#as long as the situation with the other train won't prolong

[theflyingfeeling]

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fuck trains lmao

[writers-potion]

Writing Female Fighters

The Heroine Must. Fight.

Today's female protagonists cannot sit on the side crying and breaking down or whimpering as the battle ensues.

Readers want to see autonomous female fighters who can at least defense themselves with courage and adequate skill.

Not all women are the same, but the heroine should get her butt moving.

Less Muscle, but More Flexibilty

The average woman is shorter than the average man, which makes it more difficult to wield a long sword or slam something down on the opponent's head.

A woman who works out can plausibly be stronger than a male couch potato, but if her male counterpart works out as much as her, the man is going to be much stronger.

On the other hand, the center of gravity in a woman's body is lower than a man's which makes it harder to knock her off her feet.

She is also more flexible, which gives her advantage in grappling fights, making use of complex landscapes, or deflecting blows.

A woman's small size can also be an advantage if her opponent has only ever trained with male opponents. His big hands might not get a good grip on her slender limbs.

In historical fiction, giving your heroine good muscule build can be tricky as exercise was generally considered harmful for women, with some exceptions for horseriding any maybe archery at best.

In such cases, make your heroine an accomplished dancer or an eager horsewoman, or the only girl whose father considered to be son replacement and thus, gave her a boy's education.

Women of lower classes who couldn't afford to be fashionably weak will be plausibly stronger, perhaps even more than an idle gentleman.

More Room for Negotiation, but Prolonged Ruthlessness

In the Suspense part of your fight scene, females are more likely to negotiate and talk more, strategically trying to descalate the situation rather than attacking on a momentary impulse.

Generally, women are less aggressive than men and remain level-headed longer than her male counterparts, opting for non-violent methods first before using force.

Exceptions apply if she is trying to protect her children (or someone who she cares for as a child). Mothers can be tigresses.

A female pre-fight conversation may be: "If you had not done so-and-so and betrayed me with so-and-so, we could have been good friends as I thought we would be." "What do you mean? It was in fact you who brought bad blood between us. I can still hear you laughing with so-and-so, taunting me, purposefully making me look bad -" "But that was so long ago! If you want me to say sorry about something so insignificant, you should have just said so: I'm sorry. There. Satisfied?" "Ha! I can't believe you say that so easily. You still don't get it, do you?" "Who's being petty and unreasonable now?"

A male pre-fight conversation will be shorter: "Who's the coward now?" "You're wrong." "Prove it." "Bastard."

Compared to men, it will take more time for a woman's fight hormones (adrenaline, neurotransmitters and such) to kick in.

She would be slower to engage initially, throwing reluctant punches and thinking, but she'll grow more and more violent and lose all rational thought and compassion, and once she's in full flow, may not stop even when her opponent begs for mercy.

When writing a male-female duo, you can show him going for the first blow while she observes and strategizes first. When he's past his peak and panting, she is flying about left and right. Later when the tension wears off and she becomes wobbly and teary, she can rely on him to have recovered faster and distract other teammates so that they won't see her cry.

Plausible Skills and Backstory

In many cultures and time periods, the general attitude of society towards girls is that they have no place in fist fights or martial arts, unlike how it is encouraged for boys of the same age. So if your heroine has physical prowess that surpasses typical 'fitness' or is hidden, build a backstory of how she's obtained it.

For modern heroines, it can be as simple as signing her up for martial arts classes or yearly membership at the local gym. For historical fiction or girls with strict 'feminine' upbringing, it can be trickier.

It can be related to profession: maybe she was an erotic wrestler, catfighter, or an assasin who thought killing was more honorable than prostitution. They may have dabbles with it for a short time and is now trying to hide their past from their respectable employer or fiance.

It can be family backstory: Perhaps her mother was an accomplished martial artist or she had to fend for younger siblings on the streets from an early age. Maybe she was the only girl in a family of many boys who refused to be the punching bag.

Inexperienced Female Fighters

A woman with no fighting experience or training is likely to resort to one of these on instinct:

Try to talk herself out of the situation, attempting to persuade or negotiate for her life.

Grab something to use as a weapon. This instinct seems to be stronger for women than it is in men.

Use her hands to try and break free, or kick (often wth little success)

Pull hair

Scratch.

In a serious fight, pulling hair and scratching won't be helpful, except when the police come to find her body, they would find the opponent's DNA under her fingernails.

Plausible Weapons and Clothing

All of the above applies to scenes where both parties have no weapons, or has the bare minimum (like one dagger each).

Weapons are equalizers, and if your heroine is pointing a gun at her opponent she will definitely NOT hesitate to be the one to shoot first.

When giving your female character a weapon, choose one she can plausibly use. It would take an unusually brawny woman to wield a great medieval longsword.

For historical fiction, give your heroine something she'll plausibly own. Swords and firearm were a no-go for women, but archery was borderline acceptable.

For clothing starters, you definitely CAN NOT dress her in a tight miniskirt and chainmail bra with long, flowy hair and multiple silver chockers. Unless she's trying to seduce her way into her opponent's bedroom, and he has a chainmail bra fetish.

A practical heroine will have her thighs covered, preferably with leather but at least with fabric, since a lot of blood flows through the thighs and a slash would be critical.

She'll keep her hair tied, tucked under a helmet, braided back, etc. so that it won't impede her vision.

She'll support her breasts with a strong sport bra. In a historical eprioid, she'll either tie her breasts tight with a fabric bandage or support them with some kind of leather corset.

Invent a female version of male fighter clothing of the time you are writing about if it doesn't exist.

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[belit0]

Hello, i know you have done 12 for madara but instead could you have the roles switched and reader finds him moaning their name, but gets embarrassed for being caught Master baiting😆. Who doesn't love submissive madara.

Number 12 of the NSFW prompts! but inverted.

It would be a bit bizarre to think about the most virtuous ninja in terms of producing fire losing consciousness from heat and steam, but (Y/N) won't risk it.

The shower has been running for a long time, and she starts to worry.

Considering that Madara likes to go into the bath for at least forty minutes after training all afternoon, today's situation exceeds the norm, leading to almost an hour by the clock underwater.

Yes, maybe the bathroom is somewhat his safe place, finding peace in the shower and not having to think about all the matters he normally has to attend to, but what if he passed out because of the steam? What if he ran out of oxygen and lies on the floor?

She walks up to the bathroom door and knocks softly, not intending to disturb or interrupt yet distressed by the situation. "Madara?" She asks almost without volume, her voice timid when it comes to distracting her husband during moments he values.

There are a few contexts where the Uchiha gets irritated by being needed, such as while writing an important letter, meditating, cooking, bathing, grounds where he needs pure concentration and calm, moments where he gets angry if someone calls his name.

"Madara? Are you okay?" she tries again, knocking on the wood a little harder. The only response is the sound of water splashing against the tile. Worry rises, anxiety builds, and with increasing doubt and nervousness (Y/N) decides there is no other option left.

She slowly opens the door and expects a startled gasp, something like "WHAT THE FUCK (Y/N)!", but the only thing she hears confuses her even more. Her name, repeated over and over again in a tone she knows very well, a voice he only uses in their most intimate moments, in nights of love and fire.

He chants it like a melody, each letter sliding across Madara's tongue as honey, and she can't help but blush. She wonders to herself if it is right to stay listening, if it is right to intrude on a private moment where he clearly isn't noticing her presence, but opts for the action the Uchiha himself would take if it were him standing in the bathroom doorway.

Steam escapes through the new airway (Y/N) creates upon entering as the woman sits on the closed toilet lid, still undetected. Her man, fully engaged in the task at hand, keeps touching himself.

One hand resting on the wall and his head under the water, he uses the other to slowly and torturously masturbate as if he were deliberately delaying his pleasure. Always with a passion for suffering, the Uchiha seems to be trying to push himself to the limit, holding back his release as long as he can.

With his eyes closed and his hair covering his face, (Y/N) regrets not being able to appreciate his expression, but has no problem mentally visualizing it either. He continues to moan her name between ragged breaths and exertion, tiny bodily reflexes making him tremble in the face of his prolonged supplies.

"You weren't planning on inviting me" She deigns to speak, her voice booming against the bathroom walls as she crosses one leg over the other and rests an elbow on the toilet tank to support her face with her hand. The man is surprised, turning around and abruptly stopping his act of self-love.

"WHAT THE FUCK (Y/N)!" Finally, the line she anticipated arrives, and can't help but smile at the purity of her Uchiha, how well she knows him, and how easy it is to predict his moves. With both eyes about to pop out of his face and his mouth open, he tries to cover himself with both hands, suddenly feeling exposed.

"I didn't tell you to stop, go ahead." She encourages him to continue, not moving her gaze off him, eyes fixed between his legs, waiting for him to rush his hands and get back to the task. A smirk graces the woman's face, and she chooses not to be so hard on him.

Not at first, at least.

"I can't... if you're looking at me like that..."

"You were moaning for me, weren't you? Now you've got me here, give me a good show." The firmness of her voice gives no room for doubt, and with the door still open the steam continues to escape, giving less and less shelter to Madara's naked form.

His face transmutes into different emotions, but he soon understands it is not a request, it is an order, and he has no choice but to give her what she desires.

They both know (Y/N) is in charge.

[elisethetraveller]

Continued from; misstantabismuses

Silco respectfully stepped outside of the medical den, understanding the severity of the situation. The sickly season always hit Zaun the hardest. Funny enough, it was not the winter months, which did most people in, as Piltover liked to assume. It was the time from the beginning of May to the first frost of the winter. And as hardened as Zaunites were due to living in absolutely dreadful conditions and inhaling fumes and toxins every day, the diseases, which especially came from Piltover's trading with distant nations, still did in hundreds, no, thousands of them each year!

Unfortunately, Zaun didn't have the medical equipment and space necessary to treat patients effectively. The amount of Zaunites, who could even qualify as a nurse, let alone a Doctor, was shockingly small. Singed was probably the only properly trained doctor of the Undercity, and for most people, he was seen as the absolute last resort.

Piltover left Zaun alone with its yearly epidemics, and in Silco's eyes, that alone was a reason to condemn them. Oh, how much he longed for them to experience an epidemic all of their own. One, which ravaged their population and killed them in the hundreds. But alas, they had the one thing, Zaun was lacking and needing just as much, if not more than clean air: A proper healthcare system and the necessary medical institutions.

As Elise stepped out, Silco explained: "I have come to ask if you have any idea as to what epidemic we are dealing with here. Trust me, we know most diseases, people can get during the sickly season and nowadays, we can identify most things, even if our treatments are still lacking. However, this fever and cough, followed by prolonged, comatose-like sleep, this wasting away is something, we have never seen before and it worries us a lot. As we don't know if the cold snap will be enough to end this epidemic."

Following Silco out of the medical den, a red sheen passed over the mage as she sanitized herself. Hair billowing for a moment, the only evidence of what her spell was for were the traces of grim falling off like dust. Her body could deal with internal containment, but better safe than sorry. She might not get sick, but Elise would hate to carry the disease around, infecting others.

Elise tried to not step outside too often, at least not without a disguise. There were always people outside. A crowd, either looking for help or to gawk. Glancing around, the mage took stock of the people waiting for medical aid. They had tried to implement a containment system to keep those here due to the disease away from everyone else, but it was difficult to maintain. People were anxious, some even angry. A woman had broken into the den not long ago, demanding to know why they wasted time on those already claimed by the sleep. There were no good answers. None except the fact they were trying to help. She was trying to help.

"Then I am afraid I won't have any good news for you. I don't know what is causing this. However, I have seen a similar disease before." Still, that did not bring with it good news. "I was in an old war zone. A bioweapon had been dropped a few generations ago, and the chemicals affected the fauna. A local flower's pollen became toxic, almost like a spore. It caused a brain infection when inhaled. But that was…Somewhere far away from here, so I have no idea if we are dealing with the same disease or if the afflictions are just similar. However, I know your water and the air are full of chemicals. So it seems likely." Holding up her hand, one of the crystals around her wrist glided into her palm.

A dull glow emerged from within the tiny stone as a holographic structure emerged above it. "Not to mention there is some form of fungus in the brain of every single person who has reached the sleep state." The illusion of a brain twisted, a section lighting up, before it disappeared again, and the crystal returned to rest along with the others. "But from what I can't tell." The mage concluded with a sigh. "So, as I said, not a lot of good news."

( @misstantabismuses )

[madebydun]

ok. while technically all of the things stated above are true i must add a "BUT", just to clarify some things because the situation is a bit more nuanced. The most honest answer to a question I received "is travelling in Europe really this cheap?!" is: it depends (i know, everyone's favourite answer). The amount of vacation days is regulated by the type of job contract you have signed and it varies from country to country. Therefore there are situations/jobs where you can have even 30 days of vacations and there are contracts/countries that give you exactly zero (0) :/ And no matter the part of the world you live in i don't need to tell you how capitalism works and that a lot of employers are awful and try to give you the worst conditions they can (in this case giving you the shitty job contract) -_-

Travelling itself: distances: the whole European continent is just sligthly bigger than all of USA, so naturally, it makes going to another country waaaaay easier. It's not like we leave our continent that often (most people never do actually), so it is comparable to never leaving USA (the whole North America is over 2 times bigger than Europe). prices: it depends on the destination, time and luggage. The mindblowing prices mentioned above are only available in cheap flight companies like Wizzair, Ryanair etc. They naturally offer less comfort, no onboard "luxuries" whatsoever (forget about even a glass of water), sometimes further airports and so on. They also have a lot of unfair practices but it's a topic for another post. If you want to travel by a "normal" airline, like Lufthansa, SAS, Turkish Airlines, Lot or whatever else you get the standard prices. The cheap airlines' prices also vary depending on a time and destination. There are places and days when it's simply impossible to travel that cheap. Usually the cheap destinationas are the most popular ones (like Warsaw-London mentioned above). So if you are paying that little you are probably doing a city break in a big metropolis, in a completely random dates, usually in the middle of the week. And you planned it either last minute or very far ahead. Moreover, you are travelling with just the small cabin item! 20 £ is not a price you can get for a flight with even a small suitcase (this feature is only available in cheap airlines, the standard ones have luggage included). And the prices for a cabin luggage costs usually as much as the flight itself. Not to mention this price doesn't include any insurance, seat choice and other "extras". But if you want to travel cheap you need to give up such "luxuries" like flying next to your friend ;P You also have to sometimes acommodate to flying from another city nearby or to a further airport.

Here is more acurate look at the prices of Warsaw - London (again, very popular destination, with few airlines to choose from) flights with just small item for summer 2024. You see how they vary. The second picture are exactly the same flights but with cabin luggage (the small suitcase that fits in the locker above your head). For comparison I'm adding prices for Warsaw-Frankfurt am Main (west Germany): this destination is not covered by cheap flights, so you have to use the "standard" companies like Lufthansa.

Additional info: internatinal buses and trains. Buses are usually the cheapest form of travel but ofc they are uncomfortable and take the longest. This picture shows a very (the most?) popular european bus company. Again, some prices for Warsaw-London and Warsaw-Frankfurt for comparison (but they let you have much bigger luggage). Now you see that it all depends heavily on a looooot of things XD

I won't prolong it even more by explaining trains, I'm just gonna say that they're the most comfortable, slightly faster than buses, the most eco, but the most expensive too when it comes to long distance travelling.

Hope it gives you slightly wider look at the travelling options for European people ^^ Having said all that I can confirm that if you're a middle class person you can afford to go for a cheap/moderate vacation once a year/few years (depending what part of the wide range of middle class are you). If you do it in a "student" way - the absolute cheapest flights, hotels, food etc you're probably able to travel much more (and there are certain tricks that travel nerds use) but it's not a vacation a typical European family would go, for obvious reasons.

Having travelled around the continent a bit and met a lot of other Europeans during youth events I can also confirm that even though we come from different countries we do share a more or less similiar mindset. So, yes, we are stuck a bit in our own bubble too. And, as always, being open or close minded really depends on a person ;) If you have any further questions about Europe, our culture or how to travel (very) cheap and meet various people from all over the continent/world ask away. This nerd is at your service :D

since moving here ive noticed europeans have no concept of how few americans ever leave USA. every american tourist youve met is of an economic crust that is vastly unobtainable to the other like. 85% generously. no matter what you have believed i can guarantee this. even getting to canada isnt really a possibility and the mexico-US border is highly controlled and militarized.

to put it into perspective. a ~2 hour flight from london to warsaw is like. 30 to 45 USD?

and a 2 hour flight from one US city to another would be about 130 USD

it was very cheap to fly here. i make over 100k USD now and i dont know if ill ever be able to afford leaving. if that gives you an idea of how prohibitive travel is here. i havent even touched on how the US has Zero guaranteed holidays by the govt. many people here go years without ever having an entire week off of work

this has had a like. massive impact on American Brain and they dont even know it because travel isnt even a consideration economically. they dont even know how much more vacation time european countries have guaranteed

[hajimeiwaswife]

SUFFOCATING

Word count: 3,4K

+18 MINORS DNI

Wanings: Incest; Oral (female!receiving); Finger Fucking; Sister!Reader; Big brother!Toya Todoroki

Summary: How does it feel to have the love of your life being your own older brother.

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Suffocating. That's the word I would use to describe living in this house, suffocating. So many expectations, so many disappointments, so many secrets. No one knew what happened in the Todoroki household at all, and I doubted anyone wanted to really learn what the number 1 hero created out of his children.

Fuyumi pretended everything was and always had been normal, waking up every day to prepare breakfast and then working on her school for eight hours, ignoring the clear signs on the need for therapy to acknowledge the trauma of having been left behind ever since she was born.

Natsuo hated it. He hated the house, he hated our dad and he hated the environment of self-pity that scented the walls. College was his only scape, his sacred place to be away from all of us, even if it was consuming him and his time to all its extent. He was already on his second master, trying to prolong returning home before having enough money to leave.

Shoto had already left, the moment he graduated from UA he decided to go live with his friend Izuku until he could earn enough to buy his own apartment. He kept his distance from us all, and I couldn't really blame him. Who would want to stay in a place that brought him the memories of being abused and used as a doll to fulfil his father's dreams?

Toya and I were another story, though. As Fuyumi, we both needed therapy; as Natsuo, we hated being trapped; as Shoto, this house reminded us of our horrible past. So, what made us different?

We were sick, we knew, and even if we were aware of it, we loved to wrapped ourselves in that wonderful scent called incest. Inside this house we weren't as abnormal as society wanted us to believe, we were just people who loved each other. Leaving would force as to realize that what we were doing was, in fact, horrendous.

Endeavor gave up on us a long time ago, he tried to separate us the moment Fuyumi told him about our encounters and affairs, but he was tired of coming to my room every single night to find the same scenario as the day before: Toya being balls deep inside me. He grew used to us being around each other at all times, to me kissing Toya's burns after training, to Toya hugging me from behind when it was my turn to cook; to us living as a married couple even though we were siblings.

Another secret added to Endeavor's amazing management of his family.

However, he made us promise to not tell mom in order to leave us live our life as we pleased. I complied, Toya did not. The moment mom was discharged from the hospital and came to see us, Toya's tongue was already on my throat for mom to see. He was used to do whatever he wanted without consequences, and who was I to stop his desires? I loved him, with or without his narcissistic mannerisms.

"At last, I can introduce you to my wife, mom!" Toya exclaimed, a thread of saliva still linking us both to each other, his right arm over my shoulders, "Isn't she pretty? You must know, you made her for me, didn't you?"

His mocking tone and the heat of the situation caused our mom to faint, falling in the arms of a desperate Fuyumi and surrounded by Enji's angry screams. Toya didn't care, though, he just brought me with him to his room while the commotion kept going in the living room.

Next thing I knew, he was eating me out, my moans surpassing the argument between our siblings and our father. He always knew how to make me feel better, he always knew how to take care of every problem presented at us. I loved him.

Diner that night was a nightmare, mom couldn't look at us in the eyes. I couldn't blame her, it wasn't the easiest thing to accept a romantic-sexual relationship between two of your children. I just hoped she would leave us the same as dad.

"I won't allow such a behaviour in my house," she told us when our siblings were all moving to the place dad had prepared for them, away from him, "I can't enter on what your father lets and doesn't let you do, but I won't allow this―uh, thing, to continue."

Toya just smirked at her words. We stayed with our father, and I was sure he was thrilled to make his life a nightmare. Fucking me in the couch when Endeavor was trying to watch his football team play; sucking on my tits on the table in the dining room while Endeavor was having breakfast; making me suck his dick as a 'good little sister-wife' every time Enji had to bring Hawks home to talk about some special operation.

Toya also loved to remind our father of "Who's at fault that your oldest and your youngest are in a relationship." Endeavor learned how to ignore us, he had to in order to survive the hell his house had become for him. He finally understood how his children had lived ever since they were born.

"If you hadn't had left such a cutie without monitoring on yours and mom's part ever since she was four, maybe this wouldn't have happened. Don't you think, Enji?"

"Shut up, Toya." He despised to hear Toya speaking about his youngest in that way. Enji thought a big brother should protect his little sister, not corrupt her to the core, "Just let it be for one meal, just that."

But it wasn't enough for Toya. I tried to persuade him to stop, to just live our lives the best we could as long as we were together, but his hate towards our father was the fuel that kept his flames alive, literal and metaphorically talking.

It wasn't the first time Toya had burnt our father's mattress after using it to fuck me dumb, and it wouldn't be the last, that was for sure. One thing my brother had was bad temper, and ever since Enji replaced him for Shoto when we were kids, Toya's temper had grown to be one of the fiercest things Endeavor had to fight against.

Possessive he was, loving and caring, too. That was why Toya had the need to protect me from Endeavor ever since we were children. I was born with ice quirk, such as Fuyumi and Natsuo, and I had been an accident, to top it all. After Shoto was born, Endeavor was happy enough to stop his production of machines to find the one who would surpass All Might. But then, a year after Shoto joined the family, my mother announced she was pregnant. Of me.

Had I had the same abilities as Shoto, things would have been different. But for Enji I was just another disappointment to add to the list. But not to Toya. He took care of me, he was there when I lost my first teeth; he was there to support me on my academic achievements; he was there to take me in his arms and reassure that I was loved; he was there when I had my first period and everyone at home ignored me once I gathered the courage to ask for help, except for Toya.

I didn't realize what I felt for him until I was fifteen. Even then I decided it was for the best to keep it to myself and feign to only love him as what he was, my brother. When I turned eighteen, though, he came to my room to discuss something important, as he said.

"You know, you're my favourite out of the bunch of idiots we call siblings," he had said, lying on my bed and cuddling me, as he had been doing since forever, "Fuyumi should be in a psychiatric; Natsuo doesn't speak to anyone unless he's forced and Shoto―" he stopped, considering his words.

"I know," I sighed, looking up at him and caressing his cheek, "But you shouldn't put the blame on him, nii-chan."

He put his gaze on my eyes, a look of longing and lust on him, something I had already seen but never mentioned before. Taboo or not, Toya didn't care as he kissed me in desperation, searching for what we both wanted, seeking my love as I was already wrapping his.

"Yes, you're my favourite," he reassured.

That night we discovered that for loving there were no barriers, that no one could tell you to want or not the person you desire, that it was exiting to be in the other's arms. That suffocating shouldn't be a bad term, as Toya's warm and love was, indeed, suffocating.

  "There's something I would like to ask you," I was taken away from my thoughts as Toya spoke, leaning in the frame of the door of the room we shared.

"What is it, nii-chan?" He hummed, pleased by the honorific I used on him. He had admitted going feral by its use.

"Not here, dumbass. C'mon, stand up, we're going out."

I didn't question him, I just grabbed my jacket and followed him to the car. The night was cold, sending chills to my skin in the form of snowflakes; my quirk caused me to feel cold more often than not. Without saying, Toya wrapped me in a half-sided hug, his arm over my shoulders and pushing my face to the crook of his neck. He was always so warm.

The drive to wherever he wanted to go was quiet, he let me put the music I wanted, hold my hand with his left one and caressed my knuckles with his thumb. He was such a tender a caring boyfriend, I really didn't understand why Fuyumi couldn't understand how I fell for him.

That was such a fiery argument, my older sister blaming all the problems of the family on me, saying I was the cause of the cursed the Todoroki had upon ourselves, even when that curse was already there even before my birth. A curse that had been feeding on the craziness, pain and hypocrisy of the family for decades.

"Tempting him like that. Do you understand what you're doing to this family?" She had complained when I appeared in the dress Toya had gifted me for my nineteenth birthday.

"I don't think I follow you." Confused would be a very light term to express how lost I was in that conversation.

"Toya," Fuyumi pronounced his name with fear, "you've been wearing those, uh, clothes― of yours. He's chasing what he can't get outside, Y/N."

"You're saying he just wants my pussy," I replied, arching a brow at her direction.

"All I'm saying is that this family was a normal one until―,"

"Until dad decided to reject four of his children and abuse the one he proclaimed to be his heir, yes, I know, I was there."

Fuyumi's face took a red colour that was far from blushing. She was angry, angrier than I had ever seen her, but why?

"I'm not discussing this," she sighed, turning around and directing herself to the kitchen to continue cooking lunch, "I really don't understand how you two can be like that with each other."

Of course, it didn't end up there. Toya heard her and came in to rescue me and defend our honour as siblings and lovers, causing Natsuo, who was in the living room playing videogames, to enter the place out of curiosity. He ended up mediating between us three, meanwhile Shoto sat down on the table and decided to just eat his meal without farther comment than "Can anyone pass me the salt?"

Dad, on his part, sent us all to our rooms. All of us complained "First she snitches on us, then she creates an argument and now we're all blamed for her being fucking crazy!" could be heard from Toya's part; "But what have I done now?" from Natsuo; "Tell your daughter to mind her business" from me; "You're the disgrace of the family" from Fuyumi; and "I haven't finished my soba yet, old man" from Shoto.

Ever since, my relationship with Fuyumi went from cordial greetings on the corridor to wanting to pull her hair out of her scalp every time I saw her.

"Hey, where's that beautiful head of yours in?" Toya asked, parking the car near the beach that was forty minutes away from our house.

"Sorry, Toya, I was distracted," he hummed, opening the door.

I did the same and we both went to a little cliff that pointed to the dark sea in front of us. We sat in the peak, the cold sea breeze causing Toya to, again, wrapped me in his warmth. He took out a cigarette, which he lighted up with his own flames, puffing on it once before releasing the smoke in one large breath. He smelt like that smoke mixed with firewood and his expensive cologne, which I had gifted him in our previous anniversary.

The moon took upon the waves, serene and magical, waiting for something that would disturb their calm dance with the sea itself. It was, indeed, a beautiful night. Toya's profile was prettier, though. His blue eyes fixed in the sky in front of him, reflecting the light of the natural satellite and joining his own inner light; his marked chin pointed towards the sky, enjoying the wind that could cool down his own fire; the moles scattered in his cheek and temple were tempting me to kiss them until they faded; his pink-red lips were my object of desire, so plump and beautiful wrapping around the cigarette, painfully desirable. He was so handsome and ethereal.

"I think we should get married," he said after puffing his cigarette again, as calm as ever, as if he hadn't just proposed to me.

"Huh?" that was the only reply I could formulate, completely confused.

"I was thinking that maybe ―if you want, you know? We could get married and just, uh, get away from the rest of the family, I guess. Just you and me."

I was totally and deeply lost, he had just proposed to me as if he was asking for fire to light up another cigarette. However, at the same time, I found it adorable how awkward he could get, how his cheeks turned a light pink blush that he tried to pass as the light of the fire and not as his own embarrassment.

"I thought you didn't want to get married―,"

"Yeah, yeah, I know I said that," he continued in a bored tone and rolled his eyes, side-eyeing me, "but I can't stop thinking about how our problems would be less... well, problematic."

"I don't think we would be allowed to get married legally, though."

I wasn't going to lie, getting married to him was a dream I had been dreaming about for years, but I also comprehended that it was a utopia and senseless, no religious or public institution would let two siblings get married; and even if they did, none of our siblings would act as witnesses in the wedding.

"Don't worry about that," he kissed my temple, nuzzling his nose in my cheek as a loving gesture, "Nii-chan will get that solved. Just say yes."

I thought about it, not about saying 'yes', it was obvious what my reply would be, but about his ways to get someone to get us married. Who would he contact? Who did he know that was powerful enough for that? Nonetheless, I decided to push those thoughts away and ask any other day.

"Yes."

We celebrated our engagement the same way we did with birthdays. Fucking. He took me to the shore ignoring my complains of dirtying my hair with the sand and just fucked me senseless to the sound of the waves meeting the sea. Soulmates finding each other again and again.

  "What do you mean you're getting married in a week?" asked Toga, looking bewildered to her friend.

"It means I'm getting married in a week, are you deaf?"

"To your sister?"

"No, to some whore I found on the streets last Monday," Toya rolled his eyes, annoyed at the stupidness of his friend, "Of course to my sister, you psycho!"

"Never thought this day would arrived, don't blame me," the blonde girl shrugged her shoulders, now looking amused, "What do you need me for?"

"I need you and Twice to be our witnesses."

"Not your family, uh? Do they even know about this?"

The look on Toya's eyes was enough to make her shut her mouth. She knew the man was short tempered and she didn't want to be his next victim, so she just smiled again and nodded her head, snapping her fingers.

"Okay, I'll tell Twice,"

"Good."

  The ceremony wasn't something voluptuous, it was just us both, the councillor for Infrastructures ―who happened to be Toya's friend, Shigaraki―, and Toga and Twice. A very simple, but very nice, wedding that made us both legally wife and husband.

"Oh, to be Endeavor and have such beautiful children to give love to each other!" started Twice, squeezing his own cheeks, "But that would be incest, you twit!" he continued, arguing with himself.

"Thank you for everything," I said, taking the right arm of Toya between my hands and leaning into him, "I am really grateful."

"Skip the formalities, now go to your honeymoon before anyone else finds out about this." Toga rushed us out of the building and sent us to the car waiting outside.

"I still can't believe I agreed to this," Shigaraki came with us to say goodbye, looking annoyed, "You'd better not have your flameass father come to me when he finds out!"

"Nah, you're good," lied Toya, bringing me closer to him, "See you in a couple of weeks."

The car started and we lost sight of Toya's friends, making me realize how real the situation was: I was actually married to the love of my life. The only thing I could do was look at him in awe, wondering how we got to this point. That was until he's phone indicated he had a call.

"Who's it?"

"Endeavor," he looked at the phone without battling an eye, "We'll call him later, now my whole attention should be in my breath-taking wife and her needs."

 Needless to say, we didn't reach the airport without cum coming out of my folds. Toya was insatiable, but so was I, I guess.

  "Now, now, open up your legs to Nii-chan," once in our hotel in the Okinawa prefecture, my dress disappeared from around me, as well as the oh so charming suit my brother was wearing, "let your big brother have a look to your tasty pussy."

"Yes, nii-chan," I moaned, opening up to him, being a good little sister for him.

"Look at that, aren't you wet? Such a naughty little sister-wife are you, uh?" he teased, licking up my folds. The cold piercing of his tongue caused many feelings to go down my core, "What a good girl are you."

We were interrupted by the sound of his phone. This had been going on for hours, Endeavor had been calling him ever since he hung him up the first time in the car. Toya growled in annoyance; I could feel the suffocating warmth that appeared in his hands every time Enji disrupted us.

He continued eating my pussy, caressing up my body until his hands were one in my hip to keep me down and the other on my left tit, pinching my nipple between his fingers. However, the phone didn't stop.

"Fucking old man," Toya grunted, picking it up, "What the hell do you want?"

I couldn't hear what the other part was saying, but my father's voice sounded angry. He probably was wondering where we were, as we had been out for more than fifteen hours, now.

"Stop your bullshit, we're on our honeymoon. Fuck off."

Again, shouts from the other end of the phone surrounded the room. I tried to close my legs, feeling the cold atmosphere of the room in my pussy, but Toya didn't let me, finger fucking me while speaking to Enji.

"Yeah, we got married. Any problem with that?" at last, I could pick a 'Why wasn't I aware of this!' from my father, "Because we wanted a wedding, not a Turkish soap opera. Now, if you excuse us, we have to give you some grandchildren."

He hung up, not without Endeavor's complains about the situation in front of him. Toya turned off the phone, repositioned himself and kissed my lips sensually.

"Where were we? Tell nii-chan."

He definitely was suffocating, but in a very pleasant way.

[your-brilliant-lady-m]

Part 3 - Basic Concepts of Miraculous Ladybug: Transformations, Potions and Power-Up's

Welcome to my analysis of basic concepts in Miraculous. Let's talk about transformations, potions and power-up's. This one is going to be interesting.

Apparently, only child superheroes have a time limit and can use their power only once. And adults can use their powers many times and maintain their transformation.

I don't take Thomas Astruc's Twitter statements seriously, but he said that adults don't have to detransform because they can feed the kwami with their energy. What happens when energy runs out? Does it mean that holder of the miraculous dies and transformation drops? Or does transformation drops when the kwami grows tired enough? However, according to "Silencer", transformation can't be released until the holder says detransformation words or uses their power (applies to children only). Is that why Master Fu doesn't transform these days? Because he is old and doesn't have enough energy for Wayzz.

At the same time, Bunnix/Bunnyx held her transformation for several thousand years in "Timetagger" and she was still alive. Moreover, not only she was still alive, she hasn't aged a day. Alix still looked around 25 even after spending so much time in stone. Her sanity was also still intact. Does that mean that as long as people are transformed they are immortal and can't die of natural causes, can't get sick or be killed? Does the Miraculous pause all inner processes? Do people stop ageing when they are transformed? Does that mean that prolonged transformations essentially slowed down puberty for Marinette and Adrien because every Akuma attack (their transformation during this attack to be precise) acts as a pause for their growth process? Does that mean that transformed heroes don't need food, sleep or oxygen? And Alix doesn't experience any negative side-effects after prolonged transformation. A lot of questions must be answered here.

But apparently, the "adults can use their power many times without detransforming" rule does not apply to Gabriel. In "Heroes' Day" he turns Nathalie into Catalyst who gives Hawkmoth the power to "release as many akumas as he desires". Does that mean that he can't normally do it? On the other hand, in "Queen Banana" he creates another Akuma right after the fight with akumatized Chloe ended.

Do you remember this? In "Origins" we find out that akumatized butterflies can multiply. That's why Ladybug needs to purify them. So, does that mean that Scarlet Moth and Catalyst weren't necessary?

Hawkmoth's plan in "Heroes' Day" was actually very smart. However, it can fall apart when you remember that butterflies can multiply. How does that work? Why do they multiply? Could Gabriel akumatize Nathalie into Catalyst (akumatized object is something not very valuable, like a piece of paper), then break the akumatized object and release the Akuma into the world? Would that turn people only into copies of Catalyst? I wouldn't call this thing a plothole, exactly. I'm just curious because it's an unclear moment. Perhaps you could explain it as the element of a soft magic system with unclear rules. Because the magic system in Miraculous is a mix between the hard and soft system.

Adults without time-limited power have a serious advantage over children. Why does Master Fu give Ladybug and Black Cat to teenagers then? In the beginning, Fu doesn't know that Butterfly holder is an adult. Isn't it safer to give 2 most powerful Miraculouses to adults just in case? If Butterfly Holder is a child then 2 adults with more powerful Miraculous would win much faster. If Butterfly Holder is an adult as well, then the fight is more even.

We know the out-of-universe reason for doing this. There would be no story then. Miraculous holders have to be kids since it's a kids show. But in-universe it doesn't make sense. In "Furious Fu" Su Han even says that children are not allowed to handle the Miraculous at all according to the rules of the Order. Fu knows that children have a time limit. It looks like he deliberately sets them up for failure. Why?

Is that because children are easier to manipulate as they are most likely to trust Fu's judgement no questions asked? This reasoning doesn't look good for Fu, who is supposed to be a wise and kind mentor. Is that because children won't abuse their powers? Find a trustworthy adult then. Give us some kind of in-universe explanation!

If you can't explain it then do something with the time-limit rule. It's an important plot device, which contributes to tension and raises the stakes during fights. So, removing it is unwise. Consider giving adults a time limit as well then.

Or you can create different rules. Maybe Black Cat and Ladybug can't be wielded by adults, unlike other lower-tier Miraculous? Maybe Miraculous and Kwami can choose the wielder in some capacity, and this magical bond can't be changed? Do Kwamis feel a pull towards several people and Guardian then chooses the final holder? If there's no pull whatsoever, then Kwami won't be able to grant powers to this person? How much weight does the decision of a Guardian have?

I actually like this last idea the most. It makes sense and avoids plotholes at the same time preserving the time-limit rule. I spent less than 20 minutes figuring this out.

This way Fu gave Ladybug and Black Cat to children because he didn't have a choice. Plagg and Tikki gave him suggestions but these people didn't pass his tests. Marinette and Adrien are the last ones and they do pass. It adds some tension and showcases desperation on Master Fu's part. Magical pull doesn't always mean that potential holders are good people. That's why Miraculous sometimes end up in the wrong hands.

Insert a conversation between Marinette and Tikki or Plagg and Adrien about this choosing process, have them wonder about the bond Nooroo and Hawkmoth share.

Then add more information about bonding. The magical connection can be formed just like people form relationships if human and Kwami spend some time together. It nicely adds up with the reason why Master Fu gave Ladybug and Black Cat to teenagers. He could have given both jewels to adults without a bond and waited for the connection to form but alas, there was no time. He needed active holders right now, and waiting for some adult to come around wasn't an option. But here's the catch. Only decent, kind people with good intentions can earn and create a magical bond. And this has the potential for a truly delicious scenario (more on that later).

It's a very tricky situation. But these rules must be stated and figured out in the very beginning. Because it can create plotholes down the line.

Unification

Combining several different Miraculous is an interesting concept and fusion of powers has been used for a long time as a storytelling element. It's important for the plot in several episodes of seasons 3 and 4.

However, there's "Kwamibuster", where the worldbuilding is broken one more time. It is awfully inconsistent within itself just like "Chat Blanc", "Timetagger" and "Furious Fu". (How do writers keep doing this? I have no idea. But then again even "Avengers: Endgame" contradicts itself numerous times. It's truly miraculous how they managed to do this with their budget, I'm impressed).

For a moment let's ignore all absolutely awful priorities that Marinette has in this episode as well as the rule "you can't know the identity of your partner or else you will have to give up your miraculous". This rule is literally never mentioned again before or after this episode. It's just there and it doesn't make sense. I know it's hard to ignore, but one must try. Instead, let's focus on this dialogue below.

Master Fu clearly states that you can't merge the Miraculous. It could make you lose your mind. The only more or less acceptable unification is that of Ladybug and Black Cat.

What happens next? Marinette puts on every Miraculous without any problem just "to free Kwamis" and transforms into Multimouse. The only sign of her discomfort is a moment of dizziness that's gone in a few seconds. Moreover, it never happens again, it's never mentioned. Then she does the exact thing that Fu told her not to do and starts merging Miraculous left and right. She continues to do so in season 4 every other day. What? Of course, how could I forget Shadowmoth? Gabriel merges 2 Miraculous every time in season 4. He doesn't lose his mind.

You can't tell us that merging can make you lose your mind and then in the next scene show us the complete opposite. That's bad writing. If you need the concept of unification to work then cancel the "lose your mind" rule and instead say that the merging process tires you out. There's no lasting harm, just that you will be very tired. If you want to raise the stakes, then say that wielding more than one Miraculous requires a strong will and practice. It's possible, but you can't perform unification just like that.

In this case, you lay the groundwork for the plotline of Marinette and Adrien for season 4 and 5. This plotline is about mastering unification. Show us how our heroes practice with different combinations of Miraculouses outside of Akuma battles. Show how they are improving. Maybe, Ladybug and Chat Noir nearly lose in the season 3 finale because the unification still drains them. However, in season 4 they put more effort into their training and by the time season 5 rolls around they are good at this. They became a stronger team and partners because of that. Their training sessions are also a good set-up for the development of the love square. Nothing like this will happen, but a girl can dream.

Look, I get it. You want Marinette to be special. Unfortunately, you have made her too special. She starts to break the laws of your magic system. We don't see the process. One moment she has 0 knowledge about something and then she is already an accomplished master of the thing in question and often it happens in the same episode. Marinette somehow just knows about the properties of every Miraculous on-screen, but her training happened off-screen. We as the audience are left confused and wondering. Wait, how does she know this? Was there a missing episode? Was this mentioned in some comic? The audience keenly feels the lack of plot-relevant content and explanations.

Potions and Power-Ups

They are a marketing ploy to sell more toys and merch with character transformations. That's it. Are they useful for the story? Yes, they are sometimes. Do power-up's make sense as a worldbuilding element? I'm sorry to tell you this, but no.

Miraculous Grimoire contains lots of potion recipes for Kwamis. I liked that Kwamis can't read the grimoire to avoid giving information to malevolent holders, which implies that they can't lie to their holder about their powers. I talked about this in my previous posts.

Let's start with Ice Transformation. Apparently, in-universe its only useful characteristic and the thing that sets it apart from normal transformation is skates. Maybe, this transformation also has additional protection from the cold. Maybe. Miraculous makes heroes nearly invulnerable and enhances their physical abilities. I find it hard to believe that protection from elements is not included in the package. And that's it. If we remember that Miraculous holders have subconscious control over transformation's appearance, we can also assume that a person can have conscious control as well. The laws of the magic system in Miraculous allow Marinette to ask Tikki to create skates for this particular transformation. Potions aren't necessary for this. This way you can still sell new toy, but in-universe this works better.

Our next stop is Aqua Transformation. It gives heroes the ability to breathe underwater and fins. That's all. In "Syren" it appears that this transformation also makes them more agile and fast in the water. However, Ladybug's yo-yo worked just fine before Aqua form when she tried to drag Kim to the surface. Her movements underwater weren't restricted either with normal transformation. So their fighting ability is not affected by the potion.

Kwami can live without oxygen. I mentioned earlier that Bunnix with normal transformation in "Timetagger" spent several thousand years in stone without oxygen and probably in some kind of stasis. Do transformed heroes need oxygen? No. Then their inability to breathe underwater doesn't make sense. Therefore, a potion isn't necessary for this.

Next, let's talk about fins. They could appear through the conscious desire of the holder just like skates.

Honestly, "Timetagger" and "Chat Blanc" completely destroyed worldbuilding in Miraculous. These episodes just shouldn't exist. They aren't even consistent within themselves, nevermind the rest of the show, which is why I still don't understand why fandom has such a weird hard-on for them and for Bunnix. Oh, wait. On second thought, I get it. They were just fanservice after all.

Cosmo Bug an Astro Chat. Space power-up give heroes the ability to fly and exist without oxygen. Ancient grimoire had the recipe of space potion, apparently. And humans got into space in the second half of the 20-th century. Ok. That totally makes sense.

If ancient people invented a space potion, that could also mean that back in Ancient Egypt Ladybug and Black Cat holders could use advanced technology. But Su Han in "Furious Fu" is surprised to discover that Ladybug can just call Chat Noir. He assumed she would send a bird with a message. That means that unconscious control over transformation extends to the weapons of heroes. For Marinette and Adrien communication means smartphone with navigation, messages, trackers and Bluetooth earbuds. That's why magic gives them smart weapons. Su Han's words prove that the invention of the space potion is not possible. Unless space potion was also subjected to unconscious control over transformation. People couldn't imagine the possibility of space travel in Ancient Egypt, but they could imagine flight. So, perhaps, for heroes back then space potion simply meant wings.

We've established that heroes don't need oxygen. So, a potion isn't necessary for this. The ability to fly also could be achieved through conscious transformation.

That's all for this part of analysis. Let me know what you think. Stay tuned for the next meta. See you!

[tigerheartranstar]

You know, she lasted this long, so proud of her.

Though I have trouble beliving they're gonna win this battle, but its fine, this is canon complaint in a way. They sure will die trying though! Metaphorically and literally!

So for this propaganda, I've decided to write an obituary. (infodump, not brief at all)

REALLY Long writing post up ahead, won't blame you if you don't wanna read all that. Warrior Cats canon typical violence:

Cherrykit, alongside Twigkit, was born to an ex-kittypet mother, Morningberry. Their mother has never shared who their father was or is, even when they were curious about it. Ever since they were a kit, they attentively listened to the older warriors and elders talk about their daily and past parts of life, since they didn't have both parents, their only known one being a kittypet, and their weaker physical frame, Cherrykit was deeply afraid of “disappointing” anyone, and wanted to be cool and strong when they grew up.

So when the Clans medicine cat, Nightleaf, woke him up in the middle of the night and suggested sneaking him out, Cherrykit found it a good learning experience, shaking off sleepiness and agreeing almost immediately. Though the whole experience was confusing to say the least, suddenly the healer started a whole speech of how his life went, and usually Cherrykit would appreciate it, but this time the older cat did it in such a way, he couldn't be certain if he was complaining or bragging. When he got back to his nest, he tried his best to understand the situation, taking the better parts with a pinch of salt, and taking the more disturbing parts with a grain of sugar.

On her apprentice ceremony, Cherrypaw was apprenticed to the leader, this being her first time reasoning in her head, that she was special and chosen by StarClan itself to be leader one day, she always liked her chest star marking, but she just couldn't stop talking about it after she was apprenticed. No one else saw it as anything special due to how barely visible it was, though her mother occasionally played along with it, and her brother would sheepishly nod his head in response. 

From all their time of listening to cats talking about Clan culture, praising each other's scars, fighting off badgers and foxes off the territory, same with loners and rogues, and so on, Cherrypaw wanted to be like that too, praised, and be a good, useful member. It was only the beginning, but from then on, nothing else mattered, only the safety of the Clan. Horrifically, they started talking about dying quite often, mentioning to various cats how fun dying in a cool way would be, if their death was anything other than spectacular, they only found the thought a nuisance, not sad, but not beneficial, annoying. 

Cherrypaw, newly apprenticed, was already more than willing to die for their Clan. 

Only about two or three moons into his and his brother's apprenticeships, the Clans healer announced that he has something important to share. When the whole Clan gathered around, Cherrypaw and Twigpaw included, Nightleaf admitted to being their father, in front of everyone, and stepped down from his position as medicine cat. He tried explaining that this was for the best, but Twigpaw and Cherrypaw didn't want to hear him out, in fact, not long after these words, Cherrypaw ran out of camp and refused to come back until Twigpaw found him and reasoned with him.

She did come back, but things weren't the same anymore, the other cats looked at her with pity and disgust alike, pity for the scene she made by running off, disgust because she no longer was just the kittypets kit, she now was the kit of a kittypet and a medicine cat, everyone only looked disappointed, and Cherrypaw was angry, she was sure this would prolong her training, so she trained twice as hard, hunting until she couldn't hunt anymore, fighting strange cats without asking questions, staying for the more difficult forest cat foes. Once she even fought a dog to protect her prey, and she was praised for it alright.

They got their warrior name at the same time as their brother, and they couldn't complain too much, they loved and respected their brother, although they wished their effort would make the moment come sooner. They were named Cherrythorn and Twigwhisker, and Cherrythorn was proud, they thought the name fit them well, they thought the name made them stand out more, even more assured of their special place in Clan history. 

The next big things in his life happened in quick succession, first, he got a younger sister, second, ThunderClan attacked them by using trees… When he first heard of the possibility of having siblings, Cherrythorn was furious, he didn't want to believe it. When he saw Yellowkit for the first time, however, everything changed. Her presence made him feel better, he was glad to play and talk with her, and even if there wasn't a big chance of it, he really wanted to be her mentor, he or Twigwhisker. 

There was one time where even Yellowkit's presence wasn't enough, that was the battle for territory that ThunderClan forced on ShadowClan. Them using trees in battle was surprising, not executed perfectly, and that made Cherrythorn think she could learn it better if she tried. She was spending time with her brother one day, when she announced that she's going to climb a tree, Twigwhisker looked worried, but he didn't try to stop her much. Cherrythorn didn't know how to climb a tree, she's never been taught, and she wasn't sure what to expect from a tree, she grabbed onto a frail branch, and tried to save herself but it was no use, she fell, hit the ground, and broke her leg, not to mention the minor injuries from when she slid off the tree. 

The break was pretty bad, Cherrythorn wasn't technically allowed to move for more than a moon for the bone to mend, but they didn't want to wait that long, they had things to do, so when the pain began to subside, they already began to move around when no one was watching. Standing on their bad leg was out of the question though, though they tried their best. When the current healer realized that Cherrythorn was breaking rules and not listening to advice, and the bone began to incorrectly mend at that point, there wasn't much that could be done, (These cats don't have extensive surgery) Cherrythorn from that point was given herbs for strength, and to get rid of the pain when it appeared every-so-often. 

This wasn't the end though, after he was allowed to start getting out of the medicine den, not long after, a greencough epidemic started, and the Clan had barely any catmint. Most tragically, Yellowkit ended up sick too, and she ended up passing away. Cherrythorn did not take this well, he was hysterical at her funeral, wanting to blame everyone for his sister's passing. This caused his mental state to almost completely plummet, he began experiencing visual and auditory, and tactile hallucinations, and didn't spend time with his Clanmates anymore, becoming a sort of an outcast, he never properly got over it, and when his parents decided to have another litter, when his father went back to being a healer already no less, he hated them and hated his new siblings for wanting to replace Yellowkit, even going as far as saying that one of his siblings dying was deserved in his anger once. 

After this particularly hard period, Cherrythorn's parents and siblings, Twigwhisker included, shared with her that they wish to leave the Clans, so they asked her to tag along. She wouldn't have it though, she grew upset and frustrated with their decision, refused to leave, and called them cowards. And for moons, that was the last she saw of them, as they didn't say where they're going, and despite her tough exterior, and her blowing up on them, Cherrythorn was crushed and depressed after the encounter, as she didn't have many friends, and getting closer to new cats was harder for her ever since her sisters death.

They started spending their time on their own, only coming back to Camp to drop off their fresh-kill or to eat in general. When they were spending their time alone as usual, this was the moment when their former apprentice, Mistcloud, approached them, criticizing their recent unfriendly behavior, and speaking up about how she felt being Cherrythorn's apprentice. Cherrythorn snapped, questioning if their apprentice talked about this behind their back all this time, and therefore was the reason why they weren't asked to be ShadowClan deputy, which caused its downfall, and their family to leave in the process. Mistcloud was shocked by the accusation, and tried to argue back, but to Cherrythorn this was too much, they drowned their former apprentice in a fit of anger, and proceeded to sit over in that exact spot for hours, wondering if the other cat would regain consciousness eventually, she didn't. No one questioned it at the time when Cherrythorn got back somber and with minor bruising, as it wasn't unusual for them, however Mistcloud was never found. 

Life went on like this for moons, until ShadowClan got a new leader and their only alive medicine cat left, which meant they had to find him now. The Clan found Cherrythorn's family, though Morningberry wasn't there anymore, his father and brother tried explaining that this was due to natural causes, they left him alone, he was angry, he didn't want to believe it. 

She stayed on the sidelines for a while, continuing to not interact with anyone, it took a few moons for her to forgive Twigwhisker, even. She never forgave Nightleaf, so when she found him injured, she silenced him and sat with him until he died on his own, everyone was too busy to notice, so it wasn't an issue. 

By the time the Clans changed, and they still weren't respected enough, Cherrythorn had enough of waiting to be deputy. They decided to take it into their own paws, as they still believed they were meant to lead ShadowClan. In quick succession, they joined a group and convinced them that the cats currently in power of ShadowClan are unworthy and they specifically should be leader, they poisoned a kit to make the current young medicine cat look suspicious, humiliated the deputy in front of the Clan and imprisoned the current leader for his ‘crimes’ and inappropriate behavior. They then became temporary leader, making Twigwhisker their deputy. 

His leadership didn't last long though, as the other Clans got involved, finding the situation incredibly unusual. He was dethroned by the actual leader then, and was made to answer for what he did in front of every cat. He admitted to the other things he did then, killing Mistcloud, finishing Nightleaf, poisoning a kit, and tried to explain himself as well. He was only supposed to be exiled or imprisoned, but with all this new information, the Clan cats didn't know what to do, and were tied on the matter. 

The final verdict was to execute Cherrythorn, she begged for her life then, but no one listened to her pleas, that's when her brother stepped up to carry out the execution, Cherrythorn was horrified and betrayed, begging Twigwhisker to let her live as well, it didn't do much more than make him momentarily hesitate, but staying loyal to his Clan and new family, mattered more to Twigwhisker than his sister then, so he attacked, and Cherrythorn tried to fight back, in her shock she didn't give much of a fight, when she landed on the ground on her back, she didn't protect her belly, so Twigwhisker took his chance and swiped at it, making a large cut going from her neck to her belly, he did this motion a couple times, and he didn't stop until Cherrythorn's body stopped moving. 

Cherrythorn woke up in the Dark Forest then, they were still experiencing phantom pain from the torture they experienced, bitter about how their life went, bitter that StarClan didn't accept them, they continue to stick to themselves, even in death. 

THE END.

Meet the OCs: Cherrythorn (she/they/he) - @brokentranstar

Warrior of ShadowClan. She was born to a medicine cat father, and ex-kittypet mother. She was apprenticed to the leader, and quickly after that, her father admitted to having sired her and her brother, from that moment on Cherrypaw tried their best to prove their worth to the Clan. Cherrythorn got really ambitious after becoming a full warrior and losing his younger sister. He decided he really wanted to be deputy then, though he had no luck in it, he wanted a good explanation for why he wasn't chosen. She didn't want to believe it simply wasn't meant to be, so when her previous apprentice approached her with complaints about her behavior, she decided that her apprentice was at fault, so she drowned her. Moons later, when they found their father injured, they kept him from calling for help, and waited until he died, believing that he's the reason no one respects them, and blaming him for their mothers death. He eventually became leader by force, but was executed by his own brother, and ended up in the Dark Forest.

Horizonshine (she/they) - @clanborn

A courier of Brookclan, responsible for trekking over rough terrain to exchange news and deliveries between the clans. A friendly and persistent cat, yet impulsive and immature, with a history of “attention-seeking” behavior. Few members of her clan like them, which has left her resentful and out of place within her own home. She finds herself trapped in an apocalyptic time loop perpetuated by the Lynx, one of the clans’ gods.

[Back to the grade]

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April 12: Rocky III

(previous notes: Rocky II)

Because now that Rocky has done the unthinkable and become The Champ, we want to see him tackle the next challenge… win AGAIN.

I remember seeing this in the theater with my buddy. I don't know if I liked it. I'm pretty sure I found Mr. T to be as charismatic and as terrifying as they wanted. I'm pretty sure when I bought the ticket I hesitated and asked the cashier, "hey, wait, we get to see him do some variation on the triumphant steps jogging moment, right? Otherwise never mind I'll go see Poltergeist again". If I'm paying good money for boxing sequels, I want to be assured that the formula has not been altered.

Okay let's go.

Once again, this is Un Film De Sylvester Stallone.

Slight variation on the fanfare with the title, now there's a close-up of the Important Belt Buckle Of Punchsport.

Then we see the climax of the previous movie, maybe edited slightly for time. But not very noticeably different.

That segues immediately to a montage of Rocky doing many successful beatup games, scored by the enormous pop hit "Eye of the Tiger". I suspect this isn't the last we'll hear of this number.

The montage morphs into a different story, one starring Mr. T! He's watching Rocky win stuff and he is not pleased. He can also fist-game, it seems. But the montage makes it clear that it is our hero Rocky who is the star of commercial endorsements and marriage love.

I mock but this visionary filmmaker has indeed opened this movie with energetically cinematic choices.

0:8:40 - Arcade games! Paulie goes to an arcade and it is like the arcades I went to when this movie was out and I see games that I played! But Paulie doesn't like the Rocky pinball machine. It seems he is a sore brother-in-law.

Rocky is now very dashing. Paulie is drunk and whiny about how Rocky is such a big shot now, but he has a point about how prettied up he has become.

Later that night Rocky and Adrian are in their bed and it has a rich person headboard. The director, also visibly present in front of the camera, clearly instructed the production designer to create a bed that would reflect the elite level of financial flexibility that the protagonist has reached.

So apparently Rocky has gotten himself into the strange situation where he has to do a charity boxing match against a wrestler played by the increasingly famous Hulk Hogan. I had forgotten that Hulk Hogan is in this movie. Mr. T is watching this match and he looks intensely the same way he only ever does.

Whoa Hulk Hogan is way taller than Sylvester Stallone. Is that allowed? The rules have changed! And this whole thing is not boxing it is wrestling and it is that silliness instead of boxing. This is a long scene that is the same as a typical Wrestlemania thing, all manufactured drama made to seem like fighting and true menace, but at the end we see that they are just professional coworkers and we have all learned a valuable lesson haven't we.

At a statue-unveiling, Rocky announces that he is maybe retiring. MAYBE. But then Mr. T shows up talking smack, and ladies and gentlemen we have ourselves an end-of-Act-One.

As Act Two begins, we have a scene that was an A+ homework assignment for the screenwriting teacher of Rocky III's screenwriter, who you will recall is the craftsman Sylvester Stallone. Burgess Meredith is like "I quit! I won't help you with this fight! Mr. T is too hard to beat!" But then they talk it out to advance past that scripted complication. And now Rocky and Mr. T are training for their fight in their separate worlds.

Speaking of worlds, in the World Of Rocky, the famous theme that was introduced in the score of the first movie is actually known to the characters in this movie as Rocky music. They play it for him publicly to celebrate their pride in his violence accomplishments.

Apollo Creed appears to be retired, but he is a commentator at this Rocky/T fight.

0:40:00 - They're about to do the fight, but Mr. T is so The Way He Is that the wants to fight on the way TO the fight. That results in some tumult that makes BM have health problems. It was vague what happened, it seemed like BM was shoved aside by all the mad/scared/fighting people, so then he has a conversation with Rocky in a back room where he's like, don't stop the fight even though I am suddenly vaguely frail. He sort of clutches his chest like maybe there's a heart attack but just one of those everyday ones. I have those every time I click send on a work email. My friends should not be discouraged from championship fisticuffs when that happens.

This is the first Rocky movie to be made after Raging Bull came out, and I detect some influence in the boxing footage, like with close-ups of Mr. T.

Rocky loses that fight pretty quickly, and maybe the problem is that he didn't do a pre-victory steps jog. But the movie is telling us that BM is dying on a table in the back room and that's the real problem.

BM dies and SS has done some pretty ambitious cry-acting. Then the funeral is in one of those indoor above-ground file-cabinet-style cemeteries, which is not the normal cinematic choice so nice job there.

I can already tell that we're going to have another thirty minutes of a bummed-out Rocky to fill out Act Two before it starts to look like the setup for a fulfilling climax can begin. It's what I would have told him to write if he were my student at the third-rate community college where I'm a part-time screenwriting teacher in this scenario.

Apollo Creed has shown up to try to pep-talk Rocky, and he keeps saying "eye of the tiger" because of marketing departments. But also, he is a more mature person than in the first two movies. Even though it's a character shift, I do kind of buy it. It seems like another side of the character we knew slightly.

0:59:00 - Another scene beginning with dialogue that sounds like it was improvised by people who don't know what real life is like. "Come on you're going to be late to the airport!" "Maybe you should have packed another sweater" "no in California it's not too cold". AHA THEY ARE GOING ON A TRIP TO CALIFORNIA I AM ON TO YOU ROCKY III

When they go to Los Angeles and show us people on the street and the people have been told to look and act super different so that the audience will be like, wow California is different, then, well, we are at this part of Rocky III did you know.

Although there was my earlier expectation that we were going to have a prolonged funereal story arc, but what's happened is that Apollo is invested in training Rocky so they're showing us that side of Apollo, and that's interesting. But also it's the template of "Rocky is training and he doesn't look like he's going to get there, but then inspiration will hit and he will look like he is going to get there". S. Stallone, noted filmmaker, is using montages and flashbacks to show how recent bad news moments for Rocky are haunting him. It is working.

Adrian performs a pep talk monologue for Rocky. I don't understand her point. It's like a box of those refrigerator poetry magnets jumbled up together and spoken as movie script lines. I guess the gist is "don't give up" and he starts to think maybe he shouldn't give up. Then it's a new training montage, and it's got the classic "running far now" Rocky theme so we know it's going well. The twist on the classic cheering-atop-stairs cadence is it's Rocky and Apollo on the beach, and Rocky is a little faster than Apollo and that is great news for them both.

Now we're right before the final fight, and we heard Mr. T tell a reporter that he "pity the fool". I didn't hear the rest of what he said, I was just so happy to hear him say "pity the fool".

Oh but shortly after that he is asked what his prediction is, and he looks at the camera, OUR camera, at US, and says "PAIN". Submitted without comment.

That face-to-face moment right before the fight starts, Mr. T says "imma bust you UP" and Rocky says "go for it". Advanced Scripted Dialogue with Professor Stallone.

The final fight happens, and it's mostly the same as how the other ones went except without a montage summarizing a whole bunch of rounds. I think this whole fight ended in three rounds. But it ends with the exact same music that I'm getting sick of….

BUT! There is a follow-up scene this time! It's some other day later on and Apollo and Rocky are just palling around at the gym. And THEN the movie ends. I feel that the producers must have implored Stallone, artisan that he is, to just end the movie on that climactic moment right after the fight ends, just like the other movies, but he said NO. That is not ENOUGH for a SYLVESTER STALLONE FILM. We will have an additional scene with INCONSEQUENTIAL BANTER. It will last OVER ONE MINUTE. And here we are. Rocky III: it's like Raging Bull, but better!!

I think Talia Shire is the only female actor with any lines in this movie.

One thing that's very much worth saying about this movie is that there is WAY more actual boxing in this movie. The other ones had almost no scenes where there were live boxing matches, but this one had lots. Plus that wrestling one! And as I observed, the directing style with this one also had a newfound sense of visual pop. But the story seems like it changed not at all from how it was described in the first studio board room meeting where jackass producers blurted out what Rocky III might be like.

(next: Rocky IV)

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our endgame [T.S]

fandom: Marvel

pairing: Tony Stark x OC (father-daughter)

word count: 2,607

summary: after five years of pent up guilt and and helping each other cope with the loss of those who didn’t survive the snap, the two girls find themselves in a sudden situation they hoped for, but never really believed would come to play

tag list: @nerdypisces160

A/N: I don’t want to put too much happening in these chapters because I don’t want this to be or feel rushed so they will be relatively short. Also, the events will not 100% be based on endgame because this fic idea is actually based off of an rp I had with a very good friend on discord that I felt would be amazing as an actual story. So as future reference for everyone that reads this—NOT 100% BASED ON ENDGAME. THERE WILL BE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN MOVIE EVENTS AND FIC EVENTS

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pre endgame

two

She was exhausted, that much could be said. Day in and day out for the last half decade, her friend would visit just to find that she wasn't in the house, but out in the backyard exerting too much energy. It was only a miracle that those who were left never saw her doing what she did every morning, afternoon and night. The activity was so prolonged Tala was sure her best friend got little to no sleep. That day they both discovered the other was still on Earth, she'd seen the never-ending result of visiting Tony Stark and the toll it had. The search for how to get their friends and family back never left either of their minds, but at the same time it was too difficult to figure out on their own. Even if they discovered a way to save everybody, it was two against the universe—an odd that was never going to be in their favor.

Tala marched through the tall grass that led to the fenced in yard, immediately coming to view with the many targets and practice dummies. Any size, shape and form of a sword—all covered in either a dark glow or blue sparks—laid in a pile against one side of the fence. She bent over and tried to pick one up, only to have black electricity nearly shock her if she hadn't moved back in time. She sighed and stood up, facing her friend. “Kirsy.” There wasn't a response as the brunette continued to make various hand movements to strike the objects in front of her. “Kirsy. Mind taking a break for a bit?”

Said girl let out a rough breath, the light and dark fading away from everything they engulfed as she set her arms down by her sides. She straightened up and turned to face the only person she'd really had any form of contact with since then. “If I take a break then however much time I spend on it is less time to get stronger.”

Tala rolled her eyes, walking toward a bench covered by the shade of the trees from next door. She patted the spot beside her, waiting until the slightly older of the two gave in and sat in the empty space. “You've been doing this almost every day for five years. You can't stay cooped up in this townhouse blasting everything in the backyard and then replacing them for the next day. You've used it up too much.”

Kirsy chuckled humorlessly, making her friend frown. “I'm not like you, Tala. I can't live knowing that all of them just... aren't.”

“What's the point of surviving being wiped away if you won't do just that? You've been working your ass off non-stop for months on end. You're definitely stronger, so now you just need to take a real break.”

“But Peter and the others-”

“They can wait until we have an actual plan. We can't go who the hell knows where with powers blazing.”

Silence. It filled the open air and hung in the small atmosphere of the pair's own little hero club. Kirsy knew she was right—it was obvious. All that time spent draining herself and her powers each night was starting to take a physical and mental toll on her. What the founder of Stark Industries said himself rang in her head every second of each moment she was still breathing, and instead of using it to rationalize she used it as a fuel to keep going. To her, each and every minute she spent doing anything but training was a pointless minute that everyone who didn’t make it were trapped somewhere. There was really nothing that interested her after the events of the Snap. Whatever career she wanted to get a jump on during high school was long forgotten. Any goals written on her bucket list had no reason in being done anymore. She didn’t even feel like learning anything, but the impeccable loss of half of the universe was something that also kept her needing as much knowledge as possible. It didn’t really feel like there was much of a purpose for the pair of young adults, or at least not for her. It still didn’t feel right to try and have a good life while so many people were gone.

As the girls sat in this familiar and comfortable quiet, a somber look settled on Kirsy’s face.

Flashes of her encounter with Tony slowly transitioned into a recurring dream she’d been having at least once a week for the past few years. A dream that plagued her mind from day to night, never ceasing to rewind and play all over again whenever she stopped to take a breath or get those minimal hours of sleep. It wasn’t that he was in the wrong. She learned soon after she left his home that day that he wasn’t. It was the fact that he was right. If the people who protected Earth for years weren’t able to get everyone back—if the iron legend himself was trapped in a limited oxygenic ship for days and nearly died—then there was nothing he could’ve done for her. Even if she showed him what she could do and he said yes, the others were still living their own lives as best they could during this time of loss, grief and moving forward. It was obvious there was no plan of action or hints to lead them somewhere, but she didn’t want to stop trying. No matter how much Tala scolded her or how weak she became in other aspects while she became stronger within her powers, it just didn’t matter if they couldn’t be brought back. And she had to do it. She had to get everyone back home.

Kirsy cleared her throat, gaining the other girl's attention. “I guess you might be right.” Tala raised an eyebrow, not saying anything in order to let her friend continue speaking. “I need to let myself relax. It’s been five years and there have been no signs of...”

She trailed off at the sight of a shining object in the sky. It wasn’t easy to make out what it was, but it was easy to see that it seemed to be hurtling toward them at a speed no human or all heroes could ever muster. Tala followed her friend’s gaze and her eyes widened. “What is that?”

“I don’t know..” A flash of colors made it familiar to her, though no chance could be taken. She didn’t know who or what was left behind after the Snap, and she wasn’t going to take any risks or chances even after all this time since then. “Do you remember how to shape your shield?”

Tala scoffed, “I may not have run myself ragged but I know how to use my powers.” Without explanation, she closed her eyes and took a breath, the brown of her irises now a purple hue. Purple light engulfed her hands and she began to make a shape with her hands, drawing together a force field that would only grow around the back yard and themselves, leaving an open circle at the top. Once the almost transparent shield was up, electricity surged and sparked at Kirsy’s fingertips. She brought them closer together and tied the live wires, creating an arrow that she was able to shoot into the sky. There was a slight pull when the arrow attached itself, and a jolt went off in her system, and she held onto the rope it created before pulling it down to the ground. In mere seconds the object landed with a loud thud, crashing into some of the targets that were still up. The two let the products of their abilities disappear, both pairs of hands still glowing with the colors of their magistry as they approached the formerly unidentified object. As the smoke from the crash began to clear up there was the familial shine of red and gold. When a cough resonated from within the metal shell, their eyes widened.

All that could be said then was, “Oh, shit.”

“What did we do?!”

“We?! I’m not the one with the shock-y hands!” Tala exclaimed, quickly going to remove the dirt and target dummy remains from atop the man in the suit.

two and a half hours later

“I am so sorry, Mr. Stark. If I knew it was you I definitely wouldn’t have done that.”

“That’s the sixth apology you’ve given me in the past two hours.” Tony told her, a ghost of a smile on his face. “I suspect you don’t usually go around hurtling flying people towards you with electricity coming out of your hands.” The man stated, an ironic tone lying underneath his words.

“Nope—just you.” Tala replied with a grin, not at all letting herself fan girl over the super genius and instead choosing to joke around.

Kirsy glanced between her friend and former chance of saving her other friends. It was weird watching this unfold before her. Approaching him that long ago was completely different than him flying toward her only to end up getting some circuits messed up by two young adults. This time wasn’t a search and beg mission. This time he came to her, and nothing in her occupied space of mind could muster up a reason.

“Mr. Stark..” she started, gaining the attention once more, “why are you here?” She looked up at him. “I mean I came to you five years ago asking for information, which I got, and help that you said you couldn’t give me. We haven’t been in contact since then.”

Tony gazed at her, setting down the coffee the girls made because they felt bad about the incident. He could see the desperation, as well as the fact she practically reeked of it the moment he was fully aware of his surroundings again. He had no clue how strong or weak she was when they had their first encounter, but it sounded like she didn’t let up since then. The force she had in those few seconds of her and her friend defending themselves was something he never thought he would come across; at least not in the form of a 20 year old short circuiting his most recently upgraded iron armor with electric currents that shot out from her fingers. And the other girl? That shield she conjured was definitely something he had never seen before.

After the sneak attack he received earlier that day, he took time to think back to when Kirsy marched herself into his life that day, only to drag herself back out when he couldn’t help her. He was racked with guilt every day since seeing the look on her face when she left, and when the others approached him that morning reconciling with her was one of the first things on his mind.

He cleared his throat noticing the gap of silence between the three of them, and set down the mug in his hand. He leaned back against the chair, shoving his hands in the pockets of the hoodie he wore underneath the suit. “Some... friends came to me today. Asked for some assistance in creating a sequence that would allow us to go back and get the stones.” The girls’ eyes widened, but neither moved to interrupt the stay-at-home scientist. “I didn’t want to help them at first. I was able to build a life past what happened; I couldn’t jeopardize that again. But memories made me figure that I at least had to try. I did it, and I know I told you I couldn’t help,” He kept a steady look on Kirsy, watching the realization form an expression on her face, “but now I can.”

“So you’re asking for our help?” Tala raised an eyebrow, the anticipation eating away at her on the inside while hope and suspicion shared the stage on the outside.

Tony cast his orbs her way as he stood from his spot, now looking down at the two girls. “I guess I am. So what do you say, kid—you ready to go save your friend?”

“And the universe.”

“Yeah, that too.”

The pair of best friends shared a glance of what could only be a flurry of excitement, anxiety, hope and the readiness that was questions seconds ago. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening to them. She spent half a decade wallowing in self pity and staring at photographs pinned against her wall and mirror, missing those she lost more and more every day. Her dad, her aunt and cousin, her friends, her coworkers, her crush. Everyone but Tala was out of her life for good. Well, she thought it was for good. And even though that seemed to be the case a shred of her never lost sight of the theory on what happened and the possibility that she could have done something back then if given the chance she lost months ago. Now that chance was standing in her half dining room, staring down at her and her lifelong friend and not only offering help her way but also asking for her help in return. It felt like her daydream was coming to life and her nightmares could finally cease to exist, and it was already starting to feel like a weight being lifted off of her shoulders.

With a grin in place of the earlier neutral formation, Kirsy nodded her head firmly. “We’re ready, sir.”

A ghost of a smile twitched at the ends of the man’s lips. “Good, then let’s go.”

Tala’s head snapped toward his figure when he started to walk to the front of the complex. “Wait wait wait. We’re leaving now?”

He turned to look at her with a shrug, raising a brow at her question. “Does that sound like a smart question to you?” The Filipino narrowed her eyes at him. “Look—I have a super soldier, an expert assassin, a thunder god, a green giant with glasses, a girl with proton blasts for hands, and a blue space cyborg sitting around in my old tower. Do you think I want to go waltzing in there without an entourage?”

Tala rolled her eyes and a chuckle resonated from the Dominican girl’s throat. The bickering pair looked over to see her already grabbing keys from a side table by the front door. “As dumbstruck as I am right now, I’m not wasting time in taking this opportunity. So let’s get in the car and go.” No one protested while she marched her way out the door, not bothering to lock the door when everyone was outside because how many people were even left in this city for her to lock her house for safety.

A double beep sounded from the vehicle and she opened the driver door. Tony groaned when he realized he would be sitting in the backseat like the third person of any group hangout, but also not complaining to being able to have a driver for the day like he used to. As he was about to let himself into the car Kirsy announced his name and he shot her a questioning glance. “I may not be making you fly to your old house, but if you call me your entourage one more time I’m going to shock you on purpose this time.”

“Testy.” He muttered, giving her a sarcastic look before getting in. Yet he couldn’t help but still see a part of him in her, and his motive of having her on the team for this grew a bit more.