#building an alter to her lmao

[synthville]

the thing is.

raffi isn’t half as strange or off-putting as she could be. given how she processes things and her vices she really should be so much more of an audacious eccentric obsessive schemer (love) and also just the biggest liar to ever do it. meddlesome as hell but it comes back to bite.

she’s got all the connects but also she’s been banned from multiple planets. it’s fine. she didn’t want to go back to any of them anyway. her access was revoked so why does she know so much about seemingly unconnected classified events and titbits. why don’t you. she happened upon that information. as one does. what’s with all the questions. smooth talks her way in and out of stupid situations daily because she can’t leave well enough alone and just has to get answers. she does not get her answers. rabbit holes that spawn labyrinths. whatever the futuristic version of a red string board is. rios breaking into her quarters because it’s been days and she’s replicated an alarming amount of wine but very little food and he hates the EMH but the nosey holo is right this cannot stand. she tries to be present because it was her idea to visit that one spa like planet in the first place but it’s physically impossible for her not to bring up whatever theory it is that’s plaguing her this time around. there’s something just outside her periphery and once she connects the dots she’ll let it go. really. the great pretender. an actual reckoning with her addiction and what’s at the root of it. why constantly numbing herself with various substances didn’t actually work. she can fool everyone but not herself. at least not well. all the fallout with people she loves that now want nothing to do with her (gabe?? hello that thread alone is so much) because of all the times she recklessly dismissed or used them for her own means all the while convincing herself it was about the big picture. being real with herself about the reality of starfleet and why she wants in so badly anyway. greater good huh. her tricked out encrypted tech because why accept bland federation equipment or adhere to legal limits when she can make things that much more fun with a little tweaking. that unassuming little trailer is fortified as fuck. eyescan fingerprint alphasymbolic code physical lock to even get past the front door. and obviously her tech self destructs upon intrusion this isn’t amateur hour. she might be living in a semi utopia but you still not about to catch her slipping. any and all conversations between cybernetist agnes jurati and intelligence officer raffaela musiker. rios needs them to stop making unauthorized changes to la sirena and cut it out with the emergency holo roundtables. everything to do with her and seven but twice the stubborn gay ridiculousness and entwinement. everyone is alive and well and in their rightful timelines. salivating. she’s barely putting in her weird girl hours and already people can’t take it imagine if they just leaned into making her a possessive obsessive little freak (positive!) and wrote/depicted everything with care? the layers. a hyper-competent-women-with-massive-issues-lover’s dream and the nasty bros and bigots who can’t fathom anyone other than a bland white guy as deserving of complexity or relevance would die on the spot amen. id EAT.

[voidaspects]

I'm not usually one to try and "improve" established models, and tend to just appreciate them as is

...but I just modified my Helryx to give her a neck while keeping the rest of her build as unchanged as possible, and like... I adore this

I adore this so much. Her whole vibe has changed somehow in a way i really like, personally. Like I don't mind her usual look, but like... gosh I love this change so much.

I think I'm just gonna make an exception and keep her like this, because I'm just so so damn happy with this tiny alteration to her.

[asuiru]

beat cw-s-4 cm but at what cost.... i have not gone this meta since.... h-12-4 actually so not that long ago but still

[dbphantom]

this game is so pretty it's not fair

not pictured: lucien clipping through the floor behind me

[space-blue]

A Viktor & Zaundads AU musing

So I recently wrote a ficlet in which Viktor is adopted by Silco and Vander.

And while responding to a lovely reader, I blabbered about what the course of the plot would be, going forward. I wanted to share this here because I'm happy with the way it tied up with the Nice!AU we see in the show:

I think Viktor gets a bit glamorized, but he's very much a Singed Lite. He's got every building block of a mad scientist.

I always find it funny that his demo to Heimer is used as proof Viktor wants to make life better for other people in Zaun… It's tools so miners can mine more and better. Yeah it would make miner's lives easier but it's like telling a struggling cashier she has a smarter till that will let her process more purchases in a day! It's not actually good for the people, it's mostly good for whoever runs/owns the mines.

So I think Silco would have to actually do some work to indocrinate Viktor. I think he'd make him see his bad lungs as Piltover's fault, for example. "You lived in poverty and your parents died, all because of Piltover," that sort of spiel.

And honestly I could see the emerging Viktor to be a lot more political as a result. He'd create inventions that benefit his community, and I also feel like he'd be a lot more self-asserting, because he wouldn't be a "lonely child" found by Heimerdinger.

By the time Mylo, Claggor, Vi and Powder are around, he's an adult older sibling to all of them. He's minimum 10 years older than Vi, so he must have been around 20/21 when Vi and Powder got adopted at the bridge. He'd be studying or working already.

I could see him going to the Academy and THEN coming back to Zaun, shunning the assistant position from Heimer to go start his own academy in Zaun, at Silco's behest.

I think Silco, if not using Shimmer, would be a lot more... focused on ways to get Piltover to notice. Appearing like Zaunites can "make it" if only they have the opportunity and means would be important. And I think Viktor would find a way to get Powder and Ekko into the Academy very early on with sponsorships with the goal of also having them back and teaching down the line.

Maybe after Vi dies and things are being negotiated so Zaun obtains more freedom.

At Jayce's trial, things go quite differently. He's bannished from the academy and the city of Piltover.

Viktor, through his contacts with Heimer, gets access to the lab his little sister died in. He says he wants to see the place and claims some of her things are missing and that he wants to search the rubble, but really he wants to understand the technology that killed his sister.

As in the show, he walks in on Jayce about to jump. Gives him a pitch. The research is gone, yes, and it'll be destroyed, but Jayce has it all in his mind anyway. Viktor invites him to HIS academy, which happens to be in Zaun... *technically* not Piltover.

Silco negotiates more independance, and they create their own council that reports to Piltover's but works its own laws and has a budget.

Meanwhile, Jayce gets introduced to Zaun's academy. He moves into the Drop, since Powder and Ekko are at the Academy, and Vi is dead.. He's rooming for a while with Claggor and Milo, but then ends up adding a bunk to Viktor's room. Anyway Viktor sleeps at his school so often...

Vander and Silco get another found kid. Ximena gets a letter eventually and becomes a regular visitor at the Drop.

When Ekko gets dropped for a week in his alter's body, he could have a very strange interaction with that version of Viktor and Jayce lmao.

[trans-yllz]

also if you take a house built in or before the 1920s and renovate away all of its charm and personality I think that you should be executed via guillotine

so many beautiful houses ruined by god forsaken carpeting

[coveholdenmyluv]

I. Midoriya - New Beginnings

Synopsis. Stained and calloused, the commission has nurtured your palms into silent artillery and trained you to fight the wolves they throw you in with. Not at all accounting for the possibility that you too might learn to bite the hand that feeds you.

- or alternatively - in which the Hero Commission recruits YOU to go undercover as a student in UA to keep a certain class, who already seems to be a magnet for trouble, in check…

It’s safe to say you get a little more than what your briefing covered.

A story of the finding of self love, a family, and a new beginning.

Series masterlist.

Chapter warnings. emotional manipulation, Izuku Midoriya the man that you are, deku accidentally hurts the reader a LOT in this chap LMAO, more hitting deku in the nuts, silly willy class A working their magic on the reader, aizawa brining out reader’s suppressed daddy issues?! remember when I said class A shenanigans last chapter? Well, it’s worse this chapter.

Chapter synopsis. Let’s go to camp! But first, Madam President wants to speak to you again? No biggie!…

3| Training Camp: start. 11.3k words

You couldn't lie to yourself, you were nervous.

Around a half hour ago, you had received the familiar orders to head west once again. You hadn't planned to be returning for a debriefing so suddenly, much less when your mission had hardly even began. Nonetheless, you pulled on your hero suit and walked the overfamiliar dull halls of the HPSC headquarters.

Upon entering the room, you notice the president seated behind her desk with her elbows propped up and fingers interlaced before her face.

'Oh no, she's in her classic anime villain pose.' You shriek internally.

"Aeron, come closer." She orders, voice dangerously low.

Gulping, you noticed that she had skipped the traditional wishes of pleasant mornings and formal greetings. "Madam President." You acknowledge, assuring her that your attention was on what she was to speak of and no where else.

"Take a look at this," She utters and reveals a news article from the folder that lays upon her desk top. The said article discussed a student of UA being manhandled and threatened at the local mall just yesterday. "So? What do you have to say for yourself?"

A look of horror paints your face, not able to fathom what she held before your eyes. "You still read the newspaper?!"

"Aeron. Be serious for once in your life." Her eyes harden as she grits your hero alias bitterly. "Where were you?" She asks.

"With all due respect, President, I had no way of knowing this was going to happen. It's simply not possible to know of every single student's whereabouts throughout every hour of the day." You defend yourself.

"Of course not," She spits as if the words were laced with acidic lemon juice. "But it is possible when they travel in a group. Apparently most of the class was also present, call it an outing of some sort. A class you are now apart of, so I repeat: Where were you?" She drills.

Lowering your head in a state of dishonor, you feel yourself shrink at the weight of her disapproving gaze, "I wasn't informed." You mutter softly.

"You weren't invited, Aeron. That is the problem here. You must gain their trust and camaraderie so that you are made aware of these instances. An elite hero course class from a prestigious academy all in the same building, with no protection might I add. Any intelligent villain would seize this opportunity. Unfortunately, one did."

Finally gaining the courage to lift your head, you ask, "Were they harmed?"

"Thankfully, no one was. The police are launching an investigation as to why the villain solely sought out a singular student, and you are going to be of their aid."

"Of their aid?" You repeat curiously. "What might that entail?"

"Nothing that alters your current objective as of yet, at least not too much." She answers, "All we ask is that, if you find any important information, no matter how minute it may seem, you are to report it to me directly."

"Information regarding what exactly?" You inquire, still not completely comprehending what it was she was asking of you.

"Izuku Midoriya."

The moment she uttered his name into the existence of your conversation, your body instantly went on edge. There was something about that boy that had your instincts going erratic, not in the aspect where you felt yourself in danger, or rather, physical danger, but instead as if you were exploring uncharted lands. Hiking Mount Everest or sailing the Bermuda Triangle.

His aura alone was enough to intrigue you. It was asphyxiating, as if he had accumulated generations worth of energy in his still young body.

"We don't think it's anything sinister regarding the boy, but we need information so that we are caught off guard no more." She further explains. "I trust you can handle this additional weight to your objective."

Still, it pains you that you were unable to fulfill your mission's goal of keeping them safe. More so, it pains you to disappoint the blonde woman before you.

"Forgive me, Madam President. This won't happen again, I will assure it." You promise as you place your hands on your thighs and bend your body into the deepest bow you could conjure as your heart aches in the gaze of her disappointed stare, "As well as, you can count on me to relay any information regarding Izuku Midoriya directly to you, commissioner."

"See to it that it doesn't." She states, before a brief pause ensues. "Aeron, I chose you specifically because I know that you are capable of this task. You have never and will never disappoint me. In fact, I want you to take this as a mere warning."

"A warning of what, President?"

"A warning of what could happen, should you not properly integrate yourself into the coterie of aspiring heroes, in other words, should you not take this seriously. You have done nothing wrong as of yet, I just want you to expand on your efforts of befriending these students. Whether you have to fake it till you make it or not, the sooner you act, the better. When do you begin attending classes?" She ends with an inquiry.

Nodding in compliance, you answer, "It is currently summer break, but I was invited to attend the summer training camp, which should enact soon."

"Very well, I believe I have made the correct choice. Feel free to prove truth to my judgement." She tells you with finalization.

Bowing once again, this time in confirmation, you accept orderly. "Affirmative, I shall do so with pleasure." Straightening your back and looking to the woman for approval of your departure, your eyes hold nothing but the familiar gaze of an obedient child soldier.

A loyal government dog.

That fact causes a pleased smile to grace the chair woman's lips.

"UA has finished its first semester and started summer vacation." Mr. Aizawa announces, before his mercury eyes harden into narrow slits and he scrutinizes his class. "However, those of you aiming to be heroes will not receive a single day of rest. At this summer camp, we will have you striving for even greater heights. Go plus ultra and all that."

"Yes, sir!" The class yells in unison upon his dismissal and the weary teacher drags his feet across the pavement as he leaves to finalize the preparations for the trip.

"Aeron!"

At the abrupt call of your name, your head shifts to find none other than Iida hastily padding his way over to where you stood.

"As this is your very first excursion with us as a class, allow me, Tenya Iida: your new Class Representative, to extend a warm welcome your way. Of course, as much enjoyment as this will bring us, please heed Mr. Aizawa's earlier words of staying on task and sparing no effort regarding your training. As you know, training regiments are a very crucial component to-"

"Oh. Em. Gee!" A high pitched squeal interrupts his headstrong monologue, leaving the boy sputtering in its wake. "I cannot believe that Mr. Aizawa let you join us for camp. This'll be the best opportunity to get to know each other and he must have known that!"

Pink fingers gingerly gripped your arm as she tugged and swayed you every which way. Taken aback by her enthusiastic greeting, you fight the urge to pull away, nearly jumping out of your own skin at the foreign touch. In all honesty, you would've, if not for the chair woman's earlier words ringing in your ears.

Are all teenagers in this day and age so open to physical contact? You weren't sure you shared that sentiment, for the goosebumps on your arm sent your mind reeling as if her fingers would burn directly into your bones any second now.

"I don't think that is the reason he chose to invite me." You reply, your gaze bouncing repeatedly from her expression to the grip she holds you with. Though, after noticing the subtle way she faltered in her enthusiasm, your backtrack was immediate. "But, I totally agree! There's always enough time for a good time!" You mask your hesitance with forced equal vivacity.

"Right?" She agrees, "We'll play truth or dare, roast marshmallows, and have a class potluck!"

"Ahem! Ashido, it was terribly rude of you to interrupt me as I was welcoming our new comrade to our class. A favorable relationship with each other is vital to success on the battle field, you'd do well to exercise these same practices. In fact, I can tell you more about this topic if you'd like! Your personality will make this as easy as eating pie-"

"She doesn't want you to do that, Iida. I think Aeron will live without your formal greeting. Ribbit." Asui joins in the conversation, and her words do well at diminishing his intense interest in speaking to you. Though, perhaps too much. At the forlorn expression on his face, you enter a sudden state of brief panic.

'Jeez, first Ashido and now this guy... are all kids my age this sensitive? A few words are able to deter their enthusiasm? I can't allow his eagerness to make me feel welcome disappear, how will I befriend him if he decides he no longer wants to speak to me? He's the class rep, if I have him on my side, the rest are sure to follow!'

"But! It is very much appreciated, Mr. Class rep. I agree, our camaraderie definitely plays an imperial role in our pending future, which is why this is the perfect first excursion of mine with you all as a class."

"Yikes, you're sounding an awful lot like Iida there." Sero inserts himself. "Can't believe he's rubbing off on you already. What happened to the snarky overconfident chick that kicked all of our asses while talking the most shit?"

"Did I? I don't recall..." You lie.

"Don't sell yourself so short, Aeron. That shit talking was well deserved, we were getting too cocky." Kirishima adds suddenly. "With your performance during our practicals, I'm sure you'll not only better yourself this summer, but you'll totally push us to our limits as well! Don't you agree, Bakugo?"

The blond in question stood beside him, clearly not amused by the conversation being had. You could tell so by his scowl and sharp squinted eyes he pointed in your direction. Though, the only thing he releases is a coherent dissatisfied grunt.

"Hey come on, don't be rude. First meetings- or er, I guess second meetings in this case, are important! We're gonna be classmates!" Kirishima urges.

"I don't care." The blond rasps and flicks away the hand that the red head had placed onto his shoulder, "We're not here to play pretend. Besides, what you say doesn't match the look in your eyes." His words, directed at you, cause your smile to strain in its corners as you fight off the scowl that yearns to paint your lips.

Of course, he isn't wrong. But you don't need him pointing out the obvious when it's clear that the rest of the students are too oblivious to see so as well. He would only end up blowing your cover.

'Okay, I knew this guy was trouble but I didn't think he'd cause me trouble.'

"Aw, you just sound jealous Bakugo." Jirou teases, to which the boy responds with a roll of his eyes. "Still not over the broken nose?"

"Shut the hell up!"

"Ugh, whatever! What I'm most excited about is the activities we'll get to do together. Which reminds me, I've been meaning to ask you, Ronnie. What the hell is your skin care routine?!" Ashido demands the information to spill out of your mouth, her urgency clear as she shakes you by the shoulders arduously.

"Skin care rou-tine?" You articulate as best as you can whilst you are manhandled. "Wait, who is Ronnie?" You register as the girl halts her motions.

The girl giggles, "You, silly. It's a cute nickname, right?"

You eye her warily, because, a nickname? Other than Keigo, no one has ever dared to do such an intimate thing. Teenagers are weird, you realize. Or at least, the ones you have met so far. How could they, or more specifically the girl before you, behave so trustingly towards a person they've met with only once before? It was so confusing. Confusing to the point where it was stupid to you. So very stupid. The stupidest thing you've ever experienced. Stupidity at its finest.

Your cheeks are on fire.

"Y-yeah, whatever. Ronnie is fine." You reply in what was your attempt at a nonchalant tone.

"Damn right she is." Comes the atrocious voice of the smallest student in the entire school, his size only being rivaled by the principal himself. With drool spilling down his face, his small palms rub themselves together as he gawks at your exposed legs. Though, his ogling doesn't last long. Sero's leg making contact and kicking the rodent away made sure of that.

"As for my skin routine, I packed most of my products, as well as a few extras. I could show you later, if you'd like?" You offer, unsure of what else could satisfy the teen.

"That sounds amazing! Oh, if you have enough, we should totally invite the other girls too!" She adds, and then as if on cue, Uraraka begins to exclaim her excitement for the upcoming trip.

"Let's hear it for camp! Camp! Camp! Camp!"

Well, you've definitely got yourself an enthusiastic bunch. For better or for worse.

"I heard some of class A is taking extra courses! Does that mean you guys actually failed the final exam? That must be so embarrassing! Of course, I'd never know how that feels like." Yells a sudden high pitched voice, foreign to your ears. "On top of that, I've heard talk about the addition of another student to your roster. Do you guys need all the help you can get? They're probably just as much of a naturally shallow loser as the rest of your class!-"

Though, the loud blonde comes to a screeching halt in both his exaggerating movements and degrading remarks alike as he scans the crowd before him. His manic eyes, widening as they do so, land on you.

And his worst nightmare becomes a reality as his cheeks flush baby pink.

Mistaking his bashful state for a threatening glare, sizing up his opponent as he stares into your soul, you ask with an edge to your voice, "What?"

Dread then fills his features as he registers the reason as to why the butterflies in his tummy are running rampant. "Oh come on!" He stomps his feet in place alike a child. "That is so not fair! When is it our turn?! Why do they always get nice things?!" He proclaims to the sky in a vast anguish.

Before he can muster the strength to shake his fist at the clouds, a ginger arrives on the scene and chops at his neck, which causes him to face plant painfully onto the concrete beneath their feet.

"Don't mind him." She says idly as she drags him away by the back of his collar.

"Monoma's scary..." Mutters yet another foreign voice. Arriving as a pack, the only other hero course class joins your own as you patiently wait to board your busses.

"Oh, the rest of class B!"

A girl with silky dark green curls and sharp teeth that glint with her smile greets the crowd before her. "Hey, it's nice to see you guys outside of the sports festival. I guess now, we're technically not rivals any longer." She teases, before her serpent eyes land on your figure. "And a new face? A nice change of pace, I've gotta admit." She drawls and extends a palm in your direction. "The name is Setsuna Tokage. It's a pleasure to meet you. Sorry about Monoma, he can be a little much at times, but luckily Kendo is here to keep him in check."

Placing your palm in hers, you both give each other a steady shake. "Aeron." You say and release your grip. "The pleasure's all mine. Give kendo my gratitude, will you?"

Her eyes briefly flash with recognition and she smiles widely with poorly masked astonishment. "Will do, Aeron."

"Time to get on the bus!" Kendo yells by the bus doors.

"Ah, it looks like there's our cue. We'll see you guys at camp." Tokage bids you farewell.

"Class A and class B?" Mineta mutters as he wipes at his sliver with his arm. "It's like a buffet of bombshells."

"Dude. Get yourself together before Aizawa leaves you here." Kirishima scolds.

Iida takes the initiative as a proper class president should and moves the class along. "Attention class A, our bus is here! Everyone line up in seating order! Aeron, you can sit beside me as you don't have an official student number yet!"

"You guys never listen to me..." Iida murmurs as he woefully overlooks the arrangement in which his classmates sit in, noticeably arbitrarily rather than the formal order he prefers.

"He drew, what?!" You screech.

"Deserved." Bakugo declares from his seat aways away.

Kaminari cackles in his seat, hand repeatedly slapping the red head beside him. "I still have the pictures!"

"We all actually took a turn at writing on your face." Kirishima says, his beaming smile never faltering even at the dull look you point at him.

"I drew a heart!" Uraraka announces from the seat in front of you. "You're surprisingly a very deep sleeper."

"I'm usually not... I was just really tired because of my quirk." You explain and punctuate your sentence with a groan. "Kaminari, give me your fucking phone."

"Language." Iida mutters, "There are a million different ways to word that sentence."

"Kaminari, give me your damn phone."

"Still not good enough." Aizawa adds from his seat at the front.

"Kaminari. Give. Me. Your. Phone." You grit.

"No way, Jose!" He squeals and shoves the device in his pants. Who the hell is Jose? "This is peak blackmail material, I'm guarding this shit with my life."

"I give up. Say whatever you want." Iida sighs exasperatedly.

"On the bright side, I felt really bad and decided to wipe it all off of your face before you woke up." Midoriya reassures you, sitting beside his class president and clutching his notebook to his chest. "Which reminds me, you said that you're usually not such a deep sleeper, but because of your quirk, which I'm assuming you're referring to your quirk usage, you didn't feel a thing when every one of us took a turn at doodling on your face. This can only be just one of the many drawbacks such a powerful quirk has to wield, am I right? Do you mind telling me more about the drawbacks and what comes after you've reached those limits? And what about the manifestation of each power that Vitality grants you, where does all of that energy even go? Do you receive the energy or does it simply dissipate into the air? I'm assuming it's the former, since the energy you consume is not invisible, so we surely would be able to see it floating about in the air. What would happen if you were to overload your body with too much of that energy? Would it be too much to handle, which would cause your body to explode? If so, did you have to train your body to reach a certain stage to be able to handle and maintain such extreme amounts-"

"Please. Stop. Talking." You grimace, already feeling the incoming migraine you'd have to deal with for the rest of the day, forcing your fingers to rub at your temples in search for comfort.

"Speaking of pictures, this is officially our first road trip we will take as a class!" Uraraka announces, twisting and squirming in her seat in what you guessed to be excitement. "I mean yeah, it's not that long of a drive, but still."

"That has nothing to do with pictures, Ochako. Ribbit."

"We should definitely take a picture to commemorate this day. You'll thank me when we graduate." She replies. "What do you guys say?"

"Well, I suppose a photo would be fine. As long as you get my good side..." Todoroki murmurs uncertainly, shifting his head so that only his right side was visible.

"Got it!" The brunette readily agrees, "Okay, start posing." She directs the class, extending her arm so that every classmate was in view of her... flip phone.

"What is that..." You murmur. "An ancient relic?..."

Bakugo audibly gags from the back of the bus at the sight, and you can see the surprise coating the features of both Iida and Yaoyaorozu from where you sit.

Seeing her classmates reactions and very obviously having endured this situation before, Uraraka simply rolls her eyes. "Oh come on, guys. No need to clutch your pearls. There is no way you guys were this sheltered growing up."

Ashido titters nervously and swoops in to take the reigns, "How about we use my cellphone instead?" She insists, already slipping her pink device into the rosy cheeked girl's palms, who only grumbles in compliance.

"But when these become a trend later, I'll have the last laugh. You'll see."

"Okay! Poses and count down can begin now!" Mina instructs, plopping back into her seat beside you and unexpectedly throwing her arm around the back of your neck.

"How insulting that you assume I am not always in a pose fit for a candid photo!" Aoyama exclaims, standing from his seat and placing one hand on his hip and the other interlaced in his lustrous mane.

"One!" Uraraka begins, smart phone in hand.

The sight of Aoyama standing causes a spike of urgency to force an audible gasp out of Iida and lift himself from where he sat. "No one should be standing! That is a safety hazard, please stay seated!" He demands, arms slicing through the stuffy bus air. Ashido doesn't hesitate to take the countdown as her cue to further your intimacy by gathering the fat of your cheeks into her palms and squishing your lips into a pout.

"Two!"

Iida's abrupt stance creates the awkward chain of events of Midoriya stumbling out of his seat and flailing his arms about, before accepting his fate and submitting to his fall backward, whilst Tokoyami hastily attempts to block Bakugo's rude hand gesture towards the camera.

"Three!"

Yaoyaorozu and Jirou had moved to create a conjoined heart, while a contradicting Sero forms a circle and allows Kaminari to stick his finger in the said circle. Leaving poor Kirishima to watch in pure red-head fashioned horror.

And just as Uraraka's finger presses the screen to capture what was supposed to be a wholesome moment to looked back on in the far future, Midoriya's falling body crashes into your own. Hard. Though, perhaps it is more fitting to say Midoriya's very very thick skull slammed into your face with as much velocity as what you guessed the bus you currently rode in was moving at.

'Click'

Squealing, Uraraka goes to admire the picture she has just taken... only for her face to lose its vivacity dramatically. "This is why we can't have nice things." The girl whispers to her frog friend beside her.

"Holy shit." You utter, clutching a palm to your face. The instant the boy's head collided with your face, a sharp pain shot through the length of your nose.

"Ow." He mutters and rubs the back of his head, not appearing to have been too affected by the collision. Though, upon twisting his neck and gazing at whatever, or whoever, had broken his fall, his face filled with the utmost amount of dread. "I am so sorry, Aeron!"

"Why is your damn head so hard?" You groan nasally, squeezing your eyes shut before you feel the warm trickle above your lip morph into a thick stream. Almost as if your lips were mountains, and your blood ardent rivers in search for oceans.

"I warned you guys about arising from your seats," Iida scolds like a disappointed parent, before the vibrant crimson comes into view and the boy begins to panic as well. "Aeron! Your nose! Don't worry, I always come prepared and carry tissues... though, they are in my bag and those bags seem to be at the back of the bus... Mr. Aizawa, permission to traverse the back of the bus for my tissues?"

"This is such a rare Deku W?" Bakugo murmurs to himself, staring at his palms conflicted on if he should praise these events or call his classmate out on his annoying clumsiness.

"Are you okay, Ronnie? That's a lot of blood you're losing..." Ashido points out.

"Again, I am very sorry, Aeron! It was truthfully an accident." Midoriya pleads in your direction, palms slapping together as he proclaims how he should have been more careful.

"Ugh," You groan in pain, "It's fine Midoriya, it's just a nose bleed." You grumble, and truthfully, your hands ached to deal him the same damage he had just done to you, though you gathered that you bore some portion of the fault as well. Afterall, you were getting a little too comfortable with your peers, which resulted in your guard slowly disappearing, hence why you weren't in the right mind to dodge the literal human body hurling your way.

"Yes, but I know how painful nose bleeds can be in the first couple of minutes that follow after the impact." He adds.

"I've been through worse."

"That doesn't mean this wouldn't hurt, I know how hard my head is from experience!"

"Again, it's just a nose bleed. I get these all the time, I can handle-"

Lifting himself from his own seat up front, the scruffy man sluggishly makes his way towards where you sit. "Alright, I'll handle this. Midoriya get back in your seat before you cause anymore accidents." Aizawa instructs, to which the boy apologizes once more and adheres to his teacher's words.

With your lashes fluttering and lids lifting at the feeling of a new presence before you, you are met with the pale man with dark features that you had stood face to face with not that long ago, only this time instead of a feline-like grin after he informed you of how he planned to have your first activity with your new class be to beat them unconscious in their finals, he wore a displeased frown. The creases in between his brows spoke the words he likely would never utter aloud, though not out of cruelness, but because that was simply the way he was.

You are a great judge of character, you know how to read people, the skill being one of the first taught to you as a child. So, it was a given that upon your first meeting with this man, the lack of presence from that inherent skill had frightened you. You could not read this man then.

But now?

You wished you couldn't understand what those creases wrote onto his skin. You wished that those skills would just cease to exist, in fact, perhaps they had. Perhaps that was why those creases told you that he was worried. Perhaps they were wrong.

It truly was a minor nose bleed, you could tell so by the lack of pulsing in your skull. You know he had to have known that, he is a trained Pro after all. So why are those creases, the downward curl of his lip, and his softening irises proclaiming empathy?

Did it hurt him to see you hurt? It'd be a cold day in hell before you would ever allow yourself to believe that.

"Don't tilt your head back, it'll only make it worse." He informs you, and it's only then that you notice the first aid kit in his hands. Taking out the gauze pads, his index and thumb gently grip the bridge of your nose, giving him a better view of your wound. "It doesn't look or feel broken, so it's likely just a simple nose bleed cause by the blunt impact of Midoriya's dense head."

The boy in topic rambles further profound series of apologies, but his words go through one ear and out the other as you stare dumbfounded at the man before you. For some reason, the delicate way your teacher handed your injury was causing something in your chest to ache and eyes to soften.

His touch is so gentle.

"Right." You say.

Dabbing your skin with the soft tissues, he cradles your face and tilts your head for inspection. Once he deems you cleanly enough, he hands you the rest of the gauze and lifts himself from the ground. And just as you think he was fed up with coddling you, you are graced with two soft pats on the top of your head.

"There, that should be enough for now. Let me know if it continues to bleed." He offers, and walks himself back to his seat the front of the bus.

"Thank you, Mr. Aizawa." You whisper, still only half present.

"Aeron?" Midoriya calls, effectively snapping you out of your daze.

"What?" You snap.

The boy lowers his head in guilt, "I really am sorry. I never meant to hurt you." He apologizes yet again, and his big doe eyes make it difficult to maintain eye contact.

"Whatever, Midoriya. I already told you it's fine." You turn your gaze away, "As long as Bakugo didn't pay you for that, all is forgiven."

"Definitely not! Kacchan wouldn't waste his money like that! He'd probably rather do it himself." He chuckles.

"Good, then you'll live to see another day."

A nervous huff and a wry smile is all he offers after, "Right, thanks."

Not really wanting to socialize any more than you already had, you turn back in your seat, pondering what the fuck just happened and why did all these feelings transpire within you at the mere touch of a concerned adult?

'The bar is in hell... and so is my dignity.'

Squinting at the bright rays cascading from the scintillating ball of gas in the sky that bombarded your surroundings, you hopped off the bus and onto firm dirt. And despite the heat that soaked into your skin, you embraced it with open arms.

The sun had always felt rejuvenating to your body and psyche; being part of your quirk, simply lying in the sunlight or under the moon was always a way to recharge your soul. You couldn't count the amount of nights that nightmares kept you away from slumber, and more likely than not, on those very nights, you would end up sitting on the terrace back in your pent house and speaking to the man in the moon as if it was an old friend.

Groaning and stretching your arms high above your head, you take in the surroundings of the rest stop Aizawa had decided to make use of. It looked as if you were on a cliff boarded by short logs of wood, greenery several feet below where you stood.

...Not a toilet, convince store, or even a place to sit in sight. Though, what did catch your eye was the black car parked randomly parked adjacent to the bus you had rode here.

"I'm so hungry." You mumbled as the rest of the class joins you outside of the bus.

"Finally, I needed to get off of that thing!" Kaminari complains as he begins to perform a set of squats. "My ass is killing me."

"Let me get through, I've gotta pee!" Mineta yells as he races around searching for any suitable place to relieve himself.

"How's your nose, Aeron?" Uraraka asks as she stands before you.

"Yeah, Midoriya looks hard headed." Jirou adds.

Clutching his hands together, the freckled boy wails, "Again I'm so sorry, I didn't catch myself fast enough! It was an accident I sw-"

"We get it, Midoriya. It's getting old." You wave the boy off. His persistence almost drawing a chuckle out of you.

"Also, you didn't catch yourself at all, Midoriya." Asui comments.

Inspecting his surroundings, Kirishima cautiously notes, "This isn't much of a rest area."

"Not really, and where's class B?" Jirou asks.

"You don't actually think we stopped here just so you could stretch your legs, right?" Aizawa asks rhetorically with his hands in his pockets.

'How is he not dying with that big ass scarf on?'

The sound of multiple car doors opening and a feminine voice causes all of your heads to snap the other way, "Heya, Eraser."

"Long time no see." The teacher greets, lowering his head briefly in respect. Two young women both donning cat ears, paws, and tails step out of the vehicle.

"You can call us, 'The Wild Wild Pussy Cats'!" They both announce enthusiastically.

You stifle a yawn as your teacher begins to explain their presence, "These are the Pro Heroes you'll be working with at the summer training camp."

'Never heard of them-'

"They're a four person hero team who specialize in mountain side rescues! The Pussy Cats were founded when we were kids, like forever ago!" Midoriya explains with an excited blush on his face.

'-never mind, thank you Midoriya.'

"This marks their twelfth year working as a-" The boy continues, before a heavy white paw envelopes his face, effectively halting his rant.

"I'm pretty darn sure your math must be off." The hero named Pixie Bob refutes, her face inching closer to the boy with a menacing expression. "I'm eighteen at heart <3"

"...Understood." Midoriya utters from beneath her paw.

"Everyone, say hello. Don't be rude." Aizawa commands.

"Hello, nice to meet you." The class murmurs in unison.

"We own this whole stretch of land out here, everything your eyes can see. The summer camp you guys are staying at is down there." Mandalay explains, pointing a manicured paw towards the green field you overlooked. "Just at the base of this mountain."

"That's far!"

"Then why did we stop all the way up here?" Uraraka naively asks, "It's not like you guys expect us to run all the way there, right?" She offers with a laugh.

"Oh, you sweet summer child. You've just jinxed us." You realize.

"What? No that can't be right." Sato denies your implications. "Please, tell me that's not right..."

Sero chuckles nervously, pivoting on his right foot. "Very funny guys. Now, let's get back on the bus. Now. Please."

"G-good idea, let's go load up." Kaminari agrees as he too turns to escape this nightmare.

With a conniving smirk stitching itself onto her face, Mandalay purrs, "It's currently nine thirty in the morning... so, if you're fast enough, you might make it there by noon."

"No way!" Kirishima shrieks in disbelief.

"Holy crap!" Mina exclaims in horror.

Kaminari spins on his heel and dashes towards the bus doors, nearly tripping over his own laces in the process, "Save yourselves!"

"Can't we at least have a pre-torture snack? How the hell are we supposed to get down there if we're running on zero fumes?" You ask.

"You don't need food as fuel because of your quirk. Use the sun, Aeron." Aizawa answers.

"Kitties who don't make it there before by twelve thirty won't get any lunch." Mandalay adds.

"You both are downright evil!" You wail.

Aizawa stands as stagnant as usual, not at all being affected by his student's cries of anguish. "You guys should have known this from the very beginning. The moment you stepped foot on that bus..."

Before any of your classmates could have even reached the doors, Pixie Bob puts her cat-like agility to good use and terminates their attempts by leaping before them and showcasing her claws.

"The training camp has already begun."

Placing both paws on the ground, her palms emit an azure blue glow that mirrors the shade of her eyes. Suddenly, the ground beneath you begins to crumble and you realize you are descending multiple feet in the air.

"What the hell?!" Uraraka shrieks.

"She's controlling the ground!" Midoriya realizes.

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock!" You grit his way.

As you plummet, you quickly realize that you would need to find an opening or conjure up a way to break your fall. Although your sight is heavily obstructed by the pounds of dirt, you manage to guess at which point you expect to reach the ground.

Shifting yourself so that the impact would hurt you less, you touch the floor with a simple roll and a grunt.

Sighing heavily in relief, you start, "Oh thank gosh, that would have really hurt-" Though you aren't allowed to finish your victory cry before a body crashes into yours. Effectively breaking its fall.

"Oh, that wasn't so bad." Midoriya comments, his eyes remaining squeezed shut from the freight. "The floor is actually find of soft-"

"Oh you are so doing this on purpose." You accuse from under him. "Do you hate me?"

The boy open his eyes in panic at the sound of your voice, registering just who had softened his fall... once again. "Oh, no no no! This can't be happening, I swear to All Might I would never-"

He doesn't finish his sentence due to his world getting flipped upside down. Literally. You grab onto the back of his shirt and thrust him before you, forcing him to lay on his back harshly as you stand over him.

"Ouch." He whines.

"Since this is private land, you can use your quirk as much as you want to!" Mandalay announces from the top of the cliff. "You've got three full hours! You should be able to make it to the facility in that time... that is, if you can make it through the Beast's forest."

Facing the forest in topic, you gaze into the dark abyss of nothing but dirt and a mass amount of thick and tall trees. "How big is the beast that it needs an entire forest?" You ask dubiously.

"That name sounds right out of a fantasy game. I'm assuming we don't get any power ups?" Kaminari suggests.

"We've got quirks, idiot." Jirou answers, "Still, why do we keep falling for Aizawa's stupid tricks?"

"I wonder how much I'd win if I sued..." Uraraka wonders, glaring at the forest as if it'd simply toss her the money in terror.

"Give me a call if you need a statement." You offer absentmindedly, inspecting the forest thoroughly.

"I guess there's no use in complaining, we might as well move our asses." Kirishima adds, dusting himself off and counting the bruises he'd already garnered.

A purple blur sprints past you and into the unexplored land. "I've gotta piss, I've gotta piss, I've gotta piss. I've held it and didn't spill a single leak!" Mineta yells and makes it well into the forest, before yielding at a deep rumbling growl.

A grey monster made entirely out of the dirt around it bears its teeth at your group and stands on all fours. There were no eyes visible, though it had rippling sculpted muscles and stood tall within the leaves.

"We're all gonna die!" Sero and Kaminari screech in unison, both of their jaws nearly touching the ground beneath them.

Mineta stood directly before the beast, and in noticing the small human, the beast lifts its right arm and goes to slash at his body.

"Please calm yourself, my giant friend!" Koda begins to yell as he runs towards them with tears threatening to drip down his cheeks. "You don't wanna hurt any of us!"

Though, before it could even ghost the boy's skin, you bolt forwards and slide onto the dirt, kicking him out of its reach. Forcing yourself to roll with him in order to avoid contact with the strike, you grasp his body and clutch him near you as you slam against the trunk of a tree.

Exhaling in relief, you begin to mutter. "Damn it Eraser, you're really going to put me to work."

'Koji Koda. His quirk is anivoice, and it allows the user to communicate with and command animals through speech. It would have worked, if only this thing was actually an animal. It is purely a lump of dirt being manipulated by... Pixie Bob. This has to be that cat's quirk.' You conclude.

Leering over you and bearing its tusks once again, the monster reels its arm back once again, attempting to immobilize you a second time.

"You've got to be kidding me." You groan.

Without hesitation, you materialize your energy and shape it into a long sturdy spear, using the shaft to slice through the arm raining down on you. When you realize you are being given a struggle, you decide to apply even more energy into your weapon, causing it to heat up slightly. Providing for a clean cut all the way through the shoulder.

"They're not as strong as they look," You conclude.

As the claw hits the ground, you suddenly sense the same aura you've sensed before. The one that never fails to give you goosebumps at its mere activation.

This was the aura of a charging force.

'Izuku Midoriya.'

He stands just aways away from where you sit on the ground, hot pink marks painting his skin and cool green miniature lightning surrounding his body.

Frost follows after, centering from the dial toned boy behind you, sprouting until it reaches the monster you had momentarily stalled and imprisoning its legs.

"Reciproburst!" The class president yells, storming towards the beast with his engines hot and ready to slice through the other arm. Which it does flawlessly.

"Die!" Bakugo exclaims, lunging himself at the being with sparks flittering around his palms. Creating a powerful explosion, the blond obliterates the left leg into pieces, threatening its balance and causing it to tip over.

A crystalline opening for the final blow is made.

"Smash!" That blow being taken by none other than the freckled boy itching to put his power to good use, striking the monster right in the chest, dispersing it into thin air.

"Wow!" Sato exclaims after a few seconds of collective silence, "You guys defeated that beast in an instant!" He praises.

"You did it!" Sero joins.

"Yeah, they did it... and I did it too..." Mineta mumbles, on the brink of losing consciousness due to the shock, though that doesn't halt his attempt at thrusting himself into your arms hoping to be coddled.

"You did Jack shit but piss your pants." You grit, dodging his embrace and allowing him to fall face first onto the ground. "That was close." You exhale, replaying the memory of his near death experience.

"It seems we make a great team, Aeron." Iida tells you with a soft smile, walking towards you and offering his hand.

"Maybe, but you guys did most of the work." You reply, accepting his offering and joining him in standing. "And I might've just gotten peed on in return."

"You were the first to act in a moment of crisis, and you saved a fellow classmate. Unfortunately, a slightly damp classmate at that." He grimaces at the thought, though his warm grin returns once again upon gazing at you. "Great first day as a member of class A, if you ask me. Well done."

Your heart just squeezed.

With eyes that have softened in their corners, you panic for a suitable response to answer him with. "Thanks, Iida."

Unfortunately, your brief moment of acceptance is cut short when your instincts alert you. Rumbling can be felt in the pattern of stomps and another roar bellows through the forest.

"They're coming."

Jirou immediately places her headphones onto the ground and listens for the origins of the sounds. "There and there." She mutters, pointing a single finger at the sky and another to her left.

"Up above?!" Kaminari cries, "Where'd you get that from?!"

The sound of wings flapping only confirm her suspicions, rendering the blond silent in fear.

"Hey come on, how many are there?" Sero asks, looking every which way in paranoia.

"What should we do? Run away?!" Ashido asks.

"As if." Bakugo answers.

"Guys, if we don't make it to the facility by noon, we won't get lunch." Sato reminds you all.

"Then that settles it." You state, preparing for the incoming ambush.

"We have no choice but to get through here and take the shortest route." Yaoyorozu declares.

"Ribbit."

"All right, move out class A!" Iida announces, readying his stance.

Utilizing his quirk, Shoji joins Jirou on gathering as much information as he can on the monsters whereabouts. "Three up ahead and two each on either side!"

"Eight total. They're coming!"

As your class begins to apprehend and disembody the creatures, you pause to analyze the situation further. Something was not making sense.

'One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.' You count internally and discern the beasts movements. 'The rest of the class is taking care of seven, but where the hell is the eighth?' You ask yourself, recalculating to confirm that you truly were missing a monster.

'I doubt those two would miscalculate, this is their field of expertise. So if those dirt monsters are all around us on the ground, and some are able to occupy the sky, then that means...' Your gaze darts to the ground, scanning for any abnormal behavior.

'Crack'

"There!" You exclaim, scrutinizing the breach of solidified dirt.

Focusing your physical energy into your fist, you throw yourself onto the ground and slam it down. Again. And again. And again. Fist pulsing with pain, blood, and power before a portion of the ground you stand on caves in, allowing you to catch a glimpse of the monster attempting to launch a sneak attack on your class.

"Come out into the light, snake. It's over." You taunt. In response, the ground crumbles as the monster unveils itself, roaring with displeasure. It stood well into the air and bounded towards you.

Escaping in the opposite direction, you place your feet onto a tree trunk and leap before you take hold of a thick branch. Making use of your upper body strength to climb atop and calculate your next move.

'The neck.' You decide.

This particular monster had three rib cage like tusks that guarded the nape of its neck.

"Bingo."

Channeling your inner Levi Ackerman, you lift yourself on the branch and sprint towards the monster before leaping onto its body, landing on it's back. Climbing upwards as you dodge its spiky tail that swung your way, you conjure up another long spear, jabbing it into its neck and taking ahold of the other end before you launch yourself onto the ground and drag the blade down its solid neck as you plummet.

Landing on the ground once again, the monster's head lolls to the side. "Implosive Daggers." You murmur, and squeeze your right eye shut. With the utmost precision, you shoot blades of energy towards the other side of the creatures neck before its head detaches and crashes on the ground. "Bullseye." You praise yourself, pursed smile forming on your lips at your victory.

"This is fun." You decide.

Training camp - Day 1; 5:20 PM

"This is so not fun."

Lugging yourself forward, you donned multiple scrapes and scratches as you struggled to keep your eyes open. You nose was even dripping crimson due to the exertion your training had implemented.

With the sun descending in the sky and the trees obstructing it's rays, you had no way to replenish your quirk. The only option was to use that of the students around you but unfortunately for you, they needed theirs just as greatly as you did. That much was noticeable, as they were in no better shape than you.

"Ha! The litter is here!"

"That took longer than expected."

Stepping into the light, you notice all three heroes waiting patiently in front of the building you slowly inch closer towards. Uraraka dangles off of your left side as she clutchs her mouth and stomach in nausea.

"You said it would only be like, three hours!" Sero exclaims as Sato and Kirishima drop to the ground behind him.

"Oh no..." The pink cheeked girl in your arms murmurs before she too drops to the floor, only this time, to relieve herself of her breakfast. Alarmed, you quickly tuck her hair behind her ears and awkwardly pat her back.

"I guess we timed it based on how long it'd take us, sorry!" Mandalay explains.

"You are so not sorry." Ashido grumbles.

"And now you're bragging about how much better you are? That's so mean!" Sato whines.

"I'm starving. This is hell!" Kirishima complains as he no longer fights to open his eyelids. Uraraka, stomach now newly emptied, juts a thumb up in agreement.

"We missed lunch, I don't know if my life insurance covers starvation." You ponder aloud, standing up from where you crouched.

"I don't even have insurance." Ojiro mumbles.

"Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow!" Pixie Bob exclaims with a pair of manicured paws covering her face.

'She reminds me of Kitty when Keigo forgets to feed her.' You think.

"I thought it would take you kids even longer! But, you did much better against my dirt monsters than I thought you would." She praises before she lowers her voice. "You guys were seriously great." Wiggling her claws before her, she exclaims "Especially... the five of you! It seems like you've had quite the bit of experience." She pauses for dramatic effect before launching herself forwards. "I call dibs on these kittens! They're puuurrfect!"

You weren't really paying attention to the hero, though she gives you no choice but to pay her heed as she appears before you and four other students.

Bakugo groans in annoyance, "The hell, lady?!" He grunts and shields himself with his arms.

"I just wanna nap!" You whine childishly as you cover your face with your palms.

"Endure! Do not let yourself be taken by this COUGAR!" Iida motivated, his stance mimicking that of the blond beside him.

"I am very uncomfy right now!" Midoriya states, eyes squeezed shut and body folding inwards.

"When are you feeding us?" Todoroki asks through his palms as he too hides behind his fingers.

"...Mandalay, has she always been like this? Please get her away from my children." Aizawa asks the woman beside him.

"It's gotten worse lately, she's at the age to take a mate." The Pro Hero answers apologetically.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Uhm! Speaking of people's ages-" The freckled boy beside you starts, before getting a paw to the face.

"Choose your next words carefully boy..."

"I've just been wondering since we got here earlier. Whose child is that?" Midoriya mumbles from under the triggered woman's claws, pointing in the direction of a small dispirited boy in a red hat.

The question startled Mandalay as if she had forgotten the child was even behind her, "Oh! This little guy is my cousin's son, he lives with us now." She gestures to the immobile boy, "Don't be shy, Kota. Say hi to everyone. You're gonna be around them for the next week." She gently encourages.

Midoriya, gaining confidence, strides up to the young boy and smiles gently. "Hey there, my name is Midoriya. I'm from the UA High School hero course." He bends forward and offers a hand to shake. "It's nice to meet you!"

The boy stares at his outstretched hand, before quietly reeling his right arm back and thrusting his clenched fist into Midoriya's crotch. The action causes the boy's knees to buckle and a wail of pain to slip from his lips.

Iida, utterly appalled at the assault, moves to catch Midoriya before he can fully tip forward. "What a low blow! You fiend of a child! A punch to the scrotum is unforgivable!"

Kota halts his leave and slowly pivots his neck to glare directly into the class representatives eyes. "The last thing I wanna do is hang with some wannabe heroes!"

"Wannabe?! Do you know who I am? How old are you kid?!"

The interaction causes you to snort involuntarily before covering your mouth with your palms.

"Did you teach him that?" Todoroki asks, obviously referring to the same move you pulled on the same green haired boy during the practical exams.

"Puh-lease, that strike was juvenile. I have technique." You reply, to which the boy cracks a smile.

"You've gotta admit, that brat's got spunk." Bakugo comments, promptly ignoring your previous topic.

"He's like a mini version of you." Todoroki states.

You hum in consideration, "But cuter."

Unsurprisingly, your comments enrage the blonde. "What are you talking about?! You need to shut your mouths before I blast you both all the way to hell!" He threatens inching closer to your faces.

"Yeah, sure." Todoroki deadpans.

"...Definitely cuter." You grimace.

"Enough playing around." Your teacher directs. "Get your stuff off of the bus. Once your bags are in your rooms, we'll have dinner in the cafeteria. After that you can bathe and sleep. Tomorrow your training starts in earnest, you better get a move on." He ends, pointing a thumb in the direction of the building.

"Thank you for the food!"

Your eyes glimmered like stardust at the amount of dishes before you. Never in your life had you been allowed to feast in such a way, and from what you could gather, you were to plate the delicious meal yourself!

Slowly, almost hesitantly, you place your chopsticks into your hand, picking up a slice of the pork cutlet sitting in front of you and placing it onto your tongue.

Immediately, the combined flavors erupt in your mouth with each chew, and a squeal escapes you. In a matter of seconds, your mouth was filled to the brim with everything edible within your sight.

"Aeron, you're drooling." Jirou informs you.

"I really don't give a shit, right now." Comes your half-audible reply. "I'm gonna sleep so good after this." The food is so good, you're almost brought to tears.

"Speaking of, Sero said the guys room is huge!" Mina exclaims.

"Can't be that much bigger than ours right?" You ask, feeling the warmth of your miso soup trickle down your throat.

"I wonder if I can sue for sexism..." Uraraka mutters.

"...let's not."

Mandalay enters the cafeteria, hands donned in a pair of baby pink oven mittens with minuscule kitten paws littered on them. A brown cardboard box laid upon her palms. "Alright, we've got dessert. I know it's early in the meal, but considering how spent you guys are on your very first day, we've decided to cut you guys some slack." She announces.

She then places the container onto the table, coincidentally directly in front of you.

Her first mistake.

"Aeron, you're drooling again." Apparently, it was not just your imagination, as Jirou once again informs you.

As she lifts the top off of the box, it's as if the gates of heaven themselves have opened just for you with how intense the dessert shines in your eyes. A ten inch vanilla cake frosted with fluffy white whipped cream. Vibrant rosy strawberries embezzled the rim and you swore you could feel your saliva pooling at your ankles as you ogled the sweet dish before you.

"That's...cake." You whispered.

"Uhm, yeah?" Ashido giggles at your reaction. "You're acting like you've never eaten cake before."

"And strawberries?" You ask, head tilting slightly as you inspect every detail your eye can catch. Grabbing the silver knife that was placed on the plate, your arm slowly inches towards your desired baked good. "I need it. Now."

"Ronnie, you're scaring me." Ashido trembles next to you, peering warily at your predatory gaze.

Carefully crafting yourself a slice, you place a piece onto your plate.

The supple skin of the ruby colored berries whispered your name in a siren like melody. Calling upon you to taste whatever it had to offer. Giving into temptation, the pads of your fingers lift the fruit towards your mouth and with your eyes shut, your teeth pierce it's delicacy.

Saccharine but tangy juices envelope your taste glands, creating a harmony you've never felt before.

"Oh wow, she has literal hearts in her eyes."

Squealing once again in bliss, you vigorously shovel the rest of the dessert into your mouth. You're about to pull your cellphone out to inform the person dearest to you about the stash of gold you have just stumbled upon, before you feel your energy deplete rapidly. "...Uh oh." You whimper and face plant directly onto the dish before you.

Splat!

"..."

"..."

"..."

Every student in the vicinity ceases their movements and noises in favor of directing their attention to your form. Nobody dares to be the first to act... well, no one except a green haired boy fearing the worst.

"Oh my gosh?! SHE'S DEAD!"

Unsurprisingly, his exclamation creates a ripple effect of chaos and panic within his peers.

Making his entrance, your teacher makes his way towards your seat, arms out in an effort to quell the madness. "Calm yourselves." He says in his usual monotone voice.

Upon reaching your table, he gently places his palms on either side of your head and lifts it, revealing your soft face coated in fluffy cream. "Pass me a napkin, please." He asks the pink girl beside him, to which she hastily complies. His fingers tenderly cleanse your silk like skin which he begins to inspect. "She's just sleeping." He reassures.

Sighs of relief float throughout the room at his confirmation. The girl beside you takes the chance to gaze at your sleeping form, only to gasp in astonishment.

"Her sun mark... it's a moon now." She mentions.

"And it's glowing, like when she activates her quirk." Uraraka adds.

Aizawa himself examines the dainty crescent shape painted between your brows. "The sun has gone down, so she can't count on it recharging her, should she have the need. Fortunately, the moon is a great substitute. It also glows when she sleeps, since that is another method in which she can regain her energy." He explains.

"Come to think of it, I do recall it doing the same when she slept after our practical exam." Yaoyorozu adds.

"So that's why she kept saying that she needed a nap!" Kaminari realizes.

"Her quirk most likely forced her body to shut down for the time being since she still hasn't had the time to regain any energy. I'm guessing she didn't steal any of your stamina in the forest?" He asks and looks to the group around him for confirmation. "I thought so. It's fine, she just needs rest. Did she eat enough?" He asks the girls around you, to which they nod. "Good. Allow her to rest for the remainder of dinner. Afterwards, wake her so that she can bathe." The teacher instructs as he lightly places both of your cheeks down onto the table, your soft breathing beginning to fill the air. "Where is her uniform blazer?"

"Oh! We took them off when we unpacked earlier. They're back in our rooms." Uraraka explains.

"Great," He replies sarcastically, "Does anyone have their blazer that is currently not in use?"

Not giving anyone else a chance, someone immediately answers. "She can have mine, sir!" Midoriya offers at the other end of the table. "It's the least I could do, considering the amount of blood she lost because of me. And I fell on her. And I immediately assumed she was dead. And-"

"Okay, thank you, Midoriya." Aizawa cuts the boy off before he could begin another rant. Taking the offering, your teacher drapes the coat over your back, effectively keeping you snug for your nap. "Alright, continue, and don't bother her. If I see any of you pulling out another washable marker, you can kiss the hot springs goodbye, rugrats."

Only once she assures that he is out of sight, Ashido slips her phone out of her skirt pocket. "He didn't say anything about taking selfies with her." She explains with a mischievous giggle.

"Oh! Try the cat filter!" Uraraka exclaims.

"Take some on mine too, yeah?" Jirou asks as she passes her own electronic to her friend. Many other students following her lead.

You are so fucked when it comes to blackmail material.

Steam billows in pools around your naked forms, muscles relaxing and minds quieting down.

It has been a while since you felt so serene, allowing your brain to cleanse itself of any restlessness thoughts. With your hair neatly tied away from your face, you were free of any obstruction that prevented you from voicing thoughts you normally wouldn't voice aloud.

That explains the questionable topic of conversation.

"I usually apply my socks and then one shoe at a time while tying them as I slip them on." Yaoyorozu explains.

"What?" You mutter, your eyes remaining shut in relaxation. "That sounds complicated. I feel like putting on both socks first, and then both shoes, and then tying them afterwards is easier."

"But, that just sounds wrong." Tsuyu adds. "Why stop your application during each step? I'd usually go for putting on my sock, shoe, and then tying my laces before I start on the next foot."

"You see, this is why I prefer to wear sandals." Uraraka sighs.

"Objection, sandals are so not in season!" Hagakure counters.

"Uhm, objection, it's summer. That's prime sandal season." The brunette replies.

"Okay, but I'm talking about the sandals you wear. The really strappy ones." Hagakure describes, "They make my feet sweat just looking at them." She grimaces.

"When else would I wear them?"

"Those are for when you want to show off your pedicure indoors! You know, in the A/C."

"I think I make them work." Uraraka tilts her nose up in poise.

"You do!" Hagakure agrees, "But we can hear you from a mile away with the rubber sliding against your sweaty feet!" She finishes, causing your group to laugh at the thought.

"Let's talk about something other than feet." Yaoyorozu suggests, "How about we play a game?"

"Ooh!" Ashido chimes in excitement, "How about Kiss, Mary, Kill."

"How do you play?" You ask.

"You've never played before?" Jirou tilts her head in question, to which you shake yours in response.

"Basically, we give you three names of three random people. You choose which you would rather kiss, marry, or kill. Of course, not literally. Just for shits and giggles."

This game sounds unlike any you have ever heard before, which is honestly surprising, considering it seems like a game Keigo would have surely mentioned if he had even heard about it in passing.

"Ah! I'll go first." Hagakure volunteers, "Mineta, Sero, and... hm. Midoriya?"

"I thought we were gonna go with anime characters..." Jirou mumbles dejectedly.

"Those are my only choices?" You ask.

"Yup!" Ashido answers.

"I chose the last one specifically for you, Aeron!"

You sputter, "What? Midoriya? Why?"

You hear the invisible girl giggle, "Because after how much he roughed you up today, I'm dying to know your opinion on your new classmate."

"Okay..." You drawl dubiously, "Well, I'd probably kill Mineta... not literally, of course. Because killing is like, illegal. And I would never do that." You make sure to establish that lie. "And then I'd probably marry Sero."

"What?!" The girls shriek in unison.

"Why did you 'what?!' that? This isn't literal." You repeat their earlier explanations.

"We just want to know why. Sorry, any answer from you would have garnered the same reaction." Yaoyorozu explains.

You hum in contemplation. "Well, I've noticed that Sero goes out of his way to halt as many of Mineta's perverted attempts to make us uncomfortable. I find that admirable."

"Oh, that makes sense." Ashido agrees.

"So, you'd kiss Deku?" Uraraka asks hesitantly.

You sigh in resignation, "Yeah, if the situation had, for some reason, called for that. I'd kill Mineta, marry Sero, and kiss Midoriya. Just cause the guy has bruised me up a bit doesn't mean I'd wish death upon him."

Ashido squeals, "Ronnie! You're so admirable!" She praises as she scoots closer to you and places her head on your shoulder.

Your face contorts in confusion, "I- don't understand..."

"Just go with it." Hagakure mutters in your direction.

A distinct wail suddenly resounds from the other side of the wooden wall, snatching all of your attention. Looking towards the wall, you notice that atop of the very high ledge, stood Kota, the moody kid who had assaulted Midoriya's crotch earlier today.

"Before you become a hero, you should learn how to act like a decent human being." He states.

"Who did he clock?" Ashido asks, noticing that he was speaking to someone on the other side of the hot spring.

The boy's side of the hot spring.

"Mineta really is the worst, isn't he?" Asui calls out to the small boy, clearly having been through similar situations in the past since she didn't seem so surprised.

"Thanks so much Kota, babe!"

The boy instinctively turns towards the voices offering him their thanks, though he realizes in hindsight that wasn't such a great idea, considering the shock he felt at the sight. With pink cheeks and wide eyes, the boy yelps and begins to fall back towards the other side of the wall - your heart dropping at the sight.

"Gotcha!" Midoriya's voice was heard through the wooden wall.

After a brief moment of silence, you hesitantly wade towards the end of the spring, fearing the answer to your question. "Uhm, is he okay?" You call out.

"Yeah! He's fine!" Midoriya answers, "Well, kind of. I caught him before he reached the ground, but he must have passed out from the shock of... the fall. Yeah, he was shocked about the fall. I'll just take him to Mandalay, now."

"Good job, Deku!" Uraraka praises.

Yaoyorozu looks around warily, before she clutches her arms around her chest. "We should probably head on out now. We need all the rest we can get before we start early training tomorrow. Plus, I just feel uncomfortable now."

"Agreed. Given how relaxing this soak has been, I'm even more sleepy than earlier." You add.

At the rest of the girl's agreement, you all gathered your towels and belongings, heading to your designated cabin for rest.

"Before we go, here's the real Kiss, Marry, or Kill scenario." Ashido says ominously, "Satoru Gojo, Mikasa Ackerman, or Shoto Todoroki."

"Why is Todoroki amongst our choices? He's not an anime character." Jirou asks.

"Because he's Todoroki."

"...fair enough."

"I'd rather just kiss the hell out of Mikasa Ackerman." You answer, not wasting anymore time on the game and heading out.

"Heavy on that part, Aeron." Uraraka agrees and follows behind you.

Upon entering your shared cabin, you slip into your usual silk pajama set, feeling like the sleepwear was heaven sent on your freshly bathed skin. Lying your futons on the ground, all seven of you decided to lay in a rectangle, with your heads at the center. Surrendering to your body's needs, you plop onto your sheets and allow your eyelids to flutter shut. All the girls doing the same, wanting as much shut eye as Aizawa allows.

That night, a strange feeling clouds your amygdala. Still indescribable to yourself, you wonder what exactly that emotion is. It creates upheaval within a specific corner of your heart, as if someone had decided to light the candle implanted within you.

A glowing ember, which allows you better sight of something you had yet to reach. The warmth accompanying you along your journey to that destination. You knew you hadn't arrived, nor were you nearing. But you didn't mind, in fact you supposed you could enjoy the ride to whatever awaited you.

Slumber found you nearly effortlessly that night.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this batch! I hope you’re enjoying the story so far, see you in the next update!

Ps: this week’s episode was so good, everyone go say thank you to studio bones and horikoshi for gifting us with so much izuku midoriya.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

HI ITS ME gvxzggsgjfh ok look this is. i know this is a weird one it is SO specific and so obviously something i should just write myself if i want it👏but👏but👏BUT i decided to shoot my shot when a perfect chance has arisenderised for you to pick and choose from anything you like AND in any form, and to see if this one maybe by any chance just so happens to spark anything fun in u too xD

ssssssssssoooooooooooooooooooooo RANDOM EVENT ROLL D20 mc gets bitten by a werewoof or some other kind of "contagious" monster species (....cant really think of anything else other than vampirs, now that i say it) but WAIT THERES MORE because. what if mc insisted that they dont want any potential existent cures, they just wanna stay monstery >:3 JVDTHGLN who's considering it, who would absolutely go in the "its either me or this" direction, who's enthusiastic🤣 this is silly as hell but in the case it sparks joy id love to hear ur any and all thoughts because this idea has been haunting me for forever lmao honestly the best way ive imagined it is like one of your own selfinsert pieces youve posted before where its just all of them together bickering heeheehee💘💕🩷💞💖

love u have fun!!

The Arcana Drabble: MC transforms into a "monster"

In the spirit of things, I though a long drabble/short oneshot would work best to keep the madness going XD

Asra's getting stuck in their "one focus and one focus only" mode and right now that focus is making sure you're okay. He'll decide how he feels later, which isn't being helped at all because Julian keeps calling on him to help him slow down the process and get you to think about this a little more. However, it's hard to tell what exactly Julian wants your decision to be because in between him trying to get Asra to make you think about it some more, he's having all kinds of medical epiphanies about how your anatomy is adjusting to the new monster form:

"MC, let's think about some more, shall we? I'm sure Asra agrees with me - don't you, Asra? Asr - oh, whats this?! Your finger's joints are rapidly adjusting to accommodate for - I need a pen and paper -"

"Right here, Ilya." It's Portia's dismissive tone as she digs a small notebook and pencil out of her pocket that keeps you grounded. Not for long, though, because she can't wait to see what happens next. "Accommodate for what, anyways? Are you growing another joint?? Are you going to get claws??? Talons???? Show me!"

Between Julian jotting down unintelligible notes while he studies your elbow's range of motion, Portia's excited exclamations, and Asra's attempt at soothing touch as they rub your shoulders and ask how you're feeling, it's a miracle you can notice Muriel's quiet mumble in the background. He's clearly overwhelmed and very concerned that the physically-altering substance in general got to your brain first, making you so seemingly okay with turning into a monster.

"MC, do you remember your name? Do you need to take a nap? You don't have to be okay with this -"

"I believe this may warrant far more than a nap to recover from." Nadia's doing her best to keep Lucio calm, holding him back from tackling you much like she might grasp a leash. You can practically see the headache building behind her eyes. "We have yet to determine what the extent of this transformation is and therefore whether our dear MC is even capable of fully agreeing to the current process. MC, darling, did the source of this transformation give you any indication of what the end result would be?"

You'd try to respond, but Lucio's excited yelling is too noisy to shout over. He's fumbling at the fastenings on his cape, distracted by your ongoing changes, and very annoyed at Nadia's interference.

"Where did it go? I want to see if it can give me powers too - OW! Dammit, Noddy, I'm trying to help here! You're keeping me from finding the monster and getting it to give me cool - I mean, getting it to tell us more about what's happening! Don't you want that? Don't you want to help MC, Noddy?! Let me go -"

It's with a loud RIP and subsequent "that was velvet, you know!" that Lucio finally breaks free and sprints off in the direction of your new monster friend. You can feel yourself slowly settling in to your new form as the process shows signs of slowing and reaching completion.

Nadia's facepalming. Portia's looking at you with eyes shining in wonder. Julian's still trying to nag Asra into reversing this as he takes notes. The magician in question is still ignoring him as they ask you how you feel for the nth time. Muriel's eyeing the nearby closet in hopes of taking a nap and waking up to it all being a dream. Lucio's a distant, spiky golden speck at this point.

Faust is quietly trying to sneak her knife into your hand, for crimes.

[allwormdiet]

Sentinel 9.6

Well.

At least we're not as fucked as Brockton Bay.

"Ugh, how dare crime be prevented so I can't beat the shit out of the people doing the crimes for my own catharsis" - sentiments of the utterly normal

This glimpse into the inner workings of these two has not endeared me to them any further, tbh. I think the time in which they can actually turn these impressions around is starting to dwindle.

So. Here's Sophia's worldview laid plain, and it's about what I expected. Might makes right, violence and desperation and greed are the true nature of humanity, everyone can be divided between sheep and wolves and she refuses to be a sheep.

Mostly I think I'm just curious as to what, exactly, shaped her to be this way. Like obviously whatever caused her to trigger is a factor, but I don't know if any parahuman has had a complete overhaul of their personality brought about by their power coming online; I suspect that she'd followed some version of this mentality before the worst day of her life (so far) proved her right.

I can't imagine Piggot would be thrilled that Shadow Stalker thinks so highly of her, or at least the why of it.

This is cool, though. Give Wildbow credit, he can make just about any sensation of using a power sound rad as hell.

*sighs* Fucking Nazis

At least Sophia is sensible about what to do with them

Another neat fight scene, this one is a bit quicker than the Travelers tussle so I kinda like it more. That and it involves beating the shit out of Nazis.

Ruh roh Raggy

hiimdaisy_adachi_murder.mp3

Oh yeah, why eliminate the villain who you know is a particular threat to you, specifically, when you can try to torment her first?

This isn't even me saying that Sophia should try to murder Skitter, bc obviously I prefer the latter to the former, but taking the whole thing of seeing her secret identity into consideration, the response to crossing paths should be "take her down fast and hard," not "put her back against the wall and make her panic"

It's gonna fucking break her brain when she realizes Taylor is Skitter, huh?

There's something really funny about how basically every outsider POV we've gotten on Skitter involves hating her ass. Truly cursed to be unpopular.

I like the logical weaknesses of Sophia's power so far. Things getting into her shadow form, like bugs, fuck with her ability to remanifest because she has to "shove" them out of where she's going to solidify. The electricity I'm less clear on, maybe just some quirk of what she's "made" of in her altered state, but it's a good way to explain why she can't just leap through buildings willy nilly. The thing with the gas/vapor absorption that gets mentioned in a second also makes sense and is pretty neat.

Hey Sophia do you maybe regret playing with your food a little bit

Also still cool to see Skitter's powers from the outside POV

God that's so cool

...Y'know, if these two could get over their bullshit for like, a minute, they could probably have some very cathartic hate-makeouts. More blood than normal for kissing but less blood than normal for their usual interactions.

Lol

Lmao

Nuts that what threw her off in this moment was looking for a secondary murder weapon to cover up her power's tell.

Also: get fucked Sophia.

And you fell for it hook line and sinker, because you're a petty tunnel-visioned sadist.

Got the whole crew doing the group pose, love to see it

Also: hi Aisha, glad you get to join the team, sorry you had a trigger event, hope the future scenes with you are less uncomfortable than your first one

Skitter is so fucking good at playing up the villain role, she really should be proud of the work she puts into it.

Not entirely sure why they're kidnapping Shadow Stalker, but I'm sure it's going to be another photo album moment for the Undersiders and their rise to prominence.

Concluding Thoughts

Y'know, a lot of trouble could've been avoided if Sophia just ignored that impulse to play with her prey. I'm not gonna be like "oh why can't she just rein in the violence" because every parahuman we've met so far is either a participant or facilitator of violence, but the cruelty is what's gotten her in trouble here. Not only did she only get baited into this trap because she refused to make an earlier attempt at the killing blow, not only did she take the bait of hunting down a lone villain while a PRT convoy was under attack by fucking Nazis, but the hostility might have been avoided if she hadn't gotten her kicks from tormenting and assaulting Taylor. If Sophia was just Emma's friend who hung back and watched as she tormented Taylor, things might've differently all the way back in the medical tent, but alas, she was a willing and gleeful participant.

Little concerned about what the fuck they're going to do to her, but there's nothing to do but wait and see.

Also, cautiously glad that Imp has arrived, she seems fun from what I've picked up via osmosis, again fingers crossed that her continued presence in this story doesn't involve nearly as much wincing as Tangle 6.3 because holy shit.

[sophsicle]

it's so weird reading king/pirate fanfiction as a history student because i keep wondering if the most autocratic of dictators and the biggest, cruelest idiots who have ever ruled monarchies had secret side flings whose love "transcended space and time.” like LOL imagine if tsar nicholas ii had a gay side boo. i wonder if his relationship would more closely resemble jegulus or wolfstar or rosekiller. hard to imagine but i cant help it. nicholas x rasputin my otp!! LMAO this is the type of stuff your writing inspires in me.

k but they literally did tho

like Elizabeth I and Robert Dudley? grew up outlaws, basically loved each other until the day they died but just couldn't be together because of timing and politics (she also fucks around with a pirate for a bit, i love her so much)

King James I / V and his lover the Duke of Buckingham who becomes a second father to James's son Charles, is there for him after his father dies and then is murdered by his political opponents???

Frederick II whose father forces him to watch as his male lover Hans Hermann von Katte is BEHEADED (jesus christ)

Alexander the Great and Hephaestion, childhood friends, who make offerings at the alters of Patroclus and Achilles, and then Hephaestion goes and dies and Alexander is destroyed and follows not too long afterwards basically from a broken heart

William of Orange was definitely also fucking around with his bffs from Holland, I'm pretty sure he builds like an addition to Hampton court for one of them but I'm too lazy to fact check that

ANYWAY i always think if you want to be a writer you should study history, cause there are so many stories right there

[burning-academia-if]

1. What would each RO’s dream wedding be like? (Who would be there, what would the theme be, how would they react to seeing MC walking down the aisle/standing at the alter, etc)

2. How would each RO react to waking up after dreaming about the wedding? (Crush stage)

Oh man lol

Rook:

He'd like something small, in a venue a bit away from a town/city. The details he'd probably leave to you, but despite his social butterfly tendencies, I think he'd only want his closest friends there, and his dad, plus whoever you want to invite. Just really simply and quaint. My man would be in absolute shambles the minute he sees you, there's an ethereal light glow about you to him, and he's /this/ close to a total emotional breakdown from joy

Him finally having a happy dream about MC??? He'd be so flustered and embarrassed. Thank god he's a master at masking his feelings because he's going to be thinking about it all day, especially when he sees you.

Beck:

The true dream is back home at Puerto Rico with all his family present with their usual mayhem and all the food he misses eating lmaO The more realistic dream would be beach themed, probably not on the beach because Sand but in a venue by the beach side. Regardless of version Vivir mi Vida by Marc Anthony somehow plays because it's at every Latino party ever. He has the biggest smile when he sees you, eyes gleaming. He can't look away from you for the whole night.

It makes him so soft. He wakes up curled in bed, a small, sleepy smile to himself. He's never really thought of marriage with anyone before, but it feels right that it's you.

Rhea:

She'd plan out a meticulous wedding, at a gorgeous nature-esque location that her high brow family can actually afford. She puts a lot of attention to detail, and she's always asking for your opinions. The ceremony is in a classical type building, but the reception is in a garden adjacent to it. She's silently crying tears of joy when she sees you, and she doesn't even wait for the vows to start before she kisses you, so full of love.

She's flustered, when she wakes up. Her skin feels warm and she can't help but touch her cheeks. The two of you aren't even dating, so it consider something so serious feels silly. Still, her thoughts keep going back to it throughout the day.

Zoe:

They actually don't care much for marriage. It's not really a requirement for them when it comes to a life long partner, and they look at a lot more practically like 'oh health benefits and taxes' lmfaO It's very much more what you want, although they do request something small and private. They'd probably be more keen on planning out the menu and dreaming about that, then anything else lol When it does happen though, their heart is soft and they give you the gentlest small as you walk down the aisle. You look so happy, and that's really everything they could ever dream of

They're not looking at you for the rest of the day. They can't fathom why they'd dream of such a thing, and when you try to talk to them, they keep looking away. You, as their spouse? Their heart trips a little over the thought of it.

Lars:

Also doesn't care about marriage, or rather a wedding ceremony, because what a waste of money LMFAO better to save that for the honeymoon. He can't really picture it, mostly because he never considered he'd have a lifelong partner, and also would there really be anyone who would show up on his side? He goes along with it for you though, and he's pretty helpful during the process surprisingly. When he sees you, his eyes are soft and the smile touching is face is one of his few genuine ones. Despite his feelings about marriage, he really does want to be with you for a long time

Why the hell is dreaming about these things? He squints at the ceiling, wondering why is it one of the rare occasions he actually gets sleep, he's dreaming about marrying you? Acts more annoyed with you then usual throughout the day, and yet, somehow more...forward?

???:

The concept of marriage and weddings is pretty foreign to them, but they love the idea of it actually. Something in the woods, with lanterns and fairy lights strewn about would be pretty, especially during the Spring or Fall with all the different colors. They wouldn't give the traditional vows, and the two of you would probably work together to rewrite the whole usually spiel that's given so it fits a lot more with how you two fit together. The world almost doesn't feel real when they see you. After everything, the two of you can have this

It's a pleasant feeling, spreading through their chest and into their veins. They almost don't want to wake up, just so they can imagine it a little longer. When they speak with you, the feeling of their voice is warmer, softer. There's more affection laced through it then what you're used to.

[hoarah-babylon]

2nd DLC session round-up yupppp

Started to explore a settlement called Belurat, v beautiful, I love all the draped cloth over the buildings and the beautiful trees. I found a key and unlocked a door that opened a storeroom, with an old woman and a horned lion head inside. She wasn't too happy to see me

damn they really hate Marika lmao. I find it so interesting that these 'hornsent' people are identifying me as something aligned with Marika/Messmer, and cursing me for it. We go through the whole game being shunned for being Tarnished because we are people stripped of grace, now we're being shunned for (I'm assuming) being a creation of Marika. It's super interesting. no one fucks with me fr

I continued on through the settlement and climbed the tower, and eventually got to the first major boss!! It's the Lion-Dancer we saw in the DLC trailers, and it's a really beautiful boss fight. It takes place on a stage, and the theatrics of it all are really so awe-inspiring. It wields different elemental damage in different parts of the fight - lightning, wind/storm, and frost. There's also lion sculptures with horned heads dotted around the stage and settlement. You can summon Freyja to help fight it :) not an easy fight at all, but eventually he went down and I got the reward of its remembrance, along with the lion head itself as a helm.

I absolutely love that this culture took their skills in theatrical performance and repurposed these skills for battle, that's just. I love it it's so cool. Another helm that makes you weaker to sleep, like the golden mask I found previously. The prayer it's talking about is heard at the beginning of the fight in the opening cutscene, and it is said by the old woman I found earlier. The map identifies her as 'Hornsent Grandam'.

I did something I'm not super proud of. But I read messages that alluded to it and mama I'm trying to research. I put the lion head on and went to talk to her again to see if anything would change. Her reaction made me feel really bad... she was so relieved to see a 'sculpted keeper' and was overcome with emotion. She mentioned something about wanting her son to fight alongside me (the keeper) against Messmer, and take revenge. And then she promised to sing for me and gave me an incantation.

Now the description of the incantation just about blew my head off. It referred to this woman as the 'Empyrean Grandam'. Empyrean??? I was not expecting to see that. I looked up grandam and apparently it's an old word for grandmother. Empyrean grandmother... does this mean she is/was an Empyrean, or she's the grandmother of an Empyrean? I'm surprised that Empyreans exist in this realm, considering how hidden everything and everyone is in this place. Can the Greater Will still reach this place? She does mention her son, does he have children? Empyrean children? So intriguing. I assume it's not her son because it seems like TGW/two fingers choose non-men as Empyreans (Miquella has ambiguous gender and a feminine alter-ego St. Trina).

Went back to the second Miquellan cross and met Sir Moore. I love him. I love him I would die for him if anything happens to him I'm going to scream from the rooftops

!!! I explored the river running through Gravesite Plain and found a couple of sleep/night adjacent items. The deep purple lily got me super excited because TRINAAA I could use some tbh I haven't been sleeping well. can you tell

Found a ghost down there too, these lines are making me Think about the connection between sleep and death. What if Miquella is really dead in some way, and this gives way to St. Trina being alive in his place... or something. I don't know but I'm Thinking

Even the turtles have horns here!! Found a new more powerful stamina talisman that depicts a two-headed turtle. There's a lot of depictions in this realm of two converging intertwining objects like trees, turtles, Miquella's sigil/needle is intertwining too.

Went back to Roundtable hold to see what the Remembrance rewards are. I wasn't sure in my last session but after watching some old lore videos to refresh my memory - divine in the context of ER seems to refer to the Crucible or aspects of it. What does it mean that they are messengers of the heavens though? The only other thing in game that I could relate to that are Two Fingers considering they commune with TGW. I have no idea

Was exploring and MET ANOTHER TRAILER GUY. He was sitting by another Cross of Miquella. Identifies himself as a Tarnished named Thiollier. Has 0 self confidence, says he's unintelligent and bad at fighting. Kinda weird for a Tarnished? Makes me wonder how he got there too, he's literally like just behind an encampment of Messmer soldiers. His special interest is poison, and sells you poison things. His armour is super interesting, the cloth/white hair is braided a lot like Miquella/Radagon's, and there's a gold figure in the middle of his chest. The mask is the most striking to me though, and looks like its lined with silver thorns. I just had a thought - who else do we know that wears masks like this and is all about poison? House Marais! Idk what the link could be but, something to keep in mind I guess

Got jumpscared by this guy yelling in pain. He yelled about someone he called 'vile Bayle' so I assume they're the person that maimed this guy. "Exquisite pain" though... reminds me of Mohg/Varré. Then I got invaded by an 'Ancient Dragon-Man'. I followed that path down and found a draconic cave, where I fought the real Dragon Man at the end. He was kicking my ass I can't lie. But I got him eventually and the reward was hmm-inducing

Anti-dragon spray. Wait what, what is the Dreaded One???? And what do you mean it's devoured by people?? What does any of this mean bruh. It sounds like an outer god but if people eat it (?) it can't be. Uhhhhhhhh ok I don't understand and I'm tired. I opened the door at the back of the boss room and...

Hell yeah. It led me out to a precipice overlooking the jagged peak I could see in the distance from where I entered the DLC. There's dragons sleeping below. I took some baller pics of my Tarnished.

I have so much to figure out I still can't really believe all this, it's so jarring running around not knowing anything. it's awesome i love this game

[also small PSA it's fine if anyone reading this wants to reply with their thoughts, but please don't spoil anything, this is my blind playthrough and i want it to stay that way :)]

[redrum-alice]

TimeBomb ⏳️💣✨️ Tangled AU headcanons again because why not---

May or may not include repeated hcs bc i domt read them after theyre posted lololol---

Ekko HCs

Instead of his nose, piltover enforcers kept getting Ekko's face mark wrong on his wanted posters (they either put apple, unicorn, heart, or a d*ck on his face-)

Ladies Man: Every girl and young woman who happens to come across his posters or who have heard of him have been fawning over him; they have this notion that if they leave a science book or a trinket on their window at night, he'll come visit and sweep them off their feet...of course that doesn't happen and there's only a 50% chance he'll pick it up or not (probs bc he already stole a copy of that book or that the trinket doesn't interest him).

He's the big brother (along with Scar) of their community called "Firelights" where most refugees reside. He gets along with kids a lot and invite him to play Tag with them when he's not busy. (Bonus: he babysits Scar's baby when he's away)

Short Lore: Ekko was orphaned at a very young age and was left to fend for himself as a pick pocket along with other kids. By the time he was old enough to pick up a book, Benzo adopted him and made him as his apprentice at the age of 9. It all ended when Enforcers and Chembarons terrorized Zaun due to Shimmer. Scar eventually found him and became his big brother. Rest is history of them building a sanctuary for people in need.

Ekko is pretty much a book worm. Unlike kids his age when he was young, he would steal more books than money resulting Scar sharing his rations to feed him. He's reckless, but eventually learned how to survive.

Kids in the Firelight sanctuary are inspired and are as curious as Ekko is in the field of science and mathematics. Parents encourage them to hang out with their big brother in hopes they can be educated just like him

His parents did want him to attend piltover academy for a brighter future, but unfortunately the war happened :')

Because of the unfortunate events happening in his life, he starts to fantasize about building a time machine to see his family again. Jayce's hexgem only amplified his ambitions of building his impossible project.

Another one of his ambitions is to make a better place for people to live in...and others in Zaun have mocked him for it (apart for the firelights, they look up to him)

Scar kept telling him to find a partner because he's gonna grow old and lonely if he doesnt. Ekko ofc ignores this and thinks he doesnt need it when he's got his books.

Ekko is also responsible for adding flora in their community. His mom once owned a tiny garden she used to tend to. Ekko plants his mother's favorite flowers to honor both his parents. It was fairly easy to grow them since natural light shines in the community.

Jinx HCs

Silco bought a casual outfit and two dresses from piltover for Jinx, but she only wears one dress and out grew her casual outfit. She saves the other dress for when she leaves the tower (for good).

She altered her dress to fit her tastes; piltover fashion is bonkers she says.

He also brings her self-care products especially for her hair, but never buys her hair accessories...says its too tacky for her (and it reminds him too much of her mother lmao)

Jinx doesn't allow anyone to come near her (especially her hair) upon Silco's orders unless told otherwise. It's usually him or Sevika who brushes her hair.

When Silco is busy, he sends Sevika instead to tend to Jinx (much to each other's dismay). She doesn't like how rough Sevika is brushing her hair (though she's still careful because she gets paid)

The tower usually gets cold in the winter and people sometimes forget to send wood for her fireplace, so wraps up herself in her hair and several blankets so she wouldn't freeze. She's used to it and doesn't mention it to Silco despite him saying she can call to him whenever she needs something

One could guess that not heating up her tower in the winter is probably an experiment conducted by Singed indirectly to see if she can endure bitter cold all while Silco allows it and doesn't tell his daughter. It's one of the cruel ways to test her mutation.

Another way of testing her is having her live in a dark place; the tower is located within the dark forest where no light can reach it. Jinx's eyes became more adjusted in the dark that she can read three books with a small candle light or a neon light stick that barely illuminates the whole room.

Unbeknownst to them, her brilliant mind comes up with several ways to live (or survive) in the tower with what minimal tools she has.

Yes, she has a crossbow but prefers to use her custom-made pistol

Of course, she has nightmares: it often involves the voices in pain she has heard echoing below when there's "shimmer business" going on. Sometimes it about being abandoned by her father and being lied to. She gets the feeling that someone out there is finding her, but they have long abandoned her.

Her pet crow is mischievious as well as its smart; it often brings her materials she needed for her projects Silco asked her to do. It sometimes bring her trinkets she find cute and fascinating

She read about bugs that glow called "firelights" and wishes to see them herself. Shes fascinated that such creatures can glow and float around naturally (unlike the neon lights she sees workers use. She likes them, but she wanted to see what natural light is)

General HCs

When Ekko met Jinx in her tower while hiding, he thought he saw a ghost bc of her long hair and pale skin (and wearing white modest undergarments at that time-- she knocked him out before he can see full view lol)

Jinx was unconsciously transparent about being naive about the world and only knows a portion of it. Ekko couldn't bring himself to leave her in that tower alone now that she's old enough to explore the world.

The Deal: Jinx keeps the stone hidden until Ekko takes her outside and see firelights or whatever she wants. If he fails to do so, she'll tell on him and she gets to use the hexgem to power her weapon and destroy whatever her father tells her to.

After their deal, Ekko took Jinx to a local bar called "The Last Drop" in Zaun. It wasn't the same place he remembered, but he hopes they still serve the same menu there. The problem is Jinx recognized some of the men there who work for Silco lol

Ekko is weirded out by Jinx's hair length, but soon comes to appreciate it. When asked why she cant cut, she'll only answer her father doesn't want to

He thinks her hair color became even brighter when she was outside-- not to mention she's even more radiant than before :3

When Jinx was washing her hands, her sleeves were rolled up exposing syringe marks on her skin. Ekko gently asked Jinx about and she answered "father and this doctor wanted to keep my health in check" despite being fairly healthy. He's sensing something is very wrong

On their way to the Firelight sanctuary, Jinx marveled at the flowers and the light emitting from the sky above them. Ekko enjoys the smile on her face, even letting her pick flowers she likes as long as she doesnt destroy his work 🥲

Both of them got along pretty well seeing that they enjoy reading and tinkering (Scar even teased Ekko for bringing in a lady friend over)

Ekko presented Jinx the option to stay with him if she wants, seeing that she was much more happier here than being trapped in her tower for so long...maybe one day she'll consider breaking out of her own prison.

Been a while since I wrote something here. Had some personal life problems that hinder me from creating something + my works aren't as engaging as before (grateful to those who still appreciate them tho 💖)

Also dedicati g this to @starry-nights12 bc they've been feeding me so much TB content for the past few weeks now TvT 💖✨️

[sabrondabrainrot]

Sorry to keep rambling and yappingg away but this time i swear it's not about Sun for once. It's actually a genuine question, do people actually like Monty? I understand the purpose of Monty and actually like some of their plots I just can't stand the fact Monty feels so stagnant.

I find Monty's arc around saying Earth and wanting to make their relationship work actually really cute. So far I just see Monty genuinely trying to be a good partner to Earth and take her on dates and be open and honest but that very rarely happens. Monty ends up hiding a lot from her however Earth works as a great way for the audience to know Monty Moore intimately. One of the biggest deals for me is when we find out Monty's was crimes are actually just jokes and he they never did any of the unspeakable things!

Except they actually did? Monty wasn't joking about killing hobos etc. They weren't kidding when it came to scamming people and lying to make money. They aren't ever honest in their intentions. Monty goes against what people ask and want constantly.

The progress of the show so far paints Monty like a step forward giant leap back type. They want to do good things but I swear they've never done a genuine act of kindness.

Monty beat Foxy until Foxy forgot who he was. Then purposely kept the thing that could restore him away from foxy intention. Then intentionally didn't build Foxy a new body just after utterly wrecking Foxy's current one. Monty is trying to seemingly fix it but everything keeps stopping it from happening. Except, is what Monty doing a kindness or just their selfish guilt? Plus, don't forget how Monty constantly beats Foxy down.

Monty also NEVER listens to Puppet. They unfairly instigated solitary confinement against Puppet. Puppet herself always knows things she can't fully tell to Monty and despite earning so much of Monty's trust and proving over and over again she should be listened to, Monty still refuses to. I understand Puppet at times is hard to trust when she's being enigmatic but unfortunately Monty gets warned over and over again and just never listens.

Now there's the entire FC and Frank situation. Frank offered a solution that wouldn't be majorly altering a child's body through life risking surgery. Frank is another hard to trust enigma but when it comes to FC and Foxy, Frank has only ever been Foxy's biggest supporter. Instead, we got the surgery and altering route which worries me. If FC naturally burned off star power I think the kid would have been fine but now there's all these added variables with the core being in FC. It's super cool plot wise cause I can tell it's going to lead to something but also, why would Monty basically say their way or the highway?

LMAO I lied, talking about Sun and Moon for a moment. Monty is Old Moon's best friend but they're also the kind of friend who trash talks others to bond. Something he did a lot was compliment Moon by pointing out a problem in Sun first then pointing out a Moon trait he liked. But also on the same hand Sun confides quite a bit with Monty. He's asked Monty for help and Monty repays that with scams and punches. He recently, went out his way to randomly punch Sun in front of all the daycare kids and take FC from Sun's watch just to bring him to Foxy. And a lot of his violence is mainly towards Sun. He was ready to kill Sun for being a tiny bit more popular than him in that one ep when Sun almost took over the pizzallex's new official mascot.

I think Monty is only really kind to Lunar and Old Moon for some reason.. But I also find some of their interactions to be some of the best of Monty. Monty genuinely telling Old Moon to talk it out when Sun was hurting and wanting to kill Eclipse was amazing advice (it's not Monty's fault Moon sucks with words ) and just everything with Lunar? Monty I feel shines best in these instances.

I just get so conflicted when it comes to Monty. I at first laughed along with them. They were this really funny underdog type that was ride or die but as the series goes on i just realized Monty is so mean spirited.

I really don't understand why Earth gives them so many chances.

Like after seeing how New Moons start into the dark side went, I can for sure say I kind of blame Monty. I think New Moon shares most of the responsibilities of his actions however Monty basically forced New Moon's hand. New Moon after all did say "you were planning to kill me." And Monty was. Just to get Old Moon back. Sun went to Monty and Foxy for help with New Moon and despite Sun and current Moon helping them they both told Sun to kill him. They upset Sun to the point he ran off and they acted surprised he was hurt they wouldn't really help.

Puppet gave Sun an agonizing ultimatum but before he could really weigh his wants and needs of the family and ask his siblings Monty went and meddled which forced everyone's hands and ultimately led to Moon/Nexus desperately breaking out, Earth getting burned, Monty being destroyed again, Puppet getting exhausted, and ultimately that entire fiasco going all according to Dark Sun's keikaku.

Maybe I'm just not seeing the big picture? I honestly just don't think Monty is likable at this point and that's a big problem because they're a main part of the cast. They're supposed to be likable aren't they?

[youngbloodlisk]

parade day - enhypen bias x reader, fluff

the bias isn't actually in it all that much, but just like trust me lol

applicable for any enha member, no name stated, though if you feel it's a bit ooc for your member of choice to say certain things feel free to alter it a little in your own mind to make it fit better!

I shiver, feeling like an ice block from the inside out, despite the amount of layers on my body and the hot drink in my gloved hands.

I breathe out air warmer than my surroundings, granting me the appearance of a steam cloud coming from my mouth.

As I take a drink from my paper cup, I can't help but wonder to myself why Thanksgiving has to be in November. And why parades have to be outdoors. And why I had to be here so early in the morning just to stand here for hours.

Then, my phone buzzes in my pocket. Not just a generic vibration, but the custom vibration that he set for himself on my phone. 'So I always know it's him before I even look.'

⁃ how's the crowd

He's such an ass. He's currently inside, waiting for the staff to tell him to go out and board the float. Inside. He's inside. In the heat.

⁃ cold, dick. how's the nice warm heated building 🤩

⁃ lovely, thank you.

⁃ no but fr ur not too cold right? you have jackets on?

⁃ i can send someone to u with my jacket if u need it

⁃ did you get the drink u said u we're gonna get?

⁃ yes yes yes I have jackets I have my drink im fine lmao

He might be kind of an ass but he's so sweet.

⁃ ok good.

⁃ only a few hours!

⁃ after we pass by the main part you can leave baby

⁃ ik you said you were gonna wait around for me but you don't have to

⁃ I don't need you freezing your ass off

⁃ THAT would be tragic. r.i.p. ass

I can't help but roll my eyes.

⁃ you're such a perv

⁃ woah rude!

Instead of responding, I slide my phone back into my pocket. I don't really have anything else to say at the moment. If I tell him straight up that I WILL be waiting until the end of the parade for him, he'll just whine about how I don't have to.

And now I stand. And wait...

And I waited for about 5 hours. We had to be here at 4:30 in the morning, both for him to get where he needed to go with his members and for me to get an absolutely prime spot in the crowd. The parade didn't actually start until about 9:30.

It's not every day that your boyfriend performs in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Longest five hours of my life, but whatever. He better not mess up the choreography after all this shit or I'm gonna be pissed.

Not really, it would actually be pretty funny. But the point is- this is pretty exhausting. Especially since I'm here all by myself.

Other members have partners, but they either couldn't come out for the parade or they don't like me. Not kidding, they seriously just don't like me that much. But that's okay! I don't particularly like them either. Anyways, all that resulted in me being here alone, without anybody to talk to to pass time.

But whatever. Whatever! It's over. The agonizingly boring five hours is over, and the parade is finally starting.

The float I'm really here for is a few floats and balloons back, but the parade feels like it moves quickly, so it doesn't seem to take very long at all.

The big Baby Shark float approaches and I see him already trying to find me in the crowd.

"Excuse me, could my daughter stand in front of you? Just for this performance?" A woman asks from behind me. I look next to her and see a young girl, probably about 10 or 11, holding a picket with my boyfriend's face on it.

She looks like this is the best day of her life. She isn't even looking at me, like she doesn't even care if she has the best view of the group. Just being here and seeing them is enough to fill her with pure joy.

"Of course! Of course she can!"

"Oh, thank you so much." She prompts her daughter to move forward as I scoot back a bit to make room for her. "She loves these boys, she's been talking about it for days. Thank you."

"It's no problem at all." I turn my attention to the young girl. "Is he your favorite?" I point to her picket.

She nods, excitedly.

"He's so pretty."

"He really is. He's my favorite too."

I look up again, seeing that he's still trying to find me. I wave with all my might, willing him to spot me, and soon enough he does. As soon as I have his attention, I frantically point to the girl who is now holding her picket up and waving at him. He leans down a bit to indicate that he's changed his attention to her as he smiles, waves at her, and sends a hand heart in her direction.

She squeals and jumps up and down.

"He saw me!! He saw me!! Mama, he saw me!! He gave me a heart!"

The cute little girl continues to freak out, making me worry slightly that she might just explode, as the float stops and the guys climb down, getting ready to perform.

There was some benefit to getting here so early. The performances are all directly in front of me (and this little girl, who I feel some level of community with at the moment.)

The hosts finish up their introductory stuff about the float, the movie, and the group, and the Baby Shark music begins to play (soon transitioning into the Keep Swimmin' Through tune.)

I watch him intently, full of pride for him and his success with the group.

I know he can't entirely take this seriously. It's a song for a Baby Shark movie. It's not like it's the most serious of performances in the first place. But I also know that deep down he can't believe he's here either. He can't believe he's doing this. He'd probably agree to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star acapella if it meant he got to be in such a big event that few kpop groups have been in.

The group does a great job. Of course they do. None of them mess up the choreography, so I remain not pissed off. (Lol)

After the performance, they simply walk off next to the float, but my boyfriend makes sure to send a quick flying kiss to both me and the little Engene in front of me before leaving the main square.

"He saw me again!!" She squeals.

"That's great, honey!" Her mother says before whispering to me, "Do you know that boy or something? He seemed to know you?"

I laugh a bit.

"Yes, ma'am. He's my boyfriend."

"Oh my! Oh, you must be very proud of him."

"You have no idea."

The rest of the parade is uneventful, just nice entertainment.

When it ends, I say goodbye to the little Engene and her mom, and seek out a heated place as fast as possible. I'm finally able to find a store nearby that is both open and not too busy. I wait in that store until my boyfriend is released from his duties and able to text me where to find him.

When I finally do leave and find him, he hugs me tighter than usual and holds on longer than usual.

"Are you alright?" I ask, slightly concerned.

"So cold. You're so warm."

I laugh, though I understand. I have to pry him off of me, taking a second to kiss his cold lips.

"You guys did great. Was it fun?"

"Yeah, it was. Less fun though and more just... just a really crazy experience."

"I bet. Did you see a lot of Engenes throughout the parade?"

"Yeah! A lot more than I expected. They really showed out. That little girl in front of you was adorable."

"You're her bias, and I think your heart and kiss made her entire day. Month. Life, possibly."

"Well, I wouldn't have seen her and made her entire life if it wasn't for you."

He takes my hands and pulls me close to him, bringing his face near to mine.

"It really is all thanks to me, isn't it? Technically, maybe /I/ made her entire life. You were just the tool."

"Mhm, mhm. Sure..." He trails off, pressing his lips into mine in a much deeper way than the short kiss earlier.

I feel a warmth run through my body, like the warmth of his kiss is being injected into my veins.

He cuts it off suddenly, staying close enough for his lips to still brush against mine. We utter a sentence each before resuming the kiss.

"Thank you for coming and standing out in the cold just for me."

"Baby, I'm so proud of you."

[dexlabs]

Headcanon: Anodite Mandark

I'm going to make a bulletpoint thing because there's A LOT of stuff. This is a headcanon based on the Fusionfall Universe (of course DUH XP)

About his Parents:

Oceanbird is herself an anodite, arrived on Earth after hearing about it from Verdona, Ben and Gwen's grandmother;

She met Windbear in a secret USSR facility where he worked as head scientist studying alien life. She was captured right after arriving on Earth;

She convinced him to leave the job and follow her around to explore the world and he did, being fed up with all the atrocities he had to see in name of science;

Oceanbird completely fell in love with Earth and Windbear and decided to abandon her anodite form and live with him in Flowertopia.

Before the war:

Mandark doesn't know about his parents past and tbh doesn't really care about it;

His first encouter with magic was because of science, when he used an old jewel case (the one from Mandarker) from his mother to build an interdimentional portal. It just happened that that particular jewel case was infused with magic, so the portal directly opened into Legerdomain;

Unlike in the cartoon, here he actually met someone else who taught him about magic and its powers and how they could be used to rule the world. That someone was actually Charmcaster;

She lied about her name to him (called herself Jojo) but decided to reveal him some secrets since she felt he had something more and evil deep inside and she was actually impressed he managed to get there in first place;

Charmcaster also made a deal with him: once he would be older and in complete control of his powers, he would join her side and become loyal to her. He accepted, knowing too well somehow that that was never going to happen (and it didn't... for now);

Just to be sure, Charmcaster altered his memory so he wouldn't remember about visiting Legerdomain.

Even with this new knowledge, he was still more interested in science, and didn't use the book too much;

He can actually read minds as shown in Dexter's Rival, that's the first sign of his powers awakening, even if he didn't realize it at first;

He used the book again at the science fair to get Dexter, summoning a monster he actually believed to be the Jojo he met years before;

He decided to let go of magic completely because he wanted to get Dexter using science only. He also started hating it because Dexter did.

During the war:

We have an actual mission from him called "Mag-ICK" where you need to investigate magic readings around Steam Alley. Even if you find the Wishing Skull, Mandark tells you to "Stick with science and avoid magic at all costs. It's for losers!" Which tells us that, again, he DOES know magic exists. He just hates it. Honestly this mission is what started this whole mess you're reading lmao. Anyway:

Here we go with my favourite dynamic coming from this headcanon, which is Gwen and Mandark interaction;

Somehow (gotta work on this tbh) Gwen gets to know that Mandark owns a book about magic, and asks a recruit to go get it from him so she can study it;

Mandark actually forgot he had that book, but asks the recruit to go search his old lab for it;

The book is found and Gwen gets it, and immediately knows Charmcaster had something to do with it, so she asks Mandark to get to her on Pimpleback Mountains so they can discuss about it;

Mandark is against the idea, claiming the book is only "a mistake his younger self used when he didn't know better";

Gwen manages to convince him, so they meet at her station to talk about it;

The girl is disappointed he can't remember how he got it, but also realizes Charmcaster might have altered his memory, so she tries to detect magic around him and almost has an heart attack finding out he has MORE than she expected;

She immediately feels he is an anodite and that his powers are right there, ready to pop out anytime, but he keeps repeating it is impossible because his parents are just normal humans;

Gwen manages to convince him to try something, and with ease manages to have him form a mana energy ball in his hand;

She's excited about it but Mandark just freaks out and she has to calm him down. She actually explains him how mana works and they end up talking the whole night, not only about mana and magic, but about the universe, science, the war, dreams and fears. The next day Mandark goes back to Tech Square being... actually happy. Not about magic itself, he still doesn't want to use it. But that he actually found a... new friend. His very first friend.

Mandark makes her promise not to tell anyone about magic powers or the fact he is an alien magic being, because he wants to first study the thing himself and find out where this could come from;

Because of the war he doesn't have time or resources to investigate it, so it's a thing that's gonna come back when the war is over.

The rest of the headcanons come from my other "5 years after the war" headcanon, where Mandark starts a long journey to understand and accept himself completely and finally be happy with who he is.

Let me know what you think!