#ask-avatar-alfred

[iamhereforfunnzies]

I saw your blind reader post and hear me out, Toph Beijing reader? Like they neglected them and didn’t realize that reader was an earth bender (and one of the best at that). I don’t know just some food for thought! I really love your work by the way!

The main inspo was actually Toph!! But I asked myself what if Toph was never founded by team avatar. Also the main difference between Toph and blind!reader is that reader is far far far more bratty compared to Toph (suprise2x).

Blind!Reader is the type who only founded being a Earthbender by tripping themselves 3 times and complained to alfred about it. (Alfred is confused about the dents around the garden and manor) , and Blind!Reader's bending style would actually be more similar with fire bending because of her lack of control and repressed unadulterated rage of being babied.

Their unique style of bending actually sky rocket them to being one of the best, even with their distructive tendency , Bruce would be like Toph's dad (obvi) and be far more Denial about your mutant abilities . Alfred would be stress 100% he is losing hair about it since in his eyes you were more like glass than human. Absolute becomes more over bearing to the max same with Dick grayson , your older brother is trying to puzzle the pieces with your bending and how much it's turning you to be more aggressive and hostille it's like seeing his kid self again.

[kazuko-stuff]

Batsis as Vtuber and Batfam finds out, save it for Stephanie and Alfred

When you started out

You decided to try vtubing when you notice that you don’t have to show your face online

Since your family is too busy doing their nightly activities, you stream games as a way to pass time.

You usually stream FPS, retro, fashion and RPG games since it takes the most time

Overtime, you decided to try song karaoke streams after seeing other Vtubers doing singing, since you always wanted to be a singer but was too shy

You became well known overtime due to gaming content style and singing

Stephanie found out when she was watching your streams after hearing your voice and often do collabs together

If you join an agency

Overtime, you audition for well known Vtuber agencies that focus not only on streaming, but singing and dancing.

You got accepted to be part of the first generation of agency and Steph decided to join as she is also a fan of their talents.

Your avatar is based on a fairy godmother princess and your lore is being a fairy godmother in training from another world to bring happiness to others

Your fan base is known as fairies and members are part of the Designers. Your mascot is a cat name Momo

Your goals include having an original album, 500k subscribers, to meet your oshis, and perform live

If you have 1 million subscribers, you plan to coordinate a special outfit for the CEO as he is a legend, a chad and best girl

You befriend your other genmates and enjoyed being part of their projects

Because of your princess fairy-godmother image, along with Alfred raising you, you are seen the most Seiso of the group but there is still Yabai moments within the stream

You do French zatsudan, along with French classes streams, baking streams and embroidery and jewelry streams

Alfred is aware of your secret and is supporting you on the sideline. He always helps out with your projects and does contact your manager for help sometimes.

After reaching a big number of fairies, you have Alfred join your stream as a special guest star due to the fans wanting to see him

He is known as the fairy grand-pere and gave him an avatar with a lore that he is likely an envoy of family and was sent to help the royal family of all fairy guardians.

You two played Grand Theft Auto together and Alfred ended up getting to most shots along with many superchats from the fairies ( almost $5,000). He also answered the fans questions in a Q&A with him

You eventually had your first cover and did more favorite anime songs ( shojo anime)

You decided to work on your first original, focusing on a song that would match your image

You decided to due to 12 hour endurance stream for fun and that’s when your father found out

You were playing Hitman, when you were staying at the Mansion and he came to your door to see if you are alright, after hearing some game sounds thinking someone broke in, causing you to do an intermission break.

He asks why are still playing videos game in 1 in the morning and your told him that you must haven’t check the time only to notice your waiting load screen causing him to realize that you do streaming in secret, causing he go back to what he was doing, do to awkwardness

Tim found out after he watched Steph’s stream, when your gen-mates collaborated together, when he heard your voice and decided to be a Fairy to support you. He is amazed at your Japanese skills when you collaborate with other members in Japan.

Dick and Barbara found out when you were doing a karaoke stream at one point and joined your membership. You found out after seeing Dick’s super chat message

Damian found out after he overheard you during an ASMR Zatsudan, telling fairytale stories and singing lullabies, leaving him confuse why your doing this

Cass sometimes appears as a special guest in your stream and sometimes in Stephs.

Your father even sent a generous red superchat, showing he is supportive of your Vtuber activities. He is nicknamed by your fans Fairy God-daddy much to your flustered state and even got fanart based on your avatar. It didn’t help that you mention he is very popular among the ladies.

Overall they are willing to go to your concert, when you have one in person or go crazy on buying your merch. They also go to your special events as well when they have time.

Harley Quinn is also a big fan of yours and is part of your membership. She never misses a stream.

[green-eyedfirework]

Dick walks down the long hall of the temple, past the lit braziers and litany of offerings.  The temple has proven a popular one in the last few days.

Of course it has.  They're preparing for war.

Dick has prayed at several temples over the fortnight.  Wisdom, to find a path out of this mess.  The Earth Mother, to ask for his family's safe return.  The Protector, the sun god himself, to safeguard Dick's home.  He has left rich offerings and offered vast riches.  He has promised everything he has to give.

And all he has received is silence.

The gods do not heed his prayers.  Tim is gone, lost on a quest from the deceitful Shadow King to find Bruce and return him to the land of the living.  Jason is likewise away, too busy being a vengeful avatar of Death to care about Gotham.  Gotham's defenses consist of Dick, the precocious ten-year-old halfblood Talia dropped off without so much as a by-your-leave, and Alfred.

The fight will be a slaughter.  Too few generals, too few fighting men.  The only thing that can help them is the intercession of the gods and there is only one god left to try.

Dick takes a deep breath and kneels at the altar.  The knife he draws isn't his flashiest or his oldest.  But its hilt matches the color of his eyes.

Dick knows this, because that was what the god whispered when he curled Dick's fingers around it.

The slice of his skin is the barest line of fire.  The blood drips onto the altar.  One.  Two.  Three.

"I pray to the God of War.  Heed my call."

The silence continues, only broken by the soft plink of blood meeting steel.  Dick stays on his knees and doesn't fidget.  He has all night.

War begins on the morrow.

"I pray to the God of War.  Heed my call."

~#~

He doesn’t know if it’s the hundredth or the thousandth time he says it when he finally gets a response.

"Hello, little bird."

A large part of Dick relaxes at the slow drawl.  Everything else tenses.

"My lord," Dick says formally, drawing his hand back and clenching it to halt further bleeding.  Deathstroke steps out from his altar, smirk already in place as he beholds Dick.  "I pray for your assistance."

"I'm listening."  Deathstroke steps around Dick, heavy boots treading on marble, circling Dick like wounded prey.

"There is an army at Gotham's borders.  Tomorrow we ride to war."

"I'm aware."  Deathstroke smiles, a bloodthirsty, wicked thing.

"I--I beseech you, my lord, to favor Gotham on the battlefield.  I know we are the weaker side--we have less men, and the terrain, and the supplies--we will never last a siege--"

Deathstroke cuts off his babbling with a frown.  For all the time Dick spent entreating the gods, he hasn't thought much about what to say when one finally listens.

Dick waits as Deathstroke completes his turn and stands before him once more.  In the shadow of the altar, he looks like nothing more than a man--dressed for combat, broadsword strapped to his back, dark eyepatch hiding the damage even a god couldn't heal.  The other icy blue eye stares down at Dick with the searing intensity of a thousand suns.

In the shadow of his altar, he looks like a god.

"Why?" Deathstroke asks curiously.  "Why should I favor you?"

There is a hint of poison in the tone.  Dick refused Deathstroke's offer to be his champion once, when Dick was still a child, and gods do not forget.  Gods do not forgive.

"I will give you anything," Dick says, painfully honest now that he has everything to lose.  "Anything that is mine to give."

Deathstroke's eye flashes.  "A tempting offer, little bird," he rumbles.

"It is yours.  Entirely yours, so long as you help."

Deathstroke reaches out and Dick stays where he is.  Lets the god trace the lines of his face with fingers that feel molten.  Hardly dares to breathe.

"Very well, little bird.  We have a deal."

The clasp of hands feels like shackles around Dick's wrists.  He breathes in and out and keeps the god's stare.

He doesn't let himself think about what he agreed to.  Tomorrow is war.  The consequences come after.

~#~

"Where have you been?" Damian accosts him the moment he enters the manor.  "We practically tore the walls apart looking for you--"

"I was praying," Dick says, heading straight for his room and his armor.  "For victory in today's battle."

Damian puffs up.  It's almost adorable, if Dick wasn't focused on buckling everything in place.  "You are very nearly late for that same battle--"

"I am here now," Dick says shortly, strapping on his sword.  "Enough.  Are you prepared?"

"I still insist I am better utilized with you, in the vanguard--"

"No."  In the case that Bruce does return, Dick will not be the one to tell him that he got his ten-year-old killed.  "You will stay and defend the manor in case of an incursion."  It is a way to keep the kid out of the fighting and he knows it.  "Do you understand?"

Damian makes a face.  "Yes," he grumbles.

Dick does not trust him, but he doesn't have the time.  Dawn's first light is breaking and the battle will begin soon.  He has no way to know what shape or form Deathstroke's assistance will take.  He will not sit around and wait for it.

He has begged long enough.  The time has come to fight.

Gotham's forces array out, facing those of neighboring Metropolis.  Someone is whispering in Luthor's ear, someone enticed him to attack.  Someone is keeping the other gods at bay.  The deck is already stacked against Dick.

The first charge begins.  Dick motions for his forces to stay steady and let the archers answer.  A hail of arrows arc over the battlefield.

A wind blows strong enough to sweep them all aside.

Interference.  Dick wants to close his eyes and weep.  Unfortunately, he does not have that luxury.

He grimly motions for the attack.

The clash of two armies is a terrible thing.  The noise of a hundred blades striking each other, the squelch of blood spraying free, the cries and shouts and screams of killers and the killed.  Dick hates it and yet he rides to it.  There is no other way.

Right before the armies meet, there is an unfurling in the middle, a man straightening like he was always there.  And maybe he was.

Deathstroke turns unerringly towards Dick, meeting his gaze despite the lengths that separate them, and unsheathes his sword to point it straight at Dick in salute.

He's smiling.  It is a terrifying thing.

And then he turns and attacks.

The armies meet as the God of War scythes his way through Dick's enemies, blood splattering and steel ringing, and sunlight flashing off that enormous sword that Deathstroke wields one-handed like it weighs as much as a feather.

Dick cannot look away.

There is nothing in the world more alluring than the sight of a god in their element.

Nothing more dangerous either.

~#~

In the end, it doesn't matter who whispers in Luthor's ear or snatches arrows from the sky.  Nothing in the world, mortal or not, is strong enough to defeat the God of War on a battlefield.

Gotham wins handily.  People cheer on the streets, soldiers clutch each other and weep, and the injured outnumber the dead.  An occasion to celebrate.

Dick finishes the letter he is writing and carefully presses it shut.  Ties it and leaves it on his desk.  They will find it easily enough when they search for him.  He has kept it vague, only commanding them not to look for him.  He is not lost.

Dick made this choice willingly.  Now he has to pay the price.

He slips from the manor, ducking past festive crowds and out of the way of laughter and celebration.  He clings to the memory of the relief on Damian's face when Dick returned.  Alfred's quiet joy.

The determination on Tim's face when he left.  The burning green fire in Jason's, utterly alien but at least alive.  The implacable strength of Bruce, a mountain Dick has never been able to match.

Dick hoped that whatever Deathstroke asked for, he could stand to lose.  Something minor, a quest perhaps, nothing that would steal him from his family.  At the very worst, the binding Dick refused once.  Being War's champion would severely curtail Dick's freedom, but he would still be able to visit home.

But Deathstroke didn't bless their swords to strike true or their arrows to hit their targets.  He didn't shift battlefield currents to their favor or tilt luck on their side.  He showed up to fight and slaughtered his way through a good portion of the enemy.

For that much destruction, there can be only one price.

The temple is empty, though offerings fill it from end to end.  Dick steps past them all, to the very end of the hall and the altar looming above him.  The last offering.

His arm trembles as he stretches it out.  But the blade slices cleanly, carving a line up his forearm, blood spilling far faster than before.  He switches the grip, the blade jerky in his bleeding hand, and manages a shaky slice up the other forearm.  The knife goes clattering against the altar.  Dick breathes raggedly and squeezes his eyes against the tears.

It's the pain, that's all.  Nothing more.

When he opens them, Deathstroke is right in front of him.  Dick doesn't flinch, even when Deathstroke grabs his bleeding arms.

"What is this?" the god hisses, one eye burning furiously.  It feels curiously distant though.  Possibly because the world is blurring out.

"The price," Dick reminds him with a tongue that feels too big.  "You helped.  I have to pay."

He can almost feel Jason's shock, can see his little brother turning towards him from far, far away.  He wonders if Jay can visit him in the Underworld.

"Foolish little bird," he hears Deathstroke sigh somewhere above him.  The burning in his arms changes to burning, sharp, fiery pain racing along the cut and making him scream.  "Only life can pay for death."

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

ATLA

Divergence of Destiny by Fernandidilly_yo

This is his life now, here on this ship, serving tea with Uncle and the crew. Traveling the world and staying far, far away from the ongoing war.

The Jasmine Dragon is Zuko's home.

Meeting the Avatar does not change that.

It changes absolutely nothing.

(Until, inevitably, it does.)

Tea and Cakes by ghosteyes

Zuko is having trouble pretending he doesn't has a problem with food and through a series of field trips with friends, the gaang starts to pick up on that as well.

Wishful Thinking by mindbending

Right after Boiling Rock, Zuko found Sokka sprawled in his tent with a bouquet of red roses, and a ring of romantic candles, and one final rose set between his teeth. With the littlest twinge of envy, Zuko realized the entire display was for Suki.

The point is Sokka's flirting is about as subtle as a buffalo yak. To miss it, you’d have to be a complete and utter airhead.

Stranger Things

Down in a Dead Man's Town by holyfudgemonkeys (erraticallyinspired)

When Steve nearly runs over Will Byers on that fateful night in 1983, he doesn’t expect offering him a ride home would result in both of them being hunted into another dimension. Surviving there is hard. Adapting to normal life again is even harder. His old self settles like an ill-fitting suit, and there’s no room for nightmares and fear and his new bond with Will in it. As he struggles to find a new normal he can live with, Steve finds himself befriending a bunch of kids and maybe (definitely) falling in love with a local weed dealer.

BNHA

Overcome by redrobin1989

When Izuku accepted All Might's quirk, he never expected to feel this helpless again. Sitting in on the interrogation of a serial killer, he realizes that the past can't always be left behind. Sometimes it comes back and brings with it a body count.

One can either overcome the problem or yourself be overcome.

DC (Batfamily)

Conference Room 2B by motleyfam

And okay, fine, Tim can admit it: his parents paying off a school official to circumvent social services just to see him was sketchy at best—probably illegal at worst. They really shouldn’t have done it. Bruce and Alfred would be furious to find out that they had. Not to mention Jason, who would go absolutely apeshit.

But–

But it was also just really fucking sweet of them.

Tim hasn’t felt this loved, this cherished, this fought for and desired by his parents in years.

Doesn’t he at least owe it to them to hear them out?

(Three months into Tim’s foster placement with the Waynes, Jack and Janet Drake decide they want back into their son’s life.)

Another Mirror by byrambles

It’s over remarkably quickly. The winning Batman leaves the losing Batman on the floor, still and broken, and Superman moves quickly to tie that one up as Winning Batman turns away. Turns toward Damian.

His shoulders slump, and Damian feels numb. This is not his Batman.

Anton Syndrome by Anonymous

Tim's parents have been away for six months and counting—the longest he's ever been left alone at one time—and it's starting to have some unpleasant side effects. Luckily, he has a solution.

OR, the one where Tim attempts prostitution to cure his touch starvation. His plan goes wrong pretty much from step one, but it all works out for the better.

DC/Danny Phantom

I Just Wanna Talk by foldingfacets

John Constantine beat the system of life and death until it fully refused to touch him anymore, and when it did, it never went well. It was a fact that the League had come to terms with, or those that knew, anyways. None of Constantine’s past could explain the kid in fuzzy pajamas that was curled up on a chair in the Justice League’s control room asking for the elusive brit.

Danny had barely made it to high school graduation only to be thrust into dealing with the millennia of bullshit waiting ever so patiently for the King of the Infinite Realms to look at. The fact that there was a weird amount of paperwork filed regarding some dude named John Constantine that looked like the weirdest form of tax fraud he’d ever seen was puzzling, and his parents committed that regularly. He has no idea what the hell he’s looking at.

Alternately: Danny is the inter-dimensional personification of the IRS for Death and the Unliving, and he just has a couple questions.

[wandabear]

the river's daughter

ㅤㅤㅤ Pairing: Natasha romanoff x female reader Summary: You are nothing more than an avatar of a goddess that has lived many years. And even though you think you know everything, there's always something or someone that comes into your life to surprise you. ㅤㅤㅤ natasha's masterlist wanda's masterlist

warnings: mentions of death, violence, angst, fluff and smut. (+18) top!nat

How does it feel? Feeling that every day is the same, over and over again. Anyone would lose their minds with such daily monotony, so many years. But she was okay with it, for a long, long time. ㅤㅤㅤ

Do you want to know how it all started? First of all, you should know that it wasn't easy. Mercy, that's something they never had for her.

ㅤㅤㅤ They stoned her, beat her, spit on her and abused her. They tied the girl up like a pig and burned at the stake, cheering as her skin burned slowly; if a man craved knowledge and discovered something that would change the world, he was a genius. But if a woman did, you were quickly considered a witch.

ㅤㅤㅤ Well, now it isn't the same as before.  Of course they don't burn you for being smart but, let's say that the same ignorant people are always there.

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ㅤㅤㅤ 1452 AD.

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“Witch!” Exclaimed one of the residents of that town, as the girl was carried through those dirty streets, her feet collided, splashing in the rain puddles. The girl was dragged through that place against her will, she cried trying to let go, but the mob pushed her over and over again.

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Hitting her. Insulting her. Spitting on her. ㅤㅤㅤ

“You're disgusting! You should be ashamed!” Yelled her own mother, hitting Y/N’s cheek so hard. A dirty face, a broken lip and eyes full of anguish.

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“I haven't done anything, I swear. I'm not a witch!” Y/N defended herself, until one of the men took her by the neck, taking her to the stake.

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“Don't listen to her, she's not herself anymore. A demon has possessed her body and the only way is to purify her.” exclaimed the village priest, raising his hands. “The fire will purify her soul.”

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“Please, it's just me.” Y/N asked through tears. Those tears mixed with the soot on her cheekbones, dark tears falling down her face. She didn't understand why she had to be there, she didn’t do anything wrong.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Showing interest in science, contradicting everything trying to find a coherent answer, was strange. She wanted data, proof, she wanted answers. Y/N wanted to travel the world, wanted to know love.

The love of a girl who was watching her from the crowd, disappointed. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Do it now!” Alfred yelled, one of the men from the village came up with others, and Y/N’ legs trembled. Just remembering what happened two nights ago, a chill ran through her body.

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“Help!” The girl screamed desperately as she felt Alfred settle behind her, so intimidating. Those screams and her crying were not going to save her. The decision was made, her fate was inevitable. Her wet eyes allowed Y/N to barely see the faces of each of the people who were in front of the pyre. One by one, the people she knew since she was a child. Looks of disapproval, disgust and pity.

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An anguished gasp escaped her dry lips as Alfred picked up one of the torches and flung it at Y/N’s feet, starting the fire. There was no turning back. 

Why did she felt so guilty?  She was the victim here, about to be burned alive.  How could she forgive them?

ㅤㅤㅤ

The flames spread quickly, fear gnawing at her skin as she tried to loosen her grip. Her teeth clenched, jaw aches but she tried to be strong. 

So what? What was the point of fighting? What was the point of crying? What was the point of yelling?

ㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N’s teary eyes rested one more time on the people in the place and then, she looked up at the sky. A huge moon settled in the sky; she had always felt a certain peace at night. ㅤㅤㅤ Her lungs filled with oxygen for one last time, the smoke was beginning to make her cough but that wasn't the worst. Fire licked at skin, hands trembled with pain, so slow. ㅤㅤㅤ Do you know what is the worst thing about dying like that? In addition to wanting to die quickly, the worst is the smell. You start to feel like the first layers of skin burn, every part of you until finally your nerves finally die. That is when you are grateful that death comes, but it will still take time. ㅤㅤㅤ

The moon at midnight witnessed the pain of a woman and the negligence of those people. And her last thought was devoted to what she had loved most in her life, to the wonders she had witnessed. ㅤㅤㅤ

To the frogs in the river that jumped while she looked at the eggs they laid on the plants, marveling at something as simple as a tadpole. 

ㅤㅤㅤ To the bugs in the grass she watched with curiosity, to the crows that prowled the pastures while she came back home in the afternoons. 

People used to call her ‘the river’s daughter’, because she was always there.

ㅤㅤㅤ

And Y/N innocently wished she could live a little longer. Wanting retribution for her life taken so unfairly. She wanted revenge, she wanted to travel, to know, she wanted so much more. And nature responded, but not in the way she expected.

ㅤㅤㅤ

I feel the pain inside of you.

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A voice, so soft, like a warm hug in the freezing winter, feeling an absolute calm that she had never felt. Was that part of dying? Because if it was, it was so much better than being alive in a cold place like this.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Who are you?” 

ㅤㅤㅤ

Do you really want to live again?

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Y/N thought about that question, of course she wanted another chance. But was it possible?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Yes.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Do you swear to protect the wild nature and hunt those who would do them harm?

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Yes.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Then now you will be known by many names… Artemis. Medeina. Diana. Aradia. Arduinna. So many names… but it will always be you, Artio.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Rise and live again.”

NOW

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“You're getting in trouble, aren't you?  know you so well, Y/N. Just stay outta trouble.” - received from Alena two minutes ago.

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The cloaked woman sighed deeply and put away her phone, watching the city from that building. It was a fairly quiet night.

Narrowing her eyes, Y/N quickly shapeshifted into a bat to fly and silently entered through that broken window.

Getting to the fourth floor was easier than she expected, silently killing each of the thugs. One by one, they died under the edge of her blades.

ㅤㅤㅤ

She stopped for a moment to use her powers and listen to how many more were left and specifically, where was what she was looking for.

Y/N took a few more steps until she stopped, hearing gun shots on some lower floors. Someone else had entered the building, a team.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Nice.”  Y/N growled. She was definitely going to have to hurry.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Hearing those shots outside, that big man sighed and turned to see the redhead in front of him. That woman lay tied to the chair, it was clear that she had been interrogated and tortured for hours.

The legendary Black Widow was handcuffed, spending hours in that interrogation in that disgusting and humid room.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“This is not how I wanted this evening to go.”  The man named Lev Nikolayevich, a big arms trafficking leader, sat across from her at the desk. Beside Nat, two of his thugs smirked.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “They will come for you soon.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Then you better talk fast or you'll be food for my dog.” Lev said in a raspy voice, pointing to the huge dog at the side of the room. That dog with grayish fur due to dust and dirt, the scars and some wounds that were barely healing showed that it was used for fighting.

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“Who are you working for?” The man asked again. “Spiridonov, right?”

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“I thought General Spiridonov was in charge of the business.” Natasha just kept staring at him.

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Lev lit a cigarette and inhaled the smoke deeply, playing with the idea of burning her with it. “Your outdated information betrays you.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

Natasha's eyes widened and she swallowed, trying to play the role of a frightened and emotionally vulnerable woman.

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“The famous Black Widow…” He smiled, blowing out the smoke on Natasha’s face. “...and she turns out to be just another pretty face.”

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Arching a flirtatious eyebrow, Natasha murmured: “Do you think I’m pretty?”

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“Ms. Romanoff.” Lev moved the cigar toward Natasha's bare leg. “If you're looking for a confession-”

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Before he could say anything else, an arrow pierced the neck of one of his friends. Making him fall to the ground, choking on his own blood.

Startled, Lev turned to see the hooded figure in the doorway carrying a bow.

The first thing Natasha thought about was Clint, and of course she was going to kill him when they got out of there. That was her undercover mission.

ㅤㅤㅤ But seeing how the other thug was brutally beaten by that agile figure and then impaled with an arrow, the widow realized that it couldn't be him. Clint would never kill without mercy.

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Lev took a step back, terrified especially when the hooded woman aimed another arrow at his chest.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Wait, we need him!”  Natasha growled, she had gone through all that just to get information from that guy. She needed him alive. 

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Get in line.”  Y/N grunted.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“I don't know who you are, but the Avengers need him. He has some big deal intel about-” The black widow tried to 'manipulate' her but she didn't know that this woman was immune to it. Y/N didn't care in the slightest what happened to that human trash.

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“I don't care about your business.” Y/N quickly interrupted her, aiming it straight at the man's throat. “I only came for the dog.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

She hated humans, she didn't care about this guy or any of them. Without further ado, Y/N shot the arrow through Lev's throat and nailing him against the wall. 

ㅤㅤㅤ

The goddess watched as the light disappeared from the man's eyes and then approached to free the dog and get out of that place. 

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“That’s okay, boy, we’re leaving.” she cooed. That huge puppy only wagged his tail so happy that someone got him out of that torture. Natasha just watched that scene without being able to believe it, without being able to understand it.

ㅤㅤㅤ Y/N walked to the door with that excited dog by her side until Natasha's voice made her stop:

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“Who are you?” The redhead frowned curiously and worried, she couldn't see her face but it was definitely a woman. But the goddess did not answer, she just smiled and left that place.

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By the time Natasha managed to free herself from that chair, Y/N had completely disappeared, without leaving any trace of her participation that night. That was a complete mystery to her.

That was the first time she crossed paths with Natasha Romanoff.

After a long journey, Y/N finally returned home with that big pup by her side. Closed the door but stood for a moment, feeling a presence that told her that she wasn't alone.

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“Go eat something, boy.” Y/N told the dog with a kind look.

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The pup lowered his head and walked towards the kitchen, understanding and giving her the space she needed. Y/N turned and walked towards the living room, meeting a woman in front of the huge window. A tall, brunette woman of about thirty-five years old, wearing a suit that made her look spectacular.

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“I knew it, I swear...”  Alena shook her head, utterly tired. “I just- I knew you were doing some shit!”

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“Look-” Y/N tried, coming closer. The goddess understood how upset Alena could be with her, how many times she saved her ass. 

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“No, don’t ‘look’ at me.” 

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“He was a bad man.” Y/N exhaled and approached her sister, who just crossed her arms, waiting for a good excuse. “He polluted this planet, trafficked weapons and also had fighting dogs. Can you believe it? I wasn't going to stay still.”

“Y/N…” Alena stood in front of her, rubbing her temple. “We cannot interfere in human affairs. Like that man last time-”

“They were not just human affairs. He loved to kill whales in the Faroe Islands!” Y/N growled.  “Trust me, just because we are here doesn't mean I have to sit around doing nothing, I'm sick of it.”

Alena just sat on the edge of the sofa, sighing. After so many years of being together, Y/N never ceased to amaze her or give the biggest headaches.

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Y/N was the avatar of Artio, goddess of the hunt and the wild nature, but Alena was the avatar of Athena. The great mighty Athena, goddess of Wisdom, heroic endeavor and war. Unlike Ares who embodied war in a brutal way, Athena directed war battles in an intelligent and orderly manner. That's why she was in charge now.

And of course, many times she was extremely responsible and kinda bossy, the complete opposite of Y/N.

“Y/N, we made a pact a long time ago and we must keep it that way, or everything is going to be a mess.” The taller brunette sighed, she could easily scold and beat her up, but she just looked at her sister and spoke to her patiently. “We don't interfere. We can't.”

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“What do you expect me to do?” Y/N exhaled tiredly, sitting on the couch. “They love Thor.”

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“Thor is a fucking alien.” Alena shrugged, watching that beautiful view from the place. The warm sun shining against her face. “We defy all their beliefs because we are from this very planet. They see Steve Rogers as an old man, a living fossil, imagine what they'll say if they know we've been around for much longer. Hundreds, thousands of years.”

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“They don't deserve us anyway. They'd hate us the moment they found out, they're just awful, violent parasites. Sorry for the comparison, poor parasites.” Y/N said, quite annoyed, there wasn't even a human she liked enough. She just used them as she pleased.

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“Some are really worth it.” the brunette whispered.  “They make mistakes, just like us. The difference is that some of them try to do better, and some of us would never consider it.”

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Y/N was silent for a moment, she was right. Well, most of the time, but it was still worth accepting. Especially for a soul as rebellious as Y/N's.

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“Okay, I’m sorry.” She looked down.

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“I know.” But Alena just smiled tenderly and nodded. After all, Y/N was still young. “I did something crazy the other day too.”

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Y/N frowned. “Like what?” 

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“Well… There was a guy who was going to go free, and I just… I used my powers and I made him confess.”  The goddess got up from the sofa and adjusted her suit. She seemed somewhat embarrassed just saying it, which made Y/N just laughed.

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“That’s doing justice, that’s your job. That’s not something crazy.” Y/N still didn't seem to understand. What was the big deal?

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Alena looked quite guilty for what she had done. “I didn't follow the rules and I manipulated him, that's a bit wrong, Y/N.”

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But Y/N just laughed even louder.

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“I thought you'd say something incredibly crazy or have an orgy or something… But, sis, you’re weird and boring.”

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The second time Y/N ran into Natasha it was a few years later, and it was even more unexpected.

ㅤㅤ Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the sea breeze against her face. She smiled, she'd always loved Norway. The goddess walked on that road, among the trees and the cliff facing the ocean. She arrived in Norway a week ago for reasons much more difficult to explain, Alena needed her presence in some kind of meeting but being in that place was revitalizing, especially surrounded by so much nature.

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The woman stood in front of that cliff, rejoicing at feeling the light drizzle. The song of the birds made her close her eyes, smile widely. Everything was perfect until the sound of a car engine made her grunt a bit annoyed.

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In the distance, a small car was slowing down. It was a small Lada Niva driven by a redhead woman who lowered her window to chat with her.

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“Hi.” Natasha said in a husky voice, watching the woman curiously.

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“Hey.” Y/N mumbled. 

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Natasha Romanoff again. How come of so many people in this fucking world, it had to be just her?

Y/N froze, thinking that the agent might recognize her but then she remembered that Natasha never saw her face.

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“Are you lost?” Natasha asked a bit worried, not only at the thought of someone hanging around near her trailer, but with that woman near the cliff, what if she wanted to jump? She couldn't just ignore it.

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“Oh, no… well, I- I think so? My phone just… stopped working.” Y/N chuckled embarrassedly, clearly faking it. “Sorry.”

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“It’s okay.” The redhead nodded and relaxed a little more. “Do you need a ride somewhere?”

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Y/N licked her lips, looking around. Denying it would be quite suspicious and the last thing she needed was that woman to follow her steps. The brunette smiled tenderly and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

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“That would be good although my mother taught me not to get into strangers' cars.” Y/N teased, making Natasha smile.

Y/N walked around that car and sighed deeply before getting into it.

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The scent of Natasha's perfume reached her, truly exquisite. Could notice some wild raspberry tones. She also saw some bags in the back seat, the russian spy was clearly coming back from the store.

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“Do you live here?” Y/N cocked her head to look at her. Natasha kept her gaze fixed on the long and lonely road. “Interesting place. It's boring?”

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“Not much.” Natasha sighed. “I like the calm.”

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Y/N just nodded and turned her gaze to see the beautiful ocean. The waves crashed against the cliff, and with each swell, she felt revitalized.

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“Are you backpacking? or just a tourist?” Nat asked more incisively, clearly beginning to be suspicious. She noticed that Y/N was carrying a backpack, not too big. “I mean, you don't have a Norwegian accent.”

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Y/N smiled a little shy. “You're right, I'm not from here. I am a tourist, I arrived some days ago.” She opened the backpack slowly, noticing how Natasha tensed. “I am a wildlife photographer, I came to learn and see some puffins.”

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Y/N took a camera out of the backpack, showing it to her. She had to make a supernatural effort not to laugh when she saw Natasha's face. Maybe thought she'd pull out a gun.

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“Nice.” The redhead swallowed and smiled sheepishly. “I’m Natalie.”

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“Oh, silly. We know exactly who you are.” Y/N thought and smirked.

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“I’m Y/N.” 

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“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Natasha nodded, but then she wrinkled her nose. “What’s a puffin?”

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Y/N giggled at her question and stared at the redhead for a moment. 

She carefully observed every part of Nat’s face, those green eyes, her nose, those lips. The adorable red-haired braids contrast with her pale skin. Maybe playing with the humans for a while wouldn't hurt.

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“Do you have two hours to find out?”  Y/N arched an eyebrow. “Unless you're afraid of a stranger.”

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Natasha looked at her somewhat surprised and perhaps interested. Who was that mysterious woman? Why did she feel that she knew her from somewhere?

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“This is beautiful.” Natasha's voice showed how amazed she was.

They were both sitting on the grass in front of that beautiful cliff facing the ocean, the blue sky made it even more wonderful. The sound of the birds and the waves was all they could hear.

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Natasha had been in Norway for a while, but never experienced anything like that.

A few steps from them, there were some adorable chubby birds. They were black and white, their beaks had some beautiful and vivid colors like orange, red and yellow.

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“I’m in love with them.” Nat giggled, maybe happy for the first time in a long time. Perhaps somewhat adorable and clumsy to walk, they just managed to win Natasha Romanoff's heart and that wasn't easy.

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“They’re the most punctual bird in the world.” Y/N whispered, smiling at them. “They arrive to spend the summer here on the same day, every year. Nobody knows why.”

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“Some call them 'the clowns of the sea'.”

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“That’s a cute clown.” Nat smirked, seeing how an adorable puffin came out of its cave with another and began to rub its beak against its partner's, in a very adorable way. “Oh, look how their beaks collide! Are they kissing or something?!”

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Y/N watched as Natasha seemed fascinated, and strangely the goddess felt something inside her. Something new, something she didn’t know. A warm feeling that she swore she never felt before.

Tenderness.

Seeing how those green eyes showed illusion, in perhaps the most deadly person on this planet. The goddess was enormously curious now.

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“Yes, that’s how they show love.” Y/N laughed, this time she didn't pretend. “They’re quite romantic. Once they’ve mated they stay together forever.”

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Nat nodded and smirked. “Quite romantic indeed.”

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Biting her lower lip, perhaps a little needy for some little contact with another being, Y/N barely whispered a few words to one of the puffins.

It wasn't any kind of manipulation, she just invited him to come closer and the bird, knowing who she was, gladly accepted.

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“What is he doing?” Natasha asked a bit worried, noticing how that bird was getting closer.

With clumsy steps and constant flapping, that puffin slowly approached Natasha until it was facing her.

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Opening her eyes wide, Nat stood still, not knowing what to do. She didn't want that bird to hurt her but she didn't want to hurt him either.

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“It won't hurt you, it's just curious.”Y/N chuckled at the redhead's nervousness. “Touch his head, very gently.”

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“I…” Natasha hesitated for a moment.  She didn't know how to say it.

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“You don’t wanna hurt him.” So Y/N said it for her, somewhat surprised. Such a selfless act, she would never have expected.

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“No, I don’t.” The redhead sighed. “Isn't it an endangered bird or something? I wouldn't want to ruin it.”

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“Just do it gently.”

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Despite her fear, Natasha reached out her hand to that bird and gently caressed its head. That puffin began to flutter happily, snuggling between her legs for a minute and then walking around her.

Y/N just laughed and reached for her camera, taking some pictures of the bird. And though Natasha didn't notice, she took a few of the smiling redhead befriending a curious puffin.

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After a few minutes of wandering, the bird decided to fly and return to his family.

Both were silent for a while, enjoying the place and taking pictures until Y/N opened her backpack. She pulled out a small lunch box with sandwiches and a bottle of water.

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“You have a lot of food for just one person.” Natasha said somewhat suspiciously.

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Y/N arched an eyebrow and handed her the lunch box. “I eat a lot.”

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That was true tho.  Noticing how the redhead looked at the food with mistrust, the brunette took a bite first, staring at her.

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Natasha gave her a fake smile and took a sandwich. “How about we get to know each other? Let's do some questions.”

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“Sure. Shoot.” Y/N shrugged.

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She knew that for a while, Natasha had doubted her since they met. Wasn’t stupid or naive at all, the redhead was one of the best agents of one of the most important agencies in the world.

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“Are you an agent?” The black widow narrowed her eyes at her, taking a bite of the sandwich. The goddess turned to stare at her, accepting that challenge.

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Sincerely, she answered short and concisely. “No.”

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“Are you part of the government? An undercover agent?”

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“No.” Y/N blinked slowly, she wasn't even intimidated and that made Natasha feel a bit nervous.

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“Are you telling me the truth?”

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“Yes.”

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If Natasha was sure of anything, it was that she knew very well when someone was lying to her.  And so far, the stranger had been passing her test.

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“Did you come here for me?”

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“No.” 

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Nat thought for a moment what to say, Y/N seemed to be telling the truth or was better than her at lying, and that was very difficult to accept. But she never broke the connection between their gazes.

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“Do you know who I am?”

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Finally one of the most important questions and at the same time easier to answer.

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“Who doesn't know you, Natasha Romanoff? A.K.A Black Widow, wanted by many. You’re quite a star on TV… ex-Avenger.” Y/N smiled and took another bite of the sandwich. 

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Natasha didn't say anything for a moment, analyzing everything the brunette had said and then sighed. She was telling the truth.

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“Did I pass your test yet, agent Romanoff? Can I keep eating my sandwich?”

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The next thing she knew was how Natasha was taking her inside that trailer, closing the door without even looking. Couldn't take her lips off her or hands from Y/N's body.

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Y/N's eyes reflect desire and passion, but above all, how delighted and excited she felt to see Natasha in such a passionate way.

Sex had always been a good way to connect, Y/N couldn't help but feel the need at times, but nothing and no one really mattered to her.

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But this time, this one was different.

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The way Natasha took off her clothes, the way the widow dominated her whole naked body in that bed.  First, the redhead dedicated herself to devouring her, kissing, touching, biting Y/N's body with devotion and passion, making her feel truly like a goddess. How that tongue made her come over and over again.

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As those fingers marked her, running through Y/N’s body with patience and need at the same time. As the widow first invited the woman to ride her on her favorite toy, then being thrusted over and over again, Y/N hid her face in the pillow swallowing to drown her moans but it was impossible. 

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Those soft hands held the goddess' hips like she owned her, and far from hating it, for a night, Y/N loved it. Those soft, full lips kissing the back of her neck, her tattooed back as Nat filled her completely.

Cupping Y/N’s breasts that moved with each thrust, each one of them bringing her closer and closer to a new orgasm.

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But far from allowing her a break, the redhead captured Y/N’s lips again. One more time. Natasha definitely seemed to need this, she needed to release all that tension and Y/N was the most exquisite way right now.

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Fed up with the melancholy and the gray and lonely days far from the Avengers, Natasha spent the night making Y/N hers looking for a little shred of joy. Biting, kissing, devouring, sinking deep inside her. Trying to forget.

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The next day, Natasha woke up feeling the warmth of the sun against her face but also an empty cold bed. The redhead sat on the bed confused, being the 'abandoned' one without a goodbye this time seemed to make her ego feel a bit hurt.

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Of course she used to do it all the time, but that woman… that woman completely stole her attention and interest from that day on.

Her phone vibrated on the table and for a moment she hoped it was her, but Nat only smiled slightly when she saw that it was just Rick Mason saying:  ‘I have what you asked for.’

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Both were in that office in one of the best buildings in New York City, where Alena practiced as one of the best lawyers in that firm. 

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“Thank you, Sylvie.” Alena smiled at her assistant as she placed both cups of coffee on the desk. Y/N smiled at the girl before she closed the door.

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Once Sylvie disappeared, her sister finally snapped.

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“So…”

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Alena pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to find patience. “You fucked THE Black Widow.”

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“Well… yep.” Y/N smiled toothly, taking the coffee and dropping some sugar into it. “It was worth it.”

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“You’re so lucky you only fuck women, or we would be having some serious shit with demigods, like that time… Remember? It was a fucking mess.” Alena growled, maybe being Athena's avatar made her a little grumpy sometimes. “Was it good?”

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Y/N laughed at the curiosity of her sister, who narrowed her eyes excited to hear some gossip. “Really good, like… I was very surprised. Best sex i've ever had.”

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Alena frowned. “Really surprised? It's the Black Widow, everyone wants a little of that. She’s like sex itself... Just admit that you have a human crush, there's nothing wrong with that. Even Aphrodite loved her. ”

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“As if you don't have a secret crush on the little witch.” Y/N teased, enjoying too much to annoy her sister.

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“I’m not.” Alena laughed nervously, so nervous that she almost pushed her coffee cup clumsily.  “I just feel that life has been very unfair to her.”

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“Yeah, sure.” Y/N rolled her eyes and then looked at the nearest tv, watching the news repeat over and over how the Avengers saved the world again. “They did it again.” 

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“Yep, I saw it. That's why I'm trying to work on this.” Alena sighed, typing quickly.

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“At least they're giving you a nice tribute.” Y/N teased and scrunched her nose.  “Goddess of heroic endeavor.”

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“Fuck you.” Alena sighed and took one of her files, signing some papers.  “Look at me, I was a respected goddess leading battles and now I'm signing these fucking papers to do some justice.”

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They both smiled with a certain sadness, times had changed a lot. For the better in many things, and for others, everything remained the same.

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“And yet, years later, you still think they're worth it.” Y/N drank some of her coffee.

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“I know there's no excuse for what they did to you when you died, but they're not all the same.” Alena took off her glasses to look at her for a moment, crossing her arms on the table. The papers could wait.

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“Because you love them.”  Y/N just sighed. Of course Alena loved humans, like half the gods who were barely still alive. But not Y/N, she still couldn't forgive them.

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“Because I personally think they can be better.” Alena stirred her coffee and drank some of it. “I'm not the one who fucks them.”

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Y/N laughed amused and got up to leave. “You should.”

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“Please, don't get in trouble.” The brunette managed to say before her sister left the office. When Y/N turned around, Alena raised an eyebrow and said: “We don't need to mess with the Avengers.”

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Y/N just grinned and walked out of the office, giving her the middle finger.

But the third time she met Natasha Romanoff, it was memorable. Because it was at that very moment.

[everythingisawayoflife]

batfam in random situations part 1 (?): airport

i’m so deep into batfam brainrot its kind of terrifying. so. uh. yeah. here is what i think they’re all like on a vacation that requires flight. for all intents and purposes, this is a commercial airline lets pretend the private jet that bruce so totally owns is out of commission. apologies if these are not accurate to their characters, i’m just having fun lol

for starters i definitely think bruce is that parent who’s super anal about getting to the airport on time

like the flight leaves at 8:30, bruce wants to get up at 2:30 and wake everyone else up with him

he’s got checklists for every kid cause every kid is different

i think this house looks like chaos - like think home alone when the mcallisters’ power goes out and they wake up late except the fam is just like that

i’d like to think duke is the most prepared out of all of them - he’s got his suitcase, his carryon, and the comfiest yet cutest airport clothes (cause you know the hot airport people you’re only ever gonna see once? duke dresses to be one of those people)

duke is getting dragged into the chaos though - one minute he’s sitting watching some avatar: the last airbender, next he’s being bombarded by dick asking if he’s gonna ge arrested for bringing shampoo thats only a little over 8 ounces (its like 8.00001)

“no, damian. you can’t bring alfred with you to france. ESPECIALLY not batcow!”

tim was supposed to pack last night. and he was going to, honest! but then the drug case he’d been tracking picked up some heat again and the time got away from him. so he ropes cass into helping him pack efficiently. she only agrees if he lets her have the window seat.

i feel like out of all of them, jason is not a flying kind of guy? like a part of me is really getting the vibe that jason hates to fly so he’s always gotta have some dramamine on him. that and some noise-canceling headphones.

window seat fans: dick, tim, cass, steph

aisle seaters: bruce, jason, duke, damian

middle seaters (not by choice): tim, and on occasion bruce

tim has never ONCE gotten a window seat when they fly

steph’s carryon is JAMPACKED with everything you could ever need. first aid, secret snacks, etc. she’s surprised it even fit with her.

dick always brings a double headphone adapter, so he forces whatever sibling he’s seated besides (usually tim) to watch his airplane movie of choice: crazy rich asians

unrelated but do you think to keep up appearances, bruce joined the mile high club? i think so but anyway back to our regularly scheduled program

there are more pictures of damian watching a movie on his green-cased tablet with big headphones than he would like there to be. most of these pictures exist on dick’s phone.

it’s a struggle to get tim to sleep at home but on flights? he sleeps like a mf’in baby. especially when it’s a night flight so the cabin is dark and comfortable with those pretty lights. yeah goodnight tim drake.

steph is not afraid to get up in an annoying kid’s face if he’s kicking her seat. she’ll fight.

one thing about duke? he’s gonna fuck up some in-flight snacks. sometimes he won’t even eat them on the flight, he’ll just buy a few bags of the peanuts and collect them as a snack for vacation. they work well for him if they go on walking tours that last all day

more pictures on dick’s phone that said subject wish didn’t exist: photos of jason conked out on bruce’s shoulder and he is most definitely drooling

dick HATES airplane bathrooms. he’d rather piss himself than relieve himself in one of those.

cass’s airplane playlist is fire. she even looks cool listening to it.

damian CANNOT be seated behind tim; thats just a recipe for a no-no. he WILL kick the seat and there WILL be blood. no exceptions.

i skipped ahead to the actual flight and not the airport whoopsies let’s go over that below

dick always gets nervous going through bag check - he’s always FINE but he worries that somehow he’s got something he shouldn’t in his bag (this is something i do i KNOW i don’t have anything i shouldnt but what if 20 kilos of cocaine suddenly just appeared in my suitcase?)

tim has definitely had airport sushi like that snl skit. didn’t end well.

remember how i said duke was one of those hot people you see at the airport that you never see again? cass is also one of those people. they are just a cool duo and the paparazzi pictures are lowkey an aesthetic

bruce does a roll call at least seven times. it’s necessary since they have left a kid at home before (it was tim. he was salty about it for at least a month and guilt tripped everyone into doing what he pleased because of it)

to pass the time before they board, steph and jason play cards. their favorites are war and speed.

jason plays wait for me (reprise) in his headphones everytime he walks on one of those horizontal escalator thingys

dick and steph like to impersonate the flight attendants when they do that safety walkthrough

the kids all race each other down that long hallway before they board

unless he goes with them, alfred’s vacation usually begins when bruce texts him that they’ve landed and are on the way to the hotel (which opens the door for other shenanigans i might do a part 2 after all)

okay i think thats all i have i think other scenarios i’d like to do are these:

batfam at a hotel

batfam going grocery shopping

batfam at a wayne gala

batfam on vacation

there are probably more but who knows. for all i know, i’ll never do another one of these again.

[justtterra]

my headcanons with dating aph america

•Your dates either take place in a cafe (usually fast food) or you spend hours walking around New York. Despite his poor knowledge of geography, Alfred is good at the history of his country, and remembers everything perfectly, he likes to share about historical details, for example, that the Statue of Liberty was made by the French.

•For Halloween you dress up in paired costumes of superheroes, like “Peter Parker and Mary Jane” and so on, one day he asked you to put paired avatars of superheroes on some social network. Whether you agree or not is up to you.

•He easily lifts you up, and if you are tired, he will easily carry you home. He doesn’t mind doing this, he likes to be your hero.

[starwarsmum]

Day 27! Ahhh, so close to the end of 2025 🥺 the current final part to Ths Cat's Out of the Bag, press Start

@maribat-calendar-events

Part 1 Part 2

Bruce arrived back at the manor after being off-world for a couple of months to a house full of pandemonium. Cass was being chased around by Steph, someone was screaming in a room upstairs, and Alfred was shaking his head in fond exasperation as he met with Bruce.

“What's going on?” Bruce asked, handing Alfred his duffel bag and accepting a cup of coffee in return. 

“The young master Damian has a guest, who is thoroughly trouncing them all at a video game,” Alfred replied, smirking.

“I didn't realise Jon was that good at games,” Bruce said absently, heading up to the den to see them all. He pushed open the door to find his eldest two sons slamming their heads onto their controllers in frustration while Damian was snickering in one corner of a sofa.

Seated beside Damian was a girl that Bruce didn't recognise. She had dark hair and a sweet face that was set in a smug grin. Damian leaned over and whispered something in her ear that made her giggle but not enough to disrupt the devastating blows she rained down upon her opponents.

“I've never seen someone pull off that combo during a match before,” Tim said in awe. The girl cackled and her deft fingers sped through a combination of complicated button clicks that ended in a total knock out of the other avatars. Once the match was over, the girl did a fist pump and leapt to her feet.

“Boo-yah, Marinette style!” She crowed, striking a pose. She flopped back, landing in Damian's lap and Bruce panicked until his youngest son wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “Pretty sure I mentioned that I was the national champion all through high school before we started.”

“Yeah, but Dick's been playing this game since before you could walk,” Tim cried, flummoxed when she merely shrugged with one shoulder. “When you said you were a champion, I assumed that meant you'd won playing at a high school level.”

“That should teach you to verify your information then, shouldn't it Red,” the girl, Marinette said in a gloating voice. Bruce felt alarm bells ringing at the casual reference to Tim's alter ego and cleared his throat to capture everyone's attention. “Oh hey, Bruce is back!���

“Welcome home, father,” Damian said, not getting up. Marinette, still seated in the young man's lap, beamed up at Bruce. She had startling blue eyes and a protective feeling spread through him against his will. He internally cursed his weakness for children with dark hair and blue eyes and tried to remain stoic.

“Thank you, Damian, it's good to be back,” he replied, still eyeing Marinette with blatant curiosity. Nobody made a move to explain who she was or why she was here so he bit the bullet and asked. The response from Jason only confused him more.

“Steph didn't believe Marinette really existed, and Dick wanted to see if she was as good at gaming as she claimed. Also, Timmy, you owe me twenty.”

“I can't believe she trounced you both so thoroughly while you were working together,” Tim grumbled. 

“Tt, Marinette is unrivaled at this game in particular and is world renowned online for her ruthless ability to destroy any competitor,” Damian said smugly, nuzzling his nose into her neck. Bruce tried not to stare but he was also considering whether he had fallen into an alternate dimension instead of returning home.

“You would not believe some of the messages I receive from angry men on the internet,” Marinette said with a playful tweak of Damian's thumb. “Very sexist they are too, some accuse me of being a recluse who has nothing better to do with my time than to game every day.”

“Wait, are you telling me that you two met through an online gaming system?” Jason said, his tone gleeful. “And you insulted her? How did that win you over, Pix? Do we need to get you checked over for a mental disease? Maybe a brain tumour?”

“You are so immature, Jason,” the girl grumbled. “Damian suffered through a month of humiliating defeats before he was rude to me. Besides, Damian was very sweet when we actually spoke. I had no clue that he was so cute, either, so that was a nice surprise.”

“Alright, I give up,” Bruce said into the silence that followed Marinette's statement. He was highly unnerved by the blush on his most aggressive son's face and needed to get to the bottom of things immediately. “Who exactly are you, miss?”

“Oh! Sorry, I forgot we haven't been properly introduced,” she said brightly, standing and striding over to him with her hand out. “Nice to meet you, Mr Wayne, I'm Marinette, Damian’s girlfriend of two and a bit years.”

Bruce shook her hand warily, eyes cutting to Jason, Dick, and Tim for further explanation. But none seemed forthcoming and he pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to centre himself. Whatever had happened, she hadn't bewitched him through touch. This was either because it hadn't worked or because she had other ways of fooling them.

“See Damian, this is why I kept telling you to talk about me,” Marinette said with a sigh. “I understand that this is unusual for you, sir, but I met Damian online a couple of years ago and then your other children more recently during an…incident involving mistaken identity. I believe that Diana and Clark can explain some of the particulars as they were called in to assist.”

“Mistaken identity,” Bruce said flatly, narrowing his eyes at Jason and Dick. “Perhaps we could sit down and have the whole story hashed out.”

“I shall join you, Master Bruce, I have never been able to get Miss Marinette to tell me about her time as a superheroine,” Alfred said and Bruce stared at the young woman. To her credit, she didn't shy away from the attention and only nodded begrudgingly.

“Okay, fine, but it's a long story so buckle up.” Everyone settled down comfortably, Damian pulling her back into his lap. She smiled back at him, before she grew serious - it was as though she was a different person, and Bruce could believe she did hero work in that moment. “So, for me personally, my time as Ladybug started when a classmate was akumatised…”

_ _ _

“...and then Damian messaged me to say that these three suspected me of failed manslaughter and I had to come back and clear my name,” Marinette said. The conversation has taken several hours, pausing briefly in the middle to get refreshments and use the bathroom. “It helped that Diana came and vouched for me when they called for aid.”

“So, to make sure I understand things,” Bruce said after several moments of thinking. “You were a superheroine in Paris that defeated your arch nemesis, declined an invitation from Wonder Woman to join the Justice League but still have the Miraculous in a box that you have to keep safe?”

“Yep, sounds about right!” She replied cheerfully as she interlocked her fingers with Damian's.

“And you met Damian online in a completely separate manner, he was unaware of your history as a hero but you dated anyway,” he continued, Marinette nodding along. “Alfred has been aware of your relationship the longest and you know everyone's secret identities because Damian missed a date with you whilst under the influence of fear toxin.”

“Yes, that pretty much sums it all up.”

“Then I suppose my main question is for Damian,” Bruce said, looking at his youngest with exasperation. “Why on earth didn't you want us to know you had a girlfriend?”

“Tt, I would have thought that obvious, father,” Damian said aloofly. “Nobody would have believed me anyway and I rather enjoyed getting to spend time with her without these idiots involving themselves. Regardless, it all turned out fine and I don’t regret my actions.”

“That's fair, Steph is still convinced this is a big hoax and Pix is a hired actress,” Jason snickered.

“Not anymore I'm not,” Steph said, shuddering. When everyone looked at her questioningly, she glared at Damian. “I showed up early to catch them running lines or plotting but instead? I got an eyeful of baby bird making out with the hot French girl. I'm scarred I tell you.”

The room erupted in raucous laughter and Bruce decided that there were worse things than one of his kids hiding a functioning relationship from him.

Bonus for @psychicdelusionwerewolf ❤️

Once Marinette had returned home via portal, Damian resigned himself to an evening full of conversation about his relationship. They all settled back into the games room and he promised himself he could leave after half an hour. His time was almost up when Steph finally chimed in.

“I just can't believe she's dating you,” she said, shaking her head at Cass. “Don't get me wrong, you're not bad looking or anything, but Marinette is…”

“She's freaking hot,” Jason agreed, eyebrows waggling. Damian snarled at him, hand flying to the dagger hidden in his waistband. “Jeez, what is your problem?”

“You will cease commenting on Marinette or I will make you cease!” 

“Wait, so Steph can call her hot but I can't?” Jason said, outraged. “What the hell, Demon Spawn. That's a double standard and it's not flying. Your girlfriend is hot, you're just gonna have to dea-”

Whatever he was going to say was lost as Damian launched himself at the man.

[battleonthebigbridge]

Hey.

For Ace, 1, 11, 16, 25, and... 30. (Confession, that Hark, A Vagrant strip where Poe gets a letter from Jules Verne, I've got a version that lives in my Head that's Ace going "Ardbert! Who delivered this letter, it smells like catnip.")

*puts Dion in a jar and shakes him a little* 2, 9, 20

ASK GAME

GOD OK... Staring at all these numbers like bestie you've really cut my work out for me.

ACE

1 - She sounds like Alfred from Fire Emblem Engage. This is literally the only comment I can make on this topic. I can't describe it. They just do.

11 - I wouldn't say there was really an inspiration for Ace. Originally he was just the avatar I played XIV with, took me a long while before I actually started making lore for her. And it's changed A LOT since I first started. I guess my main inspiration of making lore for Ace was how much I loved the NPCs surrounding Ace, Ardbert in particular, and it made me want to make a character that could properly interact with these NPCs that I was so fond of.

16 - Ace's parents are both dead. His mother died during childbirth so he never got to meet her. She always carried guilt about it though, considering themselves the one that had killed her. Ace was raised by her father and loved him a lot, they had a really good bond. But he got ill and fell during The Naadam. While Ace carried the Dotharl belief of rebirth, the grief is what compelled him to leave the Azim Steppe and journey to Eorzea.

25 - Oh for sure. Ace is always humming away. She cannot sing for the life of him but she loves music and the festivities that it brings.

30 - (THAT'S SO CUTE HELP) BUT FOR FRIENDSHIP Ace is very good at it. She's a people person through and through so no matter who the OC is chances are Ace can pick them up and swing them around with a stupid big smile on his face.

DIAN

2 - Dian's best friend would be Arenvald! This is touched upon in his lore page but Dian met Arenvald after Arenvald had been thrown out by his mother. So, Dian took it upon himself to support and take care of him. They both ended up fleeing the city after Dian's Echo awakened by while Arenvald ended up with the Scions, they were separated and Dian ended up spending the majority of his youth in Little Ala Mhigo. But they were reunited later on after the plan to summon Rhalgr failed and Dian was taken in by the Scions as well.

9 - Lol. Lmao even. Dian's not too hopeless, he works hard to improve his physical strength and tends to eat well enough. But as a whole? No he does not take care of his health at all. I touched upon it in this answer where Dian is very much moving towards an early death due to the effect that his time magic has on his body and the density of his soul. It's a lot for him to carry and it has definitely resulted in a lot of pains and degradation.

20 - Dian's weapon of choice... That's a tough one tbh. Obviously he has a few magic staffs at his disposal, but he also has a lot of gadgets and firearms that he makes as part of his job at the Ironworks. Because of this his fighting style is kind of a mix of Black Mage and Machinist (by the game's standards) but Dian is also a believer that if you want something done right sometimes you just have to use your fists to fight it out. He doesn't really have a set weapon, it depends on what the situation calls for.

[violent138]

Ok after I saw that avatar ask I now headcanon Alfred as an Avatar

Intriguing... when Gotham needed him most, he returned to headbutt Superman.

My apologies anon, I'm the worst, please tell me more?

[yanderefairyangel]

Fire Emblem Emotional Damage summary

Here is a recap of all the Engage post I did.

My gripes with Engage / some correction

Story Analysis

Is Engage story really all cheese ?

Fell dragon chart : how are the Dragon tribe working in Engage ? Fell xenologue x Main story

The timeline of Engage's story vs The Fell xenologue's timeline

The childhood of the Fell dragons comparison with additional data

Nel and Rafal's age.

Engage's villain deep dive : The Four Hounds / Rafal part 1 and part 2 /Additional content on Zephia 1 and 2 / Sombron is the perfect villain for Engage.

Focus on Brodia / About Firene / Is banditry in Firene caused by poverty ? my answer

Fell dragon fashion / part 2

Duality in Engage : part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 (centered around Veyle)

On why Xenobron is bad

A defense of Engage's cast 1 / 2

Morality in Engage and follow up

Brainwashing

Monster

Hope and despair

Engage's songs : Opening translation + commentary + Ending translation

Engage's worldbuilding

The Somniel is better then the Monastery

Theories on Engage's world :

Fell Xenologue theory about Nel and Rafal : Are Fell twins splitted version of One fell child in Elyos ? Commentary on 片割れ / Theory about Nel and "Nil"'s design.

Does Alear have rubrism ?

Crazy Engage theories

Comparing Sombron and the Fell twins : different Fell dragons

Was Sombron a Divine dragon in his world ?

Were Elusia worshipping Divine dragon before ?part 2. part 3. Tei's answer to the Engage interview confirm it ?!

Nel, Rafal and Corrin are cousins ?!

On Alear's S Support : four-loose-screw's answer and my additions.

On Alear's character specifically : subonsicous memory / Is Alear a coward part 1 and 2 / Alear's speech / Why Alear doesn't want to die / Alear in Heroes / More on Alear's memory / About Avatar worship / A new perspective on Alear's "Let's run" scene

Connection in Engage

Veyle's speech 1 and 2

Praying and Casting a spell /part 2

About the use of " "

"I am the thirteenth Emblem ? The Emblem of Fiery Bond ?"

Oneechan or neesan ?

Some of my thoughts : Overall, my opinion on Engage's character design

About the localization : Why I use the jpn version / About chapter 24 / Nel's comment on the time / Censorship on Sombron's ritual / Alear's cue in chapter 20 was changed because of language reasons /Etie got changed / Are the highwaymen in Alear and Céline's support chain from Firene ?

My response to the video ""When Art Becomes an Obligation: a Critique of Fire Emblem Engage" (check reblogg for additonal notes)

additonal debunk for someone who tried to debunk my response

Fanfiction :

Fell Xenologue rewrite : The story of the Fell siblings.

Why Lumera put the rings in Lythos Castle and not in Somniel (putting this one because for some reason this question is waaay to often asked...)

Commentary : Chapter 10 / Lumera's death scene (check reblogg for additional notes)

Not my posts * : on Engage's worldbuilding 1 / 2 /3 / 4 / Timerra focus / Alfred focus / Engage's writer / Alear's speech / About Alear (with my additions) / Love ? In my DLC ? / Analyzing the Emblems rings design

People who talk about Engage (feel free to reblogg this one to promote yourself or your mutuals)

So for those who aren't familiar with my blog, I am mainly doing Engage analysis because I am tired of the constant negativity around this game and that I wanted to see what works and what doesn't works in Engage's world. That's why I took in me to make a deep dive and dig as much as possible from Engage's universe.

Please, if you enjoyed this game, take a look and don't hesistate to share with me your opinions or share those post. I hope you'll enjoy them

*Those are post made by blog who also made Engage post and discuss the story that I decided to include for the sake of recomendation, don't hesitate to give a look

** I might add some others post in this one in the future, so stay tuned

[anarcho-puppy]

hiya! welcome to my blog! i mostly just rb or post for myself soooo... don't expect much in terms of consistency lol.

my pronouns are he/him/his, xe/xem/xers, or it/it's; if you misgender me on purpose, you will be blocked >:P

alive but gay

discord: anarcho_puppy

twitch: anarchopuppy084

steam: anarchopuppy084

i rb a lost of fandom stuff (basically just whatever media i'm currently hyperfixating on), but these are my favourite media:

DC (mostly batfam)

BBC Sherlock

Hannibal

ATLA (also kinda TLOK, but not as much)

Good Omens

OFMD

Marvel (debatable, not the new stuff, mostly just AOS)

Sense8

WWDITS

Jesus Christ Superstar (shut up, i’m a theatre kid)

The Last Days of Judas Iscariot (in relation to JCS)

The Dragon Prince

Amulet (i’m allowed to be a kid, okay)

Bluey (…very much allowed to be a kid)

HTTYD

ninjago

probs more, i just have a shit memory lmao

pls pls talk to me about my interests! send me asks!

just spent two hours organizing my blog so that i can actually find stuff... so here's a guide:

#puppy barks = og text posts, rants, etc. (basically just everything other than rbs, except threads i’ve added to and wanted to save)

#anarcho puppy (duh) = anarchist and an-com shit

#geo nerd puppy = history-related stuff (one of my SPINs)

#pub trans puppy = public transit-related stuff (another SPIN)

#puppy puppy = feral (sometimes) dog boy me

#poet puppy = started out as poetry but now it’s basically just me writing things

#arty puppy = my art and art rbs

#disabled puppy = disability stuff

#neurodivergent puppy = autism/ADHD shit

#nom nom puppy = baking/cooking/food stuff

#conlang puppy = conlang shit

#little puppy = agere/little me stuff

#faggot shit = uhm uhhhhh… yeah…

#mutual aid/gofundme = self explanatory (please donate or reblog!)

#my polls = polls (obviously /s)

#me = pics of me

#ask = my asks

#hehe = ...yeah i'm not doing so hot (memory loss, trauma, etc.)

#dc = self explanatory (#B, #NW, #RH, #RR, #R, #O, #steph, #cass, #duke, #alfred, #clark, #kon, #jon, #talia, #bernard)

#hozier = my MAN

#atla = avatar the last airbender (and spin-offs)

#sherlock = self explanatory

#tdp = the dragon prince

#hannibal = self explanatory

#go = good omens

#ninjago = self explanatory

#sense8 = self explanatory

#assortment of religious hyperfixations = jesus christ superstar, the last days of judas iscariot, etc.

#i’m gonna be a lawyer bitch = my latest hyperfixation; law, specifically landlord and tenant rights and responsibilities (an actually practical hyperfixation?? crazy… /s)

#covid safety = self explanatory and also really important

#musicposting = music shenanigans; maybe my music, maybe music i like, you never know

#live sound shit = mixing and the like

#L = iykyk

shut up, i know that there’s a shit tons of tags but it’s not for you; i don’t expect y’all to need a tagging system bc you’re probably not doing a deep dive on my blog, but i need to be able to find things, hence the excessive tagging system :)

DNI LIST:

zionist

racist

sexist

homophobic

transphobic

antisemetic

islamophobic

pedophile/"MAP"

self-described liberal

anti-communist

biden supporter

radqueers

transids/whatever the fuck you’re calling yourselves

etc.

yes, i know that dni lists won’t stop dirty, disgusting people from interacting, but it makes me feel better when i set clear boundaries.

and remember kids, i block LIBERALLY >:P

[dumbass-duo-showdown]

ROUND 2

So I’m back! Bracket time!

Reminder the time zone being used is CET

APPLE BRACKET

Aka Cartoons, Anime, and games associated with such (fire emblem and ace attorney)

Day 1 22/4, finished

Part 1: 5pm

Reigen Arakata (mob psycho 100) vs Corazon (one piece), finished

Lord Garmadon (Lego ninjago) vs Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb), finished

Iroh (avatar: the last airbender) vs Bob Blecher (bob’s burgers), finished

Iruka Umino (naruto) vs Darkwing Duck (darkwing Duck), finished

Part 2: 8pm

Hakoda (avatar; the last airbender) vs Ice King (adventure time), finished

Greg Universe (Steven universe, he won an extra battle because I forgot him at first) vs Splinter (teenage mutant ninja turtles), finished

Bruno Bucciarati (JoJo’s bizarre adventure) vs Greil (fire emblem: path or radiance), finished

Professor Kukui (Pokémon) vs Phoenix Wright (ace attorney), finished

Day 2: 24/4, finished

Part 1: 5pm

David Evans (Inazuma 11) vs Loid Forger (spy x family), finished

Tim Lockwood (cloudy with a chance of meatballs) vs Oscar Proud (the proud family), finished

Shouta Aizawa (my hero academia) vs Donald Duck (ducktales), finished

Sailor Uranus (sailor moon) vs Skipper (penguins of Madagascar), finished

Part 2: 8pm

Sully (monsters ink) vs Kouhei Inuzuka (sweetness and lighting), finished

Alibert (wakfu) vs Meta Knight (Kirby), finsihed

Gru (despicable me) vs Zenkichi Hasegawa (persona), finished

Kanan Jarrus (Star Wars: rebels) vs Mr Ping (kung fu panda), finished

BAPELSIN BRACKET

Aka live action media, books, and video games & graphic novels not associated with anime (so no light novels or tie ins)

Day 1: 26/4 5pm, finished

Bobby Nash (9 1 1 on fox) vs Benjamin Sisko (Star Trek, deep Space 9), finished

Subject Delta (bioshock) vs Atticus Finch (how to kill a mockingbird), finished

Paul Blofis (Percy Jackson) vs Gomez Addams (the Addams family), finished

Lee Everett (telltale’s the walking dead) vs Waymond Wang (everywhere everything all at once), finished

Part 2: 8pm

Joel Miller (the last of us) vs Calvin’s dad (Calvin and Hobbes), finished

Pyrrha Dve (the locked tomb) vs Common Wubbox (my singing monsters), finished

Doc Louis (punch out!!) vs Riki (xenoblade), finished

Bob Cratchit (a Christmas carol) vs Mo Folchart (inkheart), finished

Day 2, 28/4

Part 1: 5pm

Alfred Pennyworth (Batman) vs Asgore Dreemurr (undertale), finished

Dave Seville (Alvin and the chipmunks) vs Chimney Han (9 1 1), finished

Glamrock Freddy (fnaf: security breach) vs Bail Organa (Star wars) , finished

Kim Dokja (omniscient Reader’s viewpoint) vs Hal Wilkerson (Malcom in the middle), finished

Part 2: 8pm

Lee Scoresby (his dark materials) vs Dream (sandman) , finished

Thrushpelt (warrior cats) vs Barret Wallace (final fantasy 7), finished

Domingo Montoya (the princess bride) vs Terry Jeffords (Brooklyn 99), finished

Rupert Giles (Buffy) vs Pollination Tech 9 Smith (the sims 2: strangetown), finished

QUICK QUESTIONS

WHY THIS PAIR UP? I’m a bringer if chaos, also it was random

What time zone? CET!

How do I do propaganda? Well first you reblog with a text post, don’t put the propaganda in the tags. Or send me an ask! I will make sure to reblog it with the right tags

Hey I saw you made a mistake, what should i do? First, don’t use anon asks to correct my spelling and if I misuse slang. Just tell me directly. If it is 2 hours after a poll has launched, I will redo it immediately. But I will write down the mistakes I make and correct them later on

CODE OF CONDUCT

Previous battles

Main Rounds

ROUND 1

Second chance/dad mansion break in

ROUND 1

The only way to show how the battles (second chance) will happen cuz it’s random AN EXTRA NON DAD BATTTLE?!?!?!?!?!?

[omg-i-love-men]

Rating TMA entities on how likely I am to serve them/become an avatar

The Buried: 6/10

I think it would be fun to just let the ground eat me as a way to get out of situations

I can't sleep without a weighter blanket and whenever possible wear heavy jackets

Seems a bit boring

Don't want to end up with dirt in places dirt shouldn't be :(

The Corruption: 7/10

One of my dream jobs is to become a rotting corpse in the woods

To be loved is to be consumed and all that

Not a big fan of bugs

Unless it's Jane Prentiss and she's asking to put worms in me, then I'm becoming an avatar so quick

The Dark: 3/10

Emo

Kinda like seeing so

There is a small chance of me being able to stand creepily in dark corners to scare people in the middle of the night and that seems fun

The Desolation: 8/10

I have a certain liking towards fire and burning things

Destruction can be sexy and I think I could pull it off

If I am made out of wax, can I reshape myself

I love warmth so now I won't even need a jacket to do so

Don't want to accidentally burn a cat or something

The End: 8/10

My fascination with death is quite large

Not really scared of death

Prophetic dreams about when people die interest me

Emo²

Just one chance Oliver please🙏🙏

Don't want to live too long (it's said that Oliver would live like a looong time plus Nathaniel became near immortal and I don't want that)

The Eye: 100/10

Autism ²

I could learn so much about my hyperfixations and special interests

I would have so much eye references for drawing

I'm nosy and this gives me material to chat about w/ my best friend

Aesthetically pleasing

Eating disorder? More like eating dis order (bites into trauma)

I want to be fully seen and known by my god

Can feed by consuming things about my special interests

I want that eye man.

The Flesh: 2/10

Shape-shifting my flesh to fit me

Not a fan of raw meat texture

Not my cup of tea

The Hunt: 5/10

Gives something to do

Motivation inator 3000

Furry

Don't want to actually go out of my way to hunt people, information would be fine tho I think

I'm already prone to addiction, don't want to be addicted to hunting

The Lonely: 8/10

I could change nothing about me and still manage to serve it

I self isolated to a very unhealthy degree

I prefer away from people that around others

It's too cold for my liking, if it was warmer I'd be more likely to serve it if it was warmer

I need to shit talk with my friends every once in a while

The Slaughter: 7/10

Music that has a physical affect

I feel like it's nice to just lose it every once in a while and get into a few fights

One of my other dream jobs is to be like Alfred grifter whom I stan🙏

Musical legend but an urban legend

Don't want my anger issues to become ²

Not all violence in fun :(

The Spiral: 9/10

Insanity doesn't just run on my mother's side of the family, it gallops like a race horse

Seems fun

All the colors of the distortion corridors seem so yummy

I want to fuck with people's minds a bit

I want the gender on my wiki to say 'no' too

I get to fuck around

I'm pretty sure I'm going insane already anyway

I probably get to see shrimp colors

I want Michael and Helen.

If Michael or Helen ask I'm entering any door they want.

Loss of identity sucks a bit

The Stranger: 6/10

Discomfort the comforted and comfort the discomforted thing

Love uncanny valley

Genuently seems interesting to not be known

I think it'd be fun to preform in a supernatural circus

I want to be known tho

I want to keep my skin like it is :(

The Vast: 9/10

Open spaces<3

Insignificance in comparison to the wider narrative? Sign me the fuck up

I can fly (kinda)

I get to throw people off things

I get the fairchild money

Offers freedom

I like heights in a way they make my stomach drop

My vestibular system is kinda bad so I don't want to throw up as I fall through the vast

The Web: 2/10

I could be like spider-man

If annabelle cane asks, 100/10 am I serving the Web

Not a fan of spiders

Don't want to manipulate people too much and stuff

The Extinction: 3/10

I might be radioactive a bit anyway so

The end of the world is gonna come no matter what

I don't think I'd have to do anything?

Can you even be an avatar of it???

Teenage existential crisis core

Anyway if I was in the TMA universe I'd like 100% serve something or be an avatar. I'm too curious and I think it'd be fun. Plus I'd be able to feel others fear so I could make the 'I'm an empath' jokes

[alfredosauce50]

I know this may sound like a silly question, but how come your headcanons of Allen and Alfred don't get along in most of your stories? I've read over your interpretations of them, and I can understand where their differences lie. However, I have also seen a lot of places where their personalities can actually compliment each other quite nicely. [For example: Both are very loyal individuals, Alfreds a complete goof, and Allen could be a stand-up comedian if he really wanted to, etc]

(Sorry for the long ask. I'm borderline obsessed with your headcanons of these characters 😭😭.)

(Also, if you're busy w/ university n' stuff, pls dont feel the need to answer right away (`･ω･)ゞ✨️)

It comes down to circumstances. The thing with headcanons is that they’re just isolated descriptors, but in a story, a lot of other factors come into play. They’re more than likely to end up in very different places in the world and have clashing motivations.

In Avatar, Alfred was a human being and Allen was a Na’Vi. In The Place Beyond the Pines, Allen was the father of your child, and Alfred was your boyfriend. In What makes me human, Allen was living a cushy life as a suit and yakuza member, Alfred was a terrorist that wanted to destroy any and all semblance of that.

You can understand why they would naturally hate each other in those situations. But towards the end, they usually set their differences aside for a common cause that’s more important than the both of them. So unless they were in an agreeable setting that let them complement each other, they wouldn’t.

My headcanons are also a lot tamer because they’re for a broader audience. These two have a lot of traits that would pit them against each other that go unmentioned in them, but show up in stories.

TLDR: Allen and Alfred may have some similarities, but environment is very important in influencing their relationship with each other. But they’re also very emotional beings with flaws and demons. Maybe they have stigma toward each other, or are jealous of each other for doing something better.

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WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @crystalshard, which may prove to be a miscalculation, 'cause boy-howdy do I have a lot of works in progress...

Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

/cracks knuckles

Star Wars: -Fulcrum & Family, the new Tano & Twins re-write -Dreamwalkers Luke and Leia -History Reversed with sequel trilogy Ahsoka, Luke, Ezra and students dropped back in the Clone Wars -Birds Fly sequel Can We Start Over, Bly's pov -Something Big is Happening (Misc/Understudies crossover) -Clone Wars Cass (DC/Batman crossover)

Marvel -The Big One (5+1 Spidey saves Morgan, Pepper meets Doc Strange, Another Chance conclusion with Wanda) -Kids Club, post-Civil War kidnapping fixit -MCU Miles Morales, title tbd -Spider Assassins AU, multi-continuity-combination -X-Fire, Laura/Wolverine, Gabby/Honeybadger, and Rachel/Phoenix -Heroes of Tomorrow re-write with way more kids from different superhero groups/families

DC -Pantheon AU -the revised Alf-verse (22 Bat-grandkids and counting) -Rotten Luck re-vamp (Young Justice season one Team in the Justice League Unlimited universe) -Continuations: The Batman "seasons six and seven" if I ever get around to re-writing the early stuff (my very first fan fic ever, I've improved a lot since those high school days) -Teen Titans meet Robin's horde of younger siblings (original cartoon) -Battorian AU (Diana is human, Clark's a demigod, Bruce came from another planet) -Mandalorian/Star Wars AU (Mando Alfred adopts orphaned Bruce. This is the Way.)

HP -Pair of Potters sequel, year two for Heather, official year one for Harry, the beginning of a long headache for Dumbledore -Founder Foundlings, reincarnation fic -Cheers to the Wish, more Guardian Ghosts Lily and James -Philosopher's Mirror, canon-divergence of the unintended resurrection variety -the third effing chapter of Muggle is as Muggle Does -Thief!Harry AU, my all-out middle finger to the Author Who Shall Not Be Named

Transformers -Terratron AU (Bee meets Dragonfly, Elita makes Artemis, Bee and Fly stumble across Megatron and Rion, Prowl and Beats, Beats finds Jazz, accidental babysitter Serrate, Hornet and her big race, etc etc) -Hard Facts and Simple Truths, humanformers AU -TFAnimated swapped 'verse, with Elita Prime and her team of spacebridge technicians: Arcee, Ironhide, Wasp, and Jazz -G1 sparkling-Starlane AU -TFPrime crossover with Hot Wheels: Battle Force Five

Atla -follow-up to A Small Condition, aka the "Monk Gyatso goes into the iceberg with Aang and Zuko assumes *he* is the Avatar" AU -continuation of Ursa leaving royal life and stumbling across a dying dragon who entrusts her with a baby and two unhatched eggs -Avatar!Yue learns airbending from Aang's grandkids and that whole big mess of world-altering changes

My Hero Academia -Doubles AU (finishing Brand New Day and getting a move on with Double Take as a canon re-write with Pro Hero Shimura Tenko) -continuation for Great Beasts of the Mountain -third chapter of Instinct, my first A/B/O attempt -more next generation fluff, the Archive and Guardian saga

Misc -Sea Beast fic where Crow gets injured, suffers total amnesia, the doctor who patches him up sends for Jacob, and there's a very awkward dance between them and Maisie and Blue as the old man slowly gets his memories back -The Faceless Wolf, a mildly (make that incredibly) ambitious Game of Thrones canon-divergence attempt -Jamie Reagan and the Terrible Horrible No-Good Very Bad Day, a Blue Bloods whump idea I've had rattling around for a while -Milo and Claggor Survived AU from LoL Arcane -Grandboss Gibbs, a bittersweet NCIS fic that would, in my opinion, have been a better end to the series than trying to go on without the main character of the show -Storm Hawks past-and-present-collide idea with some previous generation OCs -Edge Chronicles TWIG GETS TO MEET HIS MOTHER DAGNABIT -may as well throw in what will be my second self-published book, Trials of Youth, because the current draft is definitely a work in progress

Aaand we'll call that good. Now to see if I get any nibbles...

(I know the game says tag a person for each WIP but I don't think I've got that many writing acquaintances on here, so instead I've got one person per fandom grouping)

@wafflesrisa @eirianerisdar @jinxquickfoot @theredscreech @resamille @tarisilmarwen @icarussmicarus @gallusrostromegalus