#disability duo

[ellies-chaos-corner]

The amazing @codther drew me and @emmaestrella's characters on the Where Is SMP :D

This all started as a joke because C!Em has joint problems and mobility aids, and C!Ellie is autistic, so I jokingly called them Disability Duo 💀

[joltrify]

can i see some disability aids for aliens in ben 10

cause i liked the Xlr8 one

I'll confess I think that the kineceleran's crutch was the peak of my creativity but here are a couple I came up with >.<

[sky-scribbles]

There are a lot of things to love about the SSV Normandy. It’s a symbol of cooperation between two species historically at odds. It’s a miracle of engineering, a technological masterpiece that could alter every pattern of space warfare. Its crew is the highest calibre that the Alliance has to offer, bolstered by multispecies allies: an emblem of flying hope.

It also has far, far too many flashing lights. Everywhere.

One hand pressed to the wall to keep himself steady, the other pressed against his forehead as if that’s going to do any good, Kaidan shuffles down the hall toward the med bay. Every light panel and display interface feels like a laser drill boring directly through his eyes, sounds reverberate against the inside of his skull, and his sense of balance is a distant, pleasant memory. Kaidan sucks in a tight breath between his teeth. It’s going to be okay. He can do this. He’s done it before.

He drags himself the last few feet, and the med bay doors slide open. Kaidan opens up his omni-tool – god, why are those so bright, too? – and does what he’s done a hundred times, scanning the medical interface so that the med system logs him. Doctor Chakwas isn’t here, which means she’s on her rest shift, but that’s fine. The med system will alert her if there’s a problem.  

Kaidan, turns, so ready to collapse into the nearest med bed – except he can’t. Because there’s someone already in it.

‘Oh,’ he says. ‘Hey, Tali.’

‘Hey, Lieutenant.’ She still seems shy about using his first name. Maybe it’s a habit from being raised on board ships, or maybe she’s just not sure if she’s allowed. ‘Are you okay?’

‘I will be once the pain meds kick in.’ Kaidan makes it to the next bed along and finally, finally lies down and shuts his eyes. ‘Doctor Chakwas is just… pretty strict about me coming here whenever a migraine kicks in. Just in case it’s a sign of something going wrong with my implant.’

Through the fog of everything hurts, it finally surfaces in his brain that Tali in the med bay is… that’s bad, right? ‘What about you? Are you, you know –?’

Okay, he’s not sure how to finish that sentence. There’s probably not a polite way to say hey, are you here because you’ve picked up a fatal illness?

He cracks one eye open, just enough to see her looking glumly at him. He’s not sure how he can tell that she’s glum when all he can see is her eyes, but yeah. She’s glum. ‘You know how I took a hit on Feros?’

‘Yeah.’

‘And how I disinfected it, and used my patch kit on the suit breach, and told Shepard I was fine?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I was not fine.’ She slumps down miserably. ‘My throat is full of painful slime, my sinuses are on fire, and my halesh –’ Okay, that’s obviously some piece of quarian anatomy – ‘is more gummed up than I can describe.’

Kaidan shuts his eyes again. ‘Well, my skull feels like it’s slowly contracting and crushing my brain, so… I sort of feel you.’

She laughs weakly. ‘I should have run an extra med scan once I got back to the Normandy. I just – I wanted to help with the engine maintenance today. And there’s this combat drone design I’m working on. And now…’ There’s a sound of movement; Kaidan gets the impression that she’s gesturing at the med bay in angry helplessness.

‘I feel that too.’ And he does. He really does. This isn’t the worst migraine he’s ever had – he can actually hold a conversation, which some days would be beyond him. But it’s… it’s not great. And he had things to do. Ash was running a drill and wanted him to look over her plans. He had a cleaning shift at fourteen hours. Shepard wanted to talk strategy for Noveria.  And yes, he knows he has a right to take time off for a medical issue. He knows he’s no use to Ash or Shepard or anyone when he can’t even walk in a straight line. But knowing that doesn’t quite get rid of the squirm in his belly, the one that feels like letting people down.

Tali’s quiet for a minute, aside from the ever-present, barely-audible hum of her suit systems, and the occasional sniff from behind her helmet. Then she says, unexpectedly, ‘I’m just… I’m so tired. You know what I mean?’

Kaidan’s head throbs. He swallows. ‘Oh, yeah.’

The constant vigilance. Always having to be careful about where he goes – is this room too bright? Is this one too loud? – in case something triggers another bad spell. Taking hits to the head in a fight that anyone else could just shrug off, but that for him mean another trip to the med bay to make sure his implant isn’t damaged. Trying to do his job and suddenly finding, no, he can’t, because his body has decided that today’s the day he just doesn’t get to function.

Tali… she must go through the same awful deal, just in a different flavour. Always being careful, so careful. Someone else’s minor injury being her okay, let’s get a med check to make sure I won’t die. It’s not the same, of course: Kaidan can eat food without filtering it, touch people without protective layers, see people’s faces without a tinted mask. Still… there’s a tone in her voice that he knows from his own.

There’s a heavy silence. Then Tali says, ‘You know what’s really stupid? I left my datapad in my cabin, so I can’t even watch vids.’

Kaidan smiles. He’s seen her down in Engineering, a few times, hands flying around over the machinery, rocking back and forth on her heels. Idleness obviously doesn’t suit her. ‘You can borrow mine, if you like.’

‘Really?’ Her voice is already brighter. ‘I mean – won’t the noise will make you feel worse?’

‘Nah, I’ll be good.’ He’s not just saying it; there’s a blissful numbness creeping through his head which means that his meds are finally getting to work. He fishes the datapad from his pocket, taps in his passcode, and hands it over. ‘What kind of vids do you like?’

Her whole being perks up – tone, body, everything. ‘Oh, all of them.Any genre, any species. I mean… asari vids can be a bit long. I mean, they’re made by people who can spend a decade making a vid and a whole day watching it. Turians… their vids can be a bit depressing. There’s a lot of ‘this war ended with almost everyone dead, but one turian is still standing, so it’s a victory!”

‘What about quarians? What kinds of stories do your people tell?’

A small laugh echoes inside the helmet. ‘Quarian vids are pretty limited by environment. We don’t have a lot of varied sets to work with. So we tell the best long-running dramas. There’s one ship in the Flotilla that’s been hosting the same series for over eighty standard years now. Following the crew as they change over time, that sort of thing.’ She taps the base of her helmet. ‘It’s pretty good, but… I think if you watched it, you’d think there were a lot more explosions, murders and shipwide romantic entanglements in the Flotilla than there actually are.’

‘Human dramas are like that too.’

Tali laughs. ‘Quarian dramas make human dramas look relaxed.’

Kaidan finds he’s actually able to grin. ‘So what do human vids tell you about us?’

Her helmet tilts as she considers. ‘That you’re very individualistic. I mean, not every human culture. But you put a lot of focus onto characters and personal journeys.’ She scrolls down the datapad screen – looking through vid lists, presumably – then stops. It’s hard to tell, but Kaidan thinks she might be frowning. ‘I did notice… in a lot of human media, the biotics are…’

Another insistent pulse of pain through his temples. Kaidan sighs. ‘Crazy extremists?’

‘Yes. Do you… do you mind if I ask why that is?’

‘No, it’s fine.’ Kaidan turns onto his back and stares up at the dim ceiling. ‘A lot of the early generation of biotics, the ones who got the same implants as me… let’s just say I got off lightly. Most ended up with much more serious medical conditions. And when people found out about the side effects of the L2 implants, the media got the bit between its teeth and –’ Yeah, no, that wasn’t going to translate. ‘Sorry. Human saying. They got a certain impression, and they ran with it.’

Tali’s quiet for several seconds. Kaidan twists his head to face her, and sees the pale eyes behind the mask giving him a long, steady look.

‘I’m sorry,’ she says. And then, after a moment, ‘They tell lies about us, too.’

Kaidan holds her gaze, and feels terribly, achingly sad. ‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘I bet they do.’

 The way people look at Tali as she walks through the Presidium… it’s familiar. Not quite the same. There’s a note of scorn in the looks they give to Tali – but there’s suspicion, too, and that’s something he knows. All the times back on Earth, after he got back from Jump Zero, when he shook someone’s hand or opened a door, and their eyes found the implants. They way they stared at him like he was a loaded gun. All the documents he had to fill out to do anything, the knowledge that any government he lived under would always be hovering a few steps away, keeping tabs, making sure.

Remembering Rahna – remembering that obvious, instinctive fear in her eyes – is an old memory now, the kind that’s a faded scar. But he remembers the shock of it, back when he was seventeen. When no one had looked at him like that before, and it was dizzying and new and felt like a hole in his gut.

He bets Tali has that hole in her gut all the time.

Kaidan pushes himself up a little – which makes his brain spin, but he manages it – and gives Tali a smile. ‘Well. Let’s look for something that gets us both right.’

‘Definitely.’ She flicks through the options for a minute more, then pauses. ‘Have you ever seen Fleet and Flotilla?’

‘I think I’ve heard of it.’ There’s a faint memory of seeing an ad for it, maybe, and thinking it was the kind of thing he’d have loved as a kid. Space exploration. Justice. Love. ‘The… war romance, right?’

‘Yes!’ Tali’s legs bounce. ‘It’s – keelah, it’s so good, it’s – it’s about this girl, Shalei, who’s on her pilgrimage. And she’s interested in the geth, because she’s got this dream of finding a way to defeat them and take back the Homeworld, right? And when she finds something, she goes to the Citadel for help, but no one will listen except this one turian called Bellicus –’

‘Hold up. Wasn’t that… exactly what you were doing when we met you? Minus the turian, I mean.’

Tali ducks her head, suddenly shy. ‘I… I really, really like the vid.’

No kidding. Kaidan smiles. ‘So let’s watch it.’

His head still feels like a bombsite, and when he thinks about all the things he wants to be doing for his crew and isn’t, the rest of him hurts too. But maybe he’s still doing something for his crew, sitting in the med bay with his sick squadmate – his sick friend – and sharing her favourite vid with her. Maybe he’s doing something for him, too. He doesn’t do that too often.

Tali props the datapad up on the table between their beds, her whole body one big smile. ‘You’re going to love this,’ she promises, and presses play.

[gipsyjr]

New Roy Mustang HC where even though he used a Philosphers (I spelled that wrong) stone Post-Promised day, his eyes still stay that cloudy grey blind people have. He can see perfectly fine, even the military confirmed his 20-20 vision. but its still grey (probably not scientifically accurate but whatever) Now he plays the blind man when its convenient or for undercover missions and he wear shades to be intimidating.

the team helped train him while wearing a blindfold often so he can successfully do things without his vision, further solidifying his disguise. Riza probably got him blacked out glasses as a joke but he wears them constantly and somehow does not trip.

Missions be like:

Havoc: dude hurry up

Roy: at least inform me what's ahead?

Havoc: your fine, just keep going straight-

a random civilian: *sees a blind man pushing a guy in a wheelchair off the stairs* oh my god

a random civilian: *sees the wheelchair guy stand up and flip the blind guy off, only to be hit on the back of head by said blind guy* OH MY GOD-

[justaturtleindisguise]

MECHA PUNCH DUO !!!

I think Brains and Brawns is a way better duo name, but I tried my best &lt;3

[agentscamander-romanoff]

"Lol Daredevil in Avengers? What is he gonna go? Sue Kang/Doctor Doom?"

My brother in Christ man with a bow and arrows was fighting alien invasion(TWICE!)

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Because I had headcanon that Color is Autistic and has developed special interests in things such as photography, travel, maybe even things like social advocacy.

Maybe even philosophy and psychology. For now, in this posts, I’ll focus on the big two: photography and traveling. (I will also touch on how Color’s physical disability, chronic fatigue, his autism, and perhaps his ptsd/ separation anxiety from Killer also effect his ability to engage in his interests in another post.)

I think he’d develop some decent if not above average technical knowledge, such as camera types and functions. Detailed understanding of different types of cameras (DSLR, mirrorless, point-and-shoot, medium format, etc.) and their specific functions.

Knowledge about various lenses (prime, zoom, wide-angle, telephoto, macro) and their applications. Mastery of camera settings like ISO, aperture, shutter speed, and how to manipulate them for different lighting conditions and artistic effects.

In-depth understanding of how aperture, shutter speed, and ISO interact to create a properly exposed photograph. Proficiency in using software like Adobe Lightroom, Photoshop, or other photo editing tools for post-processing and enhancing images.

He’d learn about artistic elements such as composition techniques, lighten and color theory. Develop a familiarity with compositional rules like the rule of thirds, leading lines, framing, symmetry, and how to creatively break these rules.

Knowledge about natural and artificial lighting, how to use light to create mood and depth, and techniques like backlighting, side lighting, and using reflectors. Understanding of how colors interact, complementary colors, and how to use color to convey emotion and direct viewer attention.

Awareness of different photography styles (portrait, landscape, macro, street, documentary, astrophotography, etc.) and genres, and what makes each unique.

Knowledge about influential photographers and their work, such as Ansel Adams, Henri Cartier-Bresson, Annie Leibovitz, and contemporary photographers.

Understanding the evolution of photography, from daguerreotypes to digital photography, and significant milestones in the field. Awareness of current trends in photography, popular styles, and emerging technologies.

And, of course, he’d develop and grow practical experiences and hands on practice. Experience with on-location shoots, managing different weather conditions, and adapting to various shooting environments.

Knowledge about how to properly maintain and clean camera equipment to ensure longevity and optimal performance. Skills in troubleshooting common issues like lens flare, sensor dust, or focus problems.

He’d have a deep enthusiasm for specific techniques or subjects he enjoys photographing, whichever or whatever you all think those could be exactly.

Likely to have personal photography projects, well-organized portfolios, and possibly an online presence showcasing their work. Extensive collection of books, articles, videos, and tutorials related to photography.

A special interest in traveling, in addition to photography, would manifest in the character in several ways, showcasing their passion and extensive knowledge about various aspects of travel. Here are some specific aspects:

For his interest in travel, he’d be very well versed in the planning and research process. Color might create comprehensive travel itineraries, meticulously planning each day's activities, routes, and schedules.

He might gradually develop an extensive knowledge about various travel destinations, including historical sites, natural landmarks, cultural attractions, and lesser-known gems.

He’d display a proficiency in booking flights, accommodations, and transportation, as well as understanding visa requirements, travel insurance, and local regulations.

An expertise in packing efficiently, knowing what to bring for different climates and activities, and how to pack photography gear safely for travel. Color is likely to show a very deep and profound appreciation for different cultures, learning basic phrases or even fluency in multiple languages to better communicate while traveling.

He’d definitely show a deep interest in trying and understanding local cuisines, knowing popular dishes, and even recipes from various regions. He’d have at least some knowledge about local customs, traditions, festivals, and etiquette to respect and immerse themselves in different cultures.

He’d certainly develop some geographical and historical knowledge, with a detailed understanding of world geography, maps, and the ability to navigate using traditional maps as well as digital tools.

Knowledge about the history of the places he visits, including significant events, historical figures, and the cultural evolution of the region.

He might maintain detailed travel logs or journals documenting his experiences, including photos, notes, and personal reflections. He’d definitely collect souvenirs, postcards, or other memorabilia from his travels; often gifting them to beloved friends.

He’d probably engage with travel communities, forums, and social media groups to share experiences and gain insights.

This special interest would possibly lead to him gaining a lot of practical skills, such as in budget management. Expertise in budgeting for travel, finding deals, and managing expenses effectively.

He might display an ability to adapt to different environments, handle unexpected situations, and problem-solve while on the go.

Although it’d probably be harder for him than most, particularly if he has a harder time handling and dealing with change—especially if the change is unexpected and unplanned.

Knowledge about staying healthy while traveling, such as understanding local healthcare options, vaccinations, and travel safety tips.

He’d like combine both interests by using his photography skills to capture stunning images of the places he visits, creating travel blogs or photo albums to document his journeys.

He might create photo essays or visual stories that capture the essence of the cultures and places he explores. Share his travel experiences and recommendations with others, possibly through writing travel guides, blogs, or social media content.

All this is to say that Killer would definitely encourage Color to come with him to explore abandoned places and ghost towns, and Color’s going to be so overjoyed he starts hand flapping. He’s going to take so many pictures, he’s going to remember it forever.

[simplepotatofarmer]

i need an hour long hug from my favorite fictional character(s)

[arisveah]

just looked through the sunflower duo tag and i am devastated to find that apparently the most recent couple posts were me. its been weeks.

anywho, pearl is consistently scars biggest enabler in the life series and scar shows open remorse at wronging her. theyre best friends your honor. maybe even queerplatonic. in a supervillian au pearl is a killer and scar is a thief, and they do eachothers dirty work. herbivore scar and carnivore pearl. sly and charismatic/clueless cryptid. which ones which? who knows. a lunar eclipse: the celestial phenomena that occurs when the earth's shadow makes the moon appear red. the same sides of different coins, twins with different damages, taking solace in the earth; in changing it, wrapping in around their hearts until they can rest and going on to do it again. Gaia, who is hurt by someone she loves, who watches those she is meant to protect be swallowed by them above. weaving flowers in their hair, tying shawls around their shoulders.

abandonment issues...

[zeinkblotpot]

Missa character sheet!

Decided to finally get around to doing character designs for the full death duo family! Just need to finish Will and Phil at this point!

See Tallulah and Chayanne here!

Please consider reblogging, likes don't do anything on tumblr and reblogging is the only way to keep traction on a post <3

[azurecake16]

Thinking about the effect of the explosion on Tubbo...cuz his hearing is probably worse on his right side and now all I can think about is him shifting to Ranboos right to hear him better until Ranboo notices and starts walking on Tubbos "good side" instinctively or Tommy always sitting on Tubbos left (even if it means he's sitting closer to Ranboo/j) and just. Yeah

[shitty-mcyt-doodles-daily]

WISP's Disability Duo :D

- 😁

Left is @elliethecat (skin and design by her) and right is @emmaestrella (art and design by them) !!

[faelynfawn]

Maybe something with scar and tango? Your recent chapter from tangos pov has me craving more of them :] I don’t have any specific ideas aksjjs maybe something decked out related? Maybe some protective tango or something but it’s up to you!! <3

For anyone who is unaware of my disability Scar headcanons (I truly should make a post about it) the one relevant here is that death create pain and other symptoms for him but do not for others.

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This was probably the most on track conversation Scar had ever had with Tango. They were both so distractable and fed into each other in the best (most unproductive) way. Clearly Tango had a point he was trying to get to as he rambled on and on about Decked Out 2, one Scar was trying so hard to let him reach.

“So, yeah. That’s how the game works,” Tango said.

“Can’t wait to play it!”

Tango frowned, “No, Scar, this—this conversation wasn’t to get you to be excited, it was to explain that in order to play you have to die. Repeatedly. Every single run.”

Oh.

Scar felt an uncomfortable lump forming in this throat. He swallowed around it and put a cheery smile on his face, “Oh, I die so much, what’s a little bit more?”

Tango’s eyes widened, “No! No! I’m not—Okay, so, I’ve got a plan. I came to run the plan by you. That’s why I’m here. I’m not—I wouldn’t have built the game if I didn’t think there was a way you could play it.”

That was probably the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to Scar. He knew how much Decked Out 2 meant to Tango. The idea that he wouldn’t have built it if he couldn’t make it accessible made him feel a little bit giddy. Guilty, but giddy.

“I’m all ears.”

“They're not that big. So, I was thinking, in Decked Out people aren’t supposed to have armour. But I could just spectate all your runs and keep track of where your health should be and when you’d be dead if you didn’t have armour, I pull you out. That way you don’t have to die and you still get to play.”

Scar hesitated, “Wouldn’t that give me an unfair advantage? You were just saying how berry bushes were such a big thing and if I didn’t actually take the damage I wouldn’t need to eat as much.”

Tango laughed and wrapped Scar up in a hug, “I’d keep track of that too. Even if it did give you an advantage I think I can speak for everyone when I said we’d much rather you have a little bit of an edge and not be in pain after playing. It's a game, Scar. Besides,” He pulled back to cup Scar’s cheek, “I’m the Dungeon Master. I make the rules."

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I managed to make it less than 400 words. That is as close to a drabble as I believe I am capable of creating.

Also, I am so pleased people are enjoying my Scargo agenda. I love them so much, they are so important to me. Here is a video of them that I believe everyone should watch. (It also has a part 2.)

[obliqueblade]

DDVAU- Chapter 1 Meeting of the Board

Hot Guy’s POV 

Scar couldn’t remember when exactly the first appearance of Cute Guy was. He wasn’t there and then suddenly he was kind of a deal. Of course, Cub would know, but Scar wasn’t too concerned. 

The media, however, had been having a field day since CG arrived at the scene. 

“New Vigilante raises suspicion of Hero Association’s ability to protect us”

“Hero Association allows Hybrid to run amok” 

“Hybrid Cute Guy- Doing what our Heroes can’t?” 

“... if we’re going to allow Hybrids to run around Upper City, what’s next? What’s to stop all of the monsters from entering Upper City? Cute Guy’s appearance is a threat to the peace our ancestors lost their lives to give us! It is time we hold the Hero Association accountable for allowing this threat to continue! By giving these monsters a way into our society, the Hero Association is dooming the good citizens to be torn apart by these monsters” 

Scar couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the mainstream newspapers. He knew that outside of the bigger media companies, most people had begun to view the separated hybrids differently. Asking why they hybrids were forced out in the first place when there had been no reported reason. People question the history behind the city. It had been an ongoing issue, but with the appearance of Cute Guy, they had gotten worse.  Of course, that hadn’t stopped the Hero Association board from gathering him only a few weeks after the papers had begun to circulate, in order to “discuss the issue”. 

“Hot Guy, you have long been regarded as our number one hero, is that correct?” the Director stated, rather than asking. Hot Guy had been summoned up to the main building of the Hero Association in the middle of Upper City as soon as he had gotten in and changed into his hero costume. Aside from the Director, there were five other board members who were all in charge of the different classes of heroes and supports. Hot Guy wasn’t sure why everyone needed to gather for a simple “discussion”, but he doubted it would be any good. 

“Yes, Director,” Hot Guy answered the question though he knew the Director only asked because that was the answer he wanted. He had only ever asked questions he knew the answer to. Hot Guy knew these were control tactics- ways to make sure that he remained in control of the situation. That the topic at hand was exactly the way he wanted it to go. It’s the same for dealing with hostage situations, always lead the conversation. Hot Guy couldn’t understand it benign used for this, but he wasn’t the Hero Association Director. The question was technically true, though, so it wasn’t like he was lying about it. Despite having worked for the Association for a little over a decade, having started as he was halfway through his Doctorate program, Hot Guy hadn’t taken long to rise quickly in the rankings before achieving the number one spot. A spot he would hold for the last eight years.  Hot Guy was nearly confident that if he were demoted or lowed in the rankings the people in the city would riot. On some level, it pleased Hot Guy, on the other it was one of the main reasons the Hero Association would not allow him to retire. 

No matter what, Hot Guy thought solemnly glancing down at the robotic legs strapped to him. 

“Then might you be able to explain this?” The Director again asked thrusting a paper across the table at him. Hot Guy glanced down, recognizing the photo plastered prominently on the front page of the article. Immediately, nearly all of Hot Guy’s focus went to keeping the blush off of his face. He had a feeling that would be harder to explain than just the photo at that point. 

‘Remember, Hot Guy, room full of people.’ 

‘Hot Guy unable to stop rouge Hybrid? Is this the end of the Hero Association?’

Pictured was one of the first times Hot Guy and Scar had met, and despite the fight the two had gotten into, the article had decided to use the very end where Cute Guy had managed to get in close and the two were practically nose to nose. 

“Director, we were in the middle of fighting, I didn’t realize the cameras were going to use random images of the fight to…” Hot Guy began but the Director quickly cut him off. 

“So you admit that you failed in your responsibilities? Not only did you fail to capture the hybrid, but you failed to keep your surroundings in mind and reassure that the Hero Association had this situation handled?” the Director angrily stated glaring over the table. Hot Guy remained silent for a moment. While it was confirmed he hadn’t been able to apprehend Cute Guy at that moment, the fight had stopped due to a monster attack a few blocks over. By the time they had handled the situation, Cute Guy had already vanished when Hot Guy got swarmed by the media. Hot Guy opened his mouth to remind the Director that, his main job was to protect the people, but he was once more interrupted. 

“You will do well to remember just how you are able to do the things you do now Hot Guy,” the Director threatened practically spitting the hero's name. Hot Guy froze, and he could have sworn he felt his legs twitch underneath the table. Of course, he knew that wasn’t possible. The robotic substitutes the association “provided” weren’t equipped for him to really “feel”. Hot Guy felt the anger rise within him under the reminder of the “gift” that the Hero Association had “provided” when in reality they were the ones that had strapped them to him and wouldn’t let him take them off.  As much as he loved the work, there had to be an end date- a date the Heros Association 

“Director, if I may,” a voice interrupted and Hot Guy felt himself relax for a moment. Sat directly to the left of the Director was Xisuma, the overseer of all S-Class heroes and one of Hot Guy's long-term friends. There was no doubt Xisuma had recognized Hot Guy’s rising temper. He was also, right after the Director the most powerful board member of the Hero Association. 

“Hot Guy has a long record with us, and we all know he would not do anything to damage our reputation. What we should be focusing on right now is how we can begin to get ahead of the media outburst. The best way I can see us doing that is utilizing Hot Guy here.” Xisuma continued when the Director did not interrupt. 

“Xisuma, while that sounds like a good plan, how are we going to do that? The longer we let it run around the more people will think we’re incapable of handling the situation,” one of the lower-ranking representatives spoke up. As much as Hot Guy hated to admit it, they did have a point. The longer they went without an arrest, the more the media would use it to attack the Heroes. However, the more Cute Guy did for the city, the more people would use his arrest to make Cute Guy a martyr. 

“Well, the answer to that is rather obvious is it not? We just need to make it appear that Cute Guy is working alongside the Hero Association,” Xisuma stated simply as if merely commenting on the weather. Hot Guy's eyes widened in surprise while the Director slammed his fists against the table turning to fix Xisuma with a glare. 

“You’ll have us do what?” he stated tersely. The room was so tense, and no one dared to draw a breath as Xisuma stared calmly at the Director. For all the credit that Hot Guy gets, if Xisuma was in the public more as a hero he could probably spark so much in people. But, Xisuma seemed pleased to help out the S-Class heroes he’d taken under his wing, and in moments like this, Hot Guy was pleased to have him as his supervisor. 

“How could we even begin to trust that Hybrid? What happens if we align with it and it decides to betray us? The Hero Association would never be able to recover! Upper City would become just as bad as the filth that thing escaped from!” one of the other board members yelled harshly. Hot Guy tensed at the language the member used to describe Cute Guy, and by how Xisuma tensed, he had also noticed

. 

“It”.

Hybrids were hybrids for a reason, yet there wasn’t a difference to these people. 

“Calm down, I have a plan. One that solves all our problems and ensures Cute Guy cannot go against the Heroes.” Xisuma responded once the yelling decreased, effectively silencing the rest of the room. 

“We’ll use our number one hero of course,” Xisuma finished when the room silenced. This of course sent the room back into hysterics, but Hot Guy let the noise wash over him as he stared at Xisuma. 

Use him? How? How would he be able to ensure that Cute Guy wouldn’t betray them when he had only met the vigilante a few times before? As if feeling his stare from under the visor, Xisuma glanced over at Hot Guy, before winking quickly and returning his attention to the other board members. 

Oh, dear, what was Xisuma planning? 

“Think about it. Hot Guy is the number one hero and has been for a while, but even before then everyone remarked him as a “true hero”. Don’t you remember the riots outside the building when we didn’t immediately promote him to number one? The people trust him. Look, back at the article. While the title mentions Hot Guy, the majority of it is an attack on the Hero Association, not Hot Guy,” Xisuma pointed out and once more the room fell into silent contemplation. Hot Guy remembered that time well, the previous heroes had mostly been infuriated by the people calling him that, but there was nothing they could really do about it. Hot Guy himself never really cared about where he was ranked, just happy to be of service. 

“Go on,” the Director eventually said nodding at Xisuma. 

“The media recognizes that the people will gather their pitchforks to protect Hot Guy if the media directly attacked Hot Guy’s abilities or honor. He’s done so much for the people and for the city, that this would not have an effect. So, we’ll use that loyalty. The Hero Association won’t release a statement on this matter. Instead, Hot Guy will be featured fighting alongside Cute Guy, because the people will grow to trust Cute Guy if Hot Guy does,” Xisuma explained and was cut off once more. Hot Guy nodded as Xisuma explained his plan. The people would only grow more suspicious of the Hero Association if they came out and made some vague statement or promise they had no idea if they would be able to do. 

“That’s all well and good but how does that assure that Cute Guy won’t go on attacking our citizens?” the board member from earlier crossed his arms and glared at Xisuma. Hot Guy glared at him through his visor, but Xisuma just nodded his head. The very notion that Cute Guy would attack a citizen seemed ludicrous to him. Even though they had only met a few times, Hot Guy could see just how much she cared for the people, even when they hated him for it. 

“I was just getting to that. So far, Cute Guy has only ever helped people. He shows up and quickly vanishes when we send heroes after him. So a few weeks ago I had some of the support classes run a few long-distance tests. We primarily set out to try and figure out the threat level, and if we needed to deploy several S-Class heroes to deal with her,” 

“Then why was it not dealt with?” the Director interrupted angrily. Hot Guy would have preferred the question to not have come across as a threat, but he supposed he could understand where the Director was coming from. From the sounds of it, this matter could have been dealt with weeks ago from the Directors' perspective. The very fact that it had not been, and the issue had blown up in his face was no doubt irritating for him.  

“Well we couldn’t get accurate scans for starters,” Xisuma answered sheepishly, not enjoying the fact that their department had not been able to answer a question. The room filled with shocked gasps and whispers once more, and Hot Guy had to wonder when the board had turned into a bunch of gossiping teenagers. Long-distance scans weren’t perfect, but they always at least revealed the magic level of the being that was being scanned. Every human had a minimal amount, usually, the ones with larger quantities had gear that made it appear that their intrinsic magic level was higher than what it actually was. Monsters had no magic level, they relied on a different type of life force, one that while it wasn’t magic could at least be easily scanned for across the city. It was how they made sure that monsters had not broken into Upper City. 

Finally, there were the hybrids. 

Now, Hot Guy felt it went without saying that obviously, hybrids didn’t occur naturally. A known, yet not discussed fact about hybrids was that the humans had engineered them back before the city was created. No one knows what the first group of hybrids were, or who they were created by, but they did know they had been created in order to fight the monsters. The hybrids were stronger than the humans and had larger magic reserves to fight. 

However, once the monsters had been pushed back, something happened. There were different accounts of what “it” was, but as a result, the group that had created the hybrids constructed the walls. 

Walls that to this day keep not only the monsters out but the hybrids as well. Hot Guy knew that every ten or so years, a group would arise voicing how it wasn’t fair that the hybrids had fought so hard to protect them all, yet when the time came, they were shunned. These groups never lasted long, Hot Guy had noted. And no hybrids were willingly allowed into Upper City.

After all, it had been over 2,000 years since humans and hybrids interacted before the construction of the walls. Who's to say they were peaceful? If they had managed to survive on the other side then clearly they were still dangerous. Who knows what would happen if they ever broke through the walls? 

Occasionally, the Heroes would be attacked by hybrids within the city, but this was rare. Usually, all they had to deal with were monsters the walls hadn’t been able to completely keep out such as the Phantoms or Ender creatures. Maybe the occasional spider, but unless they crossed the walls that was about it. 

Hot Guy had only had to deal with a few hybrids to various degrees. Once a Blaze hybrid had managed to burn his way through a back section that led into an alley and started a massive fire in the city, that job had been hard to handle, as they had managed to evade more of Hot Guy’s arrows than the typical Blaze. Eventually, the hybrid turned and went back through the wall, and it hadn’t taken long before the Hero Association had reinforced the wall. 

The only other hybrid Hot Guy had personally encountered was no older than a teenager. He had stumbled upon them sitting in the small alley on one of his patrols through the streets before he got off for the night. Hot Guy recognized half of the hybrid to be Ender, but he wasn’t sure of the other half. As soon as the hybrid had seen him, tears welled in their eyes before they vwooped out of the small alley. When Hot Guy made it back to the office, he refrained from mentioning it. He had wanted to help them, but no matter where he looked he couldn’t find them. All he could hope was that they managed to keep themselves safe. 

So who was Hot Guy to say what the hybrids really wanted? Cute Guy was the only one he had ever actually spoken to, and funnily enough, she did not seem to want to reveal her motivations at that time. 

“How could you not get any readings,” The Directors voice caught Hot Guy's attention once more as he refocused on the conversation. Hot Guy forced himself to turn his attention away from Cute Guy, who apparently was good at distracting him even when he wasn’t there. 

“Well, I discussed it with some of our engineers and there are two real theories, both of which prove this plan will work,” Xisuma started, “The first is that Cute Guy has some equipment that repels our scanners, however, there’s a few problems with this theory. For starters, when we isolated his weapons they came back negative for magic, they were just normal pistols. So we had no problem scanning his gear, and her costume does not leave much room for hidden gadgets…” Xisuma stuttered through his explanation, and Hot Guy felt his face heat. Hopefully, his visor hid some of it, but the reminder of Cute Guys… uniform was… distracting, to say the least. 

“... now that does not mean he does not have anything built into the costume to prevent the scan from working,” Xisuma finished.

“I fail to see how this is good news for us?”

“Well, that’s just it. If the hybrids are advanced enough to not only know how our scanners work, but how to prevent them entirely, sending out one hybrid to help the Heroes does not make much sense if they were just going to attack Upper City. They would have attacked long before now, and definitely with more than just a few pistols.” Hot Guy's eyes widened, thinking over Xisuma's explanation. All things considered, Hot Guy never really believed that Cute Guy was doing this for anything nefarious. She might have been chaotic, but Hot Guy could recognize her want to help people. No one put their life on the line that often for people they didn’t know, just to achieve something they could’ve done without it.   

“What’s the other theory?” Hot Guy voiced. 

Xisuma tensed for a moment before,” The engineers and I concluded that there is a chance Cute Guy’s magic overpowered the sensors, and they could not handle the readings.” For a moment the room was silent once more as the weight of just what that meant settled onto them. Hot Guy couldn’t help himself from tensing. If there was a possibility that hybrids were that strong, then what was Cute Guy's motivation? Why come to Upper City at all? More than that, if Cute Guy was so powerful, why was she just using pistols? 

“How likely is that?” the Director finally voiced after a beat of the heavy silence had passed. 

“Cub confirmed it was probably about 10% chance. The level of magic that a hybrid would need in order to accomplish that would more likely than not kill the hybrid long before they entered adulthood, let alone be able to occur naturally. However, even if that was the case this is still a good indicator,” Xisuma admitted. Hot Guy knew what he was talking about and shuddered. It was seen rarely in human children, but, when a child was born with more magic than their body could handle it could literally burn them from the inside out, until there was nothing left. It was rare in humans, but even with hybrids being mixed, there was a limit to just how much power they could withstand before they faced the same fate. 

“Why was I not informed of this before now?” The Director questioned, accusation heavy in their eyes. Hot Guy’s fingers twitched, and he had to resist reaching for his bow to defend Xisuma. While the director might be the big boss, Hot Guy would defend Xisuma before all else.  

“We had to make sure our numbers checked out, and that we thought of everything. By the time we figured this all out, this meeting had already been scheduled, so we felt it best to report now,” Xisuma responded shrugging the accusation with little fanfare, and Hot Guy relaxed back into his seat. Logically, he knew that Xisuma was far too smart to put himself into a situation he was unable to get out of, but it was that Hot Guy instinct within that made him want to help. 

“So, I assume the logic follows closer with your first theory. If Cute Guy were that powerful he would have attacked long ago. Definitely wouldn’t be using those pistols either,” Hot Guy stated leaping back into the previous conversation. Xisuma turned his attention back to Hot Guy and nodded. 

“Yep, so this at least confirms that Cute Guy does not hold hostility for the citizens of  Upper City,” Xisuma states, “It also shows that in either case, Cute Guy does not mind the presence of Heros, he doesn’t even attack only defends when they go after him until she can get away.” 

“And I assume this is where Hot Guy comes in?” A board member spoke up, remembering what Xisuma had said earlier. 

“Yes, we can use Hot Guy and the media to shift their perspective. We can make it appear that Hot Guy is helping Cute Guy and ensuring that she remains safe while helping out the city,” Xisuma resolves and Hot Guy nods his head. It was better than the alternative plan Hot Guy knew the board had wanted to go with in any case. 

“Sounds like a sound plan, Xisuma,”

“I do have one requirement,” The Director interrupted Hot Guy,” you will have to use this to dissuade another of the other monsters from trying to do what it's doing. One of them is bad enough, and until we can get rid of it we’ll use Xisumas plan. However, if another one of those things pops up, or Hot Guy gets even a hint that it is planning something you’ll take it out,” the Director orders, staring down at Hot Guy. With more effort than Hot Guy cared to admit, he managed to refrain from glaring at the Director. Every derogatory remark made his skin itch, but there wasn’t much else he could do. 

If he didn’t accept the mission, they would either use another hero, which Xisuma seemed to convince them was near impossible, or they would… 

They would try and wipe out Cute Guy. 

Worst case, they would succeed, and Cute Guy would die.

Even worse, if they failed, the citizens had to pay for it in the crossfire. 

Hot Guy did not like either of those options. 

“... so, will you do it, Hot Guy?” Xisuma's voice broke through the fog that Hot Guy had gotten lost in. 

“If it’ll keep the people safe, absolutely,” Hot Guy affirmed staring the Director in the eyes. 

Xisuma nods and stands, “Well, that settles it then. Hot Guy, Cub is waiting to give your equipment a check before you go out tonight, so stop by. Remember, what we discussed whenever you run into Cute Guy. Our cameras show he tends to be more active in the next few hours, so you’ll likely run into him more.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Hot Guy responds standing from the table as well “Have a good evening everyone,” Hot Guy nods his head at the members of the board who have remained sitting before turning his back and heading towards the door. 

“Hot Guy,” the Director calls out stopping Hot Guy in his tracks. 

“Do not forget. If Cute Guy shows to be a threat you will be the one ordered to take it out,” The Director reminds and Hot Guy smiles, lifting his hand to touch the top of his bow slung over his shoulder. 

“Do not worry Director, Hot Guy will always be there to protect the citizens,” Hot Guy assures and the Director nods in response before turning his attention to one of the other board members. As Hot Guy began to turn back to the door, he caught Xisuma's eye. Quickly glancing around to make sure no one else was paying attention, he sent him a wink, before turning and walking out the door. 

With the door closed behind him, Hot Guy rolled his eyes. Truly the board knew no limits. They didn’t even ask why Xisuma would have run those tests. Of course, Hot Guy knew, because he was the one who had asked them to. Go figure the board did not care until Cute Guy was a threat to their image. 

Hot Guy needed to make sure the people were safe. 

All the citizens. 

If the board made a move to hurt Cute Guy, even though they all knew she was not a threat to the people, Hot Guy would follow what he told the Director. 

He would wipe out anything that threatened the civilians. 

Especially if they threatened the flirty little bird set on embarrassing him, and not just because he had a crush on them. 

Nope, definitely not, Hot Guy affirmed to himself as Cute Guy sat on his chest with her hand over his mouth. Brain totally not shortcircuiting at that moment.

 Hot Guy was completely able to do more than only stare wide-eyed up at the Avain as his attention remained firmly on whatever threat he had heard to lead to this situation. 

Never mind he was still definitely just checking him out. 

He was doomed.   

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