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kafus · 6 months

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there is a LOT i could say about HZ044 but since i'm biased i'm going to talk about something to do with dot again for right now

now obviously dot kicked ass this episode and that's awesome but i'm emotional because she finally got to take on spinel (or well, something he made anyway) head-on and succeed.

in HZ015, when liko gets her memories wiped, her desire to find and save liko is what gets her out of her room for the first major time in the show, which is great! but while the gurumin & iono collab livestream is what causes the domino effect that leads to liko gaining her memories back, ultimately liko recovers her memories on her own. and then in HZ016, dot gets cornered by spinel and her only option to save herself is to shoot off an SOS signal with quaxly's water gun and hope that liko and roy see it. once they're there, they fight together, but dot is definitely not strong enough to take that on by herself yet. she walks away from the events of those episodes feeling awful about falling for the targeted misinformation and putting liko in even more danger, and this follows her for a long time, too:

not only is she incredibly angry with herself at the time, but 12 episodes later in HZ027 she once again self-deprecates and expresses anger towards herself for messing up - interestingly she mentions that she put liko in danger before despite the events of HZ027 not really being all that serious, and it's pretty obvious that HZ015/016 are Haunting Her and a source of insecurity (they're surrounded by the rest of the RVT and she was just supposedly meeting up with someone for information about rayquaza)

of course at the end of HZ027 she has that gay peptalk with liko where liko reassures her she's doing a good job,

and that seems to help quite a bit with her confidence moving forward! but even so she never really got to "settle the score" in any way. you can tell from how dot talks about spinel being mentioned that she still holds a lot of resentment towards him for endangering liko - she talks about him with a sense of bitterness that isn't present for the rest of the crew

HZ015, after finding out that spinel probably erased liko's memories with his beheeyem:

and HZ044, after getting the opportunity to maybe assist with stopping spinel's plans:

the insults and the sentiment of never forgiving - even now after all her growth she fucking hates this guy and what he did to liko, and now she's determined to make up for it. and unlike before when she was getting aimlessly mad at herself and needed liko to pick her up and reassure her, now she was actually able to make a plan and follow through and it works out - she succeeded at doing what she set out to do and wasn't led astray.

murdock is in tears and worried but he recognizes his niece's confidence and chooses to trust her (something i'm still really emotional about after all of dot's growth in recent episodes)

and again, she fucking does it! she destroys the machine that spinel made to call and weaken rayquaza by her own hand with software she wrote herself

and at the end of it all she gets a moment to see liko's face and hear her voice approving her after she succeeds, and uh. well

yeah suffice to say she's happy about it but flustered about showing it. this is not how you look at a girl you don't have a crush on lmfao

anyway shit hits the fan shortly after but that's not her fault and she did successfully stop rayquaza from being captured by the explorers and potentially causing more mayhem or damage to the RVT and liko. and she gets that recognition from liko herself at the end. iconic of her it's crazy how far she has come

#less formal post #i have a headache but if i didnt get my thoughts out abt this i'd go nuts #anipoke #pokemon horizons #likodot #dotliko #guruminshipping #this belongs in those tags i think #i mean this is shipping thoughts to me partially #pokeani #pokemon horizons spoilers #anipoke spoilers #long post #horizons #kiki was here #kiki.txt

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skores · 8 months

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How painful would a Spring lock failure actually be?

Well according to the books it would be a “slow and painful death” however let’s take a more in depth look into it. Firstly how do you trigger the Spring locks? As most of you know water (as seen in the Bite of 83) and sudden movements (Stated by Charlie to Carlton in Silver Eyes) making the Spring Bonnie suit extremely dangerous and fatal by default if your not careful you WILL die.

What happened to William Afton exactly? He basically triggered the Spring locks due to rain leaking from the ceiling in an attempt to hide from the dead souls he had killed and didn’t notice until it was too late. The Spring Bonnie suit was now going into Animatronic mode which is why the Spring locks are going off due to the rain.

Now the big question is how painful is it? Let’s look at the target points of the Spring locks and determine where they are going into the body. According to a picture from the Silver Eyes book we can see David Miller (Book version of William Afton) having scars all over the majority of his body EXCEPT most of his head which is really important as that’s where the brain is. It’s even depicted in the games as on ScrapTrap his head and part of his brain is still visible and relatively undamaged.

Why is that important you may ask? Well when humans sustain injury it sends pain signals to the brain meaning if the users brain is intact they can still register all the pain administered by the Spring locks as they each slowly go of one by one into different parts of the body. If it isn’t already obvious than this would be EXCRUCIATINGLY painful.

Once the Spring locks start to go off the endoskeleton would start going into the users body completely shattering your arms and legs due to the extreme pressure. It would start of from the femur than domino effect to the pelvis and than to the lower abdomen. Now the Spring locks will start piercing through the users liver and stomach and then will move to the upper torso causing a spontaneous pneumothorax (lung collapse) as it starts filling with the users blood. The users scream will be cut of once the Spring locks go of on the neck severing the vocal cords and jugular causing the body to go limp as the user tries to scream however only gurgling sounds are heard as they start suffocating in their own blood. Spring Bonnie will also replace the users eyes with its own rendering them blind as the user eventually dies of blood lose or drowning in their own blood. UNLESS YOUR WILLIAM AFTON BECAUSE THAT MF KEEPS COMING BACK.

Another little fact is that the reason SpringTrap/William is so easy to trick with the sound of children is because of Spring Bonnie’s programming as William isn’t in full control here. Spring Bonnie is programmed to follow the sound of children and since it’s in Animatronic mode it’s forcing William to comply since he’s basically stuck inside it.

So to answer your question YES it would be unimaginably painful to die by Spring lock failure. (Purple Guy definitely deserved it tho)

#Fnaf #five nights at freddys #springtrap #william afton #david miller #scraptrap #spring bonnie #animatronic #springlock failure #springlock suit #springlock #How painful the springlock failure REALLY was #Big thanks if you read this all!#Skores stupid insights

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novashelby · 22 days

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Stay Out of Pubs~ A Tommy Shelby Drabble

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: blood, fighting

Word Count: 815

Summary: Request. When a young woman gets in the crossfire of a pub fight, who is going to help her?

All great pubs and all shite pubs had one thing in common: fights. The Garrison was no different. Get a little liquor into men and the senses are out of whack. One person says one thing and another doesn’t like it, next thing you know, one throws a punch. It’s a domino effect. People who weren’t even involved were throwing punches. Tommy Shelby enjoyed a round or two when he was younger, but as he got older, he rather kept things as business.

When a fight broke out, escalating to a whole pub fight, Tommy allowed it to go on for a few moments until he heard a small cry in the midst of all the cursing and thrashing. It was a high pitched, feminine cry. Nothing that should have been in the middle of a fight. He quickly stood up and shouted, “enough!” The fight continued, men too deep in their drunken haze. He yelled once more, “stop your fookin’ fightin’!” Cursing, punched the wooden table before digging his gun out of his pocket. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ….” He raised his revolver, clicking a bullet into the chamber. With one angry shot, he yelled, “ENOUGH!”

The whole pub froze. Men slowly lowered their fists and resumed respectable positions, turning to Tommy. Upset, he walked over to the lot of them, looking over their disheveled appearances. His eyes scrutinized the shirt buttons on the ground and broken glasses. Chairs and tables were flipped upside down. “Sorry, Tom,” a few of them said, but he wasn’t accepting it. Not when a woman is in the middle somewhere.

“Clean it up,” he told them, pushing some aside until he found the source of the crying. There she was, under a broken table, holding her nose. Blood was pouring down, decorating her white blouse. Tommy stood over her, glaring down. “What are you doing here?”

She was taken aback by his harshness, but hadn’t any strength to challenge him. “My car broke down-”

“And so you’ve come to a pub?” he asked, unimpressed, hand motioning to her surroundings. When she explained that there would maybe be a man that could help her, he said, “these men can’t even properly walk home, nevermind fix your car…give me your hand.” He reached out his hand to meet hers and help her up with one pull. “C’mon,” he said, having her lean on him to hold her weight. “I’ll bring you in the back…help you with bleeding.” Tommy didn’t want to tell her, but her nose was definitely broken…slanted…pressed against her cheek. He’d have to put it back into place.

After pushing through the two wooden doors, he laid her down on the couch, kneeling at her side. “Is it bad?” she asked, and he answered with a simple look as he got out a white handkerchief to wipe away some of the blood.

“Close your eyes,” he said with no explanation.

Hesitantly, she sat up on her elbows, giving him a quizzical look. “Why?” she asked slowly. But he wasn’t about to entertain a plethora of questions that he had no time or interest for. He clamped her nose between his two forefingers and quickly turned it back into place. When she initially felt the cracking pain, she screamed out, “fuck!” Whimpering and shaking, she pulled away, holding her nose. Tears hung at her eyes, falling down her cheeks. “What was that for?”

Tommy got up and walked to the sink basin to soak the white cloth. A pink steam swirled down the drain as he rang it out. Looking behind him, he said, “cause I think women look nicer with their noses in place-”

“Hurt like a bitch,” she interrupted, going to stand up but he demanded she lay back down. And she wasn’t about to argue with him because when she attempted to stand, she felt dizzy. Laying back down, she closed her eyes to block out the light. “All I wanted was a man to look at my car-”

“Well,” he chuckled, coming back to her side to dab the wet cloth around her nose. Some blood had already started to dry into a dark brown. “Pub isn’t really the place to go lookin’.”

“And where else would you have suggested at this time?”

Tommy paused, looking at her. “I would have suggested a young woman not to be out this late by herself.”

That made her scoff. “And what year is it?”

“Has nothing to do with that,” he said. “Now, tomorrow I’ll help you get a mechanic-”

“Tomorrow!?” She panicked, sitting up, wincing and cursing.

He nodded. “I’ll bring you home and give you a place to rest…keep an eye on you.”

“And?” she pressed not believing he’d be that honest.

“And when I get your car fixed,” he started, tapping her cheek with a smirk. “Maybe you’ll thank me and stay out of pubs. Eh?”

#peaky blinders #fanfiction #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby #fanfic #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic #drabble

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marie-miele · 6 months

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"Get yourselves suited up and meet me at Training Ground Beta!"

"Yes, sir!"

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Everyone was raving about their costumes as they all walked around you in the locker room as you stood there staring at yourself in the full-length mirror; dissecting everything about your suit. You had forgotten what you'd even requested in your quirk registration form, and welp, this is what you got;

A black long-sleeved bodysuit with openings in the sleeves that stopped at your crotch and showed off way too much hip for your liking, black thigh highs with cut-outs along the sides, a black shawl, and of course some nice thick combat boots. It could be better; could also be worse. Either way, you were satisfied with how it looked and were excited to test out its mobility.

With one final glance at yourself, you made your way down to Ground Beta.

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"They say that clothes make the pros, young ladies and gentlemen and, behold, you are the proof!" All Might spoke with a booming voice.

All of class 1-A walked out of the tunneled hallway in their new and shiny costumes as All Might continued with a smile plastered across his face; "Take this to heart. From now on you're all heroes in training."

Your eyes were observing all of your classmate's costumes, you thought most of the suits fit them very well and how others stood out; like some green gauntlets, how flashy you grinned. But to your obliviousness, the boy wearing them was glancing back at you. His crimson eyes were locked on you in a soft gaze. He tried to look away but every time you fixed your stance his eyes would dart back to you.

With his hands placed on his hips, the pro hero asked; "Shall we get started you bunch of newbies?"

And with that, you began.

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All Might started with discussing combat training and how it would work going on to tell us that we would be fighting indoors against each other in groups of good guys and bad guys.

"Isn't this a little advanced?" Tsu interjected. Which caused a domino effect.

Momo was quick to ask if the pro would be deciding who won the matches.

"How much can we hurt the other team?" Everyone standing near blankly stared at Bakugo as soon as the words left his mouth.

A few more students voiced their concerns when All Might growled about not finishing what he was saying.

"Listen up!" He commanded. He explained the rules of the upcoming matches; The 'heroes' have to stop the 'villains' from setting off a nuclear bomb by either catching the bad guys are recovering their weapon and vice versa.

After his brief commentary, he began drawing two cards at a time from a box of all the student's names. Pulling out the pairs; we were then placed in lettered teams. Finally pulling your card you were team E and your teammate was Mina, thankfully you liked her enough. Once All Might was done announcing the pairs, he reached into two more boxes putting one hand into each box to pull out lettered balls to show who would be starting the training.

"I declare that the first teams to fight will be...THESE GUYS!" He shouts while holding the black and white balls above his head. D and A; Bakugo and Iida were the 'villains' while Ochako and...Midoryia were the 'heroes'.

"The perfect match" you mumbled to yourself. You could imagine exactly how this would play out. The thought made you rather nervous.

You and the rest of the students were instructed to go to the monitor room to watch the match, doing as you were told you made your way there reasoning to yourself that Midoryia would be fine and Bakugo definitely wouldn't go overboard, right? As you walked you couldn't help but look back; only to see the two boys having a stair off, Midoryia looked timid as Bakugo snarled at him.

Kirishima noticed your tensed face as he walked next to you. Even though the two of you never spoke to one another he tried his best to reassure you everything would be fine.

Right.

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Your eyes made their way to the dark monitors as you entered the room. Quickly you found a good place to stand until the match started.

...

As all the monitors lit up showing off the training grounds All Might called the beginning of the match through an intercom system.

Not even three minutes into the match Bakugo went straight for Midoryia with a sneak attack. Thankfully Midoryia dodged him and was even managing to fight back, tossing the blonde over his shoulder. Unfortunately, his mask was partially destroyed during the small explosion Bakugo caused.

Carefully inspecting the screens you watched as Bakugo was getting angrier by the second. Bakugo had sent off a large explosion after the five-minute mark causing Midoryia to go flying backwards.

"Sir, isn't this getting out of hand? That Bakugo is acting real crazy. He's gonna kill him!" Kirishima petitioned. But All Might disagreed with the red-haired boy standing next to you.

As the fight went on students began commenting on how hard it was to watch, and they were right. It was tough, but Midoryia wasn't giving up-

"He's running away!" Mina said gravely

"Not very manly," Kirishima had countered making you give him a side glance, but he also acknowledged "but he doesn't have a choice. He's outgunned."

"Unless he has a plan." you retorted, feeling confident. You've known him since childhood, and you know that he always has something up his sleeve. It's just a matter of time before he unveils it. Your eyes followed him across the screen when- the building was shaking

Midoryia punched a burst of air up toward the ceiling causing more damage to the building than Bakugo had caused previously.

In the end, the 'heroes' won the match.

With everyone back in a group All Might began reviewing the match, but you weren't listening; instead, you watched Bakugos rising shoulders tremor each time he took a breath. His head was low so you couldn't see his face, but you knew what it would look like right now.

Your attention was brought back when All Might announced the start of the next match.

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The next match was between teams B and I; The 'hero' team included Shoji and Todoroki meanwhile the other team; Hagahure and Ojro were the 'villains'. Unfortunately for the 'villains' the match was over in seconds as Todoroki had frozen the entire building.

In the monitor room, most of your classmates were huddled close to the pro hero; his large size distributed a large amount of body heat, but you stood away from everyone as did Bakugo; he looked so unnerved. You wanted to check on him but now wasn't the time you thought; he would have an outburst from being embarrassed in front of future heroes. So instead, you paced around while rubbing your arms attempting to stay warm. You figured now would be the best time to strategize a good plan for your match.

At the end of the match, All Might announced that the heroes had once again. Mostly due to Todorokis quirk; he was one of the kids who had been recommended to UA like you had been. You knew what his quirk was like, but you didn't know he had two of them. He didn't use his heat side during the entrance exams.

As the students complimented Todoroki on being so good, Bakugo became even more irritated.

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After a few more matches had passed it was finally your turn.

"The next round up is~" All Might announced drawing out his word. " Team F the 'villains'; Kods and Sato, and Team E the 'heroes'; Mina and Y/N! You have fifteen minutes to complete the 'mission'."

And with that; the match started.

You and Mina were instantly on the move, keeping quiet in case Sato or Koda were in the halls you began going over a plan with your teammate.

She then brought up how it was unfair that both of you were going up against guys who were much bigger than you. her whining had caused you to laugh.

"Y/N were gonna have to fight a guy who can't even tie his shoes" She wailed sarcastically.

"Well, at least he won't capture us. Can't tie a rope either.

Continuing on you began going over the plan once again and adding some new ideas here and there.

"Distract them?" The pink girl questioned.

"Yeah," You clarified while peeking around a corner. "I'll get their attention so you can sneak around and get the weapon."

As the two of you ventured up a flight of stairs Mina asked "Awhh but why can't we just stick together and take them out?!"

"If we did that then you'd be affected by my quirk" You explained

As you said that Mina had stopped on the step above you "Y/N? What even is your quirk? You never showed it off during the quirk assessment..."

"It's...complicated" You stated quickly brushing past her.

"Hm.." The girl followed suit.

It had now hit the ten-minute mark once you had figured out what floor the 'villains' were on.

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Bakugos perspective:

The blonde boy was still moping over his loss to Deku; weak useless Deku who he could beat any day. Just not today, he was so in his head that he never realized you had left for your match until Mineta had shouted out, Bakugo wasn't dealing with this so as he opened his mouth to yell at the small boy Kaminari jumped in;

"What is she doing!?"

Bakugos eyes shot to the monitor; squinting at the screen he then realized it was you he was watching now. Gas was pooling out of you in think waves, watching you brought him back to the day you had disappeared. He didn't quite understand your quirk, but he was certain he was gonna figure it out.

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Prior: Your perspective.

You were once again going over the plan with Mina, with only four minutes left you knew you had to rush this.

"Ready?" You prompted

"You bet."

"Don't forget to cover your mouse and nose, okay? Don't inhale unless you have to." You said picking up a bucket and sneaking up to the corner before the open room where the two boys stood guard.

With one last nod to each other, the plan was in motion with only a few minutes remaining. Mina quickly made her way to the other side of the room, using her quirk to melt the walls and sneak by unnoticed. Deliberately you dropped the bucket causing a loud bang to echo through the halls; simultaneously you activated your quirk after taking a deep breath.

You could hear heavy footsteps approaching, hoping for it to be Koda; you knew he'd be much easier to take out than Sato. They were both bigger than you but Sato's quirk was strength, which you didn't have an upper hand or advantage compared to him.

And you were right, a quick broad hand grabbed your arm and flung you around the corner and into the open space. The force of the impact made you wheeze as you lost your breath, which ultimately led you to do something you planned on not doing. You took a breath in.

"Got you." Sato said with a smug grin pulling out the capture ropes each group was given.

With an appalling grin shot back at the boy you abruptly brought your free hand and covered his mouth and nose realising gas right as he took a breath in from panicked reflexes. He retracted his face from your soft palm to let out a reverberating cough and in doing so he closed his grip on your restrained hand. Taking your chance you escaped his grip. People like him were hard to frighten with only a small amount of gas, unlike Koda who was already frozen with fear Sato kept strong trying to keep you down. So your only choice was to rapidly release gas from all the openings your hero costume had as you made your way towards the middle of the room only to be tripped by Sato grabbing your ankle. You tried to kick him off but he kept regaining his grip. Falling back down into your gas wasn't good at all, you tried to hold your breath after getting the wind knocked out of you but it wasn't working, you had to breathe again.

He was yelling out in fear "I can't make it stop! I need to get out of here, I need help, please help me!" Trying to fight him off was exhausting.

You were beginning to inhale a hefty amount of gas, you were begging to panic like the boy attached to you led. Kicking him one last time you called for Mina. She managed to create a hold in the wall close to the weapon while you were busy on the floor. In one swift motion, she jumped out of the wall and slid toward the weapon using her acid. Kota's eyes trailed after her but he didn't even budge.

Close...Closer! Her fingers were so-

Berrr!

As Mina approached the weapon, we could feel the adrenaline pumping through our veins. We had worked tirelessly for this. We were determined to succeed, and victory was within Mina's grasp. We could see the weapon, glinting in the dim light, just a few feet away.

Our hearts were pounding as she lunged forward to grab it, but suddenly, we heard the sound of the timer ringing. Time had run out, and we had failed. The disappointment and frustration hit us like a ton of bricks. We were so close to achieving our goal, yet it had slipped away from us in a matter of seconds.

She stood there, stunned and deflated, trying to process what had just happened with her hands still on the weapon. We knew we had given it our all, but it wasn't enough. She looked at me lying on the floor, when panic crossed her face. She forgot to cover her face.

Then, chaos ensued.

All Might was aware of your situation with your quirk and Aizawa, in preparation they had a plan set up for cases like this. All Might was quick to turn off the monitors and notified the nurse robots that they were needed.

You were being escorted out on gurneys along with your three other classmates when you spotted Aizawa waiting outside the building wearing a facemask. He deactivated your quirk as you were still releasing some gas from your body. Staring at his covered face you could feel the lightbulb in your head turn on.

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Bakugos perspective:

"That's a wrap! Super work. You really stepped up to the plate. And, we didn't have any major injuries, except for Midoriya." All Might said "You should be proud! Excellent first day of training!" The pro hero was grinning at us that we were his kids.

Bakugo couldn't care less, he wasn't proud at all. And seeing you covered in bruises didn't help his mood either. He wasn't worried about you of course, why would he be?; except he was, you weren't the little girl who followed him around and relied on him to protect you anymore. No, you were grown, and strong.

"It's nice to hear some encouraging words after our homeroom class. Mr.Aizawa was kind of a buzzkill" Tsu said.

Still, seeing you wince in pain just from laughing made his stomach churn; he hated this feeling.

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Your perspective:

After all of the training matches, we were excused to go to our afternoon classes. Once those were finished we all went back to our homeroom and everyone began chatting.

The first thing you did was go to your seat and pull out your notebook and a pen. You started to jot down ideas for costume improvements when Mina came up to you. You moved from topic to topic, she was an easy girl to talk to.

"Hey Mina, when you slid on your acid earlier, how did you get it under your feet so fast?" You asked with pure curiosity.

"Oh!" She exclaimed as she lifted her leg to show the soles of her shoes. "They have holes in the bottom of them so when I activate my quirk it just goes right through." She was smiling so brightly telling you about them until you both turned your heads to the sound of Mineta oogling over the pink girl. Thankfully Jiro jabbed the small boy with her earjacks. Thirty minutes had gone by and you had successfully met everyone in your class and were properly able to apologize to Sato and Koda.

You had decided it was time to leave as it was getting late but on your way out you passed Midoriya. "Hey, I'm glad to see you doing okay." You smiled softly at the battered and bruised boy as you continued on.

Yet just a few moments later the boy was now passing you sprinting down the hallway.

As you stepped outside the first thing you heard was shouting and knew exactly who it was.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Enjoy that win, Deku. You won't get another!"

You watched as Bakugo stomped past the school gates, he's was crying...Shifting your gaze to Midoriya and moving to the other side of the bush you were hiding behind. Then as soon as you were about to come out of hiding All Might came dashing out of nowhere.

You were gonna be stuck here forever you sighed.

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You were leisurely walking down the sidewalk, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling city. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the urban landscape. As you strolled along, you found yourself drawn to a small park nestled in the heart of the city. The park was a serene oasis amidst the chaos of the city, with tall trees providing shade and rows of swings lining the far end of the park. You couldn't help but feel a sense of childlike joy at the sight of the swings. And then you saw him in the middle of it all: Bakugo. He sat slouched on a swing.

As you approached the swings, you moved with care, taking soft and gentle steps. You didn't want to startle the blonde who was lost in thought. You placed your bag on the ground and walked over to him, your heart reaching out to him. You sat down on the swing next to him, feeling the cool metal chains of the swing against your palms.

"There are eight other swings and choose the one next to me?!" He growled without even acknowledging who you were.

You watched him for a few moments, trying to gauge his mood, before speaking to him softly.

"Suki..." You spoke softly to him.

The gentleness of your familiar voice made him raise his gaze to yours; the whites on his crimson eyes were a light red and his mouth was ajar. Which had confirmed the fact he was crying. You'd never seen him upset before, not even when you were small children.

You lifted your hand towards Bakugos face to wipe away his tear-stained eyes, but he abruptly swatted your hand away, insisting he didn't need your help.

His pride and independence were palpable as he struggled to maintain his tough exterior, pushing you away despite the vulnerability that seeped through his tough facade. It was a stark reminder of his reluctance to show weakness and accept help, even in moments of emotional turmoil.

Standing up with a sigh you slung your bag over your shoulder. You stood in front of the sitting boy causing him to look up at you.

Reminding him carefully you stated that "You don't always need to be the strongest, y'know?"

He was so enamored with how you looked right now he didnt have time to process you whipping away the rest of your tears with the soft, gently swips of your finger pads. You were assuring him he wouldn't melt if he'd just let her help in the first place.

But he knows that's not true, he could feel himself slowly melting for the girl in front of him.

He hated this feeling.

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Authors note:

ouuu were getting things started!!!!

hope you enjoyed this one!

@confused-smol-fan @reads-stuff-quietly

#bnha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #mha x reader #my hero academia #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #fanfic #mha

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I love Aegon and will be the first to point out Viserys' poor fatherhood but... what Aegon did was foolish regardless of his good intentions. If he wanted to make Jace happy and take her to visit her dragon, then he had to do the right thing and take knights with them, and not just Aemond. What would have happened if instead of a bunch of peasants it had been people like the tyroshi??

Aemond could have lost his eye or worse, the girls could have been badly hurt, i know Aemond is good with the sword but not invincible and Aegon is decent at best and both were outnumbered. This could have ended very badly and the only one to blame would have been Aegon, he can't continue to hide behind his bad childhood. Was Viserys a bad father? Yes, but Aegon is no longer a child and he definitely wasn't the only son of the king who grew up practically alienated and he's definitely not the only person in the seven kingdoms who grew up with a neglectful father(?)

Aegon is a grown ass man now, he has a wife and will soon have a child and one day be the king, he is expected to do better and must be held accountable for his actions. I love how you write him but this time I think Aegon was punished fairly 💔 maybe this will help him mature and think that his actions have consequences. You can't always get away with it just because you're a prince and use the "daddy didn't love me enough" card every time you mess it up

This is one of those sequences which makes sense from Aegon’s POV, as a privileged 18yo prince whose number one priority is trying to make a girl fall in love with him. There’s no Tyroshi kidnapping ring in this universe (maybe Aegon’s absence from the Stepstones had a domino effect), so unlike in The Golds, Aegon doesn’t perceive a lot of danger. He’s been to the city alone thousands of times, it’s fine! And if somebody is still trying to slip moon tea to Jace, they’re not expecting her to spontaneously frolic around the city. He’s very caught up in the romance of taking his wife out for a night on the town, a la Aladdin’s Whole New World.

(I actually did consider having Aemond get into a fight that causes him to lose an eye, but I just made him lose an eye in Compromise so it felt like too much.)

Aegon knew he would probably get punished if he was caught. But he was expecting something more like “you have to forgo XYZ privileges” or “go assist the Small Council members in their duties so you learn some responsibility.” Nobody expected Viserys to go nuclear and send Aegon (and Aemond) to Dorne, which is very anti-Targ and anti-dragon, on an investigation that has low odds of success.

And it’s not very fair to Jace either, since it’s likely that Aegon is going to miss the rest of the pregnancy and childbirth. :(

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the transcript for 615 isn't out yet so my sleuthing abilities are somewhat limited but i cannot believe how heavyhanded they were last night! about not only the running theme of eddie & time, but also the running theme of buck & luck.

we clocked (ha) the eddie & time theme awhile back, but if you rewatch s5&s6, there's a running theme of luck, too, and it's centered squarely around buck. it's a little quieter, sure, but it's absolutely there.

something about the way that eddie's root traumas all stem from the pressure he was under, this persistent pressure to grow up faster than he should have. an hourglass turned over and the sand running out, minutes and seconds falling grain by grain from cradle to grave. man of the house by age twelve, a husband and father and soldier by nineteen, a widow by twenty six. he's lived a remarkable amount of life in a remarkably short time, if you think about it. but he never had the time or the chance to point his life in a new direction, stuck on a set of predetermined tracks and speeding milestone to milestone through a life of inevitable conclusions and preset outcomes he never had the chance to choose, living his life for others instead of for himself, feeling like he's running out of time, like his window of opportunity to live authentically for himself is slipping out of reach. he's spent his whole life racing the clock, really- can i just get a little damn time?

something about the way that buck's root traumas all stem from this tumbling domino effect of misfortune, one stroke of horrible, tragic, no-good luck after another. daniel's leukemia, strike one. neither maddie nor margaret nor phillip being a match, one helluva strike two. baby buck's bone marrow graft, just...not taking, despite everything? strike three. he was born to be a 'miracle baby.' but that's the funny thing about miracles, isn't it? when you try to engineer them, all the luck runs out. so he grew up unlucky in love, unlucky in friends, unlucky in family. feeling, rightly or wrongly, like he was always the odd man out, always the one being left, always the one clinging to whatever good, bright, shiny, lucky little thing he can find, forever trying to make sense of his place in this world. of course he feels like he cheated death- in a sick, sad, tragic way, he was essentially born in a desperate attempt to cheat the looming spectre of daniel's. (of course it's understandable that parents will do anything in their power to save their child, of course the buckley parents should have gone about it better, these two things can coexist). when your life so far has been a series of unfortunate events, of course you're going to spend it chasing down every opportunity you see through your rose colored glasses to try and change that luck- even if it's too good to be true. even when the universe is screaming at you. even with a million red flags waving in the Santa Ana winds. it's a run of bad luck, but it'll turn around tomorrow. // feels like the bracelet didn't change her luck, it just made the bad luck more apocalyptic.

something about one in a million chances. something about beating the odds, surviving despite it all. something about the way that the tsunami AND the shooting AND the lighting strike are all the definition of simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

something about jinxes, and curses, and dumb luck. 'cause what is fate, anyway, if not time and luck intertwined?

now feels like a good time to remind ourselves of the last words buck and eddie exchanged before the shooting. before the moment where everything changed.

eddie: should have gotten here sooner.

buck: nah, that kid's just lucky to have met you.

something about all those funny little sayings we have about love - right person, wrong time (abby?). right time, wrong person (ali?). wrong person, wrong time (taylor?).

(only took three tries to get it right.)

and then maybe, finally, when the timing is right, if you get a little lucky-

right time, right person. and so much love.

#eddie's time and buck's luck. it's a theme! i'm telling you! it is! and we don't talk about it enough!#911 #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz

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Chapter 12

Chap 1 Chap 2 Chap 3 Chap 4 Chap 5 Chap 6 Chap 7 Chap 8 Chap 9 Chap 10 Chap 11 on Ao3

Day 12: PIRTAOR = airport

It starts like dominoes. Just one tiny tip and all Kurt can do is stand back and watch the momentum of cause and effect ripple outward until there’s nothing left. And he hates that he’s somehow not even surprised. Another chapter in the life of Kurt Hummel.

The restaurant lets him go. They love him and he’s welcome back if he can commit to a full schedule, but it’s not really fair to let Kurt claim the prime tips of the Saturday night shift when he keeps cutting the rest of his hours. It stings, but he understands. Elliott’s paying him now and if he can continue to sell his work, he should be okay. Probably.

But then Elliott starts talking about possibly moving in with Sebastian and to say Kurt’s stunned is putting it mildly. When did that happen? Things had seemed to be going well as far as Kurt could tell, but Elliott didn’t talk about it all that much and now suddenly this? It’s not definite – not yet – but Kurt’s just lost his primary source of income and now he may be looking for a roommate or an apartment in the near future and he cannot live with Chandler and what the hell am I going to do now just runs around and around in his head until he’s claustrophobic with it.

So he’s in a bad enough place on the August morning when he hears Elliott’s voice rumble through his bedroom walls as he’s trying to motivate himself to get out of bed. He can tell that Elliott’s pacing like a caged tiger around his own room because his voice keeps rising and falling and Kurt wonders crazily if the feeling that’s growing in his gut is just seasickness.

“ –can’t do this to us right now … any way we can get a little time to – “ Elliott sounds panicked and angry, which are not things Kurt expects of Elliott. And it’s like his mood seeps under the door cracks, because Kurt definitely can’t lie in bed for another second. He’s jittery and agitated and he doesn’t have any idea what’s going on. He goes to the kitchen and pours himself a cup of coffee and fidgets with things on the counter that are slightly out of place and finally washes the stray dishes sitting in the sink. At least the running water drowns out the sound of Elliott’s shaken voice.

Kurt actually thinks he’s going to vomit by the time Elliott emerges from his bedroom, phone clutched listlessly in his left hand and two bright spots of color heating his pale face. Kurt doesn't say anything. Just stands there, gripping the sink with one hand and looking at Elliott quizzically.

“Um,” Elliott says, staring fixedly at the kitchen cabinets, “looks like we’re losing the gallery space.”

And then Kurt does vomit. He just spins around and violently spits up his few sips of coffee into the kitchen sink. Thank god he just washed the dishes. He takes his time running the water, splashing his face, rinsing his mouth. When he finally turns again, Elliott’s sitting at the breakfast bar leaning his forehead into one hand. Kurt goes and sits beside him.

“Um,” Elliott says again, and Kurt would like to kill Jerome if that’s who that was on the phone, because Elliott’s never speechless. He doesn’t stammer or stall for time – he’s never unsure. He’s solid and honest and forthcoming and Kurt hates seeing him reduced like this.

“He needs to sell the building right away,” Elliott recites. “Medical emergency in the family, I guess.”

Kurt says stupidly, “But …”

“I couldn’t afford to buy it outright,” Elliott goes on. “I had enough to do the remodel, but not to buy it. The agreement was that I could lease to own and in a few years, maybe. But now he needs cash. It went on the market first thing this morning. He says he’ll put in a good word for us, but if it sells, he has no control over what the new owners do with the building.” His voice shakes the tiniest bit. “He’s open to us buying our unit. For three and a half million.”

Kurt doesn’t say anything. What is there to say? He reaches over and takes Elliott’s hand in his and they sit there, hands clutching each other atop the breakfast bar. They sit there. In the late August New York morning.

****

Because sometimes the universe is rife with ironic indifference, Blaine hasn’t been around to watch Kurt’s life spectacularly implode. He’s been in LA for a few weeks, embroiled in a copyright violation case that seems like it’s actually going to make it before a judge, and Kurt doesn’t want to burden him with this, too. So he stays silent and wishes Blaine were here to brainstorm or encourage, or just hold him, really. He’s never missed anyone so acutely. Except maybe his dad.

And then, that Monday, there’s an unexpected text from Blaine.

They settled! Catching a redeye tonight see you soon

Kurt’s whole body sags with relief. The truth is that he’s not been handling all of the upheaval very well. He’s not sleeping or eating much, and he’s spending every spare second trying to help Elliott figure out fundraisers or loans or a new space entirely. All of his ends are frayed and tattered and he just wants Blaine to pull him back down to earth for a little.

So of course, just when he’s looking forward to maybe beelining for Blaine’s apartment and climbing into bed with him in the early hours of Tuesday, he gets a frantic phone call from Chandler, who is so sorry but he has to take his sister to the airport in the morning and he can’t get out of it and Kurt is so disoriented and distracted that he has to ask Chandler why he should care about random Tuesday morning airport excursions.

“I won’t be back in time to open,” Chandler babbles, “and I think one of the collectors’ agents is coming. Can you just open up for me? I promise I’ll get there as soon as I can.”

Right. The gallery. The one that’s hanging on by a thread.

Kurt would kind of like to throw in the towel on every damn thing right now, but he would never do that to Elliott, and he owes Chandler a lot of payback for all the times Kurt’s changed his own schedule. So he tells Chandler not to worry about it, just to get there as soon as he can, and he sets his alarm.

Which is why Kurt is sitting behind the desk at Muse figuring out what proofs of purchase he’ll need to see in order to release artwork to a buying agent. All of the pieces sold to anonymous collectors are crated and stacked in the studio, with the exception of those that have already been retrieved. Every piece has a lot number and any collector or agent should have a printed receipt with the lot number for the piece they’ve purchased. It’s all pretty straightforward.

He sighs and tries to think about quitting the gallery and going to Parma to beg for his shifts back. He’s wondering if Elliott will still move out and whether he’s doomed to being a waiter for his whole life and if he will ever sleep again when the gallery door swings open and Blaine’s friend Wesley Jiang walks in.

“Oh, hi, Wes.” Kurt greets him. “Nice surprise on a Tuesday. Shouldn’t you be doing lawyery things?”

“I am,” Wes replies with a tight smile. He waves a manilla envelope in Kurt’s direction. “I'm here to pick up some artwork? I was supposed to be meeting with Chandler?”

“Well, you’re stuck with me,” Kurt tells him. “You want Elliott’s pieces, right? Come on back.”

Kurt leads him to the studio where the sold pieces are waiting, and pulls out Elliott’s two canvases. He leans them against the wall and turns back to Wes. “I’ll just need to see your proofs of purchase,” he says, even though it’s mostly a formality. He knows that Wes is Blaine’s friend and he knows that Blaine bought two of Elliott’s paintings.

Wes hands him the two receipts that match the numbers on the two crates against the wall. Kurt’s about to thank him when he’s interrupted by Wes saying, “And of course I’ll need these too.”

He hands Kurt a little sheaf of papers, and he’s trying to match the numbers between crates and receipts when he suddenly realizes that Wesley Jiang is holding the receipt for every single one of Kurt’s pieces. Except the one that Rachel Berry has already taken home to her swanky apartment, of course. Every single one.

He turns around to face Wes, who’s just standing there expectantly. Kurt’s eyes narrow slightly and his head slowly tilts to one side, and anyone who knows Kurt would know that this is the time to beat a hasty retreat. But Wes doesn’t know Kurt, so he keeps on standing there as Kurt opens his mouth. And Chandler chooses that moment to burst into the studio with a breathless, “I’m here! I’m sorry! I made it!”

“Excellent,” Kurt hisses. And he marches from the gallery.

****

Blaine’s going to live to regret that he made arrangements with the concierge to give Kurt free reign of his apartment. Because when Kurt tramps into the building and straight to Blaine’s private elevator, Conrad doesn’t even blink. Just half-raises a hand in greeting and goes back to whatever he was doing.

Kurt flings the apartment door open to an eerie stillness and looks wildly around for signs of life. Is Blaine not home? He’s about to start yelling when the man himself stumbles from the bedroom looking disheveled and bleary and utterly confused. Right. Red Eye.

“Kurt?” he says stupidly.

Kurt’s voice is deadly clipped and quiet when he says “Did you think you could buy me?”

If Kurt weren’t so blindingly furious, he’d laugh at the confused puppy look on Blaine’s handsome face. As it is, he grits his teeth when Blaine blinks at him and says, “What?” as if he doesn’t speak English.

“Did you think you could buy me, Blaine?” he repeats. “I’m another acquisition for you? Is that what this is?

Kurt could just strangle him for the utter calm in his voice when Blaine says, “Kurt? Forgive me, but I’ve barely slept in the past forty-eight hours. What exactly are you talking about?”

His throat is tight and his jaw is clenched and he feels that tight knot in the middle of his chest that portends very bad things. “Blaine. Stop,” he snaps. “You bought all of my pieces. At the gallery. All of them.”

“I … Yes?” Blaine still looks thoroughly confused.

“Why?” Kurt spits.

“I’m sorry?”

“Why?” he repeats. But he’s not quiet any longer. He’s yelling and he’s furious and hurt and damn Blaine for being so adorable in his deceit. Goddammit.

“Why, Blaine? You didn’t even like them.”

Blaine’s eyes widen and his mouth opens, but Kurt barrels on.

“Don’t,” he warns. “You didn’t like them. You called them passionless. So why the hell would you buy every one of them? What are you even going to do with them? The fancy dinners and the opera and the fucking gondola weren’t enough, Blaine? Huh? You had to make sure and seal the deal? I’m so stupid. I was halfway to being in love with you, and right now I feel so stupid and cheap –”

He knows he’s going to cry if he keeps going, and that’s the last thing he’s going to do standing here in this apartment in front of this man. And Blaine’s standing there looking as if he’s been slapped, all the color gone from his face. It reminds Kurt a little of the very first time he saw him.

“I’m done, Blaine.” His lip is starting to quiver and it makes him furious. “Don’t text me. Don’t call me. Don’t show up at my place of business. I’m sure you can find some other idiot who’s selling what you’re buying.”

Blaine’s body rocks backward ever so slightly. He looks pale and confused and so, so tired.

Kurt leaves the apartment without looking back.

Chapter 13

#kws 2024 #kws2024 #klaine-word-scramble #klaine word scramble #klaine fanfic #klaine #what i wrote

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lepusrufus · 7 months

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Info dump on your latest art when ?

You want?? Info dump?? About my wet rat of a bbygorl??? Oh Nonnie I love you I'm kissing you gently on the forehead also you've made a horrendous mistake <3

I'm so sorry to all my friends I never took seriously about dnd I get it now.

So like. Triell.

This cranky pants here? She's my beloved death domain cleric of Ilmater which I know sounds counterintuitive but hold on. She's part of this small sect of the church that's seen very poorly by both the regular person and fellow worshippers of Ilmater because they got the oh so great fortune of communicating with their god via receiving directions to where disasters are about to happen (be it wars or natural disasters or anything in between) so they can offer aid. So people tend to assume they cause these as opposed to simply going there to warn and help.

They're also all for necromancy (hence the domain), which probably doesn't help the reputation, and make a very strict distinction between the living and the dead. Their logic is a bit callous to be honest, saying that they're heading somewhere where there are about to be quite a few corpses laying around so they might as well use them to protect the living. It's fine and dandy until they resurrect a dead parent to act as a meat shield for their still living child you know. But I mean. It's efficient. Still not a good look tho. (You can probably imagine that Kelemvor and his worshippers hate these guys' guts lol)

But I could make a whole post about beliefs and rites of the sect so anyway.

Triell. She's originally from Menzo but eventually got out of there only to be captured by some particularly nasty duergar for a decade or two, which left her with an incredible disdain for shackles and being locked up and ever returning to the Underdark really. In comes Bellra, already a member of the sect, sent there to warn about what would soon be the collapse of a mine that would have a pretty devastating domino effect on that whole community, but she did manage to get a few people out of there, Triell included, who ended up joining her on her travels.

Yeah they want each other. No they refuse to act on it bc their whole purpose is continuing to walk into situations that might as well become their graves. Yes they're disasters.

At this point Triell is a pretty decent cleric on her own and travels to wherever she's sent, but unlike Bellra who's definitely the more likable and charming of the two, Triell tends to be pretty cynical and angry about being seen as the cause of something she actually wants to try and prevent or at least mitigate to the best of her abilities.

Also her most favorite food is mushroom stew

I guess you can take the drow out of the Underdark but you can't take the Underdark out of the drow

Anyway I'm forever rotating them in my head like a microwave and I can't wait to actually put her in a campaign I even bought a set of dice (my first set of dice!) to match her aesthetic aaaa

And a huge hug to @thehomelybadger and @zabouncer for sitting in a call with me while I was creating her and helping me out with ideas truly the best enablers xD

#i love her dearly your honor #I'm still ironing out details but yeah #dnd #my art #asks

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Superhero Trio - Just Us Chapter 34

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2795

Series List | Chapter 33 | Chapter 35

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I have been awake for a few minutes, just taking in the sight of the children and Wanda on the bed. I have been wondering why and how the children joined us and when because I certainly don't remember waking up in the night to them climbing on me...wait no I remember a vague dream of Billy entering with Tommy and Nathaniel in his arms telling me he had a nightmare or something. It was so vague I thought it was a dream, but it's obviously not. I must have been so tired that I went straight back to sleep after the boys joined us in the bed. I also know for a fact Wanda didn't wake up as I made sure the boys were quiet and gentle when getting on the bed. This is going to surprise her for sure, hopefully it's a good surprise.

There is not much else I can do to be fair, I'm trapped underneath both Wanda and Nathaniel, my left arm trapped under Wanda and Tommy. Nathaniel has Wanda and Billy holding him, so if I move anything someone else will end up moving causing someone else to move. All in all if I move I create a domino effect of moving people, well shit. My left arm is, well I think it's still attached to my body but I definitely can't feel it that's for sure. My right arm, I believe is under Nathaniel but I can't be certain as I have another dead limb. Good thing I can feel my legs, or at least I think they are my legs. They could be Wanda's at this point as mine and hers are definitely intertwined and crossing over one another with arms here, there and everywhere from all the other bodies. It's like one of those poorly designed interstate junctions and I can't figure out whose limbs are who's, but apart from that and some slight confusion I'm enjoying the view and the feeling: from what I can actually feel right now.

My body freezes when I hear a low groan come from the woman on my chest nuzzling her face against my chest. I see her go to move her arms but she freezes her movements. She slowly lifts her head with furrowed brows as she looks to her right (my left) and sees Tommy cuddling up to her and basically me as he holds our hands using them as a pillow. Her head then moves to look to the other side of her where she sees Billy holding Nathaniel close to him, her and his hands holding onto one another. She follows her arm as she leans up a bit to check if Nathaniel is still asleep then moves her head to look up at me, who has been watching her this whole time. Not that she realised I was awake.

She raises her eyebrows at me in a silent question, I simply shrug a smile tugging at the corner of my lips as I take in the view one last time. This view will never get old. She seems to wake up a bit more, fully taking in what is actually happening and a huge smile appears on her face. She tries not to move too much so as to not disturb the tranquility of the morning, but it doesn't stop her from whispering out a small 'wow'. Her fuzzy look appears on her face as she looks back up at me and I know for sure that I have the same look on my face.

"When did this happen?" She whispers, trying not to wake the boys.

"Last night, I think." She scrunches her eyebrows in confusion. "I have a very faint memory of Nathaniel being held in Billy's arms standing next to Tommy mentioning something about him having a nightmare but I'm really not sure it's all fuzzy and feels more like a dream."

"What one of my boys had a nightmare?"

"No Nathaniel." I feel her hum against my chest as she takes another look around at the bodies on the bed.

"Does he get them often?"

"Not as regularly as he used to, but as the evidence proves yeah he has nightmares from time to time. But sleeping with someone he is familiar with works in easing him back to sleep afterwards."

"Probably why they are in here now."

"Probably." I look up to the ceiling as I bite my lip in thought. "Your boys are so good with him, I didn't think they would want to hang out with a 4 year old all day and night but they did. You have raised them so well Wanda, they are going to be absolute gentlemen when they are older."

"You think so?"

"No, I know so."

Wanda bites her lips as she looks up at me moving her free arm, lucky bitch, to my face cupping my left cheek as she rubs at my cheekbone with her thumb her fingers spread open on my cheek her pinky resting on my jaw. She moves her hand so it's hovering above my face, and using her finger draws an imaginary line from my cheekbone up to my eyebrow. From my eyebrow to my nose, pulling her finger down the bridge of my nose only to go back up and across my other eyebrow before making its way down to my cheek. She then moves it to my bottom lip pulling it back slightly and releasing it as she stifles a laugh. Wanda takes her hand back to her face, planting a kiss on her three middle fingers before placing them gently on my lips as I kiss them back. I can feel her body buzz a little with mine as she places the fingers back in her lips before resting her hand gently on my chest drawing random shapes and patterns, her left cheek now resting on my chest as she angles her head to be able to see me.

"Morning mama." Billy's rough morning voice brings us out of our little world, moving our heads so we can smile at him.

"Good morning Billy." Wanda signals for him to try and stay quiet as the other two boys are still sound asleep.

"Morning Billy." He turns to look at me. "What time was it when you came and joined us?"

"Maybe like 2am. Nathaniel had a nightmare, something about flying Aliens attacking New York through a portal, I don't know he was crying pretty hard about it until I held him."

"Thank you Billy, it can be hard to get him settled back down after one. Especially if he hasn't got his dog Teddy with him, or someone like his brother and sister snuggle up with him."

"Yeah I tried to get him to settle down, but he kept tossing and turning. Then I remembered you said it was okay to come and get you if he needed anything, so I came up to ask you what to do as I left him wrapped in a blanket next to Tommy." How awake was I for any of this?

"Oh I don't remember that."

"Yeah I came knocking on the door, and when you answered you ushered me inside. I told you what happened, then you asked me to go and bring him up and said to come straight in so we didn't wake Wanda by knocking again." He is about to continue the story but we see Tommy roll over stretching his arms above his head, he rolls over some more until he is pressed against my side, his head resting on my bicep. Wanda's smile is huge at this point.

"Is it okay if I rest like this?" Is the first thing out of Tommy's mouth making me laugh a little.

"Yeah let me just shake out my arm as I can't feel it." He lifts his body up so he is sitting up a little so I can shake my arm trying to get the blood flowing back through it, once the very painful pins and needles disappear I lay my arm back down. "Go for it, but try not to kill it off this time."

"Sorry, not sorry." I hide a laugh as Wanda pokes his back playfully. "What are you guys talking about?"

"How we ended up here. I was just telling them about when I came back downstairs and saw you rocking Nathaniel side to side." Wanda eyes widen slightly as she looks between her two boys, obviously not expecting them to be so loving and caring towards Nathaniel.

"Oh right, yeah he woke me up when he started crying again. Which wasn't an issue, but I couldn't seem to get him to calm down with words. It's like he couldn't hear me. So I did the next best thing, I brought his head to my chest so he could listen to my heartbeat and slowed my breathing down to try and get him to match it." Tommy explains as he moves his head up to my shoulder to make sure he isn't cutting off the circulation as he notices me squeezing my hand into a fist shaking it a bit.

"Did it work?" Wanda asks, getting evermore curious

"For a few minutes, but when he tried explaining what happened he started crying a little again. Then Billy came back into the room and said he was going to take him upstairs, as he had asked you what to do." I move my arm a little to gesture for Wanda to lay down behind Tommy so she can snuggle into him as I see her trying to get comfortable.

She doesn't hesitate to do just that, wrapping her arm around Tommy resting her hand on my chest as her head comes to rest on my bicep that was once occupied by Tommy head. I bend my elbow bringing my arm inwards a little until my hand comes into contact with Wanda's head and I start to scratch at her scalp as soon as it does.

"So how did it go from Billy bringing Nathaniel up to you all ending up in the bed?" I question lightly so they know I'm not mad or anything that they are in bed, just genuinely curious about the whole situation.

"Right. So Billy came over and unwrapped Nathaniel from the blanket so he was easier to carry, and he was going up to a bed so didn't need the blanket. Anyway, as Billy lifted him up and into his arms Nathaniel's hand shot out and grabbed onto mine. When I tried to convince him it was okay, and to let go he just whined and said he wanted us both. Which I would have thought was really cute if it wasn't for the fact he was so sad." He looks at Billy to see if he wants to continue the story.

"So I held him close to my chest, he was practically squeezing me to death but I couldn't care less I just needed to make sure he was okay. We made it to the door and I told him I would take him inside and that he would snuggle with you and me and Tommy would head back downstairs. When I say that the boy's death grip on me somehow got tighter I'm not lying, I thought I was going to suffocate." He laughs quietly at his exaggeration as we are all still trying to remain as quiet as possible not to wake the sleeping child in his arms.

"I thought my hand was going to snap in two the way he was holding it at that point."

"When I asked him what was wrong, he just let out a small 'please stay'. I told him only if Y/n let us and he said he would convince you." My heart breaks a little the more I hear.

"So I opened the door for us, and called out your name quietly. When you sat up in bed, you looked tired so instead of explaining the whole thing we sort of just said is it okay if we join you Nathaniel won't let go. You just patted the bed and said the more the merrier." I feel Tommy get squished between me and Wanda when she squeezes me. "Mom, you're squishing me."

"Sorry Tommy."

"It's okay, I guess."

"So yeah that's basically it, he wouldn't let go of me so I had to snuggle him between me and you, and Tommy went the other side between you and mama sort of. It was difficult because mama was half on you half on the bed." He laughs out as I feel Wanda's cheek heat up against my arm.

"I know, tell me about it." Wanda's palm makes contact with my chest with my words. "Okay I deserved that."

She gives me the middle finger knowing Nathaniel is still asleep, the twins laughing at us both as we act like children. But not once did I stop scratching her scalp, ironic that she is hitting me and giving me the middle finger but here I am turning her to putty with my fingers on her head.

"Morning sissy." Nathaniel shuffles against me and I feel Billy's protective grip on him tighten a little as he worries about the small boy.

"Good morning buddy, how are you feeling?" I inquire, his movements allow me to free my other arm and I gasp when I feel the pins and needles shoot through the whole thing.

"A lot better." He pauses for a second before he lets out a tiny whisper. "It was scary sissy."

"Yeah? You want to talk about it?"

"Mhmm."

"Now or later?"

"Now."

"Okay. Tell me what happened."

"It was the same as last time. The aliens come through the portal from space. Some are already on the ground and some are flying in the sky."

"What next?"

"A big one came through the portal."

"A big one. How big?"

"Huge, as tall as a building."

"What did it do?"

"It came flying down towards me and before I could do anything it opened its mouth and went to eat me. And then I woke up."

"How do you feel now?"

"A little better. Thank you for listening, everyone." A chorus of your welcomes came from the other three in the room, and an idea pops into my head.

"You know you now have three superheroes to look after you." I feel everyone turn their heads to look at me.

"I do?" Nathaniel's voice sounds excited as well as hopeful.

"Oh yeah. Three awesome superheroes."

"Who are they?"

"Well Tommy, Billy and Wanda."

"They are superheroes."

"They can be in your dreams if you make them so." I look around to see everyone's eyes on me waiting for me to continue. "So firstly you have Speed also known as Tommy Maximoff. He is a superhero so fast that he can take down a whole group of people in seconds. He once disarmed a group of soldiers before they could even blink. Then there is Wiccan also known as Billy Maximoff. He has some cool powers of energy manipulation amongst other things that make him a very powerful young man. He once stopped a trail of bullets from harming his family with a wave of his hand. And finally there is the all powerful Scarlet Witch also known as Wanda Maximoff. Wanda is the most powerful witch to ever live, it's written in writing about how she comes across her powers and isn't born with them that makes her just as unpredictable as it does powerful. But she tries to use her power for good and she once defeated a witch who wanted to take her powers and family away. And now you are her friend, so she will protect you at all costs."

"Wow! That is so freaking cool!! I have a team of superheroes to protect me from. The stupid aliens!" He hugs Billy more then wiggles out of his grip before clambering over my torso accidentally digging his knee into my kidney as he scrambles onto Tommy and Wanda giving them a big squeeze. "You guys are sooooo cool."

"Yeah?" Wanda asks as Nathaniel gets excited about my story.

"Yes and you guys are going to protect me from the big bad aliens!" Wanda brings her free arm to wrap around Nathaniel pulling him down into her so she can give him a big squeeze.

"I love you guys so much!" Nathaniel's voice is muffled against Wanda's body but we all hear it and we all smile at the words when he says them.

"We love you too buddy."

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda x you #just us series

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The Pantheon Headcanons: Evan Edition

i bet you didn't expect him next!! ev is a cutie patootie though (he's a maniac serial killer) so obviously he had to go next

EEEEE my SON

his full name is evan apollo rosier

he has a french accent that (unlike regulus) he tries very hard to get rid of

he has brown skin and it's gorgeous

he's 6'2

his hair was originally brown but he dyed it blonde and he wears it in locs

his eyes are a deep honey brown and they're SO GORGEOUS are you KIDDING ME

he and pandora are twins duh (he's older)

his parents, gareth and adele, got into some shady business with the borgin family and were killed :/ so he and pandora live with their literally ancient grandparents that pay zero attention to them ever

HE WEARS BARTY'S WISDOM TEETH AS EARRINGS

NO I WILL NOT ELABORATE

he has a slightly concerning obsession with knives. and cutting things open. he's suuuuuper jealous of reg's awesome fancy knife collection and definitely tried to steal one at some point (it didn't work and he never spoke of reg's collection again).

he wears so many rings omg (it drives barty insane) (in a good way).

he literally only wears baggy clothes and puts zero effort into his outfits.

for his entire first year he was a loner and didn't talk to anyone but pandora lmao

but then barty happened

and then regulus happened

and then dorcas happened

and then suddenly he had friends and legit couldn't get rid of them

even worse, he actually liked them

his hobby is taxidermy (specifically bugs) and no i do not take criticism

he's dating barty obviously (although i will admit i am partial to rosestarkiller and even a dash of sunrose)

his patronus is a two-headed python

he actually enjoys history of magic, the weirdo

he and pandora usually go stay at an abandoned manor during the summer and explore it with the rest of the pantheon (it belongs to the rosier family technically but since it's so decrepit and practically falling apart nobody wants it)

his familiar is a corn snake named skittles (named by pandora). he'll walk around the dorms with skittles wrapped around his shoulders and neck and scare the living heck out of the first years for fun

oh yeah he and barty push the underclassmen down the stairs a lot. they have a running tally as to who pushed the most, who caused a domino effect, who lost points because they got caught, etc. it's gotten to the point where pandora has to keep a notebook updated with different sections, rules and regulations, everything. (she and dorcas also join in occasionally)

evan is not a physically affectionate person whatsoever. he prefers just to be in the presence of the people he loves. unfortunately, barty's the clingiest person to ever walk (terrorize) this earth. so usually if you find evan, you find barty either sitting on his lap, fiddling with his hair, or doing some other barty thing. they're so attached at the hip that for so long, people didn't know who was barty and who was evan because it was always "bartyandevan"

but then evan dies lol so nobody gets them confused anymore

KIDDING

evan joins the death eaters because his previously distant grandparents suddenly force his hand. it's either him or pandora, and evan is not about to make his newly wedded sister, one of the few happy things in his life, commit to something like this. barty joins because he's having a blast rebelling against his dad, and where evan goes, barty goes

evan's favorite candy is the grandma hard candies (you know the ones)

he likes designing tattoos! then barty does stick and poke versions of them either on himself or evan. they used to be really bad, but then as barty tattooed himself more he got wayy better at it

there's an old forest by the broken down manor that he and pandora used to play in all the time. evan got his love of climbing trees there (yes this is a cr reference no i will not take it back)

all in all evan is maniac and i love him <3

#evan rosier #rosier twins #rosekiller #slytherin skittles #headcanons

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radicalfemimist · 1 month

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gonna delete my other interactions with That Person because I don’t think it’s worth arguing with them. and honestly I feel bad for the nice or like. the normal bisexuals because SO. many. of these bisexuals are aggressively annoying about it. every lesbian I know has had a bad run-in with a bisexual.

Because this particular bisexual person also seemed to have a fundamental misunderstanding of how writing fucking works in a way that makes me SO mad.

Because like— you can headcanon that any character with straight hair really has curly hair and straightens it. You can. Word of god can even confirm that’s the case! But that STILL doesn’t matter if canon doesn’t portray them with curly hair. Because even something as seemingly insignificant as curly hair is going to have a domino effect on the character.

If they straighten it, why? Are they insecure? Have they been made fun of? Is it because it’s too much work? Why does Word of God say they have curly hair, but none of their childhood pictures have curly hair? Why isn’t there a hair straightener in their bathroom?

If there’s none of those things— then the character doesn’t have fucking curly hair, now do they? Even if later in the series their hair becomes curly, is there any evidence to support that the hair is naturally curly? Do they have a hair regimen they follow? Do they have curly hairbrushes? Sleep in a bonnet? No? Then they’re not written to have curly hair.

Only thing is, romance is a whole fucking lot more noticeable than with ever or not they give a curly character a bonnet. Romance can make or break a story. And it’s pretty fucking important for the characters to be attracted to each other.

There are SO, so many ways to showcase sexual attraction. Even in kids shows, you can! And it doesn’t have to be with their endgame romance, either! Luz Noceda, a bisexual character written by a bisexual woman, shows attraction to Shirtless Angsty Boy, Edric and Emira and Amity, blatantly. The last of which is her endgame relationship. (Because if a bisexual character is ending up in a relationship, it’s waaay better to have it be a same-sex relationship— considering Lumity is probably why Disney cancelled the show in the first place.)

And like, for shows actually about adults— New Girl. All the men in this are bisexual. Nick Miller is definitely bisexual. It’s not stated explicitly, but he’s explicitly attracted to women and seems to have feelings towards men he is actively in-denial of. Psych — Shawn Spencer’s actor has literally said he played him to be bisexual, and it shows. I’ll believe he’s attracted to women for Abigail alone. I’ll believe he’s attracted to men for everything else.

I’ll believe Sokka is bisexual. His romances with Suki and Yue are believeable enough. Like, I’m not saying nothing can be bisexual— I AM saying that it has to actually be bisexual to be bisexual, though.

Anyway. Zuzu isn’t canonically gay but it makes more sense if he is and for a more compelling story— the fire nation is canonically homophobic, so if he’s gay then that’s another thing for his father to consider wrong about him, since he can’t fall in love with a woman. And Mike? Well, if he were bisexual he’d be a filthy, filthy cheater and I’m personally against media portraying bisexuals as cheaters. As it is, he’s like aggressively gay-coded.

And I am soooo tired of seeing bisexual Jamie Kelly allegations. I know hardly anyone seems to talk about these books but.

she’s LYING to you! she doesn’t actually have a crush on Hudson! She’s literally supposed to be an unreliable narrator. She calls him the 8th cutest boy in her school and calls Angeline the prettiest girl in the world. She thinks it should be illegal for girls to be too pretty. She went through a year-long phase as a kid of drawing nothing but naked Barbies. She describes Angeline as causing “everyone” to feel a “mild, but pleasant burning sensation.”

Like YES, yes it DOES offend me for people to interpret these characters as bisexual— and you know why? Because comphet is a universal gay experience. Because people STILL cite the comphet things I said as a kid as proof of my “heterosexuality”. There’s so many gay people who have been in straight relationships before, or who have pretended to have straight crushes.

If a character’s only proof of heterosexual attraction is comphet, then they’re not experiencing heterosexual attraction. If the only proof is a forced, stale straight romance that the writers threw in there effortlessly, of which the character is not shown to be into? Then that’s not a character experiencing heterosexual attraction.

#mim’s ramblings #I am sooo tired so idk if this is coherent #but I am SO. TIRED. of this sort of thing #because not experiencing heterosexual attraction is still VERY scrutinized #and not being attracted to men? people act like that’s fucking unheard of #and yet we want to act like it’s Equally Progressive to make bihet characters #or to make every character that’s been in a straight relationship bi instead of gay ???#like comphet don’t exist???#‘oh they could theoretically be attracted to a opposite-sex person they haven’t met in canon’#SHOW. DON’T. TELL.#that’s literally like the fucking 1 rule of writing

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