so tiny and he’s carting away this massive unconscious lump of a man like it’s nothing why is this so funny to me. it’s like when people buy furniture, and they don’t want to pay extra for delivery and so they’re like, “I can definitely fit this king-sized mattress in the back of my compact sedan if I fold the fucking seat down, idk.” and they refuse to be talked out of it, and the next thing you know you’re watching them drive home with their open trunk door haphazardly tied down with bungee cords, and somehow it fucking works. because it turns out the compact sedan has super strength

anyway for SOME REASON now Horikoshi is all “have fun with that Deku, meanwhile we now return you to your regularly scheduled SHINDOU CONTENT” whyyyyyy

look at this. we’re really using up a whole fucking entire page on everyone arguing over who gets the honor of carrying Shindou

love how the civilians are all, “shit lol is this actually our fault?? quick, how do we play this off all casual like we were the reasonable parties here all along”

turns out all it took to finally get them to listen was making them watch while a kid got his insides ground into a pulp because of their stupidity!! what a heartwarming conclusion to this little standoff

anyways THANK GOD we’re cutting back to Deku now!! well actually we’re cutting back to Muscular who is being dropped off at the police precinct, good bye and good riddance lol

so Deku’s leaving him there and bounding away and okjdlSKFJLKJDSL OH MY GOD

no fucking way. no fucking way this little jaunt is All Might-sanctioned and approved. are you serious?? then who else is in on this?? what the hell is going on

so All Might is just WAITING FOR HIM IN AN ALLEY FFF WHO ARE YOU, JIM GORDON. or would Alfred be a better analogy here?? but like, Alfred if he ditched the suit for a moto jacket and shades

this new ensemble of All Might’s may or may not severely impact my ability to take this forthcoming conversation seriously; please stand by

also, quite the spectacular landing there, Deku. seriously lol what was that

“HOW ARE YOUR LIMBS” “THANKS TO YOU THEY’RE COMPLETELY FINE” I’M SORRY WHAT

LOL WHAT. “THANKS TO THE POWER OF THESE MAGIC GLOVES” OH I SEE THAT EXPLAINS IT

are these the same gauntlets from the first movie, then? well that’s all well and good, except that now there’s going to be more Deku Discourse than fucking ever lol. so if it’s all the same to you guys, I’m gonna once again go ahead and declare this week’s post a discourse-free zone, at least when it comes to the specific discourse of Deku’s merits as a MC, and the impact that him kicking ass and having working arms has on said merits. this has been something of a low mental energy week for me, so I’d rather reserve the energy I do have for more fun topics, such as All Might’s bitchin’ leather jacket

anyway so All Might’s saying that the gauntlets will help reinforce Deku’s arms, but they can’t withstand OFA at 100%. so basically it’s a support item designed to maintain the status quo lol. we’re basically in the same situation we were before, arm-capability-wise

homg All Might’s getting a call. time to see who else is in on Operation: Deku Alone?? or not so alone for that matter

omg

HI HAWKS, WHERE ARE YOUR WINGS

(ETA: seriously are they really gone for good?? why would he even be back on active duty then?? does he have his own American ex-boyfriend who can hook him up with exclusive support items?? dammit Horikoshi we want answers.)

looks like Jeanist and Endeavor are teaming up as well, just like they said they would. I would gladly follow this trio around all day long tbh

is this the same giant villain from the very first chapter??

looks like it to me, and it would tie in with that callback from the end of chapter 306. we all thought that was Muscular, but maybe it was this guy, and Deku left these three to deal with him while he ran off to take Muscular down

oh my god now Deku is running off again just like that

kids these days

ffffff I have not had nearly enough sleep to follow along with whatever tf Hawks is talking about here sob

like, is he trying to say that All Might is keeping Deku’s whereabouts unknown to anyone except for him?? in order to keep him safe?? but Hawks is pointing out that that’s a bad strategy and probably won’t do shit against AFO and it’s better if he lets Deku work with the rest of them?

(ETA: so @hanashimas​’ translation makes a lot more sense -- it’s not All Might who’s being overprotective, but Deku. in other words he’s trying not to drag All Might into his battles. and in addition Hawks is saying that their strategy is to take the offensive and go after AFO themselves rather than wait for him to come to them. which I’m not too sure about myself, but that’s another topic for another day.)

btw I can’t help thinking how much better this entire conversation would be if All Might was still wearing his sunglasses. put them back on my dude. it’s not too late. embrace your inner badass

DKLJSLDKFJL FLASHBACK ALERT, FUCKING FINALLY

“turns out, we were just trying to scare you straight. fuck lot of good that did though lol”

also what is this. one true love: the hospital bed. is that a scanlator joke or is Horikoshi actually that funny omg

SKLJDFLJLK

ITSA ME!! omg I love this hospital so much. though it’s sure not helping me in my quest to try and keep this post below ten images. I’m already up to eleven haha r.i.p. to me if tumblr doesn’t get its shit together

whaaaaaat, so he’s saying that Deku’s injuries were external (i.e. Tomura beating the shit out of him) rather than internal this time?? whaaaaat. excuse me but that’s some bullshit lmao. believe me, I was there

okay now he’s going on to explain that Deku’s “internal structure” seems to have been protected from the inside and out, and the corresponding panel seems to be implying that using Blackwhip as a brace paid off. huh

and also that his body is just stronger now?? so I guess he’s better able to withstand the quirk after an additional year of training?? I’M NOT SURE IF I BUY ANY OF THIS LOL but I’m willing to suspend my disbelief

OH MY GOD RED ALERT, INKO IS ASKING ALL MIGHT TO EXPLAIN WTAF DEKU’S QUIRK IS, IS IT FINALLY THAT TIME OMGGGG

SO HE’S EXPLAINING IT TO HER OFF-SCREEN, AND INKO IS JUST LIKE

I GUESS THAT’S FAIR LOL. IT’S TRUE INKO I’M SO SORRY, YOUR SON IS A PROGATONIST R.I.P.

AHHKKJH DEKU ANGST IS IT FINALLY THAT TIME OMGGGGGG

what is this soft pop beat that’s suddenly being pumped in over the speakers. I’VE GOT TO MOVE ON~ AND BE WHO~ I~ AM~~~, I JUST DON’T BELONG HERE, I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAAAAAAAND. also, follow-up question, when is Kacchan finally going to come back so he can jump in with the “WHAT ABOUT US~~~” bridge, huh. come the fuck on, Horikoshi

lmao All Might jesus christ

but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision...

anyway, yes!! finally that sweet, sweet “I don’t want to put anyone else in danger” angst!!

mmm that’s good angst Brent. Kacchan with center panel honors as usual, you love to see it. anyways though who do I have to yell at to get Deku a goddamn HUG around here seriously

so Inko is of course reacting with panic, and sensibly saying that she doesn’t approve of Deku’s “RUN AWAY AND FIGHT THE BAD GUYS ALL ON MY OWN, DON’T WORRY MOM I’LL JUST GET STRONGER, EASY AS PIE, IT’S A FOOLPROOF STRATEGY” plan

son of a bitch this manipulative green asshole is really gonna sit here and smile fondly at his mom and try to convince her that he’s Not A Little Kid Anymore. the hell you’re not mister

y'all are really just gonna sit there and let him talk you into this?? surely it can’t be that easy??

OH MY GOD

THE FEELS oh my god oh my god. BUT ALSO YOU’RE SERIOUSLY JUST GOING TO COLLAPSE INTO HIS ARMS SOBBING AND LET HIM DO WHATEVER THE FUCK HE WANTS LKJLJLFK. WHERE ARE ALL THE STRICT PARENTS AT?? AIZAWA, GANG ORCA, MITSUKI, SOMEONE PLEASE COME AND TELL DEKU TO SIT HIS ASS THE FUCK DOWN. NOW LISTEN HERE YOUNG MAN!!

“EVEN IF I TRY TO STOP YOU YOU’LL STILL LEAVE” WELL SURE, IF BY “TRY TO STOP HIM” YOU MEAN POLITELY TRY TO TALK HIM OUT OF IT FOR THREE SECONDS. HE’S SIXTEEN WTF WHEN DID HE BECOME THE BOSS OF YOU ALL. SOMEONE NEEDS TO COME AND TELL HIM HE’S GROUNDED

anyway sob so that’s the story of how Deku talked his parents into letting him drop out of school, and even convinced All Might to be his own personal Guy In The Chair. holy shit. this kid really went and rolled a nat 20 and the rest of them had no choice but to fold without argument

meanwhile here’s a panel of Best Jeanist trying to braid his phone into his hair just cuz

I’m dying to know which part of his language he considers to be crude here. you literally didn’t even use a contraction my guy

so now flashback!Deku is talking to Gran in the dark, and Gran is all “can you believe I’m not fucking dead yet lol that’s too funny. anyway, you sure I can’t interest you in killing Tomura after all?? no?? okay then here’s my cape.” truly a heartwarming scene

I’m kind of torn here tbh. on the one hand, my adhd ass wasn’t all that interested in sitting down and having an extended scene between these two when there’s so much else that I want to get to. but on the other hand, even I can admit that cramming this entire reunion into a single page seems just a BIT rushed. idk. like maybe someone can let Horikoshi know it’s a marathon and not a race. Deku didn’t even get any dialogue here, some of us want to know his thoughts!! but anyway

AND JUST LIKE THAT?!

how did all four of them let him con them into this. I literally just watched it happen and I still can’t figure out how. “I GUESS THIS SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD HIGH SCHOOL DROPOUT IS OUR LEADER NOW” ffflfjf. when Aizawa finds out he’s gonna go apeshit. AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON BAKUGOU KATSUKI, WHO I HAVE BEEN ASSURED DOES IN FACT STILL EXIST. WHAT ABOUT USSSSS, WHAT ABOUT EVERYTHING WE’VE BEEN THROUGH. WHAT ABOUT TRUST???! YOU KNOW I NEVER WANTED TO HURT YOUUUUU

btw lol don’t get me wrong, I am enjoying this, and I’m honestly glad Deku’s not alone because that would suck for him! but that said, Hawks and Jeanist have lost any credibility they might have once had as far as being The Responsible Ones, and as for All Might and Endeavor, fucking hell lol. everyone just deposited all of their fucks in a bank somewhere for safekeeping and decided to never look back. godspeed you mad lads

[antisocialxconstruct]

slaps my hands against my keyboard for a couple hours trying to extract a conversation that’s been floating half-formed in my head for like a month

1.3k, super duper early Sidestep days, no warnings just canon-typical Chargestep banter lmao

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The commotion behind him fades into a dull murmur as he turns a corner, finally exhaling a long, slow breath. The media presence for something like this is bound to be minimal–a new villain, not even secure enough in their own gimmick to pull it off, might make page three just on the merit of a Ranger being first on the scene–but the police who arrived to mop everything up are the far greater concern. Maksim’s already been on the receiving end of their inclination not to draw hard lines between a criminal and an unmarked vigilante.

Best to just remove himself before anyone gets confused.

He leaves his hood up as he walks but tugs the makeshift mask down to breathe in the unfiltered air. Dry, hot even in the long early evening shadows, but the acrid taste of dust and car exhaust is slightly less pungent this far from the main streets. City air. He would add nothing to it by lighting a cigarette, but he’s just digging into his coat for the pack when he hears a voice raised behind him.

“Hey! Stop!”

He immediately breaks into a faster clip without looking back, scanning the path ahead for a route he can duck down. The streets are all but abandoned but maybe the call wasn’t even aimed at him, if someone’s attention had become focused on him he would have-

Hurried footfalls coming up fast behind him scatter that bit of hope and in a burst of panic he pulls the mask back up over his nose and takes off down the quietest street he can spot. This is a commercial area, there are no dark, grimy alleys to disappear into, just quaint little walking paths and sandwich boards and glass-topped tables. Before a hiding spot can present itself a hand closes around Maksim’s wrist and flight shifts instantly and effortlessly into fight as he turns, breaks the assailant’s grip with a twist of his arm that flows into a fighting stance.

And he’s face to face with Charge, standing there a little wide-eyed with his hands placatingly raised. There’s a jacket over his skinsuit now, breaking up and softening the toned muscle of his silhouette a little, making him look just a little less combat ready. But it’s still emblazoned with the Rangers’ trademark palette and logo to eliminate any possible ambiguity about its wearer.

It takes a beat for Maksim’s rational brain to catch up from where he left it a block or so down the street. When it does he lowers his guard, but he still doesn’t fully relax. He can’t, not really. It makes sense now, the fact that he didn’t realize someone was following him. It could only be Charge, in that case. It doesn’t put him any more at ease to be reminded there’s someone he can’t read and can’t seem to avoid.

Charge is the one to finally break the standoff, stepping back and letting his own posture relax as he remarks, “is this how all our non-battlefied meetings are going to go?”

Maksim wills himself to mirror the other man’s stance as best he can, but he can’t keep the edge out of his voice when he answers. “If you’re sneaking up on me every time it is.”

“Sorry.” The apology seems genuine enough, as does the meek smile Charge offers along with it. “For the record I appreciate you not trying to break my arm this time.”

“There’s still time,” Maksim mutters. He might not have meant it as a genuine threat, but he still resents the light chuckle it earns from Charge, and he resents all the more that it tugs a smile out of him in return. Behind the mask, at least. He reaches up to touch the edge of it where it rests on the bridge of his nose, just for a second, just to reassure himself. Plausible deniability. “Do you have a reason for tailing me through darkened streets? The fight is over.” His gaze wanders briefly to the left and right. He wants to keep walking, work out the sudden tension now coiled up through his limbs. But he doesn’t want to turn his back on Charge.

“Did you want to keep moving?” Charge asks, and Maksim’s attention snaps back to him in an instant. Unpleasantly perceptive. That’s not fair.

“No,” he lies.

“Well I did actually want to talk to you,” Charge continues, making no attempt to press the issue. “I’d been hoping I’d catch you at another scene.” As he speaks he’s rifling through the pockets of his coat, until he pulls out a bulging white envelope.

“It’s a shame LD’s finest can’t handle something like this on their own,” Maksim remarks, the needling almost a secondary impulse at this point. His attention is locked onto the envelope now, trying to assess it, guess its contents from the shape alone.

“Lots of things are just more fun with a partner.” The tone of Charge’s voice makes it feel like the comment came with a wink. Maksim wasn’t looking, and now he doesn’t know for sure. “And if you and I are going to be working as partners then I want to help you out.”

He thrusts the envelope out and Maksim recoils from it on instinct, his eyes darting from it up to Charge’s face and back. He didn’t even have time to protest the assignment of ‘partner.’ “What is that?” he asks.

“It’s… money,” Charge replies hesitantly, with an expression Maksim is struggling to place. A smile, but one he seems reluctant to wear too openly. Maybe he thinks Maksim’s paranoia is funny. Maybe he feels bad about that. When Maksim still doesn’t make a move to accept the offer he presses on doggedly, “I’ve seen you fight, you clearly have a knack for this. I’ve also seen you take some hits that make my bones ache just thinking about them. I figured if you could get your hands on some real gear it might keep you in the game longer.” Another beat. “I… also threw in contact info for a tailor who can source some of the same stuff we wear and won’t ask too many questions. Called in a favor.”

Maksim is still staring hard at the envelope. It feels… dangerous. It feels like a trap. Sure maybe four layers of mismatched sportswear and a pocket knife isn’t the most refined kit for a vigilante, but he’s gotten by. He’s still in one piece. “I don’t need your charity,” he says. I don’t need to be indebted to you.

“It’s not- it’s a gift.” That doesn’t seem to strike the note Charge was hoping for, so he tries again. “It’s a… an investment? For both our sakes. We can always use more good people on the streets.”

Maksim doesn’t believe that for a second. There’s nothing impersonal about this, this isn’t a calculated move for his own benefit or the kind of gesture he’d make to just anyone. A discreet tailor, because Maksim has been so secretive about his identity. Cash, probably small bills, in case Maksim doesn’t have a bank account. And he keeps changing his story, trying to figure out what will make Maksim say yes. He sighs, dares to glance over his shoulder for just a second before facing Charge again. “If I take the money will you let me go home?”

“Sure, that seems like a fair trade.” Still joking, even when he’s got Maksim backed into a metaphorical corner.

With a muttered curse Maksim snatches the envelope out of Charge’s hand and turns on his heel as fast as he can manage. Still not fast enough to avoid feeling like a bear trap has just snapped closed around him.