#a weapon is controllable. a weapon is used without any sort of attachment. a weapon gets orders and completes them

[talks-to-guns]

People say that Silco groomed Jinx into being a weapon as if she isn't uncontrollable. That is not a weapon lmao.

[rex101111]

Elden Ring, Armored Core 6, and the terror of Agency.

(spoilers for AC6)

Armored Core 6 being the first game FromSoft released after Elden Ring is actually really freaking interesting, specifically because both games tackle the topic of "Agency" from two completely different perspectives.

In Elden Ring, Agency is (mostly) mechanical, the player can, from the word go, provided they don't die, choose any direction at all and do whatever they want for as long as they want. The game has the largest amount of ending of any Souls game if we take into account all the Lord ending variants, because the player can effect the world so deeply in so many ways. You can reach the end in any number of ways and the ending you get tends to be entirely up to you, and every ending is unique to itself.

In AC6, the agency is more felt in the story. That is to say, you don't have any agency at all. 621, Raven, your player character, doesn't have any sort of autonomy whatsoever. They don't get to choose which side they want to exclusively support on Rubicon, they can't choose to express any opinion about what's going on or what people say about them, they don't even have any bodily autonomy. You're a husk of a human being that can barely manage to breath in and out without external help, your mech is a glorified wheelchair iron lung combo with guns attached, and the most agency you have is with your AC. What weapons to bring, what build to make...but even that is fleeting.

Some people have complained that some bosses are damn near impossible without a certain and specific build. While I disagree, certain builds make those bosses significantly easier, but mechanical skill tends to make up for most shortcomings if you wanna stick to something specific...but there's some truth to it.

Sometimes the game will just hold your head down in the mud and say "do this or die". And unless you want to put in a lot of practice...that's what you'll do. You'll give up what little agency you have because it suddenly became the less important factor. Now you're focused on killing the bastard holding you back and moving on. The mission is what's important.

There are several times in your first playthrough where you get to "choose" which mission you wanna do, the other option vanishing until you do a new game+. One mission really deep into the playthrough, a few missions before the end, gives you the option of choosing which of the game long factions you wanna support. In any other game, this would be story shifting. It would be world altering. Deciding which faction gets the upper hand in a war...and it's an illusion.

In the briefing for eliminating the Redguns, Snail tells you plainly that if you won't do it, they'll just send Rusty in to take care of things. And if you do choose to fight the Vespers, that's exactly what happens. No matter what you did, the Redguns were doomed. The only agency you had was whether the bullet that killed them came out of your gun or someone elses.

Then, at the end of chapter 4, you get captured, and what little agency you had is utterly stripped away from you. You are in a hopeless situation, without access to the mech you put so much time and money into, or the guiding voice of your handler. You get given a hunk of junk barely held together with duct-tape and hope, and told you either use this thing to run...or die.

And then, a few missions later, the game does the cruelest thing it could have possibly done, it gives you a choice. An actual choice, a choice that will matter, a choice that you know will determine how this will all end.

Finally, finally a choice, finally some agency, all the agency in the world.

And when I got to this point? I fucking froze, I just stood there, controller in my clammy hands, and just could not for the life of me decide who to side with, who to betray, who's dreams to make true and who's to shatter. I did make my choice, eventually, because I couldn't just stop here...but I made peace with it. People died, and I expected them to, because the consequences of choice were clear to me right away.

And then...NG+. I do the opposite, I try the alternate missions. I do the other ending...and then the game plays it's most cruel trick. That big choice up there? It didn't matter either.

No matter what ending you picked first, the same people die (minus Ayre because she's special and good and we're all glad she's here), Carla, Chatty, Walter, Rusty. They all die in every ending, some by your hand, some by an enemy's, but still, still they die.

Every time you think you have agency, the game snatches it away. And the final ending just hammers it home as hard as it can. In this route, you become the slave of ALLMIND, you follow its every whim as loyally as you would have with Walter, except maybe you're doing because you saw both previous endings and you hope this time it'll be different. Maybe this time Carla and Chatty and Rusty and Walter won't die, maybe this time the ending won't leave a rotten taste in your mouth.

And then it happens again, they die anyway, again because of and in spite of your choices. And at the end...ALLMIND shows up, and demands you surrender the tiniest bit of agency you have left, your own self.

And, finally, you fight back. Finally, when there is no voice in your ear to tell you otherwise, not Walter or Ayre or Carla or ALLMIND, you make the one decision you still have the power to make.

You fight for your fucking life.

Finally, finally, some agency the game can't and won't take away. Even if all else fails, even if ideals burn and dreams die, you will always have the choice to claw your way out and FIGHT.

After a whole game three times over of not having a real choice in what happens, the taste of Agency is all the sweeter.

[meeeeeeese]

GW2 Profession Ask Questions or something IDK

General

1: Why did they choose their profession?

2: Did they have a teacher? If so, who were they and were they good instructor?

3: Have they dabbled in any other professions than the one they ended up with?

4: On the scale of absolute novice to complete expert, how good are they at their chosen profession?

5: Is there anything atypical about their usage of their profession? If so, what?

6: How are they regarded by others of their profession?

Guardian 🛡️

7: What are the convictions that keep their guardian magic burning?

8: Do they focus more on healing and protecting their allies or on incinerating their enemies before they can do harm?

9: How much do they rely on their magic in combat? Could they still be effective if they were stripped of their guardian powers?

10: What’s their fighting style like? (ranged, defensive, aggressive, etc)

Warrior 🪓

7: Do they incorporate any magic into their fighting or stick to pure physical might?

8: How big is their weapon collection and which weapons do they tend to carry with them?

9: What strategies do they have to deal with casters and other such enemies that of sit out of reach of warriors?

10: In terms of raw physical might, how strong are they?

Revenant 🌫️

7: How well do they handle their legends? Have they ever lost control?

8: Can they channel any legends not shown in-game?

9: What’s their feelings on the mists? Does it feel like home to them, or is it more a fearful feeling?

10: What’s their relationship with the legends they channel, be-it cooperative or adversarial?

Engineer 💣

7: What was their first invention? Do they still use it today?

8: How would they handle being forced to operate without their array of gadgets?

9: What’s their engineering style? (for example; steampunk, magi-tech, futuristic, jade tech)

10: What’s the biggest engineering accident they’ve had?

Ranger 🏹

7: What’s their favorite pet and why?

8: What kind of terrain do they feel most at home in?

9: What type of animal do they least want to see while out in the wilderness?

10: What kind of routines do they have to take care of their pets?

Thief 🗡️

7: Do they use their skills for ‘selfish’ ends such as pick-pocketing or assassination?

8: What’s the most concerning thing they’ve ever taken out of someone’s pockets?

9: Do they use much shadow magic, or do they stick to acrobatics and trickery to outwit their opponents?

10: What’s the most impressive assassination (if they’ve ever performed one) that they’ve ever pulled off?

Elementalist 🔥

7: What’s their favorite element and why?

8: Do they prefer to camp one element, only shifting when needed, or do they shift fluidly between the elements?

9: What’s the greatest feat of spell-casting that they’ve ever achieved?

10: Does their magic tend to leave a lot of collateral damage or are they fairly precise in their casting?

Mesmer 🦋

7: On a scale of ‘none’ to ‘I’m never even in the same room I appear to be in’, how many layers of illusions do they prefer to stay hidden behind?

8: What sort of tricks do they have up their sleeve if they’re caught out without any illusions?

9: Do they ever use their magic to touch up their physical appearance, making themselves taller and such?

10: Do they like pink as a color? And if not do they ever change the color of their magic?

Necromancer 💀

7: What’s the most unethical spell they’ve ever cast, and what prompted them to use it?

8: How do they feel about the unsavory reputation attached to many necromancers?

9: Do they use minions much? If so, do they rather mass-summon disposable soldiers or handcraft sturdier creations?

10: Has their necromancy impacted their feelings on death and loss at all?

[take-taker-taken]

WARNING - the chapters that comprise this section of The List will contain CNC (consensual non-consent). It will mention rape. There will be humiliation. It will involve weapons. This particular part is mainly corporal punishment. The sub will not always be treated / spoken to kindly. If you’re happy to read such things then feel free to continue.

The List - CNC - Part Four

As you huddle on the floor, gradually getting your breathing back under control, you become aware of the curious feeling of being surrounded. You lift your head and peek around and sure enough, two pairs of boots are inches away.

“I knew you’d choose those,” Mark’s voice floats above you.

“So I’m a tit man - sue me,” comes Shawn’s reply. “Already know what you’re gonna do next.”

Mark huffs out a laugh. “Yeah,” He says. “She doesn’t though.”

Shawn nudges you with his boot and when it makes you huddle in even more he curses and does it again, but harder. “Get on your back, slut - should be familiar.”

You slowly roll over on to your back with your knees raised up and cross your arms over your chest. In response he kicks lightly at your knee so that you drop your legs flat and then he follows you down and sits astride you. He takes hold of your arms and works to pull them away from your body; you do your best to resist but he’s far too strong and he easily forces your hands up and over your head before his gaze roves hungrily over your breasts. As soon as he lets go you begin to move them again and so he grabs them and shoves them back down, holding them there as he looks down at you with a stony expression.

“Leave ‘em there, or I’ll get him to stand on ‘em.” He warns with a nod over to where Mark is standing. “Probably break your fucking wrists.”

You swallow a whimper and just lay there as he slowly lifts his hands away, watching to make sure you’re going to obey. He reaches behind his head and removes a silver chain that’s draped around his neck. At first you think he’s taking his necklace off and then as he lifts it free of his hair you grit your teeth - it’s a set of clover clamps. Fuck… this is going to hurt.

Keeping the clamps in one hand he uses the other to toy with your left nipple. Not viciously like he did before - it’s a gentle, teasing touch and of course the bud turns hard under his ministrations. You’re expecting him to put the clamp on right away but instead he takes his time to play with the other one, until both have been coaxed into firm peaks. He leans down and traces the tip of his tongue around each of them in turn and you whimper as the skin tightens further.

He shifts his head so that his mouth is next to your ear and whispers, “I think you enjoyed that… didn’t you, fuck toy?” He raises up again and you close your eyes briefly as your stomach flips over at the name but say nothing; when you open them he’s dangling the chain over your face as he smirks down at you. “Know what these are?”

Deciding to play dumb, you shake your head and he traces his fingers over your breasts again.

“Remember me saying I wanted to hear you say ‘please’ some more?” He doesn’t wait for an answer as he rattles the clamps in your face. “These are gonna make that happen.”

Without any further preamble, he deftly attaches the clamps to your nipples and as the pain lances through your flesh you scream. It’s the sort of reaction that you’d normally work to keep a lid on but no such pretence is needed here. Before you can move he lunges forward and holds your wrists to the floor as you struggle beneath him.

“Fuck! Take them off, please! Take them off!”

He looks down at you and smiles, running his tongue across his teeth before shaking his head. “Nuh uh - they look real pretty.” He moves a hand in order to pinch the chain between thumb and forefinger, holding it loosely though it sways some. “And the best part? If I give this here a little pull… they’ll get tighter - wanna try?”

You shake your head and your voice cracks a bit as you speak. “No… please don’t… please!” You’re breathing hard as you try to cope with the pain, your hands clenching repeatedly into fists though you leave your hands over your head for fear of reprisals if you move. You close your eyes and let yourself feel the fear, the helplessness, the pain and yes… the arousal.

“You said she kicked you earlier?” Your eyes open when Mark speaks, though you’re still mostly distracted by the sharp pain in your nipples and the fact that Shawn still has hold of the chain and thus controls whether it goes up a couple of notches.

You gain a couple of degrees of relief when he lets the chain go and kneels back up in order to look at Mark. “Yeah, when I was putting her in the truck.” He says and then gets to his feet but continues to stand astride you. “She was mouthing off with some BS about people coming over and then she slammed her foot right into my kidney, little bitch.”

“Well, that sure ain’t the kind of behaviour we expect. Get her up here.”

For a frightening moment you think Shawn is going to drag you up via the clamp’s chain but as he bends over he’s reaching towards your arms and unthinkingly, you bring them down from over your head to aid the task. Given that it’s achieving his aim he doesn’t rebuke you for moving and just hauls you to your feet and you stand there with your head down, teeth gritted against the pain in your chest. You gasp as a hand goes into your hair to drag your head back and you find yourself looking up at Mark. You again have a moment of wonder at how he’s emanating this air of being a stranger but then you have to concentrate because he’s speaking.

“So you’ve been cussing, being violent - and you even spat at him,” he’s saying, indicating Shawn with a nod of his head. “Can’t be letting you get away with all that now, can we?”

You don’t say anything because even though it’s clear to everyone that your actions over the course of this scene were entirely to be expected, you know that no good will come of answering back.

“I’m kind of an old fashioned guy,” he goes on as he releases your hair and his hands move to his waist. “So I’m gonna give you some old fashioned discipline.” Your breath catches as he unbuckles his belt and slides it from the loops - it’s an aspect of impact play that’s been as yet untouched on your list, though not for much longer. “Get her bent over,” he says to Shawn and as the blonde walks by you he pats your cheek but you shy away from his touch which makes him huff with laughter.

There’s another table at the far end of the cabin, pushed up against a wall and next to a door that you notice for the first time. You briefly wonder where it leads to but then Shawn’s back and setting the table in question down a couple of feet away.

“C’mon, get over.” He pulls you by the wrist to stand beside it and then pushes on the back of your neck. You go quietly into position, though set your forearms on the wooden surface to prevent your clamped nipples being squashed against it. Without relinquishing his grip on your neck, Shawn runs his other hand firmly down your back and on to your ass cheek which he squeezes hard and then smacks. You whimper but this time it has a different tone because it’s becoming harder to play act against the rising tide of lust.

“A good dozen should do the trick, what d’ya think?”

You swallow, wondering whether the question is directed at you and then feel relieved that you didn’t try to speak as Shawn smacks your ass again and replies, “For starters.”

There’s a brief silence and then you feel Mark’s huge hand between your shoulder blades. You have a mad thought that it’s weirdly comforting to have both of them touching you at the same time but that’s quickly driven from your brain when the belt comes whistling down and lands squarely across your backside. For a second you feel virtually nothing and then as the sting spreads over your skin you gasp and then cry out. There’s a pause that you recognise dimly as an opportunity to call red but you decline. Shawn’s hand is still on the back of your neck holding you down, and then you feel Mark’s lift from you and hear him changing his stance. In that moment you realise that first stroke had just been a taster and ball your hands into fists beneath yourself as the leather snaps down again.

“Ahhhhhhh, FUCK!” Still held in place by Shawn’s powerful grip, you stamp one foot against the floor as though it will shake off the pain.

“Still cussing, girl?” Your outburst seems to have earned you a break just two strokes in as you hear him issue another order. “I don’t want to be getting my ears assaulted all the way through this - can you gag her, please?”

“Sure can,” You hear the reply and then you feel Shawn’s fingers at the waistband of your panties and he has them down and off before you can react. Next thing, his grip is back in your hair as he drags your head up, pushing the material at your mouth. “C’mon bitch - open up, you’re good at that.” You begin to make a muffled protest that never gets the chance to be anything else as he forces your panties into your mouth. You taste yourself on the fabric but then get distracted by his other hand worming its way under your chest. You try to pull away, certain that he’s seeking to mess with the clamps but then you feel a totally foreign object being urged against your fingers. You move your head and realise that it’s a golf ball and then you understand - you can’t speak right now to use your colours. You clutch on to the ball and he gives your hand a quick, gentle squeeze before withdrawing and pushing your head back down. “That’ll shut her up,” he says and you hear Mark make a noise of satisfaction.

He doles out another four hard strokes with the belt and you squeeze the golf ball for dear life and yell into the makeshift gag. Through the pain your brain starts to swim in that beautiful, serene way and in your mind’s eye you see yourself as they probably see you - bent over with your pussy dripping as a leather strap strikes your pale skin in such an intimate way. You can picture the welts, bright pink with the edges oh, so slightly raised up. You scream into the fabric as the leather connects twice more and then your head is raised again by Shawn and he’s looking right at you. You meet his gaze and then after a few more seconds he lets your head fall and the belt snaps across the back of your thighs once, twice and then another mighty crack across your ass.

You scream one final time, your head lifting up as the blow sears into your flesh and then it drops again and you hear and feel the thump as Mark sets the heavy belt down next to your head. There’s a moment of silence and you’re dimly aware of Shawn’s hand gently kneading the back of your neck. The very second you find it comforting, it leaves you and you hear him speak again, his voice back to that dark, sneering tone.

“Get her upright; it’s time to get those clamps off. I wanna hear her begging again.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

Previous | TBC

[strangesthirdeye]

CHAPTER 5: TRUST ME, I'M THE DOCTOR

"don't you suit up?" Tony asked as he glanced at your figure who was sitting on the floor of the room fumbling with a strange object in your hand.

"what?" you looked up to his face.

"You don't suit up? Like use a suit or any weapon to fight? Anything?" Tony replied.

"nahh, I'm not the kind of alien who really like suit up like you all.. I'm just.. An ordinary alien, eh? My only weapon is my sonic screwdriver and my brain.. that's all" you replied then continue fidgeting the strange small objects like chips.

"Really? Then how do you fight and protect yourself if there is a threat? You said before that trouble always follows you but you never mentioned how you prevent it" Tony crossed his arms.

"I have people who help me actually.. I'm not always alone, mind you.. But I have a few best people help me to prevent it. I usually just swish my sonic and then some people help me and boom.. Everything is back to normal and they live happily" you muttered not even glancing at him as your attention was only on that strange and small object of yours.

Tony was silent for a moment. He is trying to rethink what you said in his mind. It's like you depend too much on your stance and people always offered to help you but everything turned well if everything was done by you. Then he decided to change subjects.

"What's that in your hand? Some sort of chip?" Tony pointed his index finger at the object in your hand.

You looked at him. "oh this.. it's just a small electric shock. Enough to wake up the daydreaming mind to return to reality" you explained.

"It would be great if it was given to young adults and teenagers out there" Tony murmured jokingly.

"oh yeah, those teens and young adults these days are very different from the others. I remembered teenagers and young adults during the first and second world wars were very different. They were very independent and had goals.. Maybe it's because the war they went through made them so it's like that compared to the current generation who just live carelessly after their country is safe" you muttered before the sonic chip for the final touch.

You raised the chip in your hand up to admire it with the light of the lamp. You automatically smile wide showing your full teeth. Very satisfied with your work.

"But this chip, Tony.. It has its own advantages. It is a chip to remove the mind control effect. Someone who is affected by Loki's mind control will come back to themselves if this chip is attached to any part of their body.. Just skins. Clothes not included.. I mean the shock can penetrate clothes, but it's better to go directly to the skin" you explained.

"and how do we put it?" Tony Cocked his head slightly.

"ahh it doesn't matter, whether you want to fight first before placing it or just well use your any kind of skills to attach it to the victim.. As long as it is attached to them then it's good" you replied, nodding your head several times.

Tony nodded understanding. "Just one? Those mind control chickens are bunch and you only make one?"

"Who said I only do one?" You then put a medium-sized box next to you and opened it. There are many chips that you make.

Tony mouthed agape. "you did this in one day?"

"I did say I have a time machine, right? Soo I kind of stole some time to make the master chip before making a copy of the master chip to make this chip" You scratched your neck.

"OH! I forgot!" you took out a medium-sized box from the pocket of your trench coat that was bigger on the inside. "there are a few master chips I made for all of you so that when we bump into Loki and if he tries to mind control us at least these chips can prevent him from controlling us.. It's like you and your metal suit, you know .. So take this and put it wherever your body part is comfortable. For me, I put it on my neck" you show the master chip attached to your neck.

Tony stared at you for a moment. Wondering why you seemed determined to help them without knowing who they are. Why are you not the type of alien that causes an invasion? He still can't believe his own eyes that you are an alien.. Like you look like a human but you are an alien. Tony blinked a few times before he kneel in front of you and he took the chip from you and stuck it to his neck.

"Well at least it's not icky" Tony muttered.

"No it's not" you smiled with satisfaction. "OH! I have to give it to the others, I'll come back later.. or not.. I'll probably wonder somewhere else before meeting them.. anyway, Tata!" you get up and run to the exit.

Tony stared at your retreating figure in wonder. Why? why do you want to help human? For what? Why not helping your own kind?

To make amends.

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After giving Nat, Barton and Steve the chips you made even though Barton seems wary of you and he doesn't know who you are which makes him hesitant to accept the chip but after a few moments Nat assures him that you are not harmed and 'good alien', Barton finally accepted the chip.

But he is still wary of you so he keeps his distance from you which you are fine with because he is fresh out of mind controlling so he has trust issues with you.

Steve as always still trying to figure out about the technology you handed to him which you happily explained to him with an explanation that was easy for him to understand.

And now everyone is ready, everyone is suited up and ready to kick ass. You had to leave the Bounty and the TARDIS in the Hellcarrier because the situation probably won't allow you to park the TARDIS anywhere because you can feel that this alien invasion is really massive. So they will be safe in the Hellcarrier while you will throw yourself into danger as always but this time without Bounty and TARDIS.

You, Barton and Nat follow Steve from behind towards the lower hanger bay where the fighter jets are.

One of the staff on duty noticed the four of you and tried to stop the two of you from approaching the jet.

"Hey, you guys aren't authorized to

be in here. " the Shield Engineer said.

"Son, just don't" Steve warned him.

You glanced at Steve. 'Well, this is going to be more interesting' you thought after Steve warned the young staff to go and let you four feet into the Jet. The Shield Engineer finally gave up and let the four of you into the Jet.

Nat and Barton walked toward the control panel and started the engine while you and Steve took the seats and buckled up the belt.

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Tony landed on the panel in his Tower as his suit began to deconstruct, one by one leaving him only his black t-shirt and track pants. His arc reactor glows in his chest.

He walked into his penthouse carefully and watching Loki who was admiring his insane work in the window. Loki upon noticing him began to walk in as well.

Inside the Penthouse the demigod started walking forward while the human started walking behind his bar. Preparing his drink.

"Please tell me you're going to

appeal to my humanity. " Loki said, not caring what Tony did in front of him.

"Uh- actually, I'm planning to

threaten you." Tony pointed out his 'reason' while smirking.

"You should have left your armor on for that" Loki said threateningly.

"Yeah, it's seen a bit of mileage. You've got the uh blue stick of destiny. Would you like a drink? " he offered while showing his glass to Loki.

Loki tilted his head to the side slightly. "Stilling me won't change anything." he smirked.

"No, no, no- threatening. No drink? Are you sure? I'm having one. " Tony said sarcastically while his hand started working.

"The Chitauri are coming, nothing will change that. What have I to fear?" Loki said with pride in his chest.

"The Avengers. It's what we call ourselves, sort of like a team. 'Earth's Mightiest Heroes' type of things." Tony acknowledged.

"Yes, I'm meeting them." Loki stared at Tony with his dangerous blue eyes.

"Yeah, it takes us a while to get anything

traction, I'll give you that one. But, let's do a head count here. Your brother, the Demi-God; The Timelady with her blue police box" Tony started listing those heroes.

Loki turned away from Tony. His eyes narrowed at the mention of Time Lady from Tony's mouth not noticing Tony was slipping a pair of bracelet around his wrist.

"A super soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend; a man with breath-taking anger management issues; a couple of master assassins, and you, big

fella, you've managed to piss off every single one of them." Tony continued.

Loki smirked cynically. "that was the plan"

Tony started walking to the center of his Penthouse where Loki was. "Not a great plan. When they come, and they will, they'll come for you. Tony threatened.

"I have an army." Loki replied.

"we have a hulk" Tony fought back.

"Oh, I thought the beast had wandered off." Loki remarked.

"And we got a genius Timelady with knowledge of every universe" Tony spoke.

"The extinct kind will not be able to bring me down" Loki said with a smirk.

"Yeah- you're missing the point. There is no throne, there is no version of this, where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it's too much for us, but it's all on you. 'Cause if we can't protect the earth, you can be damned well sure we'll avenge it" Tony snapped.

Loki began to lose his patience as he walked over Tony with a scepter in his hand pointing to Tony's chest where the arc reactor resides.

"How will your friends have time for

me, when they're so busy fighting

you?" he said tenaciously before beginning to tip his scepter over Tony's heart or arc reactor.

The scepter glowed with blue glows but then disappeared when it clicked over his arc reactor. Strange, usually it works.

"Well, performance issues. You know?" Tony cracked.

Loki lost his patience and grabbed Tony's neck, strangled him and threw him across the room. Tony grunted in pain and tried to get up.

"JARVIS, anytime now." Tony groaned before Loki walked towards him and choked him.

"You will all fall before me" He sneered at Tony's face before throwing Tony out the window.

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You got up from your seat and walked to the front of the control panel where Barton and Nat was, looking at the mess outside due to the entry of the foreign army. There the Tesseract was, emitting a deadly blue beaming pointed at the sky. Portal.

You gasped. "chituari" you start to get anxious.

Nat not noticing you next to her started speaking to the earpiece. "Stark, we're on a three heading north east."

"What, did you stop for drive-thru?

Swing that park, I'm gonna lay 'em

out for you. Tony said, sarcastically.

You hold Nat and Barton's seats as they both try to avoid Chituari flying outside, Eyes doesn't run away from all the mess. It's reminded you of 'that' bitter moment.

Barton and Nat try their best to avoid the Chituari as they release the canon gun from the jet and start shooting at the Chituari who are flying to capture New York City.

They fly through the smoke and up to Stark Tower.

The quinjet comes around a building, blasting the army who are firing at them. One of the wings is grazed by Chitauri

gunfire. But then the jet seems to point towards Loki and Thor who are fighting on top of Stark Tower. Nat, Barton and you witnessed the fight between the brothers.

"Nat" Barton spoke.

"I see 'em" Nat replied.

"Watch out!" you held the back of their seat as Loki used the scepter to blow up the jet's wing causing the situation in the jet to sway violently.

Nat and Barton trying to control the situation but the jet seems to have lost control. You held your breath as the jet seemed to hit all the buildings there before it crashed to the ground. The jet comes to stopped, you let out a sigh of relief when you found that you were unharmed. You got up and ran out of Jet following Steve.

You were stunned to see all the mess in that area. Chituari flying here and there attacking civilians. Those innocent people became victims because of Loki. You reached into your trench coat pocket to reach for your Sonic Screwdriver in case something happened.

Although sonic screwdriver is not used for fighting but at least it can sonic those Chituari vehicles or weapons to stop it works.

"We gotta get back up there." Steve stated.

You all ran onto the overpass, looking up at Stark Tower. But then you all freeze when you see the giant Leviathan come out of the portal. You are stunned.

'it happened again' you thought.

A warship of the Chitauri, flies through the portal with more warriors.Those warriors jump onto the side of buildings and into the

buildings where they shoot civilians. They sneered threateningly towards the civilians.

"Stark, are you seeing this?" Steve said, still watching the scenes.

"Where's Banner? Has he shown up

yet? Tony replied still not believing his eyes that he would witness such horrifying scenes.

"He's not here" you said before taking out your sonic from your pocket and sonic the one Chituari who was about to shoot you.

The Chituari's gun started to malfunction before it throws it gun and rushed towards you but then the Chituari slumped to the ground when Nat shot the Chituari.

You were stunned then glanced at Nat with a grateful look. Nat stared at you for a moment before taking out her other gun from her holster before handing it to you. You stared at the gun.

"take this, at least you can defend yourself" Nat stated.

You take the gun and stare at it for a moment. Not like you don't know how to use a gun, it just gun really not your thing.

"I'm sure you know how to use a gun. Make sure the gun is in good condition before returning it to me" Nat said.

You gripped the gun tightly in your hand. "I'll make sure you get this gun back in good condition" you paused. "no need to tell me what will happen if it is not in good condition"

All of you ran in the mess, counterattacking all the Chituari that appeared. Shoot, sonic, hit and shoot all the Chituari who try to attack you or the civilians who are saving themselves.

You quickly dodged the Chituari shot before you sonic it gun and shoot it in the head with the gun Nat gave you. You make an impressed face. Not knowing that you can do that. But then again, first you need to survive to maintain this life. Otherwise you will regenerate and change to a whole new 'person' again. And we don't need to leave this life short right?

You, Nat and Barton took cover in the back of the cab trying to take cover wherever Steve runs over to you all also took cover.

"We've got civilians trapped." Clint said after he noticed some civilians trapped not far from where you all are.

Loki who had already boarded the Chituari troop flew fast through the air past where you were all taking cover followed by several Chituari soldiers.

"Loki" you muttered, hands gripping the gun and sonic screwdriver tightly.

"They're fish in a barrel down

there" Steve said, referring to some civilians who were saving themselves.

"We need to close the portal before other things come out" You said to them all.

"It's too dangerous to go to the tower with all these flying aliens" Clint said while preparing his arrow.

"Think you all can help me get to the tower?" you looked at Steve, Clint and Nat hopefully.

"What are you thinking? Running around, endangering yourself just to get to that tower? no" Nat said with frustration.

"Well, I just got this idea that we use Loki's scepter to close the portal, seeing that the scepter and the Tesseract have the same sort of power," you suggested.

Nat stared at you for a moment. "what if it doesn't work?"

"It will work. Trust me, I'm the Doctor" you said with determination. "Besides, I will use shortcuts to get to the tower as long as those Chituari don't interfere"

The tree human only looked at you for a moment before they agreed with your plan.

"if you say so" Nat stood up and fired her gun at the incoming group of Chituari nearby. "We got this, It's good. Go!" she shouted before continuing to fire her gun.

You nodded and ran quickly towards the tower not before you fired your gun towards the nearby Chituari before entering the gap in the building to avoid colliding with Chituari. You looked up to the sky, a giant leviathan flying and destroying all the buildings in sight. You rushed quickly hoping to quickly reach the tower.

Steve is still reluctant to let you go to the tower alone as he is still trying to understand what you are trying to do. He looked at Clint who was still crouched behind the cab.

"You think you can hold them off?" Steve spoke towards Clint.

Clint smirked while his hands fiddling with the arrows and bow. "Captain, it would be my genuine pleasure" he put the arrow to his bow and began to set his target towards Chituari before releasing his arrow hitting Chituari in the head before the same arrows multiple split into two and hit the nearby Chituari. The tree Chituari dead on the spot.

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"left right left again right! Oh!" you shot Chituari who suddenly appeared. The Chituari growled before collapsing to the ground, dead.

You let out a big breath before running fast to the tower which is only a few steps if those Chituari don't attack you. You sonic-ing their weapons which lead to malfunction before shooting those Chituari in the head. But then when you want to shoot the last Chituari, you are dumbfounded when you find out that you are out of ammo.

You cursed the Sontarans even though it wasn't their fault before running towards the main entrance tower. The Chituari chased you until they entered the towet, crashing against the windows and various pieces of furniture in the tower until they broke just to get you.

You dodged and ran everywhere hoping to escape from the Chituari. You entered various rooms and corridors but then the Chituari just crashed into the wall and kept chasing you. You cursed again before deciding to enter the open office to hide from it.

You hold your breath as the Chituari seems to be trying to find you. You put your palms to your mouth and nose trying to hide your panting breath. You can still hear the sound of Chituari growling near you. You looked around the office trying to find anything that could be used as a weapon before your eyes focused on the scissors on the table.

We all know that the Doctor does not like violence but seeing that she is in this situation, she needs to do something brutal to save herself.

You reached for the scissors and held it tightly before slowly leaving the office. The hand holding the scissors was hidden behind your back as you slowly walked outside from the office. The Chituari started to sense you and growling at the sight at you before it rushed towards you at high speed and jumped on top of you making you both fall to the floor. You immediately defend yourself with your free hand while the hand holding the scissor starts quickly stabbing the Chituari's neck making the Chituari let out a pitiful whine and dead on top of you.

Your eyes widen when you go through that experience. You have never dealt with Chituari so closely in your life. Let alone kill it with your own hands. You let out a big sigh before pushing the dead Chituari's body off your body. You remained lying down, trying to calm down your racing hearts.

You sighed and stood up before supporting yourself by holding onto the wall. Your head feels dizzy after that scene, now you don't have time to rest. You looked around the place, trying to find a place to go up to the top floor. You are not sure if the elevator is working or not. If not you have to override it to work for you which takes time.

You strode towards the open elevator and pressed the top button which is obviously not working due to the problem you are going through now. You rolled up your sleeves a little before fishing out your non sonic screwdriver from your pocket and unscrewed the lift button panel to override it to work again.

"right" you fiddling the wire with your sonic screwdriver.

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"Why did she take so long to close the portal?!" Nat shouted as she fired her guns at the Chituari.

Steve hit the Chituari in the face with his shield hard. "don't know, what I hope she can make it to the portal."

"Wait, who's going to close the portal?" Tony interfered in the conversation.

"Y/n, she's going to close the portal with Loki's scepter" Nat replied.

"And you all didn't tell me that she's going to do that? Alone?" Tony said pretending to be upset as he dodged the Chituari's troops.

"We may just know her but that's what she said to us.. Trust her" Steve said while hitting the Chituari with his Shield.

"aye, you know I can hear right.. I am touched by your words, Captain." your voice is heard in their ears.

"what took you so long?" Barton said as he shot his arrows at Chituari who decided to change route towards him.

"Patience is a virtue" You said simply while sonic-ing the wire in your hand solemnly. Tongue sticking out of your mouth shows how focused you are with your work.

"Hurry up, those flying lizards are getting more and more" Tony said as he blasted his blast at the giant leviathan.

"aye, aye, tin man" you salute in your mind.

Tony rolled his eyes at the nickname.

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You put your sonic screwdriver in your pocket before screwing back the screw on the lift button panel. You then press the button at the top of the tower. The button light up, so was the light in the lift. You grinned with satisfaction.

"there you go, top of the world" you said as the lift door closed and the lift started going up to the top floor.

As soon as you reached the top floor of Stark Tower where the Tesseract was located, you quickly exited the elevator as time was running out. But then you stopped when Loki, suddenly crashed hard from the Penthouse window. He flipped himself back to stand. His face turned frustrated when his ride was interrupted.

Loki eyes looked around before his eyes focused on you. He stared at you for a moment before he smirked dangerously at you. He started to approach you.

"well well well, is this the Timelady that the human said? The one who's go by the name of the Doctor. The lady who possesses knowledge from the entire universe. The last of her kind" Loki said slowly, he approached you.

You stepped back from Loki trying to get away from him. Still remained silent and did not say anything. Loki grinned.

"Why are you silent? Cat got your tongue? Tell me, does this remind you of that 'war'? Are you going to do the same thing as you did in the past?" he disses you. Trying to make you lash out at him.

Your mind kept replaying the Time War after Loki mentioned that. Everything reminded you of that bitter moment.

Loki grinned cynically when he noticed you seemed to be fighting with your own mind. Before he opened his mouth to trigger another sentence, Hulk suddenly crashed into him causing the Demigod to be thrown across the room hard. Loki groaned angrily. You stepped back at the sudden change of situation.

Hulk roared at Loki who was now standing on his own feet.

"ENOUGH! You are, all of you, under me! I AM GOD, YOU DULL CREATURE, AND I WILL NOT BE BULLIED BY-"

Hulk grabs Loki by the feet and smashes him into the floor repeatedly, then throws him aside and walks away. You winced in pain when you witnessed this. Watching this can make you feel pain all over your body even though you are not in Loki's place.

But then again, it's Loki. He deserves it even though it looks painful.

"Puny God" Hulk spit out those two words.

Loki let out a whine of pain where he lay. His body is stiff as he's trying to hold back his body pain. For the first time Loki has been beaten into submission.

Hulk: 1

Loki: 0

You were speechless before you jerked from the situation to run outside the Penthouse towards the Tesseract or portal machine. You stared at the machine there without any comments.

"The scepter." a gruff voice could be heard from your side.

You turned your gaze to the source of the voice. There Doctor Selvig was lying not far from the Tesseract.

"Doctor Selvig, right?" You walked towards him.

"Loki's scepter, the energy- the Tesseract can't fight. You can't protect against yourself." Selvig said.

"I know, that's why I need that scepter. Did you know where the scepter is?" you questioned hoping that the scepter was not far from there.

"it's my fault.. I made the machine" Selvig said with sorrow.

"it's not your fault, you don't know what you're doing" you replied. "now, please.. If you don't want all this to continue, tell me.. where the scepter is. Please. Help me, Doctor"

"It may be able to close the portal. And I'm looking right at it. " Selvig said turning his gaze from you to the lowest platform where the scepter was.

Your face lights up on the sight scepter. You grinned. "great. Now help me set those things up while I retrieve that scepter."

Selvig nodded his head then got up and walked towards the Tesseract. His hands started working against the machine. While you go down to the lower platform to retrieve the scepter. Your eyes catching on the figure of Loki who is still lying down. A look of pity flashed on your face before you took the scepter and ran back to the upper platform.

Selvig setting up his equipment as you are finally in front of the machine. "right at the crown!" Selvig pointed out.

You begin to push the spear through the barrier surrounding the cube, it's hard to break but you try your best to push it. You can feel the warm temperature of the Tesseract. The bright blue light makes it quite difficult to see.

"Anyone on the other side? I'm starting to close this portal!" you shouted into the earpiece hoping anyone online could hear.

"Do it!" Steve said firmly.

"no, wait" you heard the voice of Tony who was out of breath.

"Stark, these things are still coming!" Steve argued.

"I got a nuke coming in, it's gonna blow in less than a minute." Tony said.

Your expression changed. "what?"

"wherever you do now, Doc. Don't close the portal yet. I'm carrying a nuke on my back now and I know just where to put it" Stark replied with certainty.

"Stark, you know that's a one way trip." Steve reminded Tony.

You who were listening to the conversation were silent as you saw Iron Man fly past Stark Tower towards the Portal with Nuke behind him.

Your gripped on the scepter was still locked even though you witnessed what Tony was trying to do.

It's like everything that's happening now seems to freeze as all the Avengers witnessed Iron Man's heroic actions. Hopefully what he did was the right decision.

Iron Man entered the portal and released the Nuke to the other side. Tony watching the empire of Chituari destroyed in front of his eyes before he closed his eyes. The Chituari and leviathan immediately dropped to the ground as its Mother Ship was destroyed by the Nuke.

You are still waiting for Tony to come back. Hands still holding the scepter, ready at any moment to bury the portal.

"Come on, Stark" you muttered hopefully.

"close it" Steve commanded from your earpiece.

You hesitantly thrust the scepter into the Tesseract, closing the portal and shutting off the source of power from it. The portal in the sky immediately disappeared.

Steve noticed something else falling from the sky and that something is something he knows and knows.

"Son of a gun" Steve exclaimed with relief.

You put the scepter down and cheers as the portal and the war are finally over.

"Yes!" you laughed and hugged Doctor Selvig with relief.

Selvig who doesn't know you, can only return your hug with a relieved smile.

But your small celebration didn't end long as you remembered that the mastermind behind all this is still there. Loki. You parted from Selvig and take the scepter off the ground before rushed towards Loki who had just dragged his body to lean against the wall.

You met up with the others at the Penthouse center before you took out your sonic screwdriver from your pocket and pointed it at Loki who was unaware that he was surrounded by the Avengers.

Loki turned around and was stunned when he saw the whole gang surrounding him.

"If it's all the same to you, I'll have that drink now." Loki said.

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The Avengers and Selvig all walk to the center of a footbridge. Tony is carrying a briefcase, Thor has Loki in a muzzle and handcuffs, Barton, Natasha, Banner, and Steve

walk from cars. While you are leaning your body against the TARDIS with Bounty in front of you. Hands crossing on chest while eyes focused on the two brothers.

Selvig takes a glass cylinder out of a truck. Tony opens his case, which is on the ground. Banner holds the Cube with some tongs and puts it into the glass cylinder Selvig has.

Over this footage. Finally the Tesseract is in the right hands.

Thor smiled widely and shook hands with Selvig and said goodbye to him. Loki who is bound and gagged in muzzle can only remain mad when he is caught. He glanced at Nat who whispered something to Clint. Clint smirked at something she said. He rolled his eyes annoyingly before his eyes caught your figure who's still witnessed the exchange.

He narrowed his eyes as he began to recognize you. You, sensing someone looking at you turned your gaze to Loki who was staring at you with unbelievable shows in his eyes. You nodded politely at him.

Before he can do anything, he feels Thor nudging his shoulder. He annoyingly looked at his adopted brother who gestured to him to take the other side of the cylinder that contained the Tesseract. He rolled his eyes and took the other side before turning his gaze towards you. Thor nodded his head to the others to say goodbye before he twisted the device and disappeared from their sight.

As the two brothers out of your sight, you begin to open the TARDIS door and let Bounty enter. Tony who saw you about to enter the TARDIS rushed towards you.

"Hey, Y/n" Tony called you.

You turned your body to look at Tony confused. "yes?"

"here" he tossed something to you which you caught before it fell to the ground.

You looked at the thing you were looking for and found it was a device. You furrowed your brow in confusion.

"what's this?" you show the device to Tony.

"a messenger device. It's for emergencies. And it's easy to stay in touch with you as you travel through another universe of any kind of utopia" Tony explained.

"what for?" you fiddle the device with your fingers.

"Incase there will be another alien attack or I want to invite you to come to my party" Tony told you simply.

"right, yeah.. Of course.. Party. Right, I'll stay in touch with you if you really need my help. I'm not in the earth all the time, I got another place to go you know" you told him.

"yeah, yeah, I know. But still, we might need your help in the future. So better take care of it." Tony muttered.

You nodded and put the device in your coat pocket. You nodded in farewell to Tony. "Until next time, Stark"

Tony nodded in farewell too. "Until next time, Doc"

You grinned one last time at Tony before stepping into the TARDIS where Bounty was twirling around the control panel excitedly

Tony stepped back from the TARDIS as the TARDIS started wheezing and wheezing when the engine was started. The TARDIS seemed to fade in and out of reality before Tony's eyes but then he frowned when the TARDIS seemed to stop fading in and out.

Tony stared at the TARDIS confused by what happened. The TARDIS door was opened by you, you stepped out of the TARDIS and looked at Tony with realization on your face.

"oh luckily you didn't go yet. Well, the gun is Nat's. I forgot to give it to her" you handed Tony Nat's gun that you used during the battle. It seems in good condition like what Nat wants. Seems like you didn't need to regenerated early then.

Tony took the gun and stared at it for a moment. You nodded one last time before entering the TARDIS again.

"bye bye!" you said then closed the TARDIS door and started the engine again.

Wheezing and wheering is heard from the TARDIS again as the TARDIS begins to fade out of reality leaving Tony there.

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Your fingers pressed and pulled the lever from the control panel as you set the time on the TARDIS awaiting your next adventure with the Bounty and the TARDIS. You smiled with satisfaction when you were able to return to your track again.

"well then, to the next adventure!" you exclaimed excitedly.

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"The humans are working with the Timelord. She's the last one. We need to kill her. She's going to mess up our plan"

"To challenge them, is to court

Death"

"find her"

"kill her"

Disembodied figure turns and smiles, revealing himself to be

the mad titan himself-

THANOS.

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The Avengers are sitting around a table, eating, stuffing their faces. They are silent, no one makes a peep. The workers are cleaning up this destroyed place. The place is

silent

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Avengers 2012 ends

[elslittlestories]

The Bad Autistic Batch

I've had this in the back of my head for a while and finaly took the time to write it down. It's a mix of observtions and headcanons I guess? On how I feel like the 4 original members of the Bad Batch are all autistic af!

Tech

The obvious one. He said it himself, his brain doesn’t process thoughts and moments the way most people do.

He has a hard time identifying his feelings and therefore tends to push them away and rely on logic and rational thoughts, which always come easy and loud in his mind.

Very gifted, he’s too smart to care about social rules and never bothered to learn cues and small talk. He was created to solve problems, people shouldn’t expect anything else from him. He comes off as cold and obnoxious to most people, always speaks bluntly without thinking of the effect of his words on the person opposite him. Simply because it doesn’t occur naturally to him that some truth might need sugarcoating.

He’s a self-taught everything, with infinite curiosity and thirst for knowledge. He gets bored fast though and will skip from one subject to another as soon as he feels like he’s mastered it. He’ll get REALLY excited if you ask him questions about anything.

He doesn’t care about his looks, as long as it’s practical, he’s good with any outfits. Although, he’ll wear comfy clothes whenever he can. His hair is kept just long enough so that he can slick them back with gel and get them stuck with his goggles’ headband.

To self-sooth, he relies on his sound databank—he can listen to a record on a loop for hours—and mental games such as counting backward from 1 million with only prime numbers. Tapping on his datapad is probably also a sort of stimming.

Outside of his brothers, he has a hard time maintaining a relationship, may they be platonic or not. To start, he doesn’t really understand the concept of different types of relationships. He’s oblivious to most hints of interest and needs someone—Wrecker—to point it out. He’ll panic, be really awkward about it, overshare to hide his fluster…until he figures out what makes you tick and weaponizes it!

Crosshair

In case there were any doubt, he’s a neat freak. He NEEDS his stuff to be in the right place, as much as he needs routine and discipline to control his stress level. Even though his military training has taught him how to deal with the unexpected, he has a hard time dealing with change.

If given the choice, he’d only wear his blacks. The tightness of the fabric is comforting and he doesn’t have to think about assembling an outfit or whatever. He cuts his hair every week, the same exact way, from left to right, then the backside of his head.

He won’t eat new food unless his hunger is life threatening, not because of sensory issues but because his transit is a bigger drama queen than he is!

He’s the most emotionally immature of the squad and used to have the wildest mood swings. He became good at keeping a stern straight face once he realized people would use it as a way to arm him. He’s also the most stubborn: good luck trying to change his mind on anything.

On a general basis, he hates people. Especially the one that wants to touch him! The only person allowed to hug him is Wrecker, because there’s no stopping him anyway. He may go mute when overwhelmed, hence the number of fights he got himself into rather than have a talk. With time and around the right people, he might get better at dealing with his feelings, but for now it’s easier to just avoid people, since they’re the one causing said feelings.

Maintaining any sort of relationship is close to impossible outside of his brothers. It takes a very special person—like Echo—to get his affection and respect. Romantic feeling are out of his bucket list, he finds the concept of flirting ridiculous anyway. If you want to be with him, just say it! He’ll probably reject you, the man has some heavy attachment/abandonment issues to sort out first. Trust Omega to help with that, so maybe one day…

Wrecker

THE emotionally mature one of the squad! Feelings are always intense for him and he wears them on his face. He’ll cry for anything, but since he can break your spine with his bare hands, people usually don’t make fun of him out loud.

He has huge difficulties in learning practical stuff—he was the last to speak clearly and read—and won’t do anything good with verbal instructions if they go longer than 5 to 10 words. He’s good with his hands, though, and once Tech got him into the marvelous world of explosives, he became unstoppable. Even Tech will admit Wrecker is the expert in the matter.

Another thing he was quick to learn, thanks to his emotional awareness and Hunter’s help, was how to read people. If only to stop being played! It might also be the secret to their squad sticking together despite their differences and hot temper.

He’s very open about needing "autistic joy", such as eating his favorite snack, listening to a song on a loop and watching things blow up. It tends to make him look childish. His brothers are very protective over this and make sure nothing prevents Wrecker to enjoying his sweet nothings.

He loves to isolates for an hour or two, to watch his favorite holovids, but is otherwise very touchy feely. Hugs sooth him a lot when he’s stressed out. If he can’t get one, he’ll rely on singing his favorite tune or repeating a word in his head. He used to do it out loud when he was a kid but it drove his brothers mad so he internalized it.

He can handle a flirt, although he has a hard time catching a hint. It’s easier to notice someone’s interest on others than himself, probably because of his lack of self-esteem. He’d most likely be a very clingy partner.

Hunter

AKA the king of masking. He may look as close to normal as a defective clone can be, in control of himself, but take a step into his mind and you’ll be surprised.

First of all, he has HUGE sensory issues, no doubt worsened by his genetic enhancement. He has learned to tough it out and ignore the strong reaction some textures or smell or sounds causes him to experience. But they tend to turn into stress. He’s constantly devoured by anxiety and fear—of anything from touching that one thing that will overstimulate him so much he won’t be able to function, to making a bad call that cause one of his brother’s death—and there’s no amount of spinning his knife that can sooth it.

He relies on rules and discipline to get a sense of control, even though one might argue his sense of both those concepts is not exactly by the book. It tends to help with tuning down his emotions as well. Just like every sensory input is loud to him, his feeling can be deafening and mastering them was mandatory to become the squad leader.

It was with that in mind that he became an expert in social behaviors. Mostly unconsciously, he studied everyone around him to learn how to hold himself and how to read the room. Despite him being naturally introverted, you’ll often find him chatting with the various captains his squad was assigned to work with. Told you, he’s a king of masking.

On the rare occasions he failed to contain his emotions—bursts of anger on the battlefield aside—it came out loud and violent. Took Wrecker to squeeze him in his arms for Hunter to calm down.

One thing he couldn’t learn this way is flirting. He can’t do it for his life, despite being the receiver of numerous attempts from various species. Maybe it’s because of his sensory issues, but the idea of sex is of no appeal to him and he has never felt something strong enough to be called romantic love. That stuff is just not for him, he feels contempt with his brothers and Omega.

Oh, and the bandana is just an excuse for no easy hair routine. Give him one reason to get out of his armor and blacks, and he’ll slip into floppy clothes in a heartbeat.

Last but not least, all four of them have a STRONG sens of justice—although sometime missplaced—and prefers staying home rather than being anywhere else, wherever home may be.

[yanderes-galore]

If you can, may I also request a hiccup oneshot? From the second movie of that is okay!

Sure! I talked with you about a plot so I decided to do what I can utilizing that and ideas I had :) Darling is Drago Bludvist's kid, unknown if it's by blood or... forced adoption.

Some parts take place during the movie, some parts after. Hiccup and Astrid are not a couple in this AU. This got... a bit darker than intended-

Possible Spoilers For HTTYD 2

Changes

Yandere! Hiccup Haddock (HTTYD 2) Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, HEAVY manipulation, Darling is trying to heal mentally and Hiccup is using it to his advantage, Poor home life on darling's end, Death, Shared mourning, Darling has an emotionally abusive father, Darling is experiencing transference, Fear of abandonment/attachment issues, Darling's head is not in the right place, Dubious relationship, Implied possessive behavior, Delusional behavior on both ends.

You never approved of your "father's" actions. He scared you, what scared you even more was he expected you to join in his tyrannical leadership. If he died, you were supposed to take over.

Dragons... had always scared you since you were young due to your father. Your father made you think you had to use your fear to control them. He made you think you had to fear them.

You had always felt horrible for the creatures even if you had been forced to fear them. You were always told they'd eat you if your father didn't control them. Yet, they just looked scared.

Scared like you.

Your father, Drago Bludvist, scared everyone.

You feared the idea of becoming like him. Any sort of softness you expressed was punished. You had to be ruthless, you had to be intimidating...

You had to be a monster.

In your eyes, there probably was no changing. Your fate was to follow your father's footsteps. Disobedience was met with punishment.

Like the dragons Drago controlled, he thought he could control you with intimidation. For the most part, you're ashamed to admit it, it works. Being scared is all you've ever known.

Even when the Dragon Riders tracks your father down, you don't have much hope for them. Your father has a Bewilderbeast. What will they do?

Your father has always made you pessimistic.

You didn't think change was possible until you met Hiccup. He's a skilled dragon rider with a Night Fury, one who wants to change the world's view on dragons. When you first saw him, you thought he was overly ambitious.

You never actually got to know him until the first battle between the Bewilderbeasts. You stayed away, not wishing to fight, even when your father urged you to. Such disobedience was punishable...

So he abandoned you to the Dragon Riders after he stole their dragons.

You felt horrible and betrayed. You felt pathetic at the fact you couldn't fight. You felt worthless in front of the riders, quivering in fear on your hands and knees.

You were technically their enemy. They could've killed you like your father was expecting. They could've made an example out of you because your father killed their Chief.

Yet they didn't.

All you felt was someone kneel near you, when you looked up you were met with Hiccup's eyes. He looked at you with pity. He was without his own father, while yours tossed you out like garbage.

Fear still coursed deep in your blood... now caused by the fear of what your father may do next.

Instead of being abandoned once again, Hiccup helped you up. Shock was evident on your face at his kindness. He didn't blame you, you weren't your father.

Even with his father dead an his dragon gone, Hiccup still kept going. You found that a respectful trait in him. You felt inspired by him...

Which may have been what encouraged you to follow him as if he was a leader.

Taking down your father wasn't easy, both physically and emotionally. Despite this you weaponized your growing hatred for him and helped the Dragon Riders defend Berk. You felt it was the least you could do for them sparing your life.

That didn't change the fact you felt so alone when your father went down with his beast.

Surely things were bound to get better now, right? Toothless is the new alpha, Hiccup is a Chief now, but there was one more thing to figure out. Something important to you.

Where would you go now?

Hiccup was quick with an answer. As you stood watching all this change, Hiccup approached you. He offered his hand...

He offered you a home.

You took the offer with a bow.

Soon, change became something you looked forward to. Fear no longer drove your actions, dragons became friends not tools. You felt like you could be... yourself.

You felt like you could heal.

Not without your own grief, however. While you didn't like your father, it felt strange to have him gone. You had lost your father for good, a trait you shared with the new Chief.

As a result, grieving together became a way you got closer. Once you both healed from that, there would be so much more that can change. Hiccup promised to show you how people really can make a change.

Hiccup made a change within you. He put you on a better path on Berk, a home to truly call your own. Meanwhile, you also made a change in Hiccup.

It may have been for the worse, unfortunately.

As Hiccup guided you through healing from your dark past, he ended up implanting himself into your life more than he should have. Instead of fully teaching you independence like he should've done, he made you rely on him too much at times. Be it on purpose or by accident... it had the same effect.

You felt indebted to Hiccup.

You followed him just like you did your father, but this time not out of fear.

It was because he was your savior.

Hiccup must've noticed your developing feelings. You weren't healing properly, you were starting to stick by him like you were scared of leaving. You were scared of him leaving.

Hiccup solved all your issues by pulling you closer. He promises you he'll never leave you. He promises to protect you as family.

Then he tells you he loves you...

Then he tells you he needs you... like you need him.

Those words change how you think. You accept his feelings like it's the best gift he could've given you. You hug him closely, you thank him for everything.

You have no idea that he's trapped you like your father caged you. Instead of trapping you with fear, Hiccup traps you with overwhelming love. You never notice.

All you care about is loving him and looking into his eyes. You can only see him through rose tinted glasses. All you know is that this is love!

Hiccup molds you into being his. He plays your savor, he plays your leader, and soon he plans to play the role of your spouse. You're so much better off here, aren't you?

You're too caught up in the feeling of his lips on you. All you know is what you're feeling has to be love, right? It's not... but you don't know that.

All you want to focus on is the fact someone loves you... Hiccup loves you.

Nothing else matters as long as you have Hiccup...

To Hiccup, nothing else matters as long as he has you and only you.

[kitkatopinions]

Nitpick November Day Five! Let's talk about the Happy Huntress uniforms.

So, I don't remember exactly where I heard it, but I'm pretty confident it's true; The Happy Huntresses introduced in V7 were meant to parallel but be contrasts to the Ace Ops also introduced in V7. I could make an entire post about the ways that I think that failed that are a little more important than their uniforms like Robyn being a politician and them stealing from government works projects rather than like them stealing from Jacques Schnee and how I would've done the Robin Hood allusion differently etcetera etcetera, but those aren't nitpicks.

But specifically with the uniforms, I'm gonna nitpick the hell out of that. Because one of the ways that the Happy Huntresses could've so easily been used to contrast the Ace Ops is their clothes. We as the audience are meant to see the Ace Ops as stiff, order followers who act within the confines of Atlas and Ironwood, and we're meant to view the Happy Huntresses instead as the cool, rebellious non-conforming good badge carrying law enforcement officers that only follow their own rules (which again is an entirely different problem that's much bigger than a nitpick.) But if we're going to see the Ace Ops as stiff and confined and the Happy Huntresses instead represent freedom and expression... Why are their outfits so matchy? The Happy Huntresses should dress however they want, wield cool creative weapons, express themselves through their clothes and emblems if they even have emblems! Even though the Ace Ops all keep to an Atlas color scheme, their outfits are otherwise just as personalized if not more personalized than the Happy Huntress outfits are. Apparently Ironwood is like "No, it doesn't matter if Marrow is wearing a long sleeved coat, Harriet, of course you should wear a tank-top shirt and white shorts with dark blue chaps if you want to," but the Happy Huntresses were like "If our jackets aren't almost the exact same except in different dulled down colors, we won't look like a team." I'll also point out that making the Ace Ops a group of five (something that goes against the norm of teams as we've seen in RWBY) and only making four important HH members (though there is one more member named Crimson that's offscreen according to the Wiki,) is also slightly weird to me. Like, shouldn't Robyn's team be the one not adhering to strict arbitrary unnecessary rules like how many people are usually put on a team, while the Ace Ops are the ones who are adhering to those guidelines? I read on the wiki once that the Ace Ops being comprised of five people was 'a clue' that Ironwood wasn't good because he wasn't adhering to the four-person team thing, and I'm just like...

It's a nitpick, but really, why do the Happy Huntresses have any sort of uniform? If I was trying to play the Ace Ops as stiff and controlled and the Happy Huntresses as contrasting that, I'd start by giving the Ace Ops all one unchanging across the board uniform and making the Happy Huntresses an explosion of different styles and cool color schemes with no set aesthetic or uniforms at all. It seems obvious! Why couldn't one of them be more subdued and grayscale and one of them is like colorful punk and one of them is more cutesy vintage and one of them dresses in like... Idk, seventies inspired glam, or vampire looking goth stuff, or grunge or biker or anything interesting and not conforming?

This might just be me personally too, but I have an easier time getting attached to and caring about side characters when they look like they have a lot of personality. Like don't get me wrong, May specifically has a great personality that shines through even without some kind of iconic look. But compare this

To this

There's a reason people loved Neo from her very first appearance before we even knew anything about her, and it's because we could get so much character from just this shot

Not to mention

So much character can be gleaned by style (and attitude.) I do not understand the choice to make characters that are meant to be significant and thematic like the Happy Huntresses and then putting them all in dulled down samey uniforms with all the same weapon.

[widowed-mistress]

How strong could Steven be?

Okay, let me rephrase, how strong is the Pink Diamond gem?

Because, let's take a second to actually think about it. There are some abilities that seem to be EXPECTED of gems. They might not all do them since for some it would be "below their station," but they could do it.

1. Sumon a weapon

2. Shapeshift

3. Fuse

4. Adjust their gravitational pull of a planet on their gem to adjust to a celestial body's gravity

5. The ability to bubble

Of course, these are the ESTABLISHED things that every gem SHOULD be able to do (we'll get to Era 2 gems in a second). However, I'd like to add

6. Make a flashlight out of their gem (we see Pearl and Peridot do so when they visit the moon, and it makes sense to be a natural ability since their physical bodies are just holograms with light)

7. Be able to store items in their gems.

These are the basic abilities of a gem, yet there are special powers some gems have.

Sapphires- ice manipulation/ future vision

Lapis- water manipulation

Ruby- fire production

Peridots- metal control

Now one thing about them is that the powers designated to them are IT. Now, it's fair to say that as a gem grows and learns, they can expand on their skill (Pearl did learn how to shoot lasers after the gem War after all), but they concept of their powers stay the same.

For example, as much as Sapphire was shown to be a beast with her ice abilities in a Single Pale Rose, she will never manipulate or produce fire. This is where the Diamonds differ and follow their subjects at the same time.

Blue- gem emotional control (her power doesn't work on humans)

Yellow- physical form manipulation (she can poof any gem/ change their shape or attributes as seen with Garnet in Future)

White- possession voluntary or forced.

Pink - destruction and creation (living or nonlicing)

It's their powers that make me believe that diamonds are needed not just to rule but to make other gems. During Era 2, gems weren't made the same as Era 1 gems as Peridot says she can't shape-shift, but why would that be? Because Pink diamond was gone. With a limited supply of her essence, just like Yellow was having her essence taken in her sauna, they had to portion out what they gave to gems. This would explain what "junk" is put into the ground when gems are made as Amethyst references during Classroom Gems.

This would even explain why the Diamonds kept Pink. While yes, they loved and appreciated her presence, she holds no functional use to the empire, which you would imagen the Diamonds wouldn't be found of, especially when she undermines them constantly and sets a bad example. However, they couldn't get rid of her, not even before they got attached because her essence allowed for the creation of more gems, and there is no guarantee that another being with her power could exist.

Yellow sets a gem to have a physical form.

Blue sets them to have responses.

White sets them to have a purpose.

Pink sets them to have the extra energy to come to life just as the organic material on colonies are sucked up for a gem to use. In fact, I would bet that Pink's essence is what allows gems to exist without needing to do something like recharge or something of the sort. Think about it, whatever energy is sucked from the dirt is bound the run out at some point. Plant life isn't infinite; however, a diamonds power could be.

This is why I question how strong Pink actually is. The diamonds hold compete control over their "domain," even controlling or manipulating what could be considered the opposite of their powers. The thing that makes Pink different from the other diamonds is that her powers WORK on not only things that aren't alive, they work on non gem beings.

Steven fixed his teddy bear and destroyed several non-living materials. He heals gems and humans, for fuck sake both him and his mom brought something to life. And speaking about that. I would like to discuss both lars and lion right now. Specifically their powers.

Now, making the assumption that they got a power up post resurrection could be assumed to be that the Pink Diamond essence pulled so much weight in helping them that the essence is now embedded in them and so they received a power up. It makes sense. Like gems creating distabalisers using Yellow's essence or creating a planet destroying weapon (Spinel) using Pink's essence. The thing I have a problem with is the powers they receive.

1. Long life (okay)

2. Dimensional pocket in hair (makes sense, gems have pockets in their gems)

3. Shock wave or lion's roar (ehh, kinda makes sense with Steven's destruction ability. Okay)

4. Portal creation (what?)

Portal creation was one of the powers lion got. That doesn't make sense based on what we know and can assume Pink can do. What the fuck.

The situation isn't helped in the fact that Pink can make pebbles purely on her own without the help of the other Diamonds.

So, considering Pink Diamond has a hold on

Crearion

Destruction

On ANYTHING

and is CRUCIAL for gem production and can extend the ability towards others just as they can get into someone's head/ control them

I ask again: how strong is the Pink Diamond gem?

And if he gets enough training, how strong could Steven become?

[quirkwizard]

Quirk: corruption; allows the user to spawn a red, fleshy substance from their hands/feet which attaches to any surface areas, be it inanimate objects like walls and rubble to organisms like plants and people. It functions like a slippery surface for normal people but can be manipulated by the user for mobility and offense, like controlling the substance's adhesion to them in order to climb, scale, skate on it, and attach some of it to them to make weak whips and slingshots with rocks as ammo.

It's other pontential uses include being as glue for cracks in surfaces and damaged areas, binding objects and people in the fleshy substance to temporarily imprison them, cushioning hard surfaces to break people's falls, and countering heat-based hazards like fires by covering them, among other hypothetical uses for the quirk: corruption. It's weaknesses, however, make much more limited in what it can do than it what it's pontential shows.

The user is limited in the amount they can spawn, only being able to cover 1 football field and less depending on how much reserve they have left to spend before they're able to replenish again. It takes them a day to replenish their supply of the red fleshy substance, provided they aren't able to reabsorp the substance back into their body to shoot out again, which isn't sustainable in the long run since the recycled substance comes out drier than before due to the body reusing water to excrete it

The red fleshy substance itself is 50% water, which normally if the user hydrates daily, but when reused/they dont hydrate good, it's amount is halved, meaning it becomes drier, which eventually causes it to fall apart all cracked when it normally should reattach together by the user when damaged. The substance is impervious to heat based attacks but can backfire on the user if it's dried; electricity conducts when it's normally hydrated, damaging the user;substance can't on most liquids besides water

Corruption also can't make conventional weaponry other than elastic weapons like whips and slingshots, so the user has to rely on slingshotting rocks and close-quarters combat and binding to deal any sort of damage when by themself. It's durable enough to handle extreme tension forces, which gives it a good elastic quality, provided it's well-hydrated, but it can be cut, pierced, and punched through. Speaking of binding, the substance attached to the person can be ripped of if dry or by the user

Overall, corruption is a quirk only used by it's user talented enough to put it's full capabilities to good use, either through support means, covering the area with the red fleshy substance to hinder opponents in mobility, blocking off entryways and doors, and binding enemies in the substance from far away via contact, or through offense means, skating through the substance and dealing damage via slingshot skills and makeshift whips, which also bind enemies. It's only weakened by "imagination".

There's something in here, but not like this. There's is way too much going on with this power. The user can do so much with this substances and there is not a lot holding it back. The user needs to be hydrated. And what do they need in return? They can form weapons with it, cover massive areas, seal and hold things together, it can put itself back together when damaged, and they get around it just to name a few. They don't even have to worry about wasting it because they can absorb it into them in they wish. It's all a lot for one Quirk to do without a lot of flaws holding it back. I would suggest taking take one of the benefits, make it the main focus of the Quirk, and build the Quirk around it. Maybe have it be this hard to destroy mass, but it slowly pushed out of the user's body, making it hard to use proactively or in a fight. Maybe have it be this flexible mesh they make, but they have a limited supply of it. The hydration drawback could still be a part of it, it just needs more holding it back. I would remove a lot of the strength of the goo production as well, like the user being able to recover it, having access to so much of it, and it being able to heal. Stuff like that could be the focus of the downsides.

[axewchao]

Decided to turn a couple of my OCs into Zelda races!

Why? Because I know for a fact that I can't just draw Dal n' Rev all day. One day I'll branch out, and that means I need more practice with everything else Hyrule has to offer =w=

'Specially the Zoras. Those damn fish... head... tail... things =_="

I'll be sticking their mini-bios under a readmore :3

Makani

A Gerudo journeying across Hyrule. Blessed with fire magic, she left Gerudo Town to learn how to properly control said power, mainly via fighting as many monsters as she can. She hopes to one day return to the desert and challenge the legendary Molduking. Has an affinity for baking, and has considered establishing her own bakery somewhere pleasant and pretty.

While Makani has a number of goals on her mind, one she struggles with revolves around her eventually finding a voe. She doesn't want to just... have a kid for the sake of adding to the next generation, then waltz off to continue pursuing her own desires like her mother did. She wants to find a husband and start a loving family, but still has dreams, and only has so much time to do either. Subconsciously, she feels like she's being rushed to pick one thing and stick with it forever, which stresses her out.

Dusty

A Goron traveling with Makani. He considers Makani his sworn sister because of the matching heart-shaped marks (okay Dusty's is a rock) on their necks. Like his name implies, he's known for leaving large trails of dust clouds whenever he rolls around. He uses this to his advantage when fighting monsters; blocking their vision with dust, then striking from behind. He can also use the spikes on his back to scale up various walls.

Dusty is particularly fond of crashing into things. Monsters, large rocks, ore deposits, you name it, he'll crash it. Like most other Gorons, he doesn't like the taste of gems, but still collects them to make easy rupees. After hearing about the powers each gem can hold, he's kept one of each type for himself, as he's now debating over whether he should just attach them to his weapons and call it a day or keep more and have them converted into jewelry later. That "diamond circlet" thing sounds pretty badass, after all...

Tuno

A young Zora that was found washed up on the shores of Hateno Beach by Symin some time prior to the events of BotW. Rather than let the child swim back out to the unknowns of the sea, Tuno was instead brought to the Domain, where he was taken in by Laflat. Much like Link, Tuno never says a word, but can communicate with other Zoras by wiggling his fins.

Tuno has abilities similar to that of a puffer fish, in that he can puff up his tail and raise a set of spines to stab/scare any would-be assailants or threats. However, unlike puffer fish, he isn't poisonous in any way. He rarely puffs up, both because he's difficult to scare, and because it looks embarrassingly silly. The one thing that does scare him, however, is Octoroks. It's possible that some kind of Octorok had terrified Tuno in the past, maybe even drove him away from the sea entirely.

Tuna

A Hylian boy who lives at the Woodland Stable. He's Tuno's best friend, and the two are as close as siblings. Tuna often wonders if it's possible for a person to turn into a Zora, and likes to daydream about what his "Zora form" would look like. Prefers playing with the horses rather than actually tending to them, and is often begging his parents to let him start his riding lessons.

For reasons unknown, Tuna is prone to falling ill on the night of a blood moon, often left bedridden by sunset. He's become a sort of alarm at the stable because of this, where if anyone is wondering when a blood moon will rise, they just check on him. If he's feeling dizzy, that means one's coming. He'll recover the following morning without fail, but this doesn't stop his parents and fish bro from worrying about him.

[windydrawallday]

🦡🌙🦡🌙🦡🌙.

From the creators of "Windy is obsessed with finding meaning in dark fiction" now we have "Everything can be esoteric if you manifest hard enough with its aid".

Leaving this here because I find it needed and very meaningful on a personal level for me to remember forever when I look back to this blog over the years. I'll talk more about it under the cut for the ones curious but isn't needed if you prefer to just look at my scratchy artwork (quotes are from pinterest).

WARNING: I'll ramble about my pop culture magic practices. They are VERY personal but I feel what I learned from it deserves to have a spotlight here being tied to my creativity. If any of you don't vibe and/or believe on such, I suggest moving on. Thanks!.

(PS Copy and Paste from my IG! I tend to share more of these explorations there on temporal Stories)

Some of you have seen slightly over this year my crazy exploration of what looks like an artist who started with a simple fixation to then hurl some sort of "celebrations" with candles and animal figurines. Yeah, like what the photos show hahaha. No worries, I'm fine. I'm not raising a cult or going mad by some comical eldritch revelation (I wish). (jkjkjk). In all seriousness: some of you already know but for the ones that don't, I'm a witch. Mostly the "Moon Stalker" type follows rituals related to the cycle of it. I work a bit with the four elements too, and know a tad about divination with cards, and "classic" witchy things. Tho I never delved into spellcasting and kept everything in a tidy box of the expected... until I learned the past year about Pop Culture Magic, with pagans and witches that make use of modern iconography and even reinvent the formula to tie better to their lifestyle instead of following recipes to a T. Something I found PERFECT for my eclectic way to interpret these practices. For the first time, I tried not only my own spells but created a magic partner, "Bodyguard Badger" the servitor! It will sound dummy but during half of the year, through this make-believe experience, I kept tabs on my mental health and body awareness I was so dragged when things went south economically-emotionally where I live. And I wished for some of that energy I already got attached to actually BE there for me, weaponize it to my advantage.

To embody something that would help me stand for myself when everyone out there tried to step over my existence. Or to keep in control when it was obvious things weren't on my hands, because sometimes I needed to let things be and not try to repair everything out of my jurisdiction.

This little critter reminded me of that. Or more like, reinforced on me the worth of my energy and time.

To don't hesitate to cut what was making me sick from the inside out or face certain people's attitude with the indifference they deserved for trying to press their naughty views on me.

Six months later, when I felt it accomplished its task (I endured the loss of a pet, and of my job without much fuzz but a bit of collected indignation), I gave it one last "feast" ritual and said goodbye to the servitor on the past last Full Moon. Idk if any of this makes sense but for me, it meant so much. Creating something that caters to my tastes and whims on a raw level. Something that mixes what I know with what I'm still learning. Is so exciting to know I can do this! I will miss it. But I'm sure someday I'll call it again: It's never far away from my grasp!

[princesssarcastia]

watching the clone wars and thinking about The Logistical Problem of Barriss Offee's appearance in both Attack of the Clones and in The Clone Wars. and the ways you can solve or reconcile it as such.

She's at the first battle of Geonosis, presumably with her master, Luminara, and she's not the only padawan there with their master. presumably they only brought older, experienced padawans with them—ones nearly ready to be knighted. but when we next see her, in the TV show, she's still a padawan. they knighted anakin "full of emotions and attachments and pretty clearly not ready" skywalker before they knighted her. there's a few watsonian ways that could shake out.

absurd option: barriss experiences some kind of age regression between the very start of the war, and the middle of it where we see her again. sith artifact, separatist weapon, weird force squall erupting right beneath her, whatever. no one ever talks about it because, well, it's sort of rude to bring up. plus, barriss at any age would probably rather die than admit she's disquieted by the loss of several years of her life and self. but it would explain why she isn't knighted when they're knighting pretty much everyone.

it would also be another reason added to the pile explaining why she sort of had a breakdown before the war ends. one day you go to sleep, and the next you wake up somewhere you don't reecognize, surrounded by soldiers and war, and your master is telling you, "the last thing you remember was three years ago. get up, we have work to do." that'd knock anyone off balance

prodigy option: which padawans would you bring to a giant battle on an enemy planet? the older ones, sure, but more importantly: the ones who know how to fight. the ones who are good at it, who have a knack for it. the idea that barriss offee is too young to be knighted before the war is over, but too good with a blade to leave behind when they need their best? scintillating. tell me more.

tell me about the apprentice to a master diplomat with a level head, a sweet young girl with impeccable manners—and an uncanny and incongruous talent for defeating her opponents in spars and cutting down her enemies in the field. who even at, what, 15? moves so efficiently and purposefully through a conflict she dances. who the temple battlemaster praises as one of the incomparables of her generation.

talk to me about how the order decides to make use of her warrior's body without realizing she, as a middling-aged teen, doesn't have a warrior's mind. making use of it too young and too much and too long for her to bear, until she eventually snaps. radicalizes. decides to fight the violence that's killing her the only way she's learned how: with more violence.

interference from on high option: i'm frankly using anakin as a yardstick here, but maybe he shouldn't be. there's also the chance that she's not even that much younger than anakin, but the council is much less willing to interfere with any other padawan, in any other master-padawan relationship. And most other teenagers aren't supposed to be knighted.

So Anakin and Barriss are peers, but Luminara hasn't had the council breathing down her neck and interfering the way Obi-Wan clearly has. Anakin gets knighted, and it strikes Barriss as odd. Though she would never presume to say it, he clearly lacks necessary control over his emotions, and a certain wisdom and self-mastery Barriss thought was necessary to become a Jedi Knight. But the council has knighted him, so clearly he must be a jedi knight, and have the necessary qualities as such.

And though Barriss would never presume to ask Luminara, Luminara can see her almost-side-eye, her calculation, and wants to stop it before it turns into comparison. "Knighting a padawan before they are ready is often the result when those outside an apprenticeship make such decisions as should be left to those within it."

red flags option: or perhaps, after surviving the battle of geonosis, and being somewhat more outwardly stable than skywalker; being the picture perfect image of a dutiful jedi; the council pushes for Barriss to be knighted at the start of the war, or soon after—and Luminara says no. Luminara says she's not ready.

And when they push back, Luminara goes so far as to warn them that she won't be overruled on or convinced to let go of her misgivings about, her own padawan (the was you have convinced and overruled some jedi i could mention, is what she doesn't say, but she's very much side-eyeing everyone else for that.). Barriss isn't ready, even if her peers are. Luminara can sense it.

Perhaps, if the galaxy was not at war, Barriss would be ready. But the war, the violence...it unsettles her. Disquiets her mind, in a way a jedi knight should not be disquieted, in Luminara's opinion. She waits, she supports, she guides Barriss with a firm hand, but that unsettled undercurrent never goes away.

In fact, Barriss, over the course of the war, becomes somehow less ready to be knighted than she was at the start of it. There's a brittleness to her that Luminara can sense, for all that it never reaches the surface. It goes on long enough that Luminara becomes resigned to the idea she and her apprentice will remain stuck in this holding pattern until the war is ended.

Perhaps Barris will finally be knighted once this war is over, Luminara mulls over, as she leaves Barris behind on Coruscant so she re-center herself for the battles to come. Surely it can't be long now. Surely, I can see the galaxy to peace for the sake of my padawan.

Luminara knew she wasn't ready to become a Jedi Knight. but she never expected....never saw....

How could she not have seen?

[ivory--raven]

Hi there!

4, 12, 20

🦊

Hi fox anon!

4 - do you like your name? is there another name you think would fit you better?

I do. I used to hate my legal name and say I'd change it. It weighed on me. America isn't necessarily a place you can get away with a name like mine without a few sideways comments. At least, not here. It isn't necessarily easy to cope with, being demonized as a child, cool though some people find it. Trust me, when you're a little autistic girl already doing the Evita check anytime you're with people ("eyes, mouth, hair, figure, dress, voice, style, movement" - in other words, eye contact, smile, trying to have neat straight hair, not doing the flat affect you default to, not flapping your hands, carrying your body right, and explaining you don't have an infectious disease) the absolute worst thing is to feel rejected because of something you could never have tried to control.

Gabriel from the cult who I met volunteering in 1831 told me his mother would kill him if she knew about me and both of us were quite literal minded. I was also a girl and an outsider at that and I'm sure that was a thing too but it wasn't the final straw. This is sort of funnier now that I know if I'd been assigned the other way at birth, my name would've been Gabriel. My brother also weaponized our names religiously and it was a whole thing. And then pop culture caught up to us - or rather, my age peers and I caught up to it - and I had several very weird summer camps where I graduated from an odd and off-putting child to one who was brought out by peers who were stuck with me as a curiosity. Not included per se but interesting enough via my name, and by being British, that I was worth keeping around and brought out to say tomato and Doctor Who and Harry Potter and listen to the things they had to tell me based on my name. If I could go back, I'd want my younger self to have the self confidence to start a weeklong 'cult.' And most people who didn't know it and react to it couldn't pronounce it or spell it, which gets annoying. I've been called everything bearing any resemblance to my actual name and nicknames.

I grew into it. And I like it now. It shaped me in some ways, and I wear it better now, and as I spend more time with people my age who are less silly about it, it is in some ways just my name. And in some ways it makes me think maybe I can do things. And it's mine, and I'm a little bit possessive of it.

Ivy is a name I've been using for myself in some form since I was... gosh, nine, maybe? Something like that. It's got a link to something else and then there's the fact that it was my Warriors OC/in person roleplay character's prefix. I nicked it partially from Ivypool when she was Ivypaw and training with Hawkfrost in the Dark Forest. I sometimes think other names might fit me better - I love a C start, and there were several C names I was nearly called, anything with Cleo (and yes, they did list Cleopatra) or Clio, and I like Callisto but I've now met a Callisto, and I like Catriona but my parents couldn't agree on how to pronounce it so I don't know how I would. And I think I could pull off Tamsin or Peter or Edwin. But I chose Ivy, and I'm attached and I recognize it as my name, and I like it.

... that was really long lmao sorry I'm going to do the others separately.

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Another couple for Cian!

9. what is your character's trigger point? What makes them angry, sad, or makes them go off?

13. Describe your character's typical wardrobe for the regular day.

20. Does your character have a comfort item?

49. What's your character's biggest fear? Most irrational?

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9) Cian is someone who is very much in control at any and all times. It was learned early on in life that he was better off blending in and not appearing any different from anyone else. Therapy certainly had the opposite effect and simply made him that much better at what he was planning and enacting those plans. That being said, there is plenty that aggravates and upsets him. When things don't go to plan or how he anticipates them, it aggravates him. There is always a meticulous level of planning that goes into his darker activities, to the point that he has contingency plans and anticipation of how people will react. So when something deviates from that, its a level of frustration that can boil over into anger. People not respecting him definitely rubs nerves raw, though he knows how to grin and bear it, though they quickly appear on his list of victims. That constant push and disrespect, if it doesn't curb, can eventually make him go off and lose his cool. In the middle of a kill, there is an expectation of a victim fighting back, however if they do it to the point that he isn't able to accomplish what he plans to do, he becomes incredibly angry. If he has someone he considers his, victim or potential significant other, and someone else touches them, then Cian becomes very unpredictable and uncontrollable. The violence that it unleashes is a sure sign of his anger. In terms of sadness, there are very, very few things that actually trigger that sort of emotion for him. As an adult, he can't recall the last time that he felt sad. it is certainly part of whatever diagnosis that the doctors and therapists gave him when he was younger. The last time he was genuinely sad, was when his beloved childhood dog died. Not by his hand like most of the pets that the Byrnes had, but one that he was attached to and had felt as if the dog had understood him, since it was fiercely protective of him and disliked most people.

13) Typical wardrobe: When he is working? Carhartt pants, boots, and general t-shirts. Things that can get dirty, hold up to the sort of physical work that he does, and that will last a bit through it all. Straight forward without too much deviation. He had found that the clothes work well and held up to the wear, tear, and abuse that they undergo when he is doing anything from demolition to painting to tile work. Outside of work? Jeans, t-shirts, hoodies. Nothing super descript and nothing that makes him stand out. You wouldn't exact be able to tell he has money when you see him out and about. Which was the entire point. Comfortable and easy to move in, but also just airing on the side of large so that he could hide a weapon if need he. An ankle holster for a knife is almost always present.

20) Comfort items? In a traditional sense? No. There isn't anything that could be considered a comfort item. However, there are certain things that he holds onto and brings with him on his kills. It's almost more of a superstitious manner. The knife that he used to complete his kill is always on him, even if it is something that he can't use anymore. It's often strapped to his calf. If push comes to shove, he could still manage to kill someone with it, just not by stabbing or cutting.

49) Biggest fear? Most irrational? There isn't much that he gives thought to and not to sound cliche, but it's honestly making a mistake and getting caught. He is confident to the point that he tells himself it won't happen but is also intelligent enough to know that someone can not be 100% on at all times. It's the reason he is so thoughtful and thorough with his planning. But there is always that risk, and it's kept in the back of his mind. In terms of irrational, he would say he doesn't have any. However, the man isn't fond of clowns. There's something about them that just grinds against his mind in the wrong way and sets him on edge. He doesn't immediately recognize it as a fear. Just a dislike and an intense desire to kill one when he sees one.

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Shurima Reimagined

I love Shurima's storyline. Despite all my initial resentment for it during the Great Retcon, I've come to grow deeply attached to this region, its characters, and its history. Compared to the Shadow Isles, I think it's one of the best-handled narratives in all of League of Legends lore.

In spite of that, I still have a couple issues. Primary among them is that certain parts of the Shuriman storyline feel extremely disconnected or like they have massive gaps missing. This is most evident in the two-part trailer for Azir's release, in which the second trailer just seems to sort of... Forget the antagonists?

Like, where are Xerath, Renekton, and Cassiopeia while Azir is getting revived? Are they still in the tomb? Have they made it back up to the surface? Does Cassiopeia ever even interact with the mad demigods she set free? And what is Xerath's initial reaction to seeing the city he destroyed ages ago suddenly revived? Evidently he doesn't think to investigate it because Azir's shortstory reveals that he doesn't know anything that happened around his death until he basically uses the sands to Moody Blues his final moments and reveal Xerath's betrayal. In short: at no point are we led to believe that Azir and Xerath have even MET in their Ascended forms yet.

There's also just the permeation of Riot's bad habits that things happen "because magic." Cassiopeia was bitten by a big stone snake and its venom turned her into a snake lady with poison powers... Rather than just killing her, I guess. Azir was revived because Sivir conveniently bled onto the spot he died centuries ago, and he Ascended because a conveniently beam of sunlight struck him from somewhere underground (this is supposed to be proof of his 'worthiness' to Ascended but Xerath's story makes it explicitly clear that this is BS.)

So yeah, without further ado, here are some of the changes I'd make to Shurima. Nothing as drastic as my previous ones, but hopefully you'll all still enjoy.

Fundamental Changes

-Members of the Shuriman royal line have trace amounts of Celestial magic in their veins.

-The Chalicar is a weapon passed down through the royal line since the empire's founding. Legends say it hails from the heavens and possesses a hidden power, though none have been able to wield it to its full extent for ages.

-Setaka was a member of the royal family who came closer than any other to unlocking the Chalicar's hidden potential. It is for that reason she was chosen to Ascend and lead the Ascended Host during her time.

-Azir never planned to release all the slaves. He does, however, free Xerath right before attempting to Ascend.

Azir: "Xerath, you have a been a true friend and brother to me, and now, my final act as a mortal is to at last uphold my promise to you. I know that you shall continue to faithfully serve me, once I emerge from the sacred light."

Xerath: "...No, Azir. I shall not serve you, nor anyone else, any longer!"

-Rather than incinerate Azir, Xerath instead casts a curse to imprison the emperor in stone just he starts to Ascend (Cassiopeia can later get this ability from him.)

-Xerath draws all the power of the Sun Disc into himself as before, causing a violent explosion that destroys the capital.

-Nasus, Renekton and Xerath fight for a time before they resort to using the sarcophagus to try and trap him.

-As before, the resulting power gap causes members of the Ascended host to turn on one-another and war for control of Shurima. This conflict rages for over a hundred years before the Aspects conspire to intervene.

-The war was just fueled by lingering grudges and greed; there was no influence from the Void or hemomancy.

-The Chalicar, a weapon with the power to store Celestial energy, is used to kill every member of the Ascended Host save for Nasus and Renekton by draining the solar magic from them, rather than blasting them with moonlight.

-The Chalicar is returned to Setaka's tomb until it is found by Sivir, who is able to harness the Celestial magics within thanks to the traces of royal blood within her.

-The Tomb of the Emperors is sealed with a powerful enchantment, which ancient writing claims can only be undone by royal blood. Surprisingly, the seal seems to react to Sivir's presence.

-Cassiopeia stabs Sivir and attempts to open the tomb using her blood, rather than the Chalicar.

-The Guardian Serpent springs to life and fills the chamber with poison mist. In desperation, Cassiopeia continues onward, hoping to escape the poison by taking shelter in the tomb, which does indeed open for Sivir's blood. In doing this, she inadvertently sets free Xerath and Renekton (as well as the energy zombies that Xerath apparently made while he was stuck in there.)

-Cassiopeia was transformed into a Baccai via Xerath's magic. His power mixing with the poison in her veins is what caused her to take on a serpentine form.

-Sivir flees the chaos, seeking the Oasis of the Dawn said to be hidden beneath the capital in the hopes of healing her wounds.

-Sivir bathes in the water and her wounds heal. Before she can leave, though, Sivir notices a strange stone figure nearby bearing an expression of pain. For reasons she can't explain, Sivir feels an odd sense of kinship with him, and pulls the figure into the Oasis of the Dawn.

-Sivir is not a direct descendant of Azir, but Setaka (who had children before Ascending.) Royal blood still binds her to him, though.

-Azir is freed from his petrifying curse, and he and Sivir take some time to catch up and explain the situation to one-another.

-Once Azir learns that Xerath is free and the Ascended Host are no longer alive to face him, the emperor resolves to stand against his old friend. Sivir is convinced, albeit reluctantly, to help Azir Ascend using the Chalicar.

-Azir undergoes a modified Rite of Ascension, using Celestial power stored within the Chalicar. Because it contains the power of the Ascended Host slain in Nerimazeth, Azir is able to draw on their collective strength to rebuild the capital.

-Azir's magic allows him to conjure soldiers and weapons of the Ascended Host from the sand; this includes the Ascended themselves, but they lack the same strength and autonomy they once did in life.

-By this point, Xerath, Renekton and Cassiopeia have long-since left the tomb. Xerath promises Renekton vengeance against Nasus, and Cassiopeia even greater power in exchange for her loyalty.

-The War for Shurima begins anew as Xerath and Azir both seek to amass power and influence across the continent, waiting for the day they might meet face-to-face once again.