#civillians under attack

[all-with-angel]

Ho is u magic?

❥ Magical Girl!Satoru x Injured civillian!Reader

❥ Injury on reader, fem!reader, porn with sorta plot, oral(m!receving), p in v, creampie, mating press, hints of a breeding kink, overstimulation, lowk mean but also pathetic satoru, this is nasty

Masterlist || MDNI.

Gojo Satoru who was just another guy in highschool, maybe anti social and closed off. But then, one night, a stray shooting star landed in the middle of the schools field while he was sneaking around to meet with his plug (Suguru) or sumthin.

Now, instead of his cute, girly and typical magical girl-esque classmates finding it, he did. And from then on, he was pretty much a superhero to japan. (And it didn't stop there, multiple other magical girls popped up! Each one more manly and muscled up than the last! LOL)

Magical Girl!Satoru thought that if he saved the world once, the curse blessing of being a magical girl would go away. So he saved the world from villains, fueled by embarrassment and spite.

Then he did it again.

And again.

And again.

But now, he is literally in his late 20's and is still a goddamn magical girl. He's learned to accept it, just like the rest of the world when they were given these insanely overpowered magical girls saving the world everyday for almost 10 years now!

His kind of situation is kind of the norm nowadays, hero agencies popping up to regulate the pretty magical heroes and their fanmail and merch.

That brings us to today where...

You get caught up in a villain attack in the middle of your commute to your boring, mindless corporate job. Some sludge-y looking monster wreaking havoc and flipping cars while you struggled to get away.

As you try to get away, you notice a kid get stuck under rubble and pull them out after a bit of struggle, but at that point, luck wasn't exactly on your side. The monster had noticed you and shot out some kind of purple-colored beam at you.

That was moments before you were pushed back by the sheer force and into a wrecked car, brain already fuzzy from the pain and the weird beam.

When you blearily open your eyes, you see a group of Magical Girls taking down the monster. One of them notices you and flies down to you immediately, from the bright blue eyes and snow-white hair, you recognize him as your favorite Magical Girl, Satoru Gojo.

Magical Girl!Satoru is able to easily heal physical your injuries but noticed that you had been corrupted by the monsters super evil hypnosis beam! Oh no!

Worrying for your safety, he carries you into an evacuated apartment building and sets you down on one of the beds. He explained your situation and wanted to help you! And helping you just so happened to mean giving you two 'doses' of his purifying magical cum!

You were definitely not saying no to that NAH NAHHHH

Magical Girl!Satoru then guided you softly, lifting up his pretty pink skirt to reveal an equally pretty pink tip (which was already leaking because god knows the last time he was able to fuck) and gently tells you to suck it.

Trusting his words and not really wanting to risk the chance of becoming a part of that sludge monster, you put yourself to work despite your brain starting to go foggy. From sucking his stupidly long cock or from the corruption, you weren't sure.

Magical Girl!Satoru who let himself be just a bit meaner after seeing the glassy look in your eyes, cooing and mocking you for literally going stupid just from his cock alone. (yes, he knows its the effects of the corruption but he can't help but tease you)

He started using your head as a fleshlight- large hands in your hair, his voice condescending as he warned you not to choke on his dick too much, because he was already so close to giving you your first dose of his magical cum!

The second his warm load hit the back of your throat, you felt yourself snap a bit back to reality- Gagging as you swallowed his magical girl cum with obscene gulps.

Magical Girl!Satoru pulls you off with a groan, pupils blown out as he looks down at your spit-stained lips. You cough to the side and he pets your hair, telling you how well you did and that you're almost fully healed! Good job!!

With surprising ease, he flips you onto your back- Your vision blurring with how quickly he manhandled you into place. Magical Girl!Satoru coos at you, voice patronizing as he pulls your panties off and points out how soaked you already are.

Magical Girl!Satoru gives you some reassurance while giving your clit some loving pats- As if he were encouraging a dog. And if you thought your brain was clearing up, now you're damn sure it wasn't the second you felt him push his fat and pretty cock into you.

Tears prick at your eyes at the stretch, a mix of pain and pleasure as he kisses the tears away, telling you that it was only halfway in and that you could definitely take the rest of him like a big girl!! It was necessary to heal you after all!!

Eventually, he pushes his entire length into you, groaning at how warm and mushy your insides felt around him. He whines the second he bottoms out, complaining about how he wants to start moving already- before choking on his words pathetically when he felt you flutter around him.

Magical Girl!Satoru is pouting at you, begging you to let him start moving (so he can get rid of the corruption inside you, ofcourse!! You didn't forget about that, right?)

You nod weakly, brain already numbed by the 'corruption' and Magical Girl!Satoru's stupidly big cock inside of you. You would've loved to appreciate this sight more- if you could fully process anything other than feeling so so full- but Magical Girl!Satoru looked so pretty like this, hair slightly tousled and his usually pristine costume was loose around him, a little bit of grime from his previous fight with that sludge monster on his thigh highs.

Magical Girl!Satoru clicks his to tongue at your wordless approval, saying something about how he had to be quick lest the corruption melt your brain any further!! He grins as he starts moving in and out of you, the veins on his cock dragging deliciously on your walls.

You never thought that the famous Magical Girl would be a whiner, but he was just that. He couldn't help the sounds slipping from his lips as he tried his best to move at a somewhat reasonable pace :((( He was still being considerate of you adjusting to his size after all :(( You barely registered the cracking sound above you, the headboard getting crushed under Magical Girl!Satorus grip.

You could barely focus on anything else other than the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you- That warm coil in your tummy tighetening quickly despite the 'painfully slow' as Satoru would word it, pace that he was fucking you.

Magical Girl!Satoru bit his lip at how pretty you looked, gasping and shaking under him as he could practically feel you approaching your orgasm- He couldn't help it when his hand moved down to play with your clit as he sped up his pace, hips stuttering when he felt you pulse and flutter around him- effectively cumming around his length.

"Fuckfuckfuck-" Magical Girl!Satoru whined, barely in control of his own movements as he pounded into you faster, shockwaves of overstimulation moving up your spine and short circuiting your brain even more than the corruption could.

You unconsciously tried to crawl away, but it was no use when Magical Girl!Satoru grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto his cock over and over and over. Almost merciless as he was desperately apologizing and gasping your name. " 'm sorry, 'm sorry I c-cant stop fuck- 'm sorry,"

You couldn't do anything except moan and gasp under him, the overstimulation and mean pace pushing you further closer to the edge again.

Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse (or better), Magical Girl!Satoru grabbed your thighs and folded you into mean mating press, hitting your g-spot sooo good that you couldn't help but scream from how good it felt :((

"I know I know- 'm sorry, have to- have to make sure it takes," Magical Girl!Satoru reassured in between his own gasps. "To- ah, h-heal you ofcourse."

You couldn't help but whine at that, walls clenching around him as his hips stuttered and you could feel his warm, magical girl cum fill you up!! You could feel the throb of his cock with every pump of his release pouring into you, the obscene sounds of it echoing within the dimly lit room.

The pleasure was enough to make your mind go blank, and you were pretty sure you passed out for a few seconds.

With a final thrust, Magical Girl!Satoru let go of your legs and slumped on top of you- Sweat covered costume sticking onto your skin as his weight slowly grounded you to reality.

After a few moments of only labored breaths shared between the two of you, Magical Girl!Satoru finally spoke up. "Y-you're healed now!"

And yeah you were healed, but you were also pretty sure that your legs would be out of commission for at least a little while.

How this headcannon post lowkey turned into a full smut fic I don't know. All i know is that i was up at 3 am and horny 🙏

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[fuzzybirdie]

Hero of Changing Faces

Warning, 'tis a bit sweary. Enjoy!

Ch.2 The MOTHERFUCKER Of All Time

The GODDAMN Joker was attacking the GODDAMN ammusement park in the middle of the GODDAMN school holidays! So Duke was a teensy bit pissed.

Today was supposed to be fun! Everyone, including Tim and Alfred, had made sure to clean up their scheduals enough for a family outing, and they managed to pull steph along as well!

Everything was going well so far too! Sure, Damian couldn't stop scoffing at this couple yelling 'Ghost!' All the time, and Tim and Jason were trying to one-up eachother at all the carnival games, (before being absoloutley demolished by cass), but it was fun! They Were having fun.

And then the motherfucker of all time hijacked the roller coaster.

Alfred had managed to sneak everyone's costumes into their day packs, probably foreseeing something going wrong. Either way, this meant that everyone could sneak away and change to fight the Joker.

After getting changed, Signal charged towards the announcer's booth, running into Nightwing on the way. Nightwing who looked pale and terrified. "B went ahead to the roller coaster!" Nightwing called. Ah, Signal's question must've been obvious.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Signal called back,

"Not as a civillian! He went in before it got hijacked!"

"Fuck!"

"Red, Orphan, and I are en route to the rollercoaster" Red Hood interupted "Robin's on his way to the announcer booth, and Spoiler is on evac duty,"

"Roger," Nightwing grappeled past a group escaping one of the rides, "Signal and I will randevous with robin. B is among the civillians on the roller coaster."

"Understood. We'll be in touch once the civvies are safe. Over and Out."

The announcer booth was surrounded by goons, who were taken care of easily enough. (Thank you, pepper spray bottles of sleeping gas!) Leaving the door wide open. Nightwing and Signal crept in, the only hint of their (re: Signal's) presence was the lights dimming and the shadows growing.

The Joker had set himself in the middle of the moniter room. He'd somehow found the time to inflate an air matress and was now lying down, eating popcorn, and kicking his legs like a schoolchild.

"Oh boo!" The Joker cried as the rollercoaster judded to a stop "they didn't even get halfway up! This show sucks!"

Robin took this moment to reveal himself both to his brothers and the Joker by attempting to skewer the latter through the arm. "Oh hi, little Robin!" Joker cackled as Robin missed "Come to watch the show? Though," he looked at where Robin's sword had punctured his matress "That was really rude. Guess I can kill you now!"

As Joker pulled out a gun to shoot at Robin, Signal manipulated the light of the moniters to blind him. Nightwing's escrima crackled into his exposed back, and he was down.

Something clattered out of the Joker's hands along with the gun. Signal had a closer look at it while Nightwing cuffed Joker and Robin shut down all the rides.

"Joker had a deadman trigger!" He practically shrieked into the comms "Get everyone out of there now!" Looking closer at the moniters, it was easy to see the bombs at the bottom of every other support. Thankfully, with Robin having turned off the rides, the safety bar had let go, and the other bats had gotten all the civillians off the ride. Unfortunately, they were still in the blast zone.

Red Robin turned to say something to the civillians. Then this white haired kid practically threw Red Hood into Orphan, who was checking someone for injuries. With everyone behind him, the kid threw out his hands, as a sheet of ice grew from them. The ice seemed to thin to stop anything, but it covered everyone quickly. Once a dome had formed the ice began to thicken.

Then the bombs detonated.

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[texanmarcusdavenport]

A short & inexhaustive list of war crimes committed by Douglas Davenport

(Technically, by definition, none of these are considered "war crimes" since they weren't committed during war, but wtv)

Using children under the age of 15 in armed conflict (marcus, debatable since his age is unknown + hes an android)

Use of banned weapons such as biological/ chemical warfare (the cursed skull, various death rays etc that he def doesn't have any sort of license for)

Unnecessary destruction of property (destroying the lab)

Attacking civillians (donald + leo)

Torture (mentioned in Bionic Action Hero, though i doubt he did it himself)

Taking hostages (donald again)

Compelling service of hostile forces (forcing hostages/POWs to work for you, i.e what he planned to do w Adam Bree & Chase)

[lazarusrisingx]

Return to sender

yan!sylusx reader

tw: stalking, surveillance, fem!mc, not the MC in LADS, yandere activites but really tame.

some word vomit before i have to go to a work meeting!

the sylus brain rot is so real rn.

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He had stayed up again.

sylus was usually awake throughout the night. He didnt enjoy the sun because of its effects on his evol, so he was primarily nocturnal. Even then, he was usually back to sleep before the sun came back up.

But not tonight.

The room around him held very little light. aside from the computer monitors that lit up his face, and a few shafts of light that peeked through his blackout curtains.

Sylus sat at his desk. A deep chestnut brown color with black metal legs and handles on the drawers. A crimson coaster held a glass of half drank wine, and two bottles sat opened beside him, both empty.

He stared intently at the screen, his eyes could practically burn a hole in the thin glass display. One leg was tossed over the other as he leaned back in his chair.

She had been on his mind again.

At first it was nothing but curiosity. A silly linkon civillian he had met one night. She had been strolling around staring at her phone when a wanderer appeared.

It had destroyed a small food stand. Night dwellers went scattering, screaming in fright as the monster began attempting to pick people off, one by one.

Until it came to her.

She fell onto the pavement as it pounced on her, eyes beginning to glow a beautiful deep purple. one hand held up to stop the beast.

And not a tremble or stutter came out as she began to talk to it. Her voice slinked into Sylus’ head like a melody he couldnt quite understand.

The entire world stood still as that melody played.

“Stop!” She had commanded.

And the beast listened.

Sylus had watched in shock as the young women extracted herself from its grasp. Her body trembling and face ashen, citizens looked on in awe as she stood up, only a few scrapes on her elbows and the palms of her hands. The beast was frozen in place, gaping maw still ready to attack.

“Sit down.” She said.

That melody in Sylus’s head grew louder. pulling him in. The words repeated over and over like an echo, forcing its way into his bones, making his legs want to bend. A few people around her sat painfully hard on the concrete, staring, waiting for the next command.

The beast let out a wail, as it bent its hind legs and sat on the ground.

The young women never broke her concentration on the creature. and the longer Sylus stood the louder her voice scraped and shredded at his brain. Willing him to sit, pressure built in his ears, his breath held, he couldnt look away.

The sound of a car skidding to a hault was faintly heard in the eerily quiet environment. Sylus didnt even notice the Hunters who sorang into action, not until one of them grabbed the young women and yanked her away from the wanderer as gun shots rang out.

The women was soon to faint. Her lips dry and cracked, her brows knitted together as if she was in pain, and the glow of her purple eyes was still visible under her closed eyelids.

This was the first time he saw her. The first time he had ever seen someone with an evol like this.

His interest in her began as something purely buisness like. It was clear the young women had control over not just wanderers, but normal citizens.

Sylus didnt know the extent of her abilities. From the looks of it, her primary control mustve been wanderers. If he could harness that, give her money and convince her to help him take out high level wanderers for their protocores, the money to be made was enough to make him salivate.

But now, now, he sat at his desk. His eyes locked onto the monitor in front of him, watching the sleeping girl toss and turn.

Something about her was… alluring. It was strange. Sylus wasnt someone so easily distracted, but he couldnt get the image of her out of his head. he couldnt get her voice to leave him alone. those few words she had said rang in his ears day in and day out. Entire meetings had gone by where he couldnt pay attention because this silly civilian stayed stuck in his brain.

He hated it. At the same time he wanted to see her. Not from a distance like this. He needed to talk to her. To interact. he needed to hear that voice again. Was it curiosity? no. this felt like something deeper.

Sylus looked away from his monitor, watching the clock tick by on his wall. he finished off the small amount of wine he had left, and rubbed his eyes. In all these years that he had been alive, he had never felt so… captivated. It was if she still held something over him.

Maybe she did. Maybe, the reason he couldnt stop thinking about her, the reason he had to hold himself back from going to her home just to be in her presence, was because her evol still lingered on him.

atleast, thats what he told himself.

He glanced back at the computer screen, barrowing his eyes a bit as he watched the women sit up. Her knees were brought to her chest as she hung her head, shoulders trembling.

what had happened?

Sylus’s heart skipped a beat. He had hardly looked away for a moment could she have truly gotten hurt in that time? Should he go save her?

Sylus savored that thought in his mind. He could see it now. Her trembling form pressed against him, his arms encircling her, holding her tightly to him. She would look at him like a hero.

For once he could be the good guy. The savior.

Movement on the screen drew Sylus back to reality. She had gotten up. feeling around on her dresser for her phone. the screen lit up her face, but the cameras angle couldnt capture her expression. The women put her phone to her ear, seemingly speaking to someone. Her shoulders relaxed as she slowly sat down on her bed, face tilting up just enough for Sylus to catch a glimpse of a smile.

How… Interesting.

His heart twisted in a foul way. His mind swam with questions. Who was on the other end of that phone? What was she saying to them? What did she sound like?

Was he.. jealous?

His eye twitched with annoyance. A new mission for kieran and Luke formed in his mind. Take her phone, put a bug on it, and let him have access to whoever was making her smile with such ease.

He needed to know more about her before he could finally get himself to speak to her in person. Sylus needed a plan to insert himself into her life.

Purely for buisness reasons.

With a soft click, Sylus shut the computer off. It was getting late, and he was getting tired.

He closed his eyes and leaned back. those purple glowing eyes burned into his memory.

Soon. He couldnt take much more of this.. incessant pestering. She had to know that she was on his mind. She had to have something to do with why he felt how he did. Maybe this was the after effects of her evol.

Or maybe he was actually going insane.

Sylus stood up, pushing his chair in and made his way over to his bedroom. He pulled back rhe covers, and pulled off his shirt before climbing inside of it. tomorrow night he would have her phone bugged. and after that, once he had enoigh information, he woukd pounce.

there would be no escaping him. Even if he had to tie her in his basement and force her to use her evol, he would get whatever he wanted from her

[neodymiumcuilz]

ISRAEL BOMBED AL-BAQA CAFÉ, BOMBED A SCHOOL WHERE PEOPLE WERE SHELTERING, AND RUTHLESSLY SHOT DOWN MORE AID SEEKERS.

The Al Baqa cafe was one of the only places with some stable internet connection, and a place to charge your phone. It was known for great food, views of the ocean, and fresh air. A place for families, artists and journalists. A peaceful refuge.

On June 30th, Israel dropped a 500bl bomb on the cafe. It is destroyed completely, and slaughtered over 30 people. 50 were injured - most are in critical condition. They used a bomb used to destroy tanks to bomb a cafe with civillians.

"A missile from an f16, a military aircraft, not a drone or a bomb or a shell from a boat, the f16 shook the place. It struck this place as you can see, pools of blood, piles of martyrs. I mean, if you had seen the scene from the beginning, there were piles of bodies."

"The bomb was like an earthquake, I arrived and there was blood everywhere. I saw men martyred, I saw women and girls blown apart. This is a rest area, this is a café. People come here to have a cup of tea, to get away from the troubles of the world. From all the pain we see in Eastern Gaza. They come here to breathe, look at the destruction here. It's indescribable. The blood you see around you says everything."

Among the 30+ ruthlessly slaughtered, were children, artists, athletes and journalists. Journalist Bayan Abu Sultan was severely wounded.

Artist Amina Al Salmi, aged 36 was also killed. This was her final painting.

Shared to her Instagram page 10 days before she was killed. Captioned; "The blood of the Martyr, blood scented with cardamom."

Malak Musleh, was a well known young boxer from Gaza. She said five years ago while being interviewed;

"It is common in our society that this game is only for boys but I liked this field of sport, since I started practising it gave me a great positive energy. I believe it is normal for girls and boys alike to practise it, as for me, I will not stop, will continue in this sport and develop myself so that I can fulfill my dream of representing Palestine on the world level."

Her friend, Nidaa Al-Masharawi, she arranged to meet Malak at the café. They had an argument, and Nidaa brought Malak a giant Teddy bear as a peace offering. Both young women, with their aspirations were murdered by Israel.

"My sister, Nidaa Al-Masharawi, was 23 years old. She was taken from us too young, before she had a chance to blossom. May God bless her. What else is there to say?" -Nidaa's brother, Mohammed Al-Masharawi says.

The Al Baqa cafe was in an area NOT under evacuation order. Or military activity warnings, a so-called "safe zone" - but there are no safe zones in Gaza. "Safe zone" is a sadistic misnomer. Nowhere is safe in Gaza.

In response to this, Israel claims to have taken steps to mitigate civillian harm by using aerial surveillance of the area. This is a seft report, if Israel was closely surveilling that café, that means they must have known that the cafe was teaming with civilians. They just bombed the place anyway.

In the last week, the coverage has been on artists at concerts and musical festivals chanting, rather than the brutal, brutal massacres that took place.

They try and try to protect the people that enact these atrocities. Israel also gunned down 20 people who were starving and trying to find food on the same day. This "GHF" has killed 700+ people, mostly young men looking for food.

Isreali soldiers have admitted to being given orders to shoot civillians who were unarmed.

This GHF is designed with the intent of deliberate starvation, and criminal gangs have been armed by Israel to loot aid. The blockade happening since March never ended. Just a trickle of aid people are forced to risk their lives for.

Al Jazeera’s Hani Mahmoud, reporting from Gaza City, said survivors of the attack at the GHF site recounted being afraid to pick up the dead because they were afraid of being shot as well.

“The number of Palestinians killed while trying to get food has now crossed 700. This is happening in a place where enforced dehydration and starvation is widespread. People are going hungry. They ration what little they have. Many families are not eating. Mothers are skipping meals to make sure their children have enough,” he said.

The IOF also bombed a school. An UNRWA school where people were sheltering. Killing over 50 people, mostly women and children. They bodies were charred and black. And broadcast on social media like the rest of this genocide, but to absolutely no avail.

Zahwa Salmi, who survived the attack on al-Shafi school in Gaza City, told Al Jazeera the bombing happened early in the morning while displaced families were sleeping.

“At around 2:15am [23:15 GMT], we heard the sound of something devastating explode in the hall,” she recounted.

“People were shouting: ‘There is no god but Allah! Help us, someone!’ But then we no longer heard any sound from them.”

Israel itself isn't even bothering to make claims of proportionality. They just say "Hamas" and move on. Because they can, and the world will stay silent, and there will be no, absolutely zero accountability.

If this world has even a shred of humanity and justice, then Israel would have been dismantled a long time ago. I was going to look up how this all violated international law, but I won't. Its pointless, international law means absolutely nothing anymore. The UN means nothing. The Geneva or Genocide Conventions mean nothing. These systems meant to protect us mean nothing, this is dangerous beyond words. Can't you see? Or have you just scrolled already.

One of the groups Israel murders are journalists. Israel has killed more journalists than the US Civil War, World Wars I and II, Korean War, Wars in Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos, Yugoslav Wars, War in Afghanistan and the Ukraine War COMBINED. They brutally murderd journalist Ismail Abu Hatab, who already survived an assassination attempt.

Please don't forget.

[kybelles]

Oh, thanks for that anon answer post, it was nice to see it from someone who abasolutely loves the book and can criticize in good faith. I have many thoughts on this, especially also coming from a colonized country, but I’ll not write long.

I die on this hill: Vere vs Akielos is NOT a one sided colonizer vs colonized situation, in this area there’s no much higher moral ground either way imo, YET: it’s unconfortable to see Akielos’ colonizing acts (like “initiating” an invasion of “foreign land”, confirmation they took veretian children as slaves, etc) get recognition in text, but not the colonizing acts of Vere under the same hard light. The lack of akielon culture signs or mentions of mixed people in Delpha is SUS AS HELL, if not a total giveaway, and there’s no recognition of the very possible genocide and other war crime Vere commited there on its conquest.

Although we know by book lines that Laurent went through his deconstruction view on dehumanizing akielons, a lot by proxy on his change of view on Damen himself (I LOVE his vows to Egeria statue also for that closure, he’ll give his life for akielon people, your honor!), BY FAR we don’t get the extended process, many and long paragraphs, we see in Damen’s POV. It’s unconfortable to watch it in details only from the very char who went through the most dehumanizing acts by that nation's court. ALSO YES, I wish we had seen Damen argue more against giving Delpha away, using strong arguments Theomedes surely had plenty; A superficial read can make it sound like “retaking a land that stopped being ours generations ago and veretians deserve to lose it because they suck”, simplifying Theomedes being a warmonger, and Vere a victim of unprovoked invasion.

(I will not even go into how maybe the whole thing influences some racist readers taking veretian racist views AS FACTS instead of the condemnable racism its meant to be taken as. Akielos as less developed barbarian land? I wish Damen had enquired after veretians sewage system too, if the aqueducts were not enough to open eyes.)

OK, i already yapped enough; No need to publish or answer in any way, I'm only nodding my hat at you, have a good day <3

hello lovely quel ❤️ thank you for this insightful and clever message because you make so many good points!

that's exactly the essence of what i was trying to say: "BY FAR we don’t get the extended process, many and long paragraphs, we see in Damen’s POV." SPOT ON! i get that these books are from damen's pov and naturally we're only intimate with his private thoughts but to me this doesn't change the fact there's a certain bias in the narrative. it's bizarre how little damen thinks about the whole "let's give delpha back" thing considering he fought in the war to win it back and is the heir prince and military commander. it's bizarre how even though prior to kr he was fiercely proud of his country and his culture, he has this endless internal shame about the "warmongering" views of akielos in kr as if vere wasn't literally hiring vaskian raiders to attack delpha. 🤨

i'm all for the message that war is something to be avoided as much as possible because it's alway the civillians who actually ends up getting hurt. but why is it always at the expense of akielos? why is the non-white nation always the core of the problem? because pg clearly shows there are some veretian lords who would be pleased by a meaningless war. we are explicitly told damen never thought about the veretian civilian perspective until marlas. fine. but at no point is the reverse applied. veretians never reckon with how their expansionism or aristocratic militarism destroyed akielon lives. the narrative doesn't bother sympathizing with akielons either.

nikandros for example: delpha was his home for the last six years. for him, delpha is more than a military post, it is legacy. a return. something symbolic, not strategic. its recovery is framed by damen himself as akielos’s greatest victory. it is not a conquest, but a reclamation. yet his grief over losing delpha is barely covered. damen doesn't feel a significant guilt over handing it to vere without an argument and even slowly comes to the "realization" that it was the right thing to do all along. if that's not a biased narrative, i don't know what is. 🫠

[charleecat-bat]

Amy and Knuckles in my Superhero AU

Miss Amy Rose on the surface is seen as a very typical girly girl, she likes shopping, cooking and fashion and is usually found socialising with friends or partaking in her hobbies at home. But this is not all she appears to be, she's a bold, proactive and expressive girl, but due to a mix of pressure from social circles and and being raised to in a town where she was expected to act a certain way, she's kept this side more on the down-low... although it doesn't help that people overlook her while she's 'Amy Rose'. But she showed her more spunky, tough side under a tomboyish alter ego, Posey Pockets, when she discovered her abilities, involving an extreme amount of strength for someone of her size and as well as pull things seemingly out of nowhere which she soon discovered was her being able to store things in a small pocket dimension she dubbed 'Hammerspace', where she keeps mutiples of her iconic Piko Piko Hammer. She's a force to be reckoned with and doesn't hold back when its' time to fight. Even as a super she's been overlooked by many a villain, but she was all too willing to prove them wrong.

Knuckles, as he was nicknamed by his newfound friends, is a soul from a long distant time. He lived among a mystic island hidden in the sky, Angel Island. He lived among his tribe that worshipped and protected the mystical Master Emerald. He was dubbed one of the Guardians of the Master Emerald due to being blessed with powerful abilities, not only an unnatural amount of strength and endurance but the ability to bend the element of earth at his will. Whether he doesn't remember what happened to him, or has simply kept details of his backstory to himself, it's unknown. But he was summoned trapped inside the emerald, kept in a stasis within for thousands of years. The mysterious floating island was known within the world but due to massive size of it as well as the multitudes of traps and ruins, it remains massively unexplored and history behind the ancient ruins of the echidna clan remains unknown. But eventually the Master Emerald was discovered, and due to it's massive size and apparent connection to the island and hints of it being powerful. It was taken to be studied. The notorious thief, Impress, heard about the giant emerald and set to attempt to steal it. During her attempts to steal it, she inadvertedly freed the trapped Guardian that was sealed inside. Upon awakening, Knuckles quickly became confused and panicked. He was in an unfamiliar place, with strange sounds, smells, sights and so much more. And seeing his clans sacred emerald so far from home, and feeling from this spot his island was suffering without it. He flew into a panicked rage. His rampage made him appear as an attacker and he quickly got attacked by officers and other officals. The barrage of bullets, screaming and all these 'new' things just worsened his panic and rage. Some of the heroes, such as Sonic, Twin Turbine and Posey Pockets came to the battle to confront this attacker... but would discover the truth, that this was just a young man that had suddenly come into a time that was scary and new, and he and an important item to him were far from home... the emerald was eventually returned and Angel Island was restored. To the public, who dubbed this echidna superbeing 'Groundbreaker', the echidna is hidden on the island, occasionally coming down to help and then returning to his isolated home. But really he has been helped among his newfound friends as they try to show him the modern world, helping him keep his true echidna identity secret, especially as he is unfortunately unaware echidnas extinct; the poor guy has only been told that 'not many have been seen'... As his 'civillian' self, Kalumn Rose, he's seen as just an awkward, quiet and shy tenrec guy and Amy's cousin (it was her idea). He does work as a park ranger in nature preserves and volunteers in animal shelters, were he adopted his service animal to help him adapt to this stressful new world.

[markerofthemidnight]

I made a list of all the DoaI characters we know of so far and any information on them that might be relevant, use this for theory-crafting (and correct me if you think there’s anything I should add):

Dreams of an Insomniac - Characters

Volume 0 - Haunted Halloween PSA

Tommy Merrick

Overarching story’s protagonist

Visiting old family home, vaguely recognises the things on the tapes and even knows a Veldigun (possibly either Winfrey or Simon) personally

Has to do something in Lankmann’s Asylum (post-collapse)

Owen Grady

Reporter who wrote the OG Bizzare Break-In article

Rick Graham

Owner of Grimmso’s

Sean Grim

Listed as “Sceptical Civillian” in Volume 0, but his segment of the report was shown to be scripted in In Loving Memory

“To think they said our small-town representative was corrupt…” <- possibly Lankmann?

(see Volume 1 segment for Alex Williams)

Officer Kenneth Krueger

Father of Klaus Krueger

Attacked by Clyde in 1986/7(?), became riddled with Veldigun cooties, and was experimented on by Lankmann until his death in 1996

Death was faked in 1987, claiming he had hung himself in his son’s closet (complete with a forged suicide note, which may possibly be a real note twisted to look like one due to the heavy distortion and blurring of the final paragraph?)

Mortimer Grey

In-house animator for the Lankmann Foundation

Most famous for work on cartoon series Candy Mouse

Possibly riddled with Veldigun cooties?

Mr. Wilson

Father of Sam Wilson, one of the children “eaten” by Clyde on Halloween ‘86

Got “eaten” by Clyde the following January

Wife still alive by the time Family Photo Album takes place, or at least wasn’t “eaten” by Clyde

Clyde, or “The Smiling Snatcher”

The first(?) Veldigun to make itself known in Eastridge County

“Infant” (by Veldigun standards) during the events of Halloween ‘86

Used to hunt children, now has a preference for adults

Uses taunting and psychological manipulation to get to its victims

Can wear the skin of its victims, though wether this is literal or just an extension of its hallucinations is unknown

Volume 1 - Foundation Archives

Alex Williams

Lives on 66 Elk Crescent

Partial witness to Halloween ‘86, was interviewed by ECN shortly afterwards on the same night(?)

Was put under “witness protection” by the Lankmann Foundation, borderline forced to join the asylum shortly after its founding

Going to meeting with someone “very dangerous” after the events of the recording of Volume 1

Someone that they care about has been “hurt” by the Lankmann Foundation, in a mysterious incident that will probably be touched on in the mini-volumes

Doctor Herbert Lankmann

Founded the Lankmann Foundation in 1990(?) with money inherited from his late father (who he probably murdered)

Pays the police to hide all the unethical things he does

Has mechanical hands and screens fitted into/replacing his eyes (likely a more accurate and trustworthy version of the goggles?)

Became more aggressive, alongside the Caretakers, after an unknown “incident” (likely the aforementioned one that hurt one of Alex’s friends)

Patient 66

Lived on 45 Elk Crescent

Abducted from her home by the Caretakers for unknown reasons

Described as “about in her 30s” by Alex, shows no obvious sign of mental illness and is physically fine

Went into Room 66, encountered Winfrey and didn’t die???? (the first time at least)

Probably died the second time (and got her voice stolen)

The Caretakers

Silent, stoic henchmen of Lankmann

Wear masks and goggles at all times

Winfrey, or “Specimen 02”

14-foot tall Veldigun, kept within Room 66 in the Lankmann Foundation

Auditory hallucinations come in the form of distant music, the knocking of doors and windows, the voices of people who aren’t actually there, etc

Took the voice of (and probably killed) Patient 66 the second time it encountered her

All things in mind might actually be pretty passive for a Veldigun? (didn’t kill Alex when they first entered either)

[poraphia]

I saw some of your posts about Tommyinnit’s clinic for supervillains and I had never heard of it and now I’ve finished it in a day lol. Could you do a hero reader x siren where the hero reader knows Wilbur and siren knows the civillian reader and one day they’re in a battle and realisation and emotional shit goes on. I’ll leave you to decide what happens and whether someone dies :)

"Slow Your Breathing, Look At Me."

pairing • clinic!villain!wilbur x hero!reader 1958 words • 9.24.23 containing • depictions of weapons, deep wounds, broken ribs, angst, wilbur and reader are heartbroken my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

"Tell me you're not Siren. Tell me I'm not just some hero that fell in love with a supervillain."

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“WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT LET THEM GET AWAY!” Dream growled. Before he could utter another word, he used his telekinesis to throw a car at the flying Zephyrus.

The Syndicate had robbed the most successful and popularly known bank in L’manburg. Not only was it the bank thousands of citizens used, but it was also where most heroes got their paychecks. Meaning that there was the risk of the supervillains knowing the heroes’ identities. This caused headquarters to send out what Heroes we had available to fight against the Syndicate. Funnily enough, we were only fighting against the grand trio: Siren, Blade, and Zephyrus. The other heroes were on the hunt to find the other runaway supervillains who were previously on the scene.

I dodged through Blade’s sharp attacks, using my power of slowing down time to know exactly where his edges would land.

“Haste! I need your help!” I whipped my head around to find Rewind on the concrete. His leg was bleeding out from a nasty slice that nearly ripped to his bones.

“I got you!” I exclaimed. I sped past through the battles and bloodshed, narrowly dodging the flap of feathers and the muffled sound of a honey voice. The world around me was blurry, and I could only make out the figure of Rewind’s body heaving on the pavement. Once I was close enough, I picked up Rewind, holding him close, before carefully speeding past through the fighting yet again. I burst through the doors of a nearby building before running up the stairs as swiftly as I could. In a matter of seconds, we were by Supreme’s side. Supreme patted on the laid-out cushion he had set out before I placed Rewind down.

“Agh, I’m never going to get used to that…” He groaned, softly chuckling. I plopped down next to him as Supreme proceeded with his healing process.

“Pff, you’re going to be okay,” I reassured. He turned to me, a curious tilt turning his head.

“Hey, Haste, how do you control your powers anyway? If that isn’t a complicated answer—” He hissed in pain, feeling the alcohol sting his skin as Supreme cleaned his wound.

“Sorry!” Supreme quickly apologized.

“N-No worries—!” Rewind said through gritted teeth. I softly chuckled at his antics.

“Well, it was kind of a hard process. It took a lot of training to individually control my own speed separate from the world’s speed.” I explained. “It used to be ‘Oh I’m slow and everyone slow!’ or vice versa. But now it’s like… The whole world can be slow and I’m super speed! And if I’m ever holding someone, they can see what I’m seeing too!” I shrugged.

“Wow, I didn’t know it worked like that!” Rewind exclaimed, excitement seeping into his voice. I smiled, flattered that he took an interest in my powers.

“You’re all patched up Rewind! Be more careful next time.” Supreme said, dusting off his hands. We both looked down, not even realizing that the wound was already fully healed. “Thanks for sticking around to talk to him again, Haste. You know how squirmish Rewind can get when he’s not distracted.”

“Hey! Not true—!”

A loud crash interrupted Rewind’s banter. I stumbled over to the edge of the tower, only to see 404 throwing blades at Dream whilst Flame zapped fire under his feet. “Fuck!” I exclaimed. I sped down the stairs in a blurry haze before running across the street to tackle 404 down. “What was the command?!” I nearly demanded out of 404.

“It was only for me and Flame! He told us to take down Dream!” He explained briefly, but before he could say anymore, he pushed me off and his focus regained on Dream. Blade’s swords nearly slammed against me as I was about to get up. With speed, I was able to narrowly dodge my guts being spilled. I stumbled back onto my feet, running toward 404 and Flame. I looked behind me, realizing that Blade and Zephyrus were escaping. From the rooftops, I saw Rewind and Felis chasing after them. Turning back around, I realized that Dream was locked onto Siren, who was attempting to make his escape.

“Dream! I’ll cover for you, just get Siren!” I shouted, drawing out my shield. I swiftly ran in front of them, blocking both of them. Flame created a fire in his palms before nearly engulfing me in his creations. I pushed through the heat with my shield, only to be welcomed with daggers flying at me left and right. I slowed down time, carefully taking in how each dagger flew before brushing past each source of danger. I returned time to normal, waiting for their next moves.

A loud thud and a yelp of pain could be heard behind me. As I turned around, I noticed that Dream had Siren pinned against a building. Dream’s hand was raised as he pushed Siren’s body against the concrete, creating cracks surrounding him. I briefly looked back again to clear my way out of 404 and Flame’s attacks but I returned my gaze to the supervillain and hero. Dream was now close to him, a finger etching under his blindfold.

In one quick moment, Dream ripped the blindfold off of his face, and without realizing it, I was slowing down the world to near its max.

No.

No.

No…

I stood in the middle of the street, paralyzed.

The man I had met only a few months ago at a coffee shop.

The man who sat at my table one chilly autumn day after being relentlessly teased by his brother.

The man who I started developing a crush on and would blush when he would order my coffee for me.

He was here,

And he was Siren.

I felt my body charge up with speed, and without thinking, I was running at Dream and Wilbur headfirst. I tackled Dream down, making him lose his power over Wilbur before grabbing Wil and running with him in my arms. Despite the man being nearly double my height, the adrenaline told me I could bench fifty more of him if I had to. I eventually found an empty alleyway to hide in for the time being. As I stumbled into the space, the energy started to drain out of me. Time resumed back to normal as I carefully placed down Wil. I sat myself down in front of him, nearly collapsing. He only groaned in pain, weakly clutching at his ribs.

“Please… Wilbur…” I mumbled through heaving breaths. “Tell me you’re not in front of me right now…”

He didn’t speak. That action alone felt like taking my heartstrings and wrapping them around my neck. My head raced with a thousand thoughts at once, and barely any of them were comprehensive. I just wanted to know what holy being up there in the sky decided that this was my fate. That I had to be a hero in love with a supervillain. I felt sick to my stomach. Without a word, I got up, towering over the frail man. I raised a fist, causing Siren to instinctively start echoing his demand.

“Haste, go—”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Wilbur!” I angrily ripped off my mask, throwing it down on the ground. “It’s fucking me! It’s (y/n), you piece of shit!” I felt the tears threatening to spill out, and for once, I let them. Gradually, they cascaded down my cheek and onto the concrete near where Wil’s foot rested.

“(y-y/n)..?” He asked, barely mustering the courage to go above a whisper. I nodded, my eyes refusing to leave his giant, glossy ones. My heart was pounding against my chest as if it threatened to break out and punch Wilbur in his stupid face.

I didn’t know how to feel. I felt anger, shock, heartache, confusion, and distress all at once. As I was absorbed in my head, I didn’t realize his hand was etching toward mine, quietly wrapping his hand around my index finger as he sooth my knuckles with his thumb. I shook my head and looked at him.

“I— I didn’t know this would happen. I’m sorry— I didn’t know either. Oh God, this is all my fault.” He stumbled through his own trembling words. “Dream is probably on the lookout for you now. Y-You need to kill me! I don’t want you to get in trouble!” He cried. I stepped back, shocked at his pleas.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Wil?! I don’t care that I’m in trouble right now, I need to get you to safety!” I yelled back, frustrated. “Contact your healer— Apollo, was it? I-I could hold back Dream I just need you to make it out here alive.” I drew out my shield again, causing Wil to nearly lunge at my legs. He only groaned in pain as he landed near my feet, but he held on tight to my ankles.

“No, (y/n)! He already saw you save me. He’s going to hurt you—!” Wil clutched at his chest again, hissing out swears. “Please, I’m not going to lose you!” He cried. I looked down at him. My chest tightened at the sight of him desperately pleading for my life, despite his broken ribs and body. I crouched down in front of him to stroke his untamed hair. His heaving slowed down as my fingers soothed him ever so slightly.

I sighed, looking at him. “Consider this my resignation from the Heroes of L’manburg. If I have to be put up against someone that I consider one of my closest friends, then call me a villain or weak, but I would never take your life under any circumstances.”

Wilbur paused in his movements. His grip on me started to loosen as I stepped back. “Again, Wil, contact your healer.” He lifted his head up to face me. Tears were running down his face with the expression of a puppy who got kicked in the stomach. I smiled at him reassuringly. “I’ll see you at the coffee shop next week, okay? I…”

I wanted to say the three words. The words I had been begging to say the moment I realized that I could imagine a future with this man. Instead, I bit my lip and exited out of the alleyway and onto the street.

“Oh, Dream~!” I sang out. “Guess who’s fucking resigning!” I twirled on one foot, flaunting myself as the ultimate distraction. I gritted my teeth and inhaled sharply, finally letting the anger boiling inside of me out.

“COME AT ME YOU SMILEY BITCH!”

Wilbur was sprawled out in the alleyway. His hand shook as he reached to click on his earpiece. Immediately he was met by the worried voice of his brother.

“Siren! Siren, where the fuck are you?!” Apollo shouted.

“I’m in an alleyway a few blocks from where the fight originally was. Dream crushed my ribs and nearly saw my identity.” Wil gasped out.

“Oh, for fucks sake man,” Apollo mumbled. “Okay, I’m turning back around! I’ll see you in a moment!”

“W-Wait,” Wil stuttered. “Get the others too. We’re going to need them.”

“Huh, why?” Apollo asked, concern glossing in his voice. Wil, in turn, chuckled as he flipped his body over. His eyes were fixated on the stars twinkling in the night sky.

“Let’s just say, we have a new supervillain we’ll need help smuggling in.”

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a / n ~ hey hey heyyy hope you guys enjoyed this little angsty thing. i've been writing a lot of angst haven't i? oh well. i am flying through these requests! notes of all kind are super duper appreciated!!

[narcissistcookbook]

I was listening to The Absolute State of the Union and some parts of the song really resonated with me because of the current situation in my country 😭 Although obviously it's not the same experience but man.. it hits. It's the democracy falling apart for me!

I'm Indonesian, by the way 💜 i love your songs!! I haven't listened to many but the ones I have were great :) Your style of music is so unique hehe.

When I was younger I also used to not understand why people have such aggresive and destructive protests. Why does the term ACAB exist? Aren't police supposed to help? Well, here I am blasting Cops / Dogs by Destruco Disc and watching videos of protesters, journalists, civillians, students and alike get attacked and battered 💔 sorry for the rant!!!!!

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there are good cops, or rather I've met good people who were also cops. But at a certain point I have to wonder why they're cops if they're decent people. One day you're going to have to enforce a law you don't agree with, and you'll either enforce it and become the villain or you'll sweep it under the rug in which case you aren't a cop anymore, you're placing yourself above the law. So, you know, be something else.

[kyoukaru]

ooooo can u tell us about ur AU??!?!

Dont think I've spoke about my Creepypasta AU (not the British school one) and it's still a pretty big WIP, But I am down!!! I've been considering writing some fics for it so ;)

Okay! So the main thing is that Slenderman "feeds" off of the fear of people. Serial killers like Jeff, Nina, Liu, Jane and Natalie help him without realising it. When they become infamous enough, Slenderman proposes to them a level of supernatural support in exchange for them occasionally killing certain people of his choosing.

Meanwhile the proxies (Toby, Kate, Tim and Brian) are stuck in a more abusive relationship with Slender, where he's engineered their situations so they have to rely on him. He keeps them around in the mansion for when he wants to do an organised attack and also because their direct fear of him is pretty powerful.

The Serial Killers can enter the mansion, be that to hide, gather supplies etc... but only as long as they're following the deal with Slenderman. They don't have access to it in the same way the proxies do (I'm thinking the mansion is kinda like a haunted house. It's hierarchy is Slender -> Proxies -> Serial Killers -> Normal people) but their also not aware of the more sinister parts of the house.

Gonna put more individual character thoughts under read more :)

Toby has the most positive relationship with Slender. Primarily because unlike the other proxies he doesn't a) remember what happened pre-Slender. So he's his only frame of reference. b) know there's something wrong with how he's being treated because his brain is still affected by the abuse he faced from his dad.

The other proxies try to explain why it's wrong but it normally falls flat. They try to use their relationships with as a basis (Kate would never hurt him. Tim and Brian would never hurt each other) but Toby's like: yeah. That's because we're forced. Don't wanna know the punishment for killing one of you fuckers.

Tim and Brian are by the far the most defiant and like their life style the least. If it weren't for the fact that they saw they know if they run away, die or kill other proxies or even caused too many issues they'd just be replaced, they'd still be fighting. They plan to take advantage of all the weakness of Slender that they know. But they don't really have a solid plan. They also push the rules to their limits. Slender wants a random guy to die? Well they're gonna choose the worst guy in town.

Tim is more accepting of their situation than Brian. Tim's been dealing with Slender for a lot longer and has a bit more of a defeatist mindset between the whole thing. He settles in easier. Brian still thinks there's a life for him after he escapes, that he can get out.

I need to refresh myself on Kate but I think she's the most neutral of the 4. She goes along with what she's told to do Beyond making sure nothing bad can be linked back to her, she lets the other three do as they like.

Clockwork is the most outwardly hating of Slendy. She signs up to the deal one year after her story and already has a sort of civillian disguise set up (a normal looking prosthetic eye for example.) and was mainly living in motels and doing odd jobs to get by. While she likes the perks, such as having a place to stay and a network of people who get her, she has hard limits she won't cross. If Slenderman tried to push her past them, she'd pack up and leave. When this inevitably happens, she breaks up with Toby and goes no contact with everyone besides Jane.

Jane mainly uses Slender for his network to other killers. While part of her deal is that she can't go after those also "protected" by him, through Liu is how she first hears of Nina. Clockwork knows a couple of killers she's willing to rat out for Jane. For Jane, money and the resources to escape the police is less important because the government already provided that for her. Jane has the most neutral relationships out of everyone but she and Natalie get along well. When Natalie leaves, Jane pretends she doesn't know where she is, as long as the Clockwork killer doesn't start striking again.

Jeff and Liu have the worlds most toxic co-dependency known to man. Jeff cares a lot of Liu and attempted murder thinking it would be worse if he knew what he became. (As he gets older and can think of his life better, he only gets more firm in this decision.) Meanwhile, Liu is pacing around the hospital after being stabbed worrying about his police being too harsh on his brother and how is Jeff gonna get food? He can't exactly hide. Liu himself isn't homicidal per say but it's his way of trying to show Jeff that he's still on his side. Eventually, he just turns to murder when in tricky situations but he doesn't find enjoyment in it.

Jeff was initially offered the deal with Slender because simply hearing he might be in a nearby state is enough to make people panic, a lot. Liu's offer came after the two brothers meet and Jeff threatens to get his life together if Slender doesn't extend the deal. Liu's under no deal himself, as long Jeff is in Slenders debt, so is Liu. They never really get a reputation as a duo though.

Nina's story's basically the same. She's elated that the deal with Slender let's her meet Jeff. Or at least, get closer to meeting him. Jeff's a bit of an ass and she refuses to accept this. She slowly starts to kind of get her own identity as a serial killer while literally everyone besides Jeff tries to convince her to give up this life if it's not what she wants. Nina kind of takes it to heart.

This was going on way to long without the more detailed relationships :sobs: so I'm gonna leave it here. As mentioned, I plan on writing some fics for this AU so feel free to send me requests/prompts in my asks. Or ask me anything else about the AU.

[fightinggamegirlfriend]

okay so I’ve played through a good chunk of Tekken 6’s campaign mode, and I think I have a better idea as to how Ridley Amora participates in the narrative + general character stuff about her. It’s a long post so buckle up!

The game has a world map with unique areas with their own bosses, each one being a respective tekken character on the roster. Sometimes it’s just a 2 v 1 boss fight but sometimes it can be a 2 v 2 boss fight.

Ridley Amora would be one of the early bosses, specifically in the West District, 13th Avenue as a mini boss before Paul Phoenix. The reason why she’s located here is because she just so happens to be on the run from the Mishima Zaibatsu and is thus hopping from place to place consistently. She doesn’t want to risk the safety of any Resistance bases or civillians, and honestly she only really stays in one area for under a week, before moving on to the next place. It’s just that she just so happens to feel this overwhelming creeping dread that she’s being followed and so makes the decision to leave the West District - leading to her coming across face-to-face with Lars and Alisa.

She would probably tag along with Lars and Alisa simply because she’s a notable individual who has stood up against the Zaibatsu that any of the Resistance Cells will be able to recognise her as a non-threat and essentially just be a precaution to ensure the Resistance cells don’t attack a temporarily amnesiac Lars and Alisa, who is just as equally confused-and-curious-about-the-outside-world.

I know this might all seem to be a contradictory statement but they’re actually not in these Resistance areas for too long, so the risk for discovery is much smaller. Still risky, but it does not put as much of a target on their backs as they’re just passing through. Also this would make some of the game make a little more sense because I get it’s a misunderstanding to beat up the resistance cells, but like. It would have been way more interesting if the Zaibatsu put a bounty on Lars’s head and the enemies you fight in the game are people who are desperate for something good to happen in their lives, as there is a promise of a large cash prize.

um. Very important that Lars’ and Ridley’s first interaction is extremely antagonistic (or at least she’s antagonistic to him), and thankfully he’s got amnesia so it doesn’t hurt that he’s getting insulted by the very person who inspired him to breakaway from the Zaibatsu in the first place. Although when he does get his memories back…. Uh. That moment really hurts him a lot. Like he genuinely feels like he’s been gutted like a fish, and it forces him to see Ridley Amora as a person and not the so called icon he’s put on a pedestal- especially since she’s the reason why Yggdrasil exists at all.

Ridley has been a very vocal critic of the Zaibatsu and unfortunately the thought of crossing the path of the Zaibatsu’s former military commanders who defected to form a rebellion out of no where, leaves a VERY bad taste in her mouth. Internally, she wants to be like Lars, she envies him because he was able to build a pretty sizeable community/resistance group together overnight, yet Ridley constantly struggles to keep even a basic friendship group together. She wants what he has.

As the game progresses, more and more banter would occur between Lars and Ridley during the moments between chapters. It starts vitriolic, but slowly that edge shaves itself off and becomes more playful and sarcastic. They start working as a proper team, and even if Lars and Alisa aren’t going to see eye-to-eye with Ridley all the time, they at least appreciate Ridley’s bluntness and brutal honesty. Even if it’s something they don’t want to hear, she is able to keep them grounded in reality and look at things as realistically as possible.

Too bad it takes so long on Ridley’s end to realise that the community she wants is right in front of her. Her guard is still up, but she doesn’t realise her castle walls are starting to show signs of their age for the very first time. They don’t crack yet, at least not until the very tail end of Tekken 6’s campaign mode. It would take all the events of Tekken 7 to tear down those castle walls fully, to then allow her the opportunity to let go of this mental curse she’s placed upon herself, that will finally allow all of those wishes of hers to have a stable unbreakable community around her be met with open arms for her.

Her more brash, cold attitude wont disappear overnight, but at least the edges have been filed down to something much smoother, and at least is a lot nicer than before. She’s not meek, but she’s a much softer person by the end of Tekken 7.

[canterart]

Please tell me about your thing. I want to know more, cause right now you haven't talked enough about this thing bud

Oh boy this is going to be long, where do I start

Okay, so...

In a distant galaxy created by the ancient Astral Beings, the nation of Concordia, spanning several star systems, is thriving. The nation had just returned from the brink of a civil war, between the Empire of Auridia, led by an evil Astral Archmage wielding immense power, commanding legions of armies and starships, and a renegade group seeking to overthrow him and bring an end to his evil reign.

In the end, the renegade group won, and established the Commonweath of Planets, a new democratic government meant to represent the will of the people, contrary to the tyrannical rule Concordia had faced under the rule of the Astral Archmage. The remnants of the Auridian Empire, now without a leader and without purpose, aptly surrendered to the new Commonwealth of Planets, and a peace treaty was thereafter struck, where the Remnants would establish a democratic government of their own representing the will of the people formerly subjugated under their tyrannical reign.

The Remnants of Auridia then became a well-established democratic nation, with its residents having mainly positive perceptions of this new rebirth of a nation with a terrible past. The Commonwealth established a new Capitol on Concord Point, a binary planet system consisting of a larger and smaller planet, which were called Magnus Frater and Parvulus Frater, respectively.

The Commonwealth was facing certain hardships. There was recently a plague that had taken it by storm, and the current acting Commonwealth chancellor had done little to move the nation forward. Fortunately for the Commonwealth a new hero was seemingly stepping up for the task, a man by the name of Brenold Arcadia, heralding from the more aristocratic side of a lesser-known backwater world, had garnered the attention and admiration of all of Concordia with his promises of progress, his visions of grandeur, and determination to elevate the Commonwealth to a state it had never seen before. After an extremely successful campaign, Arcadia won the election and became chancellor. The phrase "Keep Moving Forward" was a prominent line by which his successful campaign had been run.

Chancellor Arcadia worked quick. He immediately went to work spending extremely large amounts of money on research and medicine, on technology, on innovation, just about anything that would get the voters to like him. And it worked, the people revered him like never before, and the Commonwealth was thrust into a new golden age.

However, his methods often had dark origins. The money to invest had to come from somewhere, and that was money the Commonwealth did not currently have. So, he resorted to often illicit deals with shady business partners under the counter to get the money for his grandiose projects. So when he was offered a partnership with the Dawnbreaker Company producing warships, he accepted without hesitation, since he knew it would help bring in more profits for the Commonwealth, and as such keep his perception high in the eyes of the people.

However warships would not be profitable without war, and the people would most likely get suspicious if hundreds of warships were produced solely for the purpose of "security" from existing minor pirate threats. Hence, Arcadia orchestrated a ploy, framing a small uprising on a city of his home planet of Pulveriss as a deliberate attack by the existing Auridian Remnants trying to take back the Commonwealth territory and re-establishing their tyrannical rule like they had in the days of the Astral Archmage. He then sent a new prototype Stalwart-class Battlecruiser to Pulveriss, which razed the entire city, killing peaceful protestors and 4500 innocent civillians in the process. Back at the Commonwealth Capitol's Golden City, the people were patriotically supportive of Arcadia's actions, since they were under the impression that the Auridians had tried to invade the Commonwealth.

Soon the Dawnbreaker Company was producing warships on a massive scale, Arcadia was raking in profits due to the deal he made, and all-out war had broken out between the Commonwealth and the Auridian Remnants. In response the Commonwealth Initiative was created, which served as the formal military force for the Commonwealth and spearheaded its war plan, under the uniting motto, which was also Arcadia's campaign slogan, "Keep Moving Forward".

Arcadia's actions were not without consequences, however. Soon tales began to spur about a mysterious Auridian knight who killed without mercy, and especially had a bloodlust for Arcadia.

His name: Artemis Castor, who was among one of the innocent people hurt in Arcadia's attacks on Pulveriss. Seeing his friends die around him to cannon fire from the Commonwealth, Artemis swore to avenge them, and made it his life goal from then on to kill Arcadia, and make him feel the pain and suffering he'd caused others, no matter the cost. What's more, Artemis Castor was rumored to be armed with arcane power, perhaps originating from the fallen Archmage himself...

So at present Concordia finds itself engulfed in another civil war, with one side led by a fraudulent Chancellor Arcadia, and the other side led by an unknown entity pulling the strings, as well as well-meaning separatists who were forced to take arms to combat a money-hungry Commonwealth. And on the edge of it all, a new threat lurks, perhaps a fragment of the evil Archmage that once was...

So yeah this was the basic premise of the story I'm working on, there's a lot more story-wise but this is the main exposition and world behind it. But I'm glad you're interested! I hope I didn't bore you too much with all the information lol. It's meant to be an animation project, I've already started working on it but I'm not sure when I'll finish, but until then I'll probably post more about it on this account, and edit the story as I work more on it because this isn't final.

Also if you have any questions feel free to ask!

[neodymiumcuilz]

Help a widowed mother in Gaza - urgent donations needed 🍉🍉

"I lost my husband in the war of extermination on Gaza, leaving our children alone to face the harsh life. Every day we spend under constant bombardment, the sounds of explosions surround us, and fear fills the hearts of my little ones. There is no safe shelter, no sufficient food, and no medicine for those who need it. My children are fighting for survival, and I see in their eyes indescribable fear and merciless hunger. We are trying to cling to life, but we need a helping hand."

Hello everyone, I am reaching you because I need donations for a family in Gaza. Don't ignore this - don't just scroll. You are able to help in some way, by donating any amount ir an act of sharing. Don't just leave without doing anything. Their lives matter just as much as your does, don't act like their just numbers. They are real humans reaching out for a helping hand, don't you dare deny them the right to live. @enasfamily44 has lost her husband in the relentless attacks targetting civillians. This is not self defense, this is a genocide costing the lives of the innocent.

Enas is now left alone to bear the reality of raising her children alone during the bombardment. She wishes desperately to provide her children with warmth, hope and a brighter future, but a guaranteed future is a privledge. Knowing you will be alive tomorrow is a privilege. Imagine living with the fear, knowing each day could be your last. Imagine being a child trying to comprehend this? This is their reality. You can't wait to take action, they need you now.

The most important thing to do is DONATE. Not enough people are donating. You need to be donating, don't say someone else will. If everyone has that mentality, nothing gets done. Their lives matter more than only a few bucks. What you spend at a coffee shop or something can really help them out.

If you have the means to donate, don't ignore them. Just donate. Even a small amount helps tremendously.

ONLY 9% OF DONATION GOAL RAISED - LAST DONATION WAS 2 DAYS AGO

If you truly cannot donate, make sure her voice gets heard. Please, speak up about her. Bring attention, share. Her account is @enasfamily44 Please, go and support her so her story can be heard to the world.

You can read her story in her words HERE - spread it loud and far. Please, show your humanity.

[anarcastra]

Not to turn this into a political account but I'm kinda turning this into a political account because I'm angry and more people should be too.

President Donald Trump posted this video footage of his bombing on a group of innocent civillians.

These people were gathering here as an annual religious meeting. Scheduled. Every year.

He is getting away with this under the false accusation that these people were terrorists, planning to "sink our ships."

They have never attacked any ships, and they never conspired to. They were completely innocent. He cannot keep getting away with this.

[xgummibearx]

Hit by a Quirk

All Might x F reader. 

author’s note: I AM FINALLY GONNA TRY TO FINISH THIS SERIES, I have been procrastinating on this one cause I admit I do not like Endeavor and I felt like I had to write one for him but...I kinda don’t want to. SO, instead I am gonna write another All Might X reader and I’ll write the Endeavor one if people request it.

In case you were unfamiliar with this series, this little blurb explains the general concept. I have written stories in the series so far for: Fatgum, Aizawa, Present Mic, Hawkes, and Nighteye. 

https://at.tumblr.com/xgummibearx/hit-with-a-quirk-pro-heroes-x-teacher-reader/pbaoi17qx9e5

OKAY, here ya go: 

Summary: All Might has been reverted to his early childhood years, and...there are many that would love to get their hands on a helpless, defenseless All Might. You can’t let that happen. 

Note: The reader for this is I suppose, kinda aged up? I’m picturing they grew up with All Might. 

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Cameras were flashing in the distance as Kamui ran to the scene, a villain in a large trenchoat was being lead quivering and shaking under Midnight’s watchful eye. Pink smoke was slowly ebbing away as the villiain was lead in daze to a well armoured vehicle. “The media! They’re coming, someone uploaded a video of civillians coming across Hawkes and Endeavor after their attack...this place is going to be blown up with paparazzi any minute...” He looked around frantically, another sleek black vehicle pulling up. “Where’s All Might?!” Midnight was opening the door of the black car to reveal Nezu, looking around to access the damage. He had lost two, and according to Midnight’s report now three crucial staff members -not to mention one if his own students-to this attack. 

Special ops agents fanned out as another spoke with the police, asking the villian questions about his encounter with the retired Number One hero. Midnight approached Nezu as he peered around trash cans and casually walked around. “Sir, what have you heard about the other heroes? Is there any information?” She asked gently as Nezu paused at a wall that was...quite busted, and sure enough there was Toshinori. In a dark yellow suit that was now much, much too big. He was bruised, and shaking, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. Midnight stepped forward immediately but Nezu gently offered his hand. 

“I can take things from here, the other heroes are fine...In fact, I have made arrangements for most of them, but little Taishiro is currently passed out in the back seat of the staff car, would you mind taking him to our quirk specialist? I already texted you her address...I’ll need to meet you back at the school right away.” Midnight nodded, looking up at All Might one more time with worry. "That stubborn goat...he's supposed to be retired." Se thought, walking back to the staff car.

Nezu approached Toshinori, smiling gently. “Hello Yagi..."

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He was sitting in what appeared to be a a waiting room, with other children passed out all around him. Yagi was unfamiliar with any of them, or even where he was. He was the eldest of the other four in the room...well, three now as he watched a nice looking lady lead the boy that had been passed out on the floor out of the building. He had heard the boy's name, "shouta". There was something so familiar about that name.

Yagi was too tired to think about it, his eyes closing from exhaustion.

There was a gentle tap on his shoulder, and his eyes met a gentle face. She was wearing a hero costume, and her hair was a mess. Most of the heroes attacked that night were being monitored by early quirk development specialists, essentially workers who had studied and trained to handle working with children with still developing quirks. With the rise of quirks that were becoming more powerful with each generation, it was becoming a popular profession and held in the same regard as child workers, Educational Assistants, and teachers. Most public schools had at least two or three on hand, but this...this was a special case.

"He is at his most vulnerable...he's only just retired, we don't think the media discovered that he was part of the attack but we cannot take any chances!" Nezu had insisted. "If the wrong people find out that All Might has been reduced to this there is no telling what could happen."

Yagi turned his tired gaze up to (x), he yawned. "Mrs. (L/N)?" He asked, "Why are you dressed like that...aren't you a bank teller?" Yagi mumbled. (x) couldn't help but chuckle, she supposed that she did resemble her mother a bit.

"It seems his memory is still pretty good..." She thought. "Well Yagi, I had a costume party to attend to with work, but I was heading home...did you want to come with me?" Yagi nodded, taking her hand. (x) didn't know how to feel, did this even count as lying? If she tried to explain everything that would probably just confuse him, and scare him even more. She looked in the rearview mirror, as Yagi slept in the backseat to her car. It really had been almost a lifetime ago since she had last seen him like this, his face unburdened and free. They would chase frogs along the rivers, and come home with handfuls of snails. As she tucked him into bed, and closed the door one thought was stuck on repeat. "I won't let anyone hurt you Yagi..." She clenched her fist. "I promise..."

"Excuse me, Mrs. (L/N)... where is (x)?" The morning had come warm, bright, and sunny. She had honestly forgotten how soft spoken and polite he had been as a child. Bright blue eyes hidden behind that mess of long blond hair.

"(x) is back home, I'm house sitting for my sister at the moment." She gently explained, seeing Yagi nod, and not even question her words...the conflicted guilt continued. She was unsure how long she could keep this up.

Keeping him entertained was thankfully easy, as a child his favorite place had always been the library, sitting in squashy bean bag chairs to read his favorite picture books. "And when the prince found the Sleeping beauty in her tower...he found the sight of her, alone in her chambers so sad and beautiful that he thought to depart from her with a kiss." (x) blew a raspberry on Yagi's cheek. His giggles were so loud, they found themselves outside the library with the book in hand and stern librarian closing the door behind. (x) sighed. "Nothing for it I suppose...it was getting close to closing time anyway..." Yagi shrugged.

"Yeah...but could we read the story before bed?" He asked. (X) nodded with a gentle smile. Bedtime...how long would this last anyway? She held his hand tight, her mind wandering as they walked home. As glad as she was to see her friend so bright, she missed him...the him she had grown old with, their memories and history...what if he didn't change back?

"Excuse me miss?" She turned, her hand still gripping onto Yagi's tightly. A tall man stood, with piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. "I could use some help, I seem to be a bit lost..." He smiled, approaching slowly. "I came in from Saitama; my brother lives here in Musutafu." (x) stared him down. She didn't trust him. "Well, there is the transit train station about two blocks from here that way." She gestured down the street. "You should be able to find a map, and if you have a working cell phone you could call your brother and have him send you the address."

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind..." An arm suddenly hit her square in the back, catching her by surprise. She let go of Yagi's ahand and her blood ran cold.

"MISS (L/N)!" Her head whipped around as the man asking for directions grabbed her by the arm. She could see another individual, seemingly they had snuck in from behind to hit her and they had grabbed him.

"TOSHINORI!" She screamed, her other arm restrained as the kidnapper made for a waiting car.

"So, the rumours were right, he really was turned into a helpless little brat just like the others...I know a lot of people who would pay big bucks to bring the retired golden boy to safety, thanks for delivering the package hag." (X) snarled, her eyes flashing with rage as the car sped off.

"You haven't done your homework... DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM YOU SCUM!?" With a roar she broke from the assailant's hold. All he saw were stars and a flash of golden light as her fist collided with his face. She didn't even bother to take the time to see his body fall to the ground before she was off like a shot. She had a simple power up type quirk, nothing to write home about but she was not one to be reckoned with. "White...the car was white, blocked out windows..." They would be speeding. Her heart was racing as she screamed into her communicator, a direct line to the Fat Office hero agency. " This is (H/N) I was ambushed! Golden Eagle was taken! I repeat, Golden Eagle has been taken, I am in pursuit!" Her eyes caught a vehicle, a white car diving into a back street. "I HAVE VISUAL! Locking in my coordinates, send reinforcements as soon as you can!"

In the car, Yagi was shaking. His attacker was still holding him with an iron grip. "Dammit...that old hag is still after us!" Yagi craned his neck, his eyes wide as he looked out the back window. There she was, surrounded in gold and scarlet flames like a comet. "I guess the boss couldn't take her...dammit I thought they hired some daycare bitch like they did for the others! Not a pro!" Yagi's eyes flashed with anger at the insult.

"How dare they! (X) is an amazing hero, she's..." He froze, looking back. "(X)...that's (X)! Wait...why am I..." He looked down at his hands that suddenly felt too small. Yagi looked up as one of the other men in the car grabbed a huge looking gun.

"Doesn't matter, I'll take care of this!" Yagi watched in horror, covering his ears as it went off. His screams were drowned as the back window was broken, bullets raining down on (x).

"NO! (X) LOOK OUT!" She was too late, two of the bullet piercing her shoulders and making her fall to the ground, sliding painfully across the pavement. Yagi was shaking, tears rolling down his eyes. "YOU MONSTERS!" He screamed, he was met with laughter as one of them picked him up by the hair.

"Pipe down you brat!" They screamed into his face, throwing him to the floor of the car. He sobbed, his head aching where they had pulled as he felt the rumble of the car underneath. There had to be something he could do, there had to be. He was surrounded by smoke.

"Please...one last bit of strength..." was his last thought before the attacker's found themselves met with blue eyes that glowed like headlights, his memories flooding back as he towered over them. "One hit...I have one hit, make it count!" All Might, fully grown and already steaming as he strained to get in that one hit leaped to the front seat, crushing the steering wheel in one punch before falling to his knees.

(x) looked up, shaking as she watched in horror. The car swerved violently to the left, turning sideways. "YAGI! NO, YAGI!" She screamed, limping as she ran towards the vehicle, and overhead searchlights splashed over the scene like beacons as police sirens closed in. She froze, a figure climbing out of the window on the other side. He was frail looking, and thin with familiar golden hair. "Yagi...that's him!" Relief washed over as she tried to pick up the pace. With a wince she tripped, falling over onto the pavement once more.

"(x)! Hold on, don't strain yourself!" He coughed, turning his face as spat blood to the ground. "Could the say the same for myself I guess..." He cursed, kneeling beside her as the police inspected the vehicle, pulling out three unconscious but still very much alive men. (X) Cradled her arm, the blood from the two bullet wounds staining her clothes. "Shit...can we get some paramedics over here!?" Toshinori shouted, helping her sit up.

"You're here..." She took his hand, leaning against him as he held the back of her head with a small chuckle and a firm squeeze of her hand.

"Yeah...I'm here."

Author's Note:

OKAY that finally concludes the hit by a quirk series, with this out of the way I am looking forward to focusing on my other fic ideas! However, I am always open to ideas and suggestions! I also will be doing an announcement on some possible changes to the blog to expand our options outside of just My Hero.