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loz-cah · 1 month ago
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How did each of the heroes meet?
Time: How did we meet? Well..
Normally, once a Hero has finished one adventure, we are able to introduce ourselves. Normally, it’s one or three at a time, but sometimes..
There are some exceptions to the rule. Twilight helping Wild comes to mind first. But these exceptions are incredibly strict, so..
Ah, pardon my rambling.
What I’m trying to say is: we each met after one or two of our adventures were completed. A “chain” of events that led us to a group of people that could understand the.. difficulty of being Hyrule’s Hero.
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pannaginip · 6 months ago
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Baby Hero was born with congenital adrenal hyperplasia (CAH), a condition that affects the production of hormones in his body. Having CAH makes Hero intersex, and the type of CAH he has requires lifetime medication.
The couple is also able to secure some financial help from the Department of Social Welfare and Development. But explaining her son’s condition to the personnel handling her requests is always a pain, as they often don’t understand what CAH is.
The plight of the intersex community rarely comes into the national spotlight. But one time it did was when the Supreme Court (SC) sided with Jeff Cagandahan in a 2008 landmark ruling that paved the way for the community’s rights.
In 2003, at a regional trial court (RTC) in Laguna, Jeff filed for changes in his birth certificate, namely the change of his name from “Jennifer” to “Jeff,” and his gender from “female” to “male.”
The RTC sided with Jeff, though the Office of the Solicitor General tried to reverse the decision. In the end, the SC upheld it, saying that Jeff let nature take its course in allowing his body to reveal male characteristics. He was allowed to change his name and gender in his birth registry.
“Respondent is the one who has to live with his intersex anatomy. To him belongs the human right to the pursuit of happiness and of health. Thus, to him should belong the primordial choice of what courses of action to take along the path of his sexual development and maturation,” the decision read, penned by the late former associate justice Leonardo Quisumbing.
Jeff later on co-founded Intersex Philippines, and currently serves as a co-chair of Intersex Asia. Intersex Philippines has over 200 members.
Though it’s been more than a decade since Jeff’s legal victory, the lack of public awareness about intersex people and their concerns generally remained in the Philippines, even among medical professionals.
For instance, while there are plenty of endocrinologists across the Philippine health system, Jeff said that it is difficult to find “intersex-friendly” endocrinologists, who do not push intersex people to undergo procedures to conform with the sex they were assigned at birth.
Access to medicine remains the biggest challenge for intersex people in the Philippines, according to Jeff. Based on their group’s research, just one specialty compounding pharmacy, Apotheca, produces the medicines that most in their community need. It’s Metro Manila-based, which makes it even harder for those in the provinces to access them.
Jeff constantly receives reports of children with life-threatening intersex variations who succumb to their condition, as their parents were unable to acquire the medications that could have kept them alive.
According to Intersex Philippines, some intersex children undergo irreversible, unnecessary surgeries and treatment without their consent. Some also experience emotional harm from this treatment.
In November 2023, Bataan 1st District Representative Geraldine Roman filed the Cagandahan Bill in Congress, which seeks to make what Jeff achieved more accessible to intersex Filipinos.
While Republic Act No. 9048, enacted in 2001, allows Filipinos to correct clerical and typographical errors in their civil registry offices without judicial orders, the bill said that this does not “explicitly address the unique circumstances of intersex individuals.” Having their legal documents amended to align with their identities would acknowledge an intersex person’s right to self-determination, it said.
2024 Apr. 6
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a-and-b-snz · 2 years ago
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tongue-tied (hero & villain)
“Hey.”
Hero sighs. With the rest of their teammates out on a mission, they’ve been left to guard Villian, who was captured a few days ago. Hero had been hoping to get some paperwork done, but they can barely make it through a paragraph without Villian bugging them. Ignoring them only seems to fuel their determination.
“Hey, Hero!” they say again, louder, straining against the restraints. They’re chained to a chair in the far corner. Hero wishes they were gagged, too.
“I’m still not going to untie you, Villain,” Hero says curtly. “No matter how many times you ask.”
“It doesn’t have to be for long!” they say. “Five seconds, that’s all I’m asking.”
“Nope.”
“But- But my nose itches!”
“I don’t care.”
“Like, really bad, actually!” Villian whines and scrunches up their nose. “You can’t make me suffer an itchy nose, that’s inhumane!”
“You’ll survive,” Hero snaps. “Just rub it on your shoulder, or something.”
There’s a little rustling as Villain attempts to do so. “It’s not working,” they report.
“Still don’t care.”
“But-”
“Shut it!” Hero slams their hands down on their desk. “Keep complaining and I’ll chop that thing right off!”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Villain grumbles, but they sink into silence nonetheless.
Hero is afforded a glorious minute and a half to themselves before they hear a sharp intake of breath. They roll their eyes, waiting for the inetiable griping to pick back up again, but nothing comes. Just another breath, slightly more defined than the last.
“Hh... hah... hi’hh...”
Reluctantly, they glance over at Villain. They have on a hazy expression, with watery eyes and deep crinkles etched into the bridge of their nose.
“Hahh... ah- ahHH! ...heh’ihh! ...hehh...”
“What are you doing?” Hero asks suspiciously.
“I told you,” Villain moans. “I cah- can’t help it. It’s my nuhh... my nose, it just- ihh! h’IHH! ...it’s so itchy.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Hero grumbles. They watch Villian hitch helplessly for a few moments more before they haul themselves to their feet.
Villian’s face lights up as Hero advances towards them. “You’ll uhhn- untie me?”
“Not a hope in hell,” Hero snorts.
“Then what-”
Hero takes Villain’s jaw and tilts it upwards. With their other hand, they carefully rub a fingertip down the bridge of Villain’s nose a few times. “Are we done here?” they ask, letting go of Villians face. “Problem solved?”
Villian looks shocked for a moment, but then their face is overcome by a woozy expression once more. “Hhhharder,” they pant. “Right on the tih-tip of my... ahh!” Their eyelids begin to droop as Hero massages the end of their nose in small, firm circles.
“Better?” Hero asks in a low voice. “Is that working for you?”
Villain lets out a low, breathy whine. “H-Hero, I’m gonna-” Their breath catches. “I’m gonna... gonna... hept’ZISHIEW!” A sneeze rips out of them with unanticipated force, right into Hero’s palm.
Hero yanks their hand away as Villian gears up for another sneeze. “Oh, gross!”
“AptTISHyuh!” Villian ducks their head towards their lap. “IHDshiew! Hu’jishu! Hah... ha-ahhh... aheh!” With guilty, glistening eyes, they look pleadingly up at Hero. “P-Please,” they gasp between stuttering breaths. “Hh’eh’help me?”
Hero sighs, and flicks the end of Villain’s nose a couple of times until their head rears back.
“HEH- HAH- HATCHUEH! huh-CHOUH! aaTSHOO! Ohh...” they moan. “Oh, fuck me, that was intense.”
“I hope you’re satisfied,” Hero mutters, wiping their hand on their pants.
“I sure am.” Villian lets their posture relax once more, smirking to themselves as they watch Hero return to their seat. “Thanks for the satisfaction.”
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namesforwriters · 1 year ago
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Mythology Inspired Names: Ancient Greek (fem)
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Andromeda ~ Greek, meaning "mindful," "mindful of her husband."
Andromeda was the princess of Aethiopia who suffered Poseidon's wrath after her mother insulted the Nereids. The Greek hero Perseus rescued Andromeda and married her. pronunciation: an-draw-med-ah
Ariadne ~ Greek, meaning "most holy."
Ariadne was the daughter of King Minos of Crete and helped the hero Theseus escape the Minotaur by providing him a string with which he navigated the Labyrinth. Ariadne married Dionysus after Theseus abandoned her. She is now the immortal goddess of labyrinths and paths. pronunciation: Ar-ee-ahd-ney
Artemis ~ Greek, meaning "safe," "stable," "great," "the shooter."
Artemis is the Greek goddess of the hunt, the wilderness, wild animals, the moon, forests, and chastity. An Olympian goddess as well as the twin of Apollo, Artemis spends most of her time with her faithful hunters. pronunciation: ar-teh-miss
Asteria ~ Greek, meaning "of the stars," "starry one."
Asteria was a Titaness who helped shelter her sister Leto when she went into labor with twins, Artemis and Apollo. Asteria defied Hera's orders by sheltering Leto, allowing the Olympian twins to be born. Asteria was also the mother of Hecate. pronunciation: ah-steer-ee-ah, ah-steh-ree-ah
Athena ~ Greek, meaning "mind," "of Athens."
Athena was the Olympian Greek goddess of wisdom, war, weaving, and crafts who sprung from the mind of Zeus fully formed. Her symbol is an owl and she is the patron deity of the city of Athens. pronunciation: ah-thee-nah
Aura ~ Greek, meaning "breeze."
Aura is the name of the goddess of the breeze, as well as the proper name for a type of wind nymph. Aurae are often confused with ghosts, as their bodies are composed of fog, but are generally gentle beings. pronunciation: au-ra
Calliope ~ Greek, meaning "beautiful-voiced."
Calliope is one of the nine Muses, and the muse of epic poetry. She is considered the wisest and chief of all Muses. She and her sisters are the daughters of Zeus and the followers of Apollo. The Greek hero Orpheus is her son. pronunciation: cah-lie-ah-pee
Calypso ~ Greek, meaning "she who conceals."
A Titaness in some myths, a nymph in others, Calypso was the daughter of the Titan Atlas. Using her enchanted singing, Calypso trapped Odysseus on her island home Ogygia for seven years. In some stories, Calypso herself is cursed to never be able to leave. pronunciation: Cah-lip-soh
Cassandra ~ Greek, meaning "shining," "shining upon man."
Cassandra was a Trojan priestess and princess with whom Apollo gifted the ability of prophecy. However, after she broke her promise to marry him, Apollo cursed her to where no one would ever believe her prophecies. pronunciation: cah-sand-drah
Circe ~ Greek, meaning "bird."
Circe was an incredibly powerful enchantress in Greek mythology known for transforming her enemies, and men, into animals. Odysseus and his crew encountered her. pronunciation: ser-see, keer-kah
Clio ~ Greek, meaning "to recount," "to celebrate."
Clio is one of the nine Muses and the muse of history. Often referred to as "The Proclaimer," Clio is usually depicted with a book, an open scroll, or a set of tablets. Her son is the hero Hyacinthus. pronunciation: Clee-oh, cl-eye-oh
Daphne ~ Greek, meaning "laurel."
Daphne was a naiad, a water nymph, from Greek mythology. Daphne came under the attentions of Apollo after Eros cursed him out of anger, a curse that would make Apollo fall in love with Daphne while she would only ever run away. Apollo chased after her, and Daphne prayed for help. Just before he caught her, Daphne was transformed into a laurel tree. pronunciation: daff-nee
Demeter ~ Greek, meaning "earth mother."
Demeter is the Olympian goddess of agriculture, grain, and the harvest. She is also the mother of Persephone and is usually depicted with a cornucopia. pronunciation: dem-ee-ter
Echo ~ Greek, meaning "echo," "sound."
Echo was a mountain nymph famous for falling in love with Narcissus, a man who fell in love with his own reflection. Echo was cursed by Hera to only be able to repeat the last words spoken to her. Unable to tell him how she felt, she watched him die before dying herself. pronunciation: eh-ko
Eirene ~ Greek, meaning "peace."
In Greek mythology, Eirene is the goddess and personification of peace. The daughter of Zeus, her sisters are the goddesses of justice and law. pronunciation: eye-reen-ee, eye-reen
Electra ~ Greek, meaning "amber."
Electra was the daughter of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra, king and queen of Mycenae. She helped her brother Orestes murder their mother in revenge for their father's death. pronounced: el-lec-tra, il-lec-tra
Eris ~ Greek, meaning "strife."
As the goddess of strife, discord, and chaos, Eris existed more as a concept and personification than a true goddess in Ancient Greece. It was her golden apple led to the Judgement of Paris, and then, the Trojan War. pronunciation: air-iss, ear-iss
Gaia ~ Greek, meaning "land," "earth," also spelled as "Gaea."
Gaia, in Greek mythology, is the primordial goddess of the earth. She is the mother of all life, including the Titans, the Cyclopes, the Giants, and many other monsters. Gaia has been depicted as both ruthless and benevolent. pronunciation: gay-uh, gi-uh
Hecate ~ Greek, meaning unknown, also spelled "Hekate."
Despite her unknown origins, Hecate is well known in Greek mythology as the goddess of magic, crossroads, transitions, necromancy, and ghosts. She was also worshipped as a protector of the household. pronunciation: heh-kah-tee
Helen ~ Greek, exact meaning unknown, also seen as "Helene," "Helena."
Helen of Troy was thought to be the most beautiful woman in the world. Daughter of Zeus, Helen was originally married to Menelaus before either eloping with or being kidnapped by Paris, which caused the Trojan War. pronunciation: hel-en
Hemera ~ Greek, meaning "day."
Despite being the daughter of Erebus, god of darkness, and Nyx, goddess of the night, Hemera is the goddess of the day. She was a fairly minor deity in the Ancient Greek faith, and her Roman counterpart is Dies. pronunciation: heh-mair-uh
Hera ~ Greek, meaning "beloved."
Hera, Olympian and wife to Zeus, was the Queen of the Gods and goddess of marriage, family, and women. Hera is the protector of women in childbirth, but is also known for her violently jealous nature. Her symbol is the peacock. pronunciation: hair-uh, hear-uh
Hestia ~ Greek, meaning "hearth," "fireplace," "alter."
Originally the eldest of the Olympian gods, Hestia humbly decided to step down for Dionysus. Hestia is goddess of the hearth, the home, and domesticity. Hestia is a virgin goddess, her oath so strong even Aphrodite holds no power over her. pronunciation: hes-tee-ah, hes-chia
Iris ~ Greek, meaning "halo of the moon," "rainbow."
Iris is a messenger of the gods as well as the goddess of the rainbow. She is usually depicted with wings and is often associated with Hera. With her rainbow association, she is also considered a minor sea and sky goddess. pronunciation: eye-ris
Maia ~ Greek, meaning "great," "mother."
Maia, in Greek mythology, is a nurturing figure who is the mother of Hermes by Zeus. One of the Pleiades, Maia and her sisters are heavily associated with Artemis, and were immortalized by Zeus as constellations in the night sky. pronunciation: may-uh, my-uh
Medea ~ Greek, meaning "planner," "schemer."
Medea was the princess of Colchis and a sorceress. She helped the hero Jason on his quest to find the Golden Fleece. After Jason abandons her, Medea kills their children out of revenge. Even before Jason's betrayal, Medea is described as poweful, but spiteful. pronunciation: med-ee-ah
Merope ~ Greek, meaning "with sparkling face," "bee-eater bird."
Merope was one of the seven Pleiades. Not considered goddesses, but rather, nymphs, Merope and her sisters were turned into a constellation to escape the attentions of the hunter Orion. Merope is the dimmest star due to her marrying a mortal man, Sisyphus. pronunciation: mer-oh-pee
Moirai ~ Greek, meaning "destinies."
Also known as The Fates, the Moirai were the three sisters Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, who spun, measured, and cut the thread of fate. They enforce the laws of the universe and ensure every being, mortal or divine, lives out their destiny. pronunciation: m-oi-r-eye, m-oi-rai
Nyx ~ Greek, meaning "night."
Goddess of the night, Nyx is a primordial deity so powerful even Zeus fears to displease her. Her offspring are generally associated with negative forces, including doom, destruction, death, distress, and retribution. pronunciation: niks
Pandora ~ Greek, meaning "gift," "all-giving."
In Greek mythology, Pandora is the first mortal woman, created by Hephaestus out of clay. A curious personality, Pandora opened a sealed pithos (jar), which released evils like disease and sorrow into the world. All but Elpis, the spirit of Hope were released. And thus, Hope remained with humanity. pronunciation: pan-door-uh
Penelope ~ Greek, meaning "bird," "weaver."
Penelope was the queen of Ithaca and the faithful wife of Odysseus. In her husband's absence, Penelope had over one hundred men vie for her attention, but remained faithful and often devised clever tricks to delay a forced choice. pronunciation: pah-nel-ah-pee, peh-nel-oh-pee
Persephone ~ Greek, meaning "bringer of destruction."
Originally named Kore (meaning "maiden"), Persephone is the goddess of springtime and Queen of the Underworld. Born to Demeter and Zeus, some versions of the myth depict her as having been kidnapped by Hades. Other versions show Persephone willingly wandering into the Underworld. pronunciation: per-seph-oh-nee
Rhea ~ Greek, meaning "earth," "flowing."
Rhea is the wife of the Titan Kronos and mother of Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus. Rhea is best known for tricking her husband Kronos when he tried to eat his youngest son. Rhea his Zeus away and when he grew, Zeus defeated his father. pronunciation: rye-ah, ree-ah
Selene ~ Greek, meaning "light," "brightness," "gleam."
In the Ancient Greek faith, Selene is the original goddess of the moon and sister to Helios, the original sun god. She is largely identified with, and later seemingly replaced by Artemis. Her Roman counterpart is Luna. pronunciation: sel-ee-nee, sel-een
Sibyl ~ Greek, meaning "divine counsel."
The sibyls were the name of oracles in Ancient Greece. Highly respected, the most famous oracle was the sibyl at Delphi. Originally, there was only one sibyl, and then more were appointed in different cities over time. pronunciation: sib-uhl
Thalia ~ Greek, meaning "the joyous," "the flourishing."
Thalia was one of the nine Muses, and the muse of comedy. Comedies in the ancient tradition were stories with happy endings, and Thalia is sometimes depicted with a comic theatre mask. pronunciation: t-ah-lia, th-al-ia.
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earthsickwithoutyou · 1 year ago
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Saw III 2006 - (contains spoilers)
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This review may contain spoilers.
Okie dokie, time to try and evaluate this one. UHHH. There are great strengths and some jarring weaknesses.
Strengths: As a whole, I admire Whannell's writing in raising the suspense and tension to absolute fever pitch and keeping us guessing the whole time. There's also no denying that while I'm not a fan of how over-the-top Jeff's plotline was, the story and performances tug the heartstrings.
We got more Amanda. That is my baby girl who never did anything wrong in her life and was rejected by the surrogate father figure who twisted her mentality while she was recovering from hard drugs and trauma (which HE gave her!). So sassy, so cute, Ily Amanda 🥰
Characters were deeper and easier to root for at times: I believe this is because Jeff and Lynn were both good people. That has its pros and cons, though...to be discussed soon.
Traps were genius; particularly memorable were the angel and freezing devices; the pig one was just freaking gross, and the rack was horrifying.
Leave it to Jigsaw to bring back the most cruel, unjust form of torture from Tudor England. WOW so random yet so fucking mean for no good reason. That's Jigsaw alright, check check check (he designed all of these no matter who built them and carried them out; he also designed the entire game for Jeff and Lynn).
However, still have to rank that trap as a plus for the genuine fear factor.
We got a lil bit of my boyfriend Eric Matthews back, albeit in sequences that were a bit confusing in places. But it was enough to hold me over until I continue the rewatch and get to my husband, Peter Strahm.
The SCORE was tremendous in this one. I loved the way the movie quietly brought in the "game over/main theme" music, which is totally iconic, throughout the film instead of only at the end. Every time it happens I have to bob my head and dance a lil.
WEAKNESSES: It's no secret I hate it when movies spend long, indulgent amounts of time on the suffering of children or parents who lost their children tragically. First of all, and most problematically, it's repetitive, which after a while, naturally gets monotonous, punishing on the viewer not in the fun way, and irritating.
Secondly, there is no need to repeatedly hammer home the awful loss of that young boy, especially since -- as the supposed spark that sets off the whole game -- Jigsaw could not give a fuck that this kid died. Cah-learly.
If Jigsaw had one tiny bit of empathy in him, at least there would be some redeeming factor to this plotline. I understand that it's intended to be bleak, etc. But bleak works better when it's balanced with enough reasons to make it feel earned.
Jigsaw became sort of obsessed with poor Jeff, because it was easy to project his twisted hero complex by deceitfully forcing the man through room after room of torment "to prove you can spare a life and stop living in the past."
If I were Jeff and Jigsaw made me BURN the belongings of a cherished loved one who passed, I, too would use one of the cruel implements he so helpfully supplied at the end of the film.
Asshole behavior across the board. John is perfectly happy with these results. He barely cares when Amanda dies, because he had come to see her as too unstable/unpredictable to be a trustworthy continuer of his legacy. Cuz he really loves fooling himself that most of his traps are escapable. What a LOSER.
He smiles when Jeff comes for him with the saw, despite the fact that he fucking knows this is gonna kill Lynn, who helped him and had already suffered enough, plus who he seemed to almost connect with a tiny bit. That's like besties for him. But no, off with her face! Why? Because John HAS to be right. He wants to prove that Jeff is never going to live a good life, but will, instead continue striving for foolish revenge? Well, hey, bud, maybe don't fucking torture him and his wife and mess with his already-unstable and traumatized head. He goaded Jeff into killing him so he could lie there like Saint Jigsaw with a halo going "*oh, dear, I so hoped that he was going to change.* But he chose wrong, game over, goodbye innocent bystander who won her game and should be allowed to live. My rules only matter when they are entertaining and gratifying to me and mah ego."
After forcing us to suffer agonies along with Jeff, the ending just feels like a mean punch in the face with no redeeming virtues. I also find it hard to believe Jeff made it THAT far in his completely unfair game, having mercy on all those other people (even if he was too slow to act a couple times) and then suddenly he turns his back on progressing in and getting out of the game.
He's dumb enough to listen to Saint Jigsaw telling him not to do that because others will suffer and "our lives" are in the balance, and then go through with it? Since when?? Because true facts, my mans never would have made it all the way through to his Holiness' room if he was that stupid. PLEASE.
Direction was solid, I could do without the Mtv "edgy" / yellow acid rock video vibe that randomly comes in, but on the other hand, it is also super endearing.
I'm so excited to move onto Saw IV, my fave! Peter I'm coming for you 😍
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acciopietro · 3 years ago
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i’m sorry this is kinda lengthy but basically peter is a huge simp for reader but he’s scared to put her in danger bc he’s spider-man but some villains find out he likes reader anyway so they attack her but he’s nearby and rushed to help her only to see that her take them out and finds out that’s she’s an underground hero so he confronts her later and it’s super fluffy and cute
silk - p.p.
pairing: th! peter parker x fem! reader
summary: in which peter’s school crush is not what she seems.
word count: 5,030
tw: mentions of abusive relationships and violence.
a/n: i hope you don’t mind i changed up the plot just a little bit!! same idea basically but just slightly different. im in a bit of a writing slump so i hope you dont mind i used ur request to try and get my creative thinking back up and running LOL. i never know what to do when making reader a superhero so i just made Y/N like silk from the comics. if you don’t know who she is, google her! she’s awesome! thanks for the request <3 BTW this is not edited bc im lazy
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PETER LIKED TO THINK HE WAS SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW WHEN TO GIVE UP. He was an Avenger, for gods sake; if he could fight someone like Thanos, then he could accurately gage when it was time to take a step back and admit that not all battles could be won. Even if he was willing to fight until his last breath.
He had liked Y/N for a while. Longer than he’d ever admit to anyone else, even Aunt May or Ned. Since before he became Spider-Man, she had caught his eye, but Peter had always been a bit too nervous to approach her. He had gotten lucky when his schedule lined up with hers for his Junior year, having five out of his seven classes with her. The only issue, however, was her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend was no match for Peter. Peter might be Spider-Man undercover, but in the daylight of his high school career, he was... kind of a loser. Y/N’s boyfriend, James, was six-foot-three and Captain of the wrestling team, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw. Peter, on the other hand, was a measly five-foot-nine and often compared himself to looking like a toddler. Aunt May said otherwise, but that didn’t change anything.
“Hey, Pete,” she smiled at him, the apples of her cheeks round as she slid into the seat in front of him. She was the only one who called her ‘Pete,’ with the exception of Aunt May. Having so many shared classes had brought forth the closest thing he could get to being hers: an in-school friendship.
“Hi,” he pursed his lips into a smile, lifting a hand up in a meek wave. Fiddling with his pencil where it hovered above his graph paper, he eyed her and said, “I, uh— I like your shoes.”
“Oh, really?” she glanced down at the black-and-white skate shoes. “I was iffy about wearing them, ‘cause they kind of make me feet look like squares, don’tcha think?”
Peter peered back down at the shoes and cracked a small grin. “Maybe a little bit. But it’s not bad, I think they’re cool.”
“Thanks!” Y/N leaned down to unzip her backpack, taking out the notebook of graph paper with a series of messy scribbles along the margins. She flipped it open, turned in her chair to face him. “Okay, so I’m assuming you did the homework? I seriously have no idea how to do this, and I figured you did.”
“Oh, yeah — yeah, I — I did the homework,” Peter nodded fervently, leaning forward over his desk so he could see her notebook. She placed it on the top of his desk, fully facing him, and pointed to the second problem on the sheet.
“So I used SOH-CAH-TOA to find this angle, but then I guess I messed it up somewhere along here....” she continued talking, explaining the process of her attempt at solving the calculus problem. Peter listened intently to her words, all while staring at the different flecks of color in her e/c eyes and losing himself the way she bit the inside of her cheek in between sentences. “Peter?”
“Yeah?” he snapped out of it. She was smiling at him and oh, shit, he hadn’t heard the second half of what she was saying.
“So do you think you could help?” she asked. Her eyes shifted over towards the clock on the front wall. “‘Cause we got like three minutes until the period officially starts and I seriously need a good grade.”
“Yeah, of course,” Peter gulped and grabbed his calculator, focusing his eyes on the graph paper and began copying down the equation from his own notebook. It was dreadfully difficult to keep his focus with her leaning so close to him, her perfume flooding into his brain and fogging up his mind. He scribbled down the solution as fast as you can.
“Oh, duh!” she slumped her shoulders. “I guess I multiplied wrong. I always screw up simple math.”
“No, you did it right the first time,” Peter gently smiled at her, careful not to keep eye contact for too long. “Just a little mess up in the middle. But all the other math was, uhm... spot on.”
“Thanks, Pete,” she nodded, tapping her fingers on the spiral spine of her notebook. “I’m really glad that — oh shit!”
She jolted in her spot, a pair of hands coming down to squeeze her shoulders. She turned around and sighed; Peter followed the hands and was disappointed to see James, her boyfriend, standing beside her desk.
“You scared the shit out of me!” she said breathily, one hand flying to rest over her heart. “Jesus!”
“Sorry, babe,” James chuckled, slipping into his spot— which just so happened to be right beside her, diagonal from Peter. “What’s good, Penis Parker?”
Peter felt his ears turn red, and he clenched his jaw, avoiding the other boys eyes and shifting awkwardly in his seat. Y/N abruptly whacked her boyfriend on the arm, suddenly frowning.
“Don’t be a dick,” she said pointedly. James laughed.
“It’s just a joke,” he lifted his hands in defense. “Parker doesn’t care, does he? Do you?”
Peter glanced up, eyes darting between James and Y/N. He only shrugged.
“It doesn’t matter,” Y/N said, scooting her chair under her desk as soon as she saw the teacher enter the classroom. “It’s still rude and immature and his name is Peter.”
“Okay, chill out,” James muttered. “Hey, you did the homework, right?”
Peter watched Y/N send her boyfriend a very tired expression, her shoulders slouching. “Seriously?"
“What? C’mon, I had practice ‘till late last night,” James frowned. “And you know how much I struggle with Calc.”
Y/N gave another sigh before reluctantly handing him her notebook. Peter watched the exchange with a slight frown, biting his tongue to refrain from saying something about cheating and morality or something equally as stupid. He wasn’t going to tattle. He didn’t want to do that to her, not that he gave a flying fuck about what happened to James.
James wordlessly threw the notebook back to her after a few minutes; she caught it swiftly and spared him another longing sort of glance before bowing her head and facing the front of the room. Peter clenched his jaw and sent a glare towards the back of James’ head; he knew he was a dick, and she knew he was a dick. So why the hell was she dating him?
There was no way in hell that James had some kind of brilliant quality about him that made this kind of treatment worth it. It’s not like he was remarkably thoughtful, or funny, or attractive. He was pleasant looking, sure, but Peter was sure there wasn’t a single redeeming quality about him.
As though he had heard his thoughts, James suddenly turned his head around and was met with Peter’s lingering glare. He narrowed his eyes at him, glanced at Y/N, and then looked back at Peter. Peter fought the urge to bow his head and shy away; he was Spider-Man for fuck’s sake! He could handle some stupid high school asshole, couldn’t he?
Peter frowned the entire walk from class to his locker, where he tiredly turned his lock and swung open the metal door as though the interaction in Calculus had taken a serious toll on him.
“Peter!” came a cheery voice from his right. Leaning back to look over his locker, he saw Ned, grinning. “You look so unhappy to see me. Is there a reason for this, or are you just, like, being moody today?”
“Being moody today,” Peter mumbled. “’Cause of stupid James Lewis.”
“Ah,” Ned said wisely, leaning against the other lockers as Peter slipped out his textbook and closed the metal door. “Yeah, that can really wreck a guys mood.”
“Yeah,” Peter breathed, watching as Y/N approached her locker on the other end of the hall. James followed at her heels, laughing obnoxiously with another boy on the wrestling team and ignoring his girlfriend entirely. Y/N took out her books, clutching them to her chest, and turned to speak to James; Peter watched as she fiddled nervously with her necklace as she waited for her boyfriend to look at her. “Why’s she dating him, man? He’s so awful.”
“I dunno, dude,” Ned shrugged. “Women are the world’s greatest mystery.”
“So are men,” Peter muttered, sending James a final glare before he and Ned turned the other way.
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EARLY THAT EVENING, just before he left for patrol, Peter’s phone rang. Which was fairly normal, considering Ned called him a million times a day and Aunt May often send him the occasional call on her way home from work. This time, however, startled him, because the name on the call was not Ned, nor was is May. It said Y/N.
“H-Hey, Y/N, hi!” Peter stammered out after pressing the green answer button, steadying his grip on his phone after it had almost slipped from his grasp. “Hello!”
“Hi, Pete,” her voice said, sounding sweet. “Sorry to call you at such a weird time. I—er— had a question about the homework?”
“Oh, yeah!” Peter held the phone to his ear with his shoulder and shot his hand out across his room; a web flung from his wrist and stuck itself onto his Calculus notebook. It soared towards him, and he frantically flipped to the most recent page. “Which one?”
“Uhm, number three.”
Peter scanned the page through the latex of his mask.
“I don’t think we had to do number three tonight,” he answered with an awkwardly laugh. Through the phone, she gave a noise of disapproval.
“Ugh, of course!” she said exasperatedly. “I always copy down the wrong numbers from the board. Thanks for telling me. Sorry to bother you!”
“No, no, you’re not — you’re not a bother!” Peter insisted in a shrill voice, grabbing his mask from the top of his head and tugging it off of his face. “Never a bother!”
With a laugh, she said, “I totally procrastinated my homework... I was totally binge watching all the Spider-Man videos on YouTube. Have you see them?”
Peter coughed rather loudly. “Erm, yeah, a few. Don’t really pay attention to, uh... to Spider-Man...”
“They’re totally awesome,” she gushed, and Peter felt heat flood up into his cheeks. “How do you not pay attention to Spider-Man? I feel like that’s right up your alley.”
“I dunno,” Peter shrugged absentmindedly. “We’ve got tons of Avengers, y’know? Guess I’m just... erm... kinda desensitized to it.”
"I’m kind of a dork about the Avengers, actually,” she said timidly. “I don’t care how many times I see Captain America on the news— I am totally mesmerized each and every time. Same with Spider-Man. I think they’re so cool.”
“...mesmerized?” Peter perked his head up. “Uhm... how so?”
“Thought you didn’t care about Spider-Man?”
Peter pressed his lips together. “I don’t.”
You dismissively waved your hand and said, “Then, I’ll stop. I don’t mean to be geeking out.”
“No, it’s okay!” Peter said hastily. “Really, I don’t mind. I think it’s cool that you think the Avengers are cool. They are cool.”
“But not Spider-Man?”
“I — well — no, Spider-Man is cool, I never said he wasn’t cool,” Peter went on. “But, I’m just saying, like... I dunno. The other Avengers are better. Like... like Iron Man, he’s awesome. Black Widow, she’s... the best.”
“Hm,” she paused. “I think I’ll be her for Halloween. You totally just sparked my imagination, thanks!”
“No problem,” he replied, willing himself not to think about what she might look like in the tight, leather suit that Black Widow wore. There was a beat of silence, and Peter was sure he had started sweating.
“Okay, well... I ought to finish the homework that we actually have to do,” she joked, a smile heard within her words. Peter felt himself grin. “I’ll see you tomorrow in class, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah— see you!” he said, and with a Click! she was gone. Turning off his phone, he tossed it onto his bed and groaned, putting his head in his hands and frowning. He was way too enthusiastic to say See you!. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed his phone again and slipped it into his pocket before grabbing his mask and slipping it over his face; it was time to patrol, not to daydream. Cracking open his window, he was gone.
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SOMETHING WAS WRONG. Peter felt it as soon as he went on patrol for the night. The streets of the city were empty, the night breeze whisking up the dust of the pavement and paving a path for no one. It was unlike Queens to be so quiet at this time of night; even at a quarter past midnight, the city was usually lively, however this night was different.
Mindlessly winging along the sides of the cities skyscrapers, Peter wondered what could be the cause of this weird occurrence. It wasn’t like someone kidnapped and hid away the entire population of Queens... nor was their some kind of alien abduction (he would’ve seen it). Maybe it was a holiday he wasn’t aware of and every happened to go on vacation at the same time. Or maybe—
“Woah!” said a voice, and before his eyes focused back into the world around him, he slammed face first into another figure. He shot a hand up as he flipped upside down, a web sticking onto one of the nearby billboards above, and watched as the mysterious figure slid down the wall before coming to a pause. He blinked. How were they sticking to the wall?
Lowering himself down, he stared at the figure. He might have been watching them from an upside-down point of view, but he could see clearly the web design on their suit. 
“Hi,” he said, tilting his head to the side as though to watch them more clearly. They lifted their head, pushing h/c out of their eyes; they had a red mask over their nose and mouth, e/c eyes blinking up at him. 
The torso of their suit was silver, with a red-and-black web pattern across their chest, however the arms and legs were black with the exception of her fingers, which were painted a bright red. Woah.
“Uhm,” Peter said again. “How’s it hangin’?”
“It’s all right,” the figure said; the voice was feminine, familiar. He felt his stomach jump for a second, as though he knew who it was, but it went away after a moment. “With the exception of you slamming into me.”
“Sorry about that,” Peter lowered himself more and crawled up the single web so he could be right-side up, at her eye-level. “Wasn’t paying attention. Hey, who are you?”
“None of your bees-wax,” she sassed, lifting a hand up. “I gotta go.”
“Woah, woah!” Peter shot out a web to intercept hers, swinging up to follow her. “Hey, c’mon! You know who I am, right?”
“Obviously,” she said, her back to him as she swung away. “Doesn’t mean I owe you anything.”
Peter frowned under his mask. “Well, how’re you also SpiderMan? Or... Spider-Woman? Sorry.”
“It’s Silk, actually,” she said exasperatedly. “And I’m what you call also SpiderMan because some nasty insect decided to bite me two days ago.”
“Yesterday?” Peter mused, still following her. “How’re you swinging so well, then?”
“Practice,” she shrugged and came to a stop on a nearby rooftop. “Are you gonna follow me all the way home, or what?”
“Oh, sorry,” Peter launched himself towards her, landing on the same roof. “I’m just... curious. Hey, were you the reason why everyone was gone?”
“Yup. Huge robbery at the edge of the city. Everyone sort of flocked outside when I got ‘em out of the place,” she said, crossing her arms over his chest. Peter stared, eyes trailing over the fine details of her suit. She furrowed her brows. “Hey! Look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you, you creep!”
“Sorry! Sorry!” Peter flinched. “I wasn’t— I wasn’t staring at your— I was looking at your suit! It’s really cool.”
“Thanks,” she avoided his eyes and rubbed the side of her head. Peter then noticed she had a bruise forming on her upper cheekbone. “I need to go home, okay?”
“Okay, yeah,” Peter nodded feverishly. “Didn’t mean to keep you.”
“All good, SpiderMan,” she gave him a salute and said, “See you ‘round.”
---
WORD OF SILK had spread faster than Peter anticipated. The next day at school, her name permeated about the hallways, whispers of her trickling around Peter wherever he went. She was the first thing Ned spoke of when Peter saw him that morning, and he was floored to find out Peter had actually met her.
Y/N was not in the calculus classroom when Peter walked in. She usually was there before him, however the seat in front of him remained empty. James, her boyfriend, came in earlier than usual, looking especially cranky. Peter gave him his own glare (which wasn’t very menacing, but he liked to pretend it was) before averting his eyes to his graph paper. 
“The hell are you looking at, Parker?” James barked. Peter shifted his eyes up.
“Nothing,” Peter said.
James scoffed and slumped into his seat, running a hand through his hair before sending a nod of a greeting to the girl who sat on the other side of him. Peter frowned at this, watching as the random girl blushed and sent a wave back. 
Right before the bell rang, as the last kids settled into their seats, Y/N speed-walked in, frantically apologizing to the teacher as she hustled into her seat. Peter sat up straighter, staring to try and meet her eyes, but she slid into her seat without looking up at anyone. 
The teacher, Mr. Bruno, began to teach, and Peter watched as James leaned over to nudge Y/N with the eraser of his pencil. She snapped her head over; her eyes were bloodshot, her cheeks flushed red, and her fist was clenched around her pencil.
“Woah,” James whispered. “What happened to you?”
She deeply inhaled through her nose, closing her eyes for a moment. “What do you want?”
“Don’t take that tone with me,” James furrowed his brow. “You did the homework, right?”
“Yes, but I can’t give it to you now,” she whispered. “Mr. Bruno’s teaching, and I’d get in trouble—”
“Oh, come on, Y/N, just slide it over,” James said dismissively. “Won’t hurt you. It’s really not that big of a deal—”
“She said no,” Peter blurted. James whipped his head around, as did Y/N. She blinked at him, e/c eyes shining, and she gave him a pursed-lip smile that said thanks, but you shouldn’t have done that.
“The hell did you just say?” James hissed. “Huh, Penis Parker? You got somethin’ to say?”
“Yeah,” Peter gulped. “She said no. Leave her alone.”
“She’s my girlfriend,” James barked. “This is our business, all right?”
Y/N said nothing, avoiding both of their eyes; she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, and Peter saw her chest begin to ride and fall rather quickly. It was then he noticed, as he stared at her, that there was a large bruise on the side of her cheek. Oh god, Peter thought. He’s hitting her.
“You shouldn’t speak to your girlfriend that way,” Peter muttered, turning back to face the whiteboard, copying down the notes that Mr. Bruno had written. “It’s disrespectful.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I’m going to take your relationship advice, Parker,” James scoffed, shaking his head. “No girl could ever date you, man.”
“Quit being a dick, James!” Y/N said rather loudly, to which Mr. Bruno finally turned around and set his eyes on her. The classroom fell silent.
“Ms. L/N, please don’t use that kind of language in my classroom,” he said gently, to which Y/N melted into her chair and nodded her head.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, casting her eyes down. She didn’t speak for the rest of the class, ignoring glares she received from James. She didn’t even turn around when they were told to work independently. Peter prayed she wouldn’t pay for his actions.
“Hey,” he said to her as soon as the bell rang, reaching over to touch her shoulder. She jumped back, eyes wide, before her shoulders deflating at the sight of him.
“Oh, sorry, Pete,” she said, her voice tired. Her eyes were still bloodshot and glistening, and he stared at her gently with concern. “Scared me.”
“Wait here for a sec,” he told her, watching as James threw his bag over his shoulder. She gave him a look. “Please?”
“Y/N, c’mon,” James beckoned her. Y/N spared Peter a look before she turned and said.
“I’ll catch up,” she said carefully. “I gotta talk to Pete.”
James glanced in between them cynically, before his malicious glare settled on Peter. He clenched his jaw and said, “Fine,” before stomping out of the classroom.
“Are you okay?” Peter asked Y/N once James was out of earshot.
“I’m just tired, I promise,” she assured him. “I didn’t sleep well.”
“You’re all flushed. And your face is bruised...” Peter lifted a hand up absentmindedly as though to graze the bruise with his knuckle, but he snapped his hand back down to his side when he realized what he was doing. Glancing back at the door, where James had disappeared, Peter said, “Look, if somethings wrong... if you’re not safe...”
Y/N furrowed her brows. “Safe? I’m plenty safe, I promise. What is this about?”
“James,” Peter said. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions, but... he kind of treats you like shit, Y/N.”
“I — he’s just...” she gulped. “He gets angry. I know it’s not good, but...”
She clenched her jaw and glanced feverishly behind Peter. 
“It’s not like I can just dump him and have everything be all rainbows and sunshine, okay?” her shoulders tensed. “He’s my first boyfriend, I... I can’t just dump him.”
Peter frowned and glanced down at her bruised cheek. “But he’s...”
Y/N lifted a hand to touch her bruise, and with a faint smile she said, “I know what you’re thinking. He didn’t hit me, Pete.”
“You don’t have to lie,” Peter pressed further. Y/N furrowed her brows. “You can tell me. I can help you—”
“It’s not from him, Peter!” she insisted and threw her backpack over her shoulder, however it accidentally whacked her water bottle than had been sitting on the corner of the desk. 
Peter, the hairs on his arms raising, lunged forward to grab it, however his fingers bumped right into hers. Lifting his eyes up, he saw that she had caught the bottle before he had. How...? he couldn’t finish the thought. She pursed her lips and turned to tuck the water bottle into the side pocket of her bag. 
“Don’t worry about me, Peter,” she said hastily without looking at him, her hand not leaving the water bottle on the side of her backpack. 
She shook her wrist around as though to try and take her fingers off the bottle, however her hand stayed put. Peter watched intently. Y/N finally settled on taking the bottle out and holding it in front of her. 
“I’m fine,” she told him firmly. “Erm — see you.”
And she circling around him without another word, starting towards the door. Peter hastily turned to grab his own bag in an attempt to rush after her.
“Wait, you left your—!” Peter picked up her pencil and turned around, but she was already gone. Sighing, he moved to put the pencil down, but something caught him off guard; a strand of a spider web wrapped around the eraser like a cocoon. His head snapped up.
No fucking way. 
---
DESPITE HAVING A good amount of classes with her, Y/N seemed to keep slipping out of his grasp again and again throughout the day. She ignored the notes he kept asking Ned to give her in History, pretending like she didn’t see him staring at her in English, speed-walking away from him in the cafeteria. Peter was sure he’d have to web her to keep her in one place just so he could talk to her.
By the sound of the final bell, Peter raced out of his last class (Physics) and practically sprinted to his locker before pushing his way down the stairwell in an attempt to reach the main entrance to the school to find Y/N. She parked her car on the side of the building, and although Peter walked the other way to catch his bus home, he decided to walk to her car. But when he reached her car, and she wasn’t there, he realized how creepy he probably seemed.
“Pete?” he heard his name, and he grimaced before turning around. Y/N was standing on the sidewalk, books hugged to her chest.
“Hey,” he dragged out, tensing his shoulders. “Uhm. Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she sighed, walking around the other side of the car to drop her backpack and books onto the passenger seat. “What... erm... what’re you doing at my car?”
“Well, that’s... it’s...” Peter pursed his lips. Digging into his pocket, he took out her web-wrapped pencil. Her brows twitched. “I found this.”
“Thanks,” she reached out and grabbed it from him. “I was looking for it.”
“No, that’s... look at the end of it,” Peter said. At this, she furrowed her brows in confusion and glanced down at the eraser, covered in silk. She clenched her jaw and said nothing. “I... you can tell me, y’know.”
“Tell you what?” she said, putting her pencil back in her pocket. Peter opened his mouth wordlessly. “What’s up with you and your accusations today?”
“Okay, in my defense, it’s kind of hard to not thing you’ve got an abusive boyfriend when he treats you — and everyone else, might I add! — like shit all the time, every day.”
“I — he doesn’t —”
“So when you come into class looking like you’re about to cry, and with a bad bruise on the side of your cheek, excuse me for being just a little bit concerned!” Peter blurted. Y/N stared at him wordlessly. “And now there’s spider-web wrapped around your pencil. And the whole school is talking about this mysterious spider-woman—”
“She’s not a Spider-Woman,” Y/N muttered, brushing past Peter and opening the door to the driver’s seat. “Her names’ Silk.”
“Proving my point!” Peter threw his arms up. “I know it’s you! Silk said the same thing!”
At this, Y/N squinted and peered at him oddly. “What do you mean Silk said the same thing? Have you met her?”
Peter opened and closed his mouth like a fish for a moment. “I — that’s — no! Of course I haven’t! When — when would I have —?”
“Ah, okay,” Y/N suddenly smirked. “Why don’t you tell me what your deal is, then? I know it’s you!”
Peter clenched his jaw. “What... don’t turn this on me! This is about you!”
“You just made it about you,” Y/N stepped forward to him, and lowering her voice to a whisper, she said, “Spider-Man.”
Peter flushed and jumped back. “No! No, that’s — I don’t know where you’re getting that from! Look at me, I can’t be — I could never be — look at me! I don’t even—”
Y/N suddenly threw her phone out towards the ground at Peter’s feet. Cutting off his ramble, he struck his hand out nonchalantly and catch the phone. Handing it back to her, he continued, “Careful with that. But, anyways, it’s not me!”
“You just caught that in less than a second,” Y/N deadpanned. “If you’re honest with me, I’ll be honest with you.”
Peter stared at her for a moment, unsure. Rocking back and forth on his feet, he squinted and said, “You first.”
Sighing, she rolled her eyes and said, “Okay. You’re right.”
“Ha!” Peter pumped a fist in the air. “Knew it!”
“Now you.”
He frowned and took a deep breath. “You... I... you can’t tell anyone.”
She suddenly beamed. “Y’know, I thought there was something suspiciously charming about Spider-Man.”
Red-faced, Peter said, “Charming?”
“Yeah,” Y/N shrugged sheepishly, her face tinged pink. “Look, I... James is...” she sighed. “I broke up with him. Right after last period.”
Peter’s face lit up.
“But... it’s not all sunshine and roses now,” she muttered. “He made a big stink about it and now he won’t stop calling me, and... he just... he scares me a bit.”
He frowned and took a step closer to her, leaning against the side of the car to face her. “I won’t let him hurt you.”
“Thanks," she said half-heartedly.
“I’m serious,” Peter said, bowing his head slightly and staring down at her. “He might be a wrestler or whatever he is, but I’m literally a superhero.”
She snickered.
“What?”
“Nothing, it just sounds funny,” she giggled and glanced away, her cheeks still pink. “I appreciate it, Pete. Really.”
She was closer to him than he had anticipated, her sweet-smelling perfume flooding his sensing and ensnaring him in his place. He swallowed, his hands twitching at his sides as he felt an invisible force push him closer, faces leaning in.  
“Hey!” came a voice from their side. An old woman, standing by the door of her house nearby Y/N’s car was parked. “You can’t stay parked there all afternoon, y’hear!”
“Sorry, ma’am!” Y/N called back, giggling. Peter laughed as well, ducking his head and running a hand through his hair bashfully. “Looks like we should move.”
“Yeah,” was all Peter could find it in him to say. She grinned and glanced to her side again. Peter followed her eyes, noticing that she was watching the old woman walk back into her house. “What should —!”
Y/N had shot her hand out, a web flying from her wrist and sticking to his side to pull him in and press her lips to his. It was hasty, the kiss, and just as she pulled away, she beamed and slid into the driver’s seat.
“You want a ride, or what?”
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a/n: okay i kind of love this a lot. its cute. 
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candlecoo · 2 years ago
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Alright so another question about the aristocracy/nobility in Itunear, how expansive is the nobility? Are there noble families still heavily involved in government or is nobility more a reward for doing good by the people and Kingdom?
Furthermore is there a peerage for the Kingdom? Heraldry of any kind? Take your time with this ask as I’ve found that researching the topics I’m asking about can be quite time consuming.
Have a great day!-From the Red Tavern
lordgrimoire this is a long time coming but this ask is what inspired me to rethink Itunear's language and how it works causing me to actually write it out, congratulations.
So the Itunear branching royal family can choose to take a role in the government, though it is not mandatory. Currently only two other members of the royal family have filled a position within the government, that being Hisashi's uncle who is a law maker in Ontsa and Mikumo's aunt who is a production and import director for the crown.
Though whether they decide to serve the country or their community they still hold a title or peerage of their own.
But before that I just want to mention heraldries, so I do plan on having them I just need to come up with symbols and animals for it...
But for peerages it's a bit different than those in European countries, Itunear is an oceanic country at heart so with that in mind that's where I drew inspiration. But I also didn't want to use words that already had meaning in another language so here's where the whole me writing a language comes in...
So with Itunear peerages each have different classifications. Other than the first two no two are more important than the other, they just come with different benefits.
They are:
Malio (mah-lee-oh) - one who rules[ruler both a title and name]
Vherio (veh-heh-ree-oh) - those who rise[those who share blood or are related to the ruler]
Meihola (meh-ee-hoh-lah) - reserved for guards, warriors, and heroes
Dinmesu (deen-meh-soo) - jounier to ruler in authority, land over seers and of law makers, mayors
Caunona (Cah-oo-noh-nah) - consistents of healers, artisans, craftsmen, field experts and entertainers.
Jiano (jee-ah-noh) - fisherman, farmers and simple craftsmen.
Someone can also hold more than one peerage in Itunear like for instance the legend of the dancer, they could hold both the title Caunona and Malio when they married the queen.
Also some of the pronunciation has changed to fit the sound structure of the Itunear language
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rayshippouuchiha · 3 years ago
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Aideku au where no.1 hero deku (or a diff name) has to stop hero work temporarily after an injury (in a battle against afo? Idk) and works at us while he’s healing to “help the next gen of heroes” (WITH a teaching license)
And he does analysis for the hero students and teaches them it so they can improve and find villains weaknesses
He’s constantly bursting into aizawas lessons and class 1A is like “huh. He’s smart. He’s the no.1 hero. He seems like he’s friends w aizawa even tho he seems annoyed. What if they…got together???”
So they start planning on how to set them up and try to get the other teachers in on it. Monoma sees this and is like “no way VLAD SENSEI WERE HELPING U SEDUCE THE NO1 HERO”
Meanwhile aizawa is annoyed bc his husband keeps interrupting his class and now the students are up to something. Izuku on the other hand revels in the chaos he’s caused while having tea w nedzu
Okay okay no I love this.
So Izuku, #1 Pro Hero Dekiru, ends up getting browbeat into taking some time off by a combination of Shouta, his mom, his agency, and Toshi-sensei giving him sad eyes and going "don't make the same mistakes I did, my boy".
But, of course, Izuku being Izuku, he's going stir crazy in under a week.
There are only so many cold case files Naomasa will let him get his hands on and he was banned from stepping foot in any police building outside of an emergency by day 3.
Shouta's threatened to divorce him if he sets up one more conspiracy board in their apartment after the last two migrated from his office to the living room and one of the cats got tangled up in a bunch of the string and sent one of them crashing down at 3 am in the middle of them having "quality time" and startled both of them so bad that Izuku shattered yet another headboard and Shouta had to both get his capture weapon repaired and dodge Hizashi's questions about his limp for the next week.
Plus there's the fact that his main PR agent Hifumi-san has threatened to kill him herself if he tries to revive his HeroTube channel again after that last scandal/debacle with those anti-mutant Gang Orca haters he threatened to fight in front of All Might and all of the Gods. (He's holding onto control of his official Twitter account by the skin of his teeth at this point too because he won't stop tweeting controversial but entirely true shit but he won't let her take his #DekiruRants from him too.)
So he's obviously running out of things to do and has resorted to playing online CAH with Nezu since they've been banned from playing online chess/shogi/checkers/9 deck go fish/Minecraft/all terraforming games/and monopoly specifically together by Shouta and the others.
Which is, of course, around the time Nezu has a glorious idea. Maybe Izuku should put that teaching license he got the last time he broke his leg and had some downtime to use.
So Izuku, faced with the opportunity to spend more time with Shouta during the day and to, frankly, get the fuck out of the apartment in a way that won't get him in trouble, instantly agrees.
It only takes two afternoons of seeing Dekiru beaming up at Aizawa-sensei, patting Bakugou on the head and cooing about how "Kacchan is growing up so well", hovering over Todoroki, and giving the entire 1-A class ridiculously detailed analysis on their quirks before 1-A decides that they have to have him for keeps.
Thus begins their earnest efforts to Parent Trap Aizawa-sensei and Dekiru.
Monoma of course can't allow that to happen which results in Vlad King (one of the only staff members who doesn't know Aizawa and Izuku are married) also being put on the spot.
Aizawa's less than pleased about that, especially since Vlad's crush on Dekiru is basically an office joke by this time.
Bright side though, Izuku's not bored anymore.
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jamespotterthefirst · 4 years ago
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Prelude (Ethan x f!MC)
Book: Open Heart, Book 1 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1.5 K Premise: Three moments leading up to their fateful meeting.
Author’s Note: In which I try to explain why MC didn’t know what Ethan, her medical hero, looked like. Also, my (late) fic for the book 1 replay. Thank you @aestheticartsx​ for pre-reading!
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Three.
Harper frowns down at the file in her hand, her sharp gaze burning into the collated papers as though coercing them to solve their dilemma once and for all. From the end of the table, Cyrus lets out an inpatient sigh.
“It's very simple, Harper,” he drones. Ethan's fists clench reflexively at his sides, urging to remind Cyrus that Harper is the chief now and warrants more respect than his insufferable tone is offering. “The last spot should go to the candidate from Harvard. We are the best hospital on the east coast, after all. It only makes sense.”
Harper looks unconvinced and still, her pensive expression remains fixed in the file.
“An ivy league degree does not a good doctor make,” Naveen adds sagely into the ensuing silence. His smile is placid enough but Ethan knows the older doctor well enough to hear the warning edge in his voice. Evidently, even Naveen disapproves of Cyrus's lack of respect for their new chief.
Cyrus scoffs.
“And if you need further proof of that, Doctor Cyrus,” Ethan begins dryly, eyes boring into him. “Then look no further than your side of the conference table.”
A few attendings—at least the ones who have become increasingly tired of Cyrus's boastful proclamations about his alma mater—laugh quietly at the jab. Cyrus splutters, his face an unpleasant shade of red as he glares daggers at Ethan.
“This candidate,” Harper says at last, unaware or uncaring of what she had just interrupted. Her two lone words are enough to command the room's attention at once, but her hazel eyes are on Ethan. “You're convinced she's the best fit for Edenbrook?”
Ethan meets her eye and pauses.
It's the first time they look at each other directly since he ended their relationship two weeks prior. Despite the brief time apart and an unshakeable resolve to be professional, his stomach sinks heavy, like a stone.
Harper looks as graceful and dignified as ever, keeping every emotion in check. Yet, as she holds his gaze, Ethan can see a small flicker or sadness and his stomach twists with guilt.
“I'm positive, Chief Emery,” Ethan responds. “This candidate exhibits the type of potential we look for at Edenbrook.”
The use of her new title seems to snap Harper out of a reverie.
“She graduated top of her class and ranked in the top percent among our chosen cohort of interns,” Ethan continues. “I've also looked into her research and it's among the most promising I've seen. I recommend her without reservations.”
With a single nod and a sense of finality, Harper closes the file.
“Then it's settled. We have our last intern.”
“You're joking, Harper,” Cyrus blurts out, incensed. “We're giving a coveted spot to the candidate from UCLA?”
He says the name of the school with so much derision, Ethan feels his ears flare up.
“That Doctor Ayala?” Cyrus continues.
“Doctor Allende,” Ethan corrects, jaw clenched.
“Don't we have enough charity cases in the cohort already? This is token—”
But the vitriol is quickly interrupted by several things happening at once: Ethan darting forward, fists ready; a startled, collective gasp from the other attendings; Naveen, quietly intercepting Ethan and halting his steps with a steady hand, a feat that is impressive for a man much older and shorter; and Harper, also on her feet, directing a disgusted look at Cyrus she doesn’t bother to disguise behind professionalism.
“I would think very carefully about finishing that sentence if I were you, Doctor Cyrus,” she says, her voice low but with the impact of a clashing gavel. “And I ask that you address me as Chief Emery moving forward.”
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Two.
“If you end up marrying someone with a Boston accent,” Laurel is saying with a devilish grin. “I will never be able to keep a straight face when they talk. Pahk the cah in Hahvahd Yahd.”
Her older sister peers at Lilac over the flaps of an open cardboard box, the glint in her eye growing wickeder still. “Imagine what they’d sound like in bed. You're so fucking gawgeous, dawctaw—”
Before her sister can escalate that impression into disturbing territory, Lilac silences her with a well-aimed pillow. It succeeds in hitting Laurel straight in the face but also in turning her laughter into a cackle.
“Are you going to help me pack or not?” Lilac says sternly, though the effect is entirely ruined by the smile that manages to break through.
Laurel raises her hands in defeat and returns to packing Lilac's books neatly. They work in companionable silence for a few minutes with nothing but their favorite music blaring from the speakers of Lilac's phone.
“Is this the book?” her sister asks suddenly, turning a worn textbook in her hands and studying it closely. “The one written by your medical crush?”
For some inexplicable reason, Lilac feels her face flare with heat. “He's not my crush.”
“You just worship the ground he walks on,” her sister returns, flipping through Diagnostic Principles. “Though, you're right. In order to have a crush you'd need to know what he looks like.”
Laurel reaches the back cover, frowning. “Why wouldn't he add an author picture?”
Lilac says nothing, biting the inside of her cheek. She can't blame her sister for being curious and a bit disappointed at the lack of visual representation. After all, Lilac had felt crestfallen when all she found in the author's information section was the green and blue Edenbrook logo.
“Maybe he's a private man and doesn't like his picture out in the world? Maybe he wants aspiring doctors to focus on his research and not his looks?”
“So he's either really hot or really ugly,” Laurel returns, unmoved by Lilac's impassioned speech. “Have you ever tried looking him up online?”
Lilac had been tempted many times, but she was fiercely adamant about keeping her medical hero a mystery outside of his work. It already felt invasive enough to track down his undergrad research and every other minor paper he'd ever written. When it came to Ethan Ramsey, Lilac had searched every corner of scholarly journals and databases, absorbing every piece of his work with an adoration that was already embarrassing enough.
Plus, she would never admit it out loud, but she was also afraid that knowing what the brilliant doctor looked like would somehow ruin him for her. Or at least, alter the image of him she had constructed in her head for so many years. It felt right to continue seeing Dr. Ramsey as the brilliant force that pushed her into her dream career and not as a definitive set of features.
“It doesn't matter what he looks like. He's the best and I'm going there to learn from him, not to judge his appearance.”
“I'm Googling him,” Laurel announces, already typing furiously into her phone. After a few seconds, her phone returns results and her eyebrows shoot up, staying suspended for longer than normal.
“What?” Lilac asks despite herself.
“Wow.”
“Wow what?”
“Just… wow.” Laurel stares down at the screen with such awestruck amazement that Lilac feels a powerful wave of curiosity. “He’s shirtless in some of these.”
“What?” Lilac yelps, feeling her face flare up at once. 
“Yeah, apparently you’re not his only fan. Tons of people have taken his picture.” Her sister seems to blink out of a trance, turning the screen toward Lilac. “Here, see for your—”
But Lilac turns her gaze away almost out of reflex.
“No!” 
The word comes out far more impassioned than Lilac intended. Still, she resolutely turns her head. “That feels...invasive, somehow?”
“Come on—”
“I'm serious, Lau. I don't want to see. I'm already nervous enough about this whole thing without having to worry about this wow-worthy revelation. And besides, taking someone’s shirtless picture without their consent and posting it online is already bad enough. It feels wrong supporting that.”
Laurel rolls her eyes.
“I'm going to see him in less than a week anyway. With clothes. In a professional setting. As I should. If I waited all these years, I can wait that long.”
A knowing, devious sort of smile pulls at her sister's face. She mumbles something over the music and Lilac can swear it sounds oddly like: “...worth the wait.”
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One.
Ethan should have taken the broken and sputtering coffee machine in his apartment as an omen. His morning definitely declined from then on, starting with gridlock traffic and ending with an infuriatingly long line at his favorite coffee place.
The ultimate lack of coffee is probably his fault because Ethan had spent too much time deliberating whether or not he wanted to go with store bought coffee on what promised to be a grueling day. When he had finally made up his mind, however, the line was already out the door.
Irritated and caffeine deprived, he drives back to Edenbrook.
“You're earlier than we agreed,” Naveen says as soon as Ethan accepts his incoming call. “What was the point of rearranging the whole schedule if you were going to come in when you pleased anyway?”
“I'm not even through the gates yet. What are you spying on me?”
“No need. You forget how predictable you are.”
Naveen chuckles as he says this which eases some of Ethan's irritation. The older doctor had purposely scheduled him later in the day to give him some peace on the first day of the new intern cohort.
Naturally, Ethan arrived several hours early, as per his custom.
“Or maybe you know me too well by now.”
Naveen's benevolent laughter turns into a dry but lingering cough on the other end of the line. Instantly, Ethan's insides freeze over, his stomach sinking unpleasantly.
He opens his mouth to question his mentor about this persisting symptom, when sheer reflex prompts him to stomp on the breaks so suddenly, his body jerks forward then slams against his seat.
“Shit.”
Something—or rather someone— had crossed the parking lot road right in front of his car, standing mere inches away from his front bumper.
“Ethan?” Naveen asks through the speaker.
When Ethan recovers and regains movement of his arms and legs, he feels the spike of adrenaline give way to pure annoyance.
The offending pedestrian is a young brunette clad in blue scrubs, a medical intern by the looks of it. She stands there in the middle of the road, her mouth hanging open in a way that would have been comical to Ethan if he wasn't so irritated.
They stare at one another, though Ethan is convinced she can't see much through the tinted glass.
Then, right before his eyes, she seems to recover from the shock. Drawing herself to her full height, she glares at Ethan. At least, he thinks she's glaring through the dark lenses of her sunglasses.
Ethan almost scoffs.
She has the audacity to be angry when she was the one who made the rookie mistake of aimlessly crossing in front of him?
Who the hell does she think she is?
“Asshole,” she mutters, the word quite audible through his windows.
Before a stunned Ethan can respond, she turns on her heel and rushes toward the hospital, a curtain of dark hair dancing behind her.
“What was that?” Naveen asks, still on the call.
“I hate interns,” Ethan responds much to the older doctor's amusement.
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Author’s Note: In other words, my MC was late to her orientation because of Ethan and that’s how she met him in the waiting room lol. Thank you so much for reading! 
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heyiwrotesomethings · 4 years ago
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You Laugh, You Lose (But Really You Win)
Emi Fukukado (Ms Joke) x They/Them Reader
A/N: Prepare to get Rickrolled in the most loving way possible! Your quirk is Compulsive Competitiveness. It pushes your body past its limits to achieve any goal as long as it's presented as a competition. Unfortunately, it can’t work if the competition is physically impossible to do. However, you could find loopholes. For instance, if Hawks challenged you to a flying competition you could try your luck piloting an airplane! Like with any quirk, this one has its drawbacks. Overexhaustion will cause fever and intense drowsiness! Hope you like it! Word Count: 1,665
(Y/n) had been diligently grading papers in the Ketsubutsu Academy teacher’s office when they heard a distinct peel of laughter coming from somewhere down the hall. They rolled their eyes and smiled, turning to the next page of the paper they were currently grading, fully aware that they would soon have their hands too full to continue. Sure enough, a few moments later the door slid open and Fukukado Emi slipped inside. She snickered and waved to the students laughing in the hall before fully entering and closing the door behind her. She didn’t take long to notice the other teacher in the room and quickly made herself at home by sitting on the edge of their desk. She kicked her feet out playfully and beamed down at the other teacher who had yet to look up from their papers.
“Hey there sugar plum! Do you like raisins?” Emi asked, completely unprompted.
“Good afternoon, Emi. Did you get Shindou You’s recommendation letter for that internship done yet?” (Y/n) asked, their eyes still scanning the paper before them.
“Aw, come on (Y/n),” Emi whined, poking at her colleague’s head, “Answer the question!”
“I don’t know,” (Y/n) shrugged, finally looking up from their papers. “They’re tolerable I guess. I don’t go out of my way to eat them.”
“Okay, how do you- how do—“ Emi fought to speak through her own giggles and (Y/n) had to bite the inside of their lip to keep from doing the same, “how do you feel about a date?” Emi finally got out before breaking down into full on laughter, a light blue aura rolling off her skin.
(Y/n) snorted unable to control themself. Their hand reached to cover their mouth as their own laughter escaped to join Ms. Joke’s. “Emi,” they tried to admonish, “that wasn’t fair! Using your quirk to make me laugh at some cheesy pickup line that probably took you two seconds to find on the internet! Have you no honor?!”
“Hey, what are you talking about? That was totally hilarious!” Emi pressed her hand dramatically to her chest, a dazzling smile over her lips as the blue aura receded.
“It doesn’t count and you know it.” (Y/n) spoke with finality. “If you want a date, you have to make me laugh without using your quirk. That was the deal remember?”
“Why did I agree to such a thing?” Emi moaned and slouched over (Y/n)’s papers, laying across the desk with her arms crossed over her chest.
“You’re the one that came up with it.” (Y/n) deadpanned. “If you proposed a date like a normal person I would have said yes two weeks ago.”
“Why not just laugh then?” Emi asked, booping (Y/n)’s nose with a gloved finger.
“Because I’m compulsively competitive. You should have considered my quirk before making that wager.” (Y/n) reminded, swatting Emi’s hand away.
“Just you wait, (Y/n)! You better find something nice to wear this weekend because I’m going to catch you off guard before the week is out!”
“That’s what you said last week,” (Y/n) smirked, “and the week before that.”
“I mean it this time! Prepare yourself!” Emi clenched her fist righteously.
“Alright,” (Y/n)’s smirk softened, “now, could you get off my desk please?”
“Oh yeah, sure!”
(Y/n) pinched the bridge of their nose as they watched Emi purposefully remove herself from the desk in the most exaggerated way possible. It was going to be a long week.
***
(Y/n)’s quirk, while not as flashy as other hero quirks, was not one to be taken lightly. Their compulsively competitive quirk allowed them to push themself passed their limits physically and mentally as long as it was a task posed as a competition and wasn’t too outside of the realm of possibility. No contests to see who could breathe the most powerful fire ball if you can’t breathe fire in the first place. However, their quirk did help them achieve the highest grades when they were in school and even when faced with stronger opponents they managed to come out on top more often than not.
Of course it didn’t come without drawbacks, a high fever and dizzying fatigue could be quick to follow depending on the intensity of the competitive event. And although Ms. Joke’s little game came with very minimal risk and required little effort on (Y/n)’s part, weeks of steeling themself, preparing for any quip or improvisation, was starting to take its toll. Even though (Y/n) would love to just give in and go out with Emi, their quirk was not one that could simply be turned off whenever they wished. There had to be an outcome.
“You okay, Sensei?” A concerned student asked once (Y/n) trailed off for the third time in their lesson.
“Hm? Oh yeah, sorry everyone. I’m just not feeling well today.” (Y/n) admitted. “Where was I?”
“Search and rescue in rural settings. Are you sure you’re okay, teach?” Another student asked, watching (Y/n) lean heavily against the podium.
“I’ll be okay. It’s just that Fukukado-sensei has been really testing my limits these last few days.” (Y/n) explained. They didn’t bother to omit the reason for their condition since Emi had been anything but subtle in her attempts. Many of them had been grand public jests anyway. It would be hard to find a single student who didn’t know what was going on between the two teachers.
“Yeah, I thought she had you for sure when Fatgum came in as a guest speaker and she followed him around with a tuba all day.” One student recalled.
“Or when she climbed to the top of the flagpole at the school entrance and the back of her pants got caught so the fire department had to come get her down.” A student from the back giggled.
“Let’s not forget that failed bend and snap attempt when she almost threw out her back trying to seductively pick up a pen.” Someone else added.
“Yes, yes. Hilarious. She’s lucky Fatgum is such a good sport,” (Y/n) sighed, fighting themself internally not to laugh at all the shenanigans their colleague had gotten into, “Now, back on the topic of— wait, do you guys hear something?”
Sure enough, somewhere down the hall, muffled music could be heard steadily growing louder and more clear as the seconds progressed. Before (Y/n) could get to the door and see what was going on, the door slid open and Emi stormed in with a large boom box over her shoulder and a microphone in her hand with a long chord that was attached to nothing dragging along the ground.
(Y/n) bit the inside of their lip hard as they took in the ridiculous outfit Emi was wearing that made her look like a poorly put together hammerhead shark. Emi wobbled into the classroom as best she could with her legs confined in the fabric of her outfit and rose her flipper holding the mic to her lips to join in with the song playing over her shoulder.
“We’rno strangers t’ looooove, ya know derruuules n’so do I. A f’ll cermmitment's whert’m thenkin’ ooooof. You wouldn' gettis frem any otter my!” Emi sang loudly, horribly off key and changed the words just enough that the song was still familiar but sounded like complete nonsense. As she continued on she waddled closer to (Y/n), occasionally tripping but somehow managing to save herself as she continued to ‘sing’.
The students in the classroom were howling with laughter and (Y/n) could feel their skin growing hotter as they fought not to join in. They couldn’t hold for much longer, but they sure as hell were going to try.
“Ner gonn give oo erp, ner gonn lert oo derrrn, ner gon rune arund n’ dezert you. Ner gonn merk moo my, ner gonn smay smoosmy, ner gonn tellalie n’ dirt coup!”
(Y/n) could taste blood in their mouth from biting their lip so hard. They covered their mouth tightly with one hand and the other braced tightly against the podium as their quirk pushed them passed their limits until- they couldn’t hold it in anymore!
(Y/n) laughed so hard that tears fell from their cheeks. Emi saw this and smiled brightly, continuing to ‘sing’ as she basked in her victory until (Y/n) spoke between bouts of wheezing laughter.
“Cah—catch me.”
“Huh? Oh!” Emi dropped her boom box and mic to the ground with little care and caught (Y/n) in her shark fins before they collapsed to the ground. “Are you okay?” She asked, all previous cheer replaced by worry.
“I’ll be okay. My quirk over exhausted me,” (Y/n) explained between deep breaths, “I hope you don’t mind waiting until next week to collect your winnings because I’m a little too sick to function in public right now.”
“I’ve waited this long. What’s one more week?” Emi smiled, “Although I do feel bad. This is kind of my fault after all.”
“You could come by my place and make me soup and grade my tests while I sleep, that would make me feel better.”
“Way to take advantage.” Emi huffed, “Alright, not really the kind of date I had in mind, but it’s a start!” Emi hoisted (Y/n) into her arms to fully carry them and addressed the waiting students, “Okay guys free period, go nuts.” (Y/n) gave Emi a tired, warning glare, “Okay, well, don’t go nuts, but do whatever you want... within reason. See you Monday!” Emi then awkwardly shimmied out the door. One of her hammerhead eyestalks caught the doorframe on the way out which earned another round of subdued giggles from the class. As she made her way to the nurse’s office, Emi smiled down at the sleeping teacher in her arms, excited to see where their relationship would go.
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“Oh shit!” Emi cursed as she tripped forward, unable to regain her balance with the added weight in her arms. (Y/n) jolted awake as they came in contact with the cold, unforgiving floor.
“Emi!”
“Sorry!”
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loz-cah · 1 month ago
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So, When did you all meet for the first time?
Sky: I’ll take this one.
Time: Go ahead.
Sky: I found Warriors when he was 18. He found Legend when he was.. I think 16?
Legend: Around that.
Sky: Then both of them found Time when he was 11, then he found Twilight around 19, then Twilight found Wind around 19, then Time found Wild at 21, then Wild found Mind at 16.
Legend: And I found both Spirit and Four at 15, in between Twilight finding Wind and Time finding Wild.
Sky: Did you? Huh.. Yeah I think you did.
Legend: You’d dare question me?
Sky: I was just making sure.
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jcmorrigan · 4 years ago
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001 - Tales of Zestiria?
Favorite character: It's a tough call between Maltran and Symonne, and Lunarre is trailing right behind both. I tend to call them the "Heldalf Squad," but make no mistake, Heldalf himself isn't part of it. I just like his swagalicious minions. The dry and sarcastic political manipulator, the sadistic and wordy theater nerd, and the flamboyant cannibal who hates everything. Yes. LOVE. But I have to give a shout to my boy Dezel on the hero side! Angsty/stoic characters are very hit-or-miss with me, but Dezel is the flavor I love - obvious soft spots and quirks, and slowly he builds from being antisocial to showing how big his heart is. When he stops the woman from leaping off the Guinevere tower...that's one of my favorite scenes in the entire game, because you can see when the switch flips, when he realizes that he CANNOT stay aloof any longer when there's a stranger's life on the line. He's still a grump about it but a compassionate grump.
Least Favorite character: Heldalf. His backstory is really clever, and I like the curse on him. But he himself just feels like Ganondorf but more boring. I kinda hate that he's so vanilla when his three lieutenants are in my arsenal of pet villains from the vastness of fiction. Also shout-out to Chancellor BART in the opening Ladylake act, because I distinctly remember liveblogging this to a friend, and I played Zestiria *after* Berseria (I'd loved Berseria and that's why I eventually sought out Zestiria) so here I am just comparing up the corrupt church in Ladylake to the Abbey's suave rogues gallery like "Yeah no BART has nothing on Lady Teresa Linares." Thankfully BART was never seen again.
5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): DezeRose, SorMik, Symonne x Coco Atarashi (The World Ends With You), Alisha Diphda x Sergei Strelka, and...I swear you have to bear with me here...Zaveid x Anna (Frozen). I also kinda wanna note a couple ships I'm on the fence about for my other favies - those being Maltran x Ebony Maw (Marvel Cinematic Universe or Marvel Ultimate Alliance) and Lunarre x Arkham (Devil May Cry).
Character I find most attractive: Dezel. It is a scientific fact that guys with pointy teeth are just hotter.
Character I would marry: Maybe Dezel, maybe Sergei. I wouldn't want to take them from those I see as their wifeys, but at the same time, they are husband goals, both of them.
Character I would be best friends with: Catch me clinging to Maltran's train and she drags me along annoyedly as I yell "PLEEEEAAASE LET ME HANG OUT WITH YOU GUYS" and Lunarre is losing it laughing while Symonne rolls her eyes
a random thought: So I toyed around with basically every accessory I picked up, and I decided to put the sideburns on Rose because fuck gender roles. Well then I just got used to seeing her with facial hair in every cutscene where her 3D model was used, and now I headcanon that she does get it. Maybe nonclassical CAH intersex? Like, I don't necessarily see her as trans (but I support everyone who hc's her as such) but moreso "a cis woman, but I grow this stupid damn facial hair like a dude and I don't get why." And this is why you shouldn't let me play with customizable accessories on RPG characters because I can and will abuse my privilege to headcanon.
An unpopular opinion: That this is actually a very good game. Listen, I think I get it - the initial marketing promised something far different. And that's disappointing. But coming back to it several years after its release, after the release of its PREQUEL, when I never had that hype building up...it actually exceeded my expectations. I held off from it for a while because I thought Eizen's fate would make me too sad, but that didn't end up the case at all. I actually had just come off playing a more recently-released triple-A game that was hyped up for years, and I completed it to my satisfaction in 20 hours. $80 for 20 hours. Zestiria gave me my money's worth in comparison; it took me about 60, and I loved just how MUCH story it had to offer me. I honestly like Rose better than Alisha anyway (Rose was one of the biggest aspects that interested me about playing it in the first place). I've also seen complaints that the characters weren't well-developed enough? Which I just kinda take to mean "They didn't angst enough." Listen. There are PLENTY of games out there if you want angst and sad stories. I don't really like sad stories in my games. I like adventures where the party is a goofy foundfam that jokes around with each other and helps each other work through shitty situations, and that's EXACTLY what I got. (And Berseria really worked on me too because it kinda started at the bottom of the angst barrel, then worked its way up through "The edgy and tortured protag has gained a party of idiots and oh noooooo she's learning friendship and happiness.") Dezel's death is one of the few game deaths that just made me SATISFIED to watch instead of depressed because of the closure he got and the themes tied into his final moments and sacrifice. I loved going on this adventure, I loved the idiots who I went on it with, and I loved seeing what Glenwood had to offer me in world design the further I explored.
my canon OTP: There's not much for canon romance in this game, come to think of it. Just subtext and some flirting. So I'm blanking on if there actually were any canon couples at all.
Non-canon OTP: DezeRose! Which maybe can be considered almost-canon based on the amount of subtext, but still. It's adorable. (And it's the exact same dynamic as EiRoku except M/F and a thousand years later. I need these four to double date...the dual-wielding goofs with their edgy, grumpy Reapers...)
most badass character: Rose! Not only able to wield the Shepherd's Armatization powers, but also to be a dang good assassin on her own, able to hold her own against Heldalf before she even had her eyes opened to seraphim! Though a shout-out goes to Edna because her armatization was my favorite to play with. There's something just satisfying about bashing the enemy in front of you with a pair of GIANT FISTS
pairing I am not a fan of: RoseAli. To be honest, it was at one point something I kinda enjoyed as a third-tier ship for Rose (Dezel first, then Lailah in second). But then...Alisha's Story. I didn't actually purchase it, thank goodness, just watched it on YouTube, and it was the most grating addition that anyone could've made to this game. First of all, I can sum up the issues with Alisha's Story by reminding everyone that it canonized a secret entrance to Camlann that was much easier to get to and wasn't protected by Muse's sacrifice. But the real thing that hurt to watch was how far down they had to knock Rose and Alisha's friendship to get them to rebuild from scratch. Rose claiming she was never Alisha's friend because she's grieving Sorey? The two of them getting into a PHYSICAL FISTFIGHT over it? Nope nope nope. That's not my Rose. Even less my Rose is that whole scene where she...you know...pounces on Alisha to dress her in the silly noblewoman's dress, and it's framed like...let's just say it's really uncomfortable to watch if you don't know the punchline is just a silly outfit. Even though Alisha's Story isn't canon in my head, it still really killed any buzz I had for RoseAli. I will also say I'm not a big fan of Eizavie - first of all, EiRoku or bust in this house, and second, I have a little bit of a hard time seeing Zaveid as mlm due to how much he goes on and on about The Ladies(TM). (Though I could see Eizen as having a tiny crush on him, though. Just like "Oh no he's hot but he's connected to Aifread's disappearance help")
character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Mostly just in Alisha's Story. I was mad about the aforementioned Rose stuff, but also...like...they undid Lunarre's original cathartic death, they did so to team him back up with Symonne and then do a whole fakeout that they had Maltran with them too, but Maltran is just an illusion and immediately after this, Lunarre and Symonne just decide "Yeah, we're not gonna work together anymore, have a nice life." Why does Maltran need to stay dead if LUNARRE somehow survived EXPLODING? And just...look to next question for more clarification:
favourite friendship: I just want to imagine that Maltran, Lunarre, and Symonne were weird evil friends. The kind who'd take artistic selfies and caption them "Murder and mayhem with my besties!". Maybe they even had a sibling dynamic. They were all pretty dang jaded, so I like to think they sat around sometimes talking about the things in this world that did them wrong. The reasons they were drawn to Heldalf. Heldalf himself wouldn't have cared, he would've kicked them around like disposable tools, but the three of them were too entrenched in his dogma to see it. Maybe if they met up again after he was off the board...then they'd sing a different tune. Realize they're all three better than this, and now they're gonna do things THEIR way, because remember when they made a three-point attack on Glenwood and Sorey was barely able to keep up with them wrecking Lastonbell AND Pendrago AND Glaivend? Remember when Lunarre and Symonne had each other's backs the night Dezel died? Now they can do what they want on their terms! And I just - I have many MANY feelings about these three.
character I want to adopt or be adopted by: Okay silly self-insert time but the thing is, Archibald Snatcher (The Boxtrolls) and Roman Torchwick (RWBY) are my two favorite parental f/o's (and also my OTP to end all OTPs), and I have this thing about how they'd be PERFECT crime dads to Symonne in particular because she's like a little, more theatrical Neopolitan. So there's a universe in my head where Symonne is basically already my little sister, and I look out for her - well, okay, she's a seraph with powerful Artes and I am a powerless mortal so really she looks out for me because "I suppose SOMEONE has to make sure you don't die" and I am grateful to her for it.
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dadzawa-adopt-dabi · 5 years ago
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dabihawks headcanons
did anyone really expect me to do a different couple?
Unfortunately Dabi puts more effort into the relationship at first than hawks does.
Dabi treats the whole thing like a realationship the moment they kiss.
keigo treats dabi like a bootycall at first and then realizes that Dabi actually wants this. wants the Keigo behind the Hawks.
dabi did a bunch of research on animal based quirks when he saw keigo’s 3rd eyelid for the first time. he asked spinner questions and found tsuus blog and read up on hawks.
the hero/villian boyfriend thing is not as big a deal as they thought it would be.
keigo loves to cook for dabi and is slowly learning how.Shigaraki talking to hawks: what do you mean you dont know to put the hard vegatables in first? they have a longer cook time! have you never played cooking mama?!
The entire dam league knows keigo is a spy and they find it hilarious.
the first time he wants something for himself is when he wants to stay just a little longer at the league base and play CAH. 
dabi gets keigo to stop wearing gloves 24/7. actually the first time he meets the league hes forgotten his gloves and the fear of his talons being seen, even clipped, almost makes him snub spinner and shig who both go to shake his hand.
Switches. both of them.
keigo likes to rub lotion on dabis scars.
kiego starts talking back to the commision and cutting his hero hours back for dabi.
keigo becomes the hero baby him would have wanted him to be because dabi and the leauge
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plucky-belmondo · 5 years ago
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HCs - Eternal Devotion
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[ * = his name, as I found out weeks ago, is pronounced “ca-moo” instead of “cah-mus”, apparently it’s a French thing :Oc ]
🔱 Height difference [ I HC C/amus to be at least 6′4 ]
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🔱 I’ve mentioned this before, but his heart jumps when Summoner!Plucky says his name. Like, imagine a soft-but-cheery voice saying “Camoo*~”.
🔱 Is not the type to use nicknames at all, he always addresses Plucky with “milady” or “princess”. There are a few times, however where his tongue slips and he calls her by name.
🔱 Like my self-ship with Rein, there’s so much pining between C/amus and Plucky it’s not even funny. M/arth was the one who convinced C/amus to confess to the short summoner.
🔱 How their S-Support went
🔱 Camus’s favorite hobby to do with Plucky is read about the other Heroes. Should Plucky fall asleep, he carries her back to her personal quarters and watches over her.
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gojosattoru · 5 years ago
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Awwww Cah honey @ocarinnas​ thank you so much for tagging me!! ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ It made me very happy :D Haven't been doing these kind of tag games for some time!! *hugs*
I tag: @atsushisnakajima​ @nakkaharachuuya​ @princess-yonas​ @kawaizumis​ @nozakis​ @todorokih​ @publicsafetybureau​ @zoldyckie​ @zenitsua​ @alice-chan-chan​ @usagiyamah​ @koi---kun​ @sougu​  @kurozero @aleuay @hxkawa @erenyegar @chiamis @tmakisamajiki @matsuohkarin @tatakaeeren @vanizai @misakarose ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡~
ONE / Name: Ana
TWO / Birthday: 22nd Sept
THREE / Zodiac sign: Virgo Moon in Scorpio
FOUR / Height: 5′3″ (158 cm)
FIVE / Hobbies: coloring, editing, movies, anime, playing video games, hearing music
SIX / Favourite colours: blue, black, red, purple, orange
SEVEN / Favourite books: i don’t read much tbh.. but my fav of all times was harry potter lolol XDDDD
EIGHT / Last song listened to: shingeki no kyojin s3 ost track K2
NINE / Last film watched: i can’t remember lolol but i think it was when I re watched Sherlock Holmes Game of Shadows ^^
TEN / Inspiration or muse: all people are my inspiration on here ♡ ♡ without them I wouldn’t have last on here seriously! they all have kept me going further and develop of who I am today! with their support and motivating me everyday have created my style and bloom what I do now! ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
ELEVEN / Dream job: Illustrator
TWELVE / Meaning behind your url: by the looks of it, it already shows what it means XD aizawa shouta is my amazing hero hubby~~ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
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kaaras-adaar-a · 5 years ago
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🌌 - What’s your favorite part of rp? 💔 - What’s something you dislike about your muse? 🌅 - What’s your favorite season/weather? 🎲 - Do you have a favorite board game?
Questions for the mun!
🌌 - What’s your favourite part of rp?
Honestly, there’s two. First, getting to learn about everyone’s AMAZING muses and getting to write new things with them, explore relationships and make new friends. Honestly, I love so many of your OC’s and just ugh, I adore Dragon Age OC’s sooooo much. 
Second would be getting to explore and learn so much about my own muses. If I hadn’t Rped Kaaras for so many years, I’d still know so little about him, but because I’ve seen him tossed into SO MANY different situations, I have just learned so much about him, and he STILL surprises me at times. I love that
💔 - What’s something you dislike about your muse?
Mmmm, once I would have said Kaaras’ moodiness, but tbh... I kind of have embraced it now? It’s a part of him and it’s something that I have come to learn to love about him. I think my biggest thing is that I worry Kaaras is boring because he’s a good guy? I dunno... I just feel like people kind of get bored of the hero type, because that’s pretty much what he is, even with his many flaws. I just worry he might be boring or too repetitive. 
🌅 - What’s your favourite season/weather?
Winteeeerrrrrrr
🎲 - Do you have a favourite board game?
Gotta admit, I’m like... REALLY picky about what tabletop games I play. Things like D&D is way too much for me and I like to make my OC’s HERE, not on a table top boardgame. Weird since it’s basically the same thing, but also I dunno... I prefer to share my characters with strangers online then RL people, it’s like my Clark Kent life LOL. It’s my escape from real life here, I guess? 
SO in saying that... I’m picky, and also not really invested... Like an hour MAX for a game and I’m fucking done and need to do something else because I’m bored. Which is why I like the Game of Thrones board game because it’s timed. Either win or the Wildlings come and kill you all if you can’t X’D. It’s great. Also, I like a card game called Do you Meme. It’s fucking great. It’s like CAH but with MEME pictures. 
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