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star-girl69 · 10 months ago

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Sad Girl

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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synopsis: being a mistress on the side might not appeal to fools like you…

a/n: i love this song i love this fic i love this idea and most importantly i love my brain you are all very welcome <3

Sad Girl - Lana Del Rey

warnings: not proofread, secret relationship, player!clarisse, possessive!clarisse, kinda asshole!clarisse, she’s such a BITCH like you are not all that…. (i’m lying.), the usual swearing and demigod stuff, kinda like lmlylaw friends w benefits kinda thing except they’re both actually in love with each other, again NO SMUT!!!!! THERE IS NO SMUT!!!!!! THEY JUST MAKE OUT AND LIKE SLEEP IN THE SAME BED, again… i’m sorry the nightmare trope you can’t escape it. you can’t….., tell me if i missed anything!!

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Her hands are always everywhere.

She’s fast and agile, quick like a fox you sometimes see roaming around the woods, so she can jump from one spot to another. You’re supposed to have specific spots on your body, pressure points or whatever, that make you feel good.

When you’re with Clarisse, wherever her hands are lights on fire. You crave her all the time, the burn she makes you feel, the burn you know you make her feel- you’re pretty sure if she hovered her hand over your arm, your skin would find someway to grow and touch her.

You crave her, like a cigarette and the smell of the smoke, no matter how sad she makes you.

How can you be sad that you’re just one of her girls when at least you’re her girl?

How can you be sad when you get to wrap your hands around her forearms, feelings her muscles flex with the effort of moving to your waist, your hips, behind, the sides of your chest- everywhere.

How can you be sad when her lips are on yours, when your teeth are clashing together? Clarisse doesn’t kiss you slow. Clarisse doesn’t savor you. She eats you like you’re the first course of 12, a kiss full of greed and gluttony. Clarisse doesn’t kiss you like it might be the last time, because you both know you’ll always come running back to each other.

You’re the only girl she runs back to, out of all the flings that last a few days, the one nights kissing between cabins at bonfires- you’re the only one she lets into her room, into her bed. You don’t know why she comes back to you. Maybe it’s the way you bite your fingers to keep from moaning, maybe it’s the way you do moan when you’re finally away from everyone else, maybe it’s the way you thread your fingers in her hair or trace your nails along her muscles.

You don’t know why, but you know you love it, so you keep doing what you’re doing and say a prayer each time she leaves.

You don’t know why Clarisse keeps coming back. You don’t know why you keep coming back. You may be a sad girl, but at least you’re her sad girl.

“Gods, you’re such a pretty fuckin’ thing,” she mumbles, finally pulling away to catch her breath. You don’t really care about breathing right now, just her, so you bite your lip and resist the urge to pout.

“I know,” you say back. “But thank you.”

She chuckles, shaking her head lightly, her hand cupping your face as she kisses your jaw, her other hand holding up the leg that’s wrapped around her waist. You lean back against the bathroom stall until she’s breathing in your mouth again, drawing you back down to her with a hand around your neck.

She kisses you slow, hard and deep, finally giving you what you want- a glimpse of what could be. It’s bittersweet, because she kisses you like she really cares about you for just for second- and then you’re left waiting for her until she calls again. She kisses you for a long time like this.

But still, you resist the urge to chase her as she pulls away.

You breathe out, standing on your own two feet again, smoothing down your outfit and fixing your hair. She clicks open the door, hand against the small of your back as she urges you out of the stall.

There’s no one in here- this bathroom is always empty at this time of day, facts you’ve come to know due to your secret meetings.

You walk over to the sink, turning it on and running your hands under the cold water. You bring them up to your hot cheeks, trying in vain to pretend you’re not so affected by her, even when she was just pressing her hand against your cheek a second ago.

Maybe the reason Clarisse comes back to you is because you don’t ask when you’re going to see her again. You won’t say “see you tomorrow?” with a sheepish, hopeful smile on your face like you’re sure the other girls do.

“Bye,” you smile, and she hums, she doesn’t stop you from leaving.

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Clarisse moves like she has complete trust in the air.

She’s bold, especially when she fights, jabs forward and somehow manages to catch herself each time, even if she throws all her weight into a particularly hard thrust of her spear. The ground is often littered with holes from either ends of her spears, constantly putting it out to catch herself.

But it’s more than that.

She moves like she just won’t allow herself to fall, like she knows it’s simply impossible for her to fall.

You watch her now, admiring, really, the way she moves so confidently, so sure, so proud- she’s an unstoppable force, and there’s no object she can’t move.

She moves you, biting your lip as the muscles in her arm tense, fingertips drumming against the length of her spear.

She moves her sibling to the ground with a kick to their chest, and they slam down with a groan. She laughs, smiling triumphantly at another easy win- she hasn’t even broken a sweat.

“I hate you, Clarisse,” her sibling groans, but accepts her hand and let’s her tug them up. She grins, wiping dirt off of her spear.

“What’s that? Win number… 8,000? Somewhere around there.”

“Oh, fuck off, we both know you don’t have the brain power to keep track.”

“Oh, you’re so mean,” she says, rolling her eyes and hitting her sibling’s shoulder.

Someone taps your leg.

“You’re drooling.”

“No, ‘m not,” you huff.

“You are,” your best friend and half-sibling, Kaelyn, reaffirms. She pokes at your chin. “Right there.”

You resist the urge to wipe your chin.

“You just don’t get her like I do.”

“I don’t,” Kaelyn laughs, and the two of you watch as Clarisse winks at another girl. “Does it not bother you? You’re, like, literally just her toy.”

“Bitch,” you mumble, slamming your leg into hers. “It’s not that, though. Besides, why would I care? You help me sneak out almost every other night, Kay. I’m going to see her, because she asked.”

“Okay, so, if Clarisse started making out with that girl right now- you wouldn’t mind?”

“We’re not actually dating, so I don’t have any right to be jealous.”

“But you still are?” Kaelyn probes. “Just because you aren’t dating doesn’t mean you don’t still care about her like you are.”

You think about Clarisse so much you’re surprised the image of her isn’t branded behind your eyelids. You think about the way she touches you, the way she kisses you, but you also think about the way it could be. You think about the way that sometimes, just for a second, her hands will linger and she’ll breathe in deeply like you are all she’s ever wanted in life.

Of course you’re in love with Clarisse- she has a fire inside of her, some part of her soul that matches with yours, and you’re inexplicably drawn to her and everything about her.

But Clarisse doesn’t want you like that. She just wants the fun- and maybe you should wait for someone else who will actually love you, but she’s the best you’ve ever had. You haven’t even had anyone else, but you already know. You know no one else can make you feel the way she does.

You sit up straighter, ignoring the feeling of Kaelyn’s eyes burning holes into you.

“She’s ridiculously hot, a great kisser, and she gives me the time of day. That’s all I care about.”

“Okay,” Kaelyn hums, mercifully deciding to drop the subject.

And when your eyes inevitably roll back over to Clarisse and the other girl- she’s looking at you.

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You love Fridays.

You associate Fridays with the weekly camp bonfire, the smell of smoke and the laughter of your friends, marshmallows and the promise of a late morning the next day.

More importantly, you associate Friday nights with Clarisse’s bed.

She confessed to you once that she doesn’t really like the campfire and just goes to keep up appearances, maybe find someone, but now she has you. You come every Friday with no intention of staying long, wearing shirts you know will make Clarisse look at you- until she meets your eyes and silently demands you meet her at her cabin, or she just comes up behind you and grabs you.

However you end up there, you end up in her bed.

You’re sure tonight will be no different- you hope it’s no different, because you’re still a girl with needs and you haven’t seen her all week.

She’s the first thing you see when you get there.

Her and her siblings always occupy the best spot by the fire, so the flames dance along her face, and you can’t help but frown when you realize she’s already scanning the crowd.

“I assume you need me to cover for you tonight?” Kaelyn asks, arm linked with yours.

“I don’t know,” you mutter, feeling slightly dejected. She was probably looking for someone else- she doesn’t want you tonight, even though it’s become an unspoken tradition.

This is your mistake. Expecting something from Clarisse. You can’t do that, not when you know her, not if you don’t want this arrangement to wreck you.

And when you find the strength to look back towards her, her spot on the log is empty. She must have found someone else she likes the look of.

“Hey,” Kaelyn says, nothing the way you cross your arms over the shirt you wore for Clarisse- it feels worthless now. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you breathe. “It’s fine. Just sucks, y’know.”

Kaelyn presses her lips into a thin line. “Yeah, I guess.”

She wants to say more. Ask why you do this to yourself, you know she wants to knock some sense into you- but you know that as much as this moment hurts, it will feel 10 times better to have her in your arms again when she comes back.

“Babe,” Kaelyn sighs, putting her arm on your shoulder-

“Y/N.”

Clarisse’s arm slides around your waist, moving you into her and away from Kaelyn with enough force so her hand slides off of you.

Kaelyn looks at you with wide eyes, and you have to bite your lip to keep from squealing. Her arm feels so good around you, so perfect, like it was made to be there.

“Thanks… Kayla,” Clarisse fake smiles, her fingertips digging into your sides. “I’ll take it from here.”

“O-okay,” Kaelyn says, sort of blankly, like she’s in shock- this is probably the first time she’s talked to Clarisse, or even seen her up close.

Clarisse drags you off, squeezing your waist tightly once- almost enough to hurt.

“What’s wrong, Clarisse?” you ask, putting your hand over hers- feeling like her nails might rip holes into your shirt.

“Sorry,” she breathes after a second, taking her arm completely away from you- a loss you mourn heavily. “My siblings were annoying me all fuckin’ day. And then they forced me to come early, and I was waiting for you and you came late.”

The sun only just started it’s descent 30 minutes ago, but you can tell there’s something more going on with Clarisse, so you choose to just placate her dramatics.

You loop both of your arms through hers, pressing close so your hip-to-hip, leaning your head onto her shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you say, simply.

“‘S okay,” she mutters, and you resist the urge to kiss her pouty face.

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At the back of each cabin, built into the wall right next to the bathroom, there’s a separate room for the camp counselor. It’s small, but private- a regular bed, a small dresser, and a desk. Some decorate, Clarisse left hers plain except for spots for her spear and other weapons to hang proudly on the wall.

You’ve come to love the sight of the four beige walls, grown used to the feeling of sneaking out the window, thanking the Gods it’s on the first floor.

The door shuts behind you, Clarisse pressing her back against it. Immediately, you slip off your shoes, crossing the room to sit on her bed.

“Come here and tell me your woes,” you joke, but her face is twisted into something painful, so the smile on your face falls as well. “Hey? Did something seriously happen, Clarisse?”

She locks the door and walks over to you, standing in between your legs, tilting your chin up so she can stare into your eyes.

“You can tell me,” you say, knowing you would feel like an asshole if you didn’t at least try. But you know she won’t talk to you- sometimes you talk, one Friday nights, sometimes you just lay next to each other and ask each other random questions- but you know tonight is not one of those nights.

“No,” she mutters. “I can’t.”

She leans down, her lips millimeters from yours. She’s so close it’s like she’s filling up all of your senses, until all you can think about is her. But you’re used to feeling like this around her. You love it. You let your guard down and you let it in, you welcome it.

“Why?” you ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

She smiles, her lip quirking up just slightly.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” she breathes, before her lips finally crash down onto yours.

The rest of the night is exactly what you expected. You roll around and she touches you everywhere, touches you in places you didn’t even know could feel so good. She lights you up, she makes you feel black and white. She makes you feel so simple, it all narrows down to her and her body, her lips.

And when it’s over, when you fix your messy hair and lay your head on her pillow- you don’t know what she’ll do.

You’re both too tired to sneak out, and you like to think that Clarisse secretly likes the sleepovers. Sometimes she doesn’t even touch you, seems repulsed- usually the nights when you kiss slow and then you talk.

But tonight was all fury and desire, fire in your stomach and in her eyes. So she holds you against her, chest pressed to your back. You play with her long fingers, she lets you crack them and stretch them- it’s the one time she lets someone else move her around, you think. Her arm is limp around you, her hand totally at your will.

“Do you ever think about the future?” you ask her. It’s fun to ask her real questions like this. It’s fun to get a glimpse inside of her mind, small moments like this when she holds you. “Not, like, tomorrow, but after camp. College. After college.”

She hums.

“No. I don’t.”

“Why?” you’re pushing, now, but you don’t care.

“I don’t think I’ll have much of a future, really. Ares kids go on big quests and they die horribly. That’s what’ll probably happen to me.”

“That’s morbid,” you chuckle. “There’s people who would miss you, though. I would miss you. Who else would kiss me in the smelly bathrooms?”

“You don’t want anyone else to kiss you in the smelly bathrooms.”

She tenses, like she didn’t mean to say that and she just blurted it out.

“Yeah, I don’t,” you whisper, voice small. But it’s true. You don’t.

She relaxes back against you and you don’t push anymore, you let her drift off, her breathing slow.

Eventually, after you get bored of staring at the moon in the window, you turn around so you’re facing her. She shuffles a bit, but you just move her arm back around you, thinking she’s asleep.

And after a few minutes of you laying there silently, you feel her move. You’re so close to her you can hear her eyelashes flutter.

She makes an appreciative sound in the back of her throat, tightening her arm around you and drawing you closer. When you unwillingly flinch at the feeling of her warm hand sliding under your shirt, she shushes you.

“Don’t wake up,” she whispers, the softest you’ve ever heard her speak. You don’t wake up. You pretend you’re asleep, you pretend you don’t feel her, pretend you don’t care about the connotation of her softness. You pretend it doesn’t make your heart squeeze in what will never be, in what now is only the fruition of sleep and the comfort and privacy of darkness. “Mhm, stay asleep, baby.”

She kisses your nose, her hand scratches your back, the bare skin.

“Always so cold,” she breathes, “Always so pretty.”

And suddenly her breathing evens out and she’s asleep again.

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The next few days you pretend nothing is different. You pretend you didn’t hear her call you pretty and baby, feel her kiss your nose. You chalk it up to her frustration from the day finally disappearing in your arms and the fact she was half asleep.

She’s called you pretty before. She’s called you baby before. You’re sure she’s kissed your nose before and commented on the fact you run so cold compared to her running hot.

You don’t even tell Kaelyn about it, although you’re sure she notices a difference in you- it feels like you’re constantly removed. Constantly thinking about that one minute where she thought you were asleep.

Maybe the reason you don’t tell Kaelyn is because you know what she would say. You know that you’ve always been different then the rest of the girls Clarisse messes around with, but this is different. It’s different, the way she kissed you softer for longer last week, what she did Friday night- yesterday when she pulled you into the stables and sat on a hale of hay, guiding you to sit on her lap.

She said she couldn’t have her pretty girl getting covered in hay. And she had picked off the pieces that has attached themselves to your pant legs, holding your ankle as you stood there awkwardly.

And yesterday, she has kissed you not like she usually does, but slow and soft and so sweet. Mumbling against your lips about how perfect and pretty you are, about how good you make her feel.

When she slips you the note, you don’t expect it’s her calling you to her bed again. The second night this week, and it’s written in her slightly messy handwriting- but you wouldn’t call it chicken scratch.

Come over tonight

Please

-C

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Kaelyn seems skeptical over the fact that you’re going to the Ares cabin again, but she can also tell you don’t want to talk about it, so she just helps you.

You lay in your bed for a long time, waiting for it to get dark enough that you can sneak over undetected. And strangely, you imagine your pillow is her chest.

—-

You wake up in a panic. It’s late, later than you would have liked to visit her. You usually come around 12- it’s probably around 2, if you had to guess.

You slip your shoes on and fix your pillows to look like someone, tip toe out the door, into the pale moonlight. You feel on fire, excited to see her, cursing yourself for sleeping- wondering if she’ll be angry with you.

You practically run past the other cabins, checking down the numbers in your head until you finally reach cabin 5. You tug your sleeves over your hands, feeling the cold summer night a lot.

You run around to the back, feet sinking into the soft grass, climbing onto the little step stool Clarisse left for you and knocking extra loud four times on the window- so she knows it’s you.

You suddenly realize there’s light peeking out from behind the curtains- is she awake?

She opens the curtains and then the window, her eyes wide. She rips the window open with such force you almost fall back, throwing your hands inside to catch yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you start, prepared to worship the ground at her feet- but you don’t get the chance too.

She hooks her hands under your arms and practically drags you into her room, you have to scramble to keep up with how fast she sets you onto your feet, her hands pressing against your face-

“Why are you late?” she breathes.

You feel sort of starstruck. Like Friday, something is obviously wrong with her.

You look around the room- notice the fact she has one shoe on, and her spear is on the bed and not hung up on the wall- like she was preparing to go somewhere.

“I’m sorry,” you gasp, slightly out of breath from running, from the fact both of her hands are on your face and she’s staring into your eyes. “I-I fell asleep. Are you going somewhere?” you joke, trying to lighten the mood.

“I was coming to get you,” she whispers.

“Oh.”

She lets you go, sitting on her bed and taking off the one boot she had managed to get on.

“With your spear?” you chuckle, careful to avoid it as you sit next to her.

“No,” she lies, boot hitting the floor, she stands and returns the spear to the wall. “I just… thought something happened to you. It was stupid. I didn’t sleep well last night, I’m not thinking straight.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you say. She stares pointedly at the floor. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I was fine, just asleep in my bed.”

Her eyes finally meet yours and she sighs, heavily, tension fading from her shoulders. She turns off the light and you kick off your shoes, watching as she circles you like a lion watching over its cub. You lay down on your back, prepared fo shuffle over to give you room- and you choke on air when she just climbs on top of you.

She presses her head against your chest, breathes in and out deeply.

And in the darkness, where your inhibitions are lowered- she presses a kiss to your bare chest. It takes you a moment, but you’ve learned to take what you can get with Clarisse. You don’t expect to get it again, but you enjoy it when it happens.

You wrap your arms around her and breathe in the scent of her shampoo.

“I’m fine,” you reassure her, and she nods.

You lay like that for a while, eventually you start to trace circles on her back- just soaking up the moment while it lasts, letting her listen to your heartbeat.

You pretend for this one night.

And when she’s almost asleep, her voice breaks the comfortable silence.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she asks.

“Yeah, ‘course.”

“You’re my only girl. I don’t… don’t wanna see anyone else anymore. I don’t.”

This is all you never allowed yourself to want from her. The one rule you have with Clarisse is to not expect anything, to not get your hopes up. But Clarisse is clearly abandoning all her rules tonight, so you abandon yours.

“Does that mean anything different?” you whisper.

“I just want you to come here every night,” she whispers. “I get scared when you’re not here, ‘cause I think about you so much I don’t know what I would do if you were gone.”

“I know, Clarisse. I know.” You hold your breath, feeling like a dam might spill over any second. “I know how you feel.”

“I jus’ want you to be here with me all the time. I don’t wanna… make out in the bathroom anymore.”

“Well, I do,” you huff, and she laughs, truly laughs and it’s possibly the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard.

“I wanna do other things in addition to that, okay?”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Clarisse. We both know that.”

“But do you know I feel that way about you?”

“Do you?”

“You are… everything to me, Y/N. My pretty girl, my funny girl, my perfect girl.” She doesn’t look at you when she talks, but you let her speak anyway, you let her put one of her hands in your hair. “I had a dream,” she starts, mumbling, but it’s just you and her so it’s like she’s whispering in your ear. “That I lost you last night. That’s why I was so embarrassingly freaked out.”

“It’s sweet,” you whisper. “I thought it was really sweet. I was really confused, but I liked it.”

She breathes in your scent and it makes your head feel dizzy.

“I like it too,” she says.

She doesn’t say what you’re both thinking. You don’t either. Neither of you can promise that this will work, that you won’t run back to the safety of making out and Friday nights. But at least you’re both willing to try.

You’re willing to try, for Clarisse, because she has something about her that you know you’ll never find again. She has the fire, it seeps out of her in every aspect of her personality, the way she carrie’s herself.

She has a fire that has been burning with yours for a long time, before you were even born. And you were separated into two different brazers, but now you’re back, and it might not be good, but it feels right.

She sits up and kisses you quickly, her hand on your face, and it feels like she’s everywhere.

You may be Clarisse’s sad girl, but you could grow to be her everything girl.

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i just love them so lovey dovey and cute and aw i don’t really have anything to say just

shoutout to clarisse’s muscles, to the way she kisses, to the pet names, to the way she loves when she thinks y/n is sleeping……. yeah.

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bonus: the reason clarisse had the revelation and was all don’t worry your pretty little head was bc her siblings were teasing her abt how different y/n is and she was like oh no i’m in love w this bitch

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thecircularlibrary · 13 days ago

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can you make a fic of Hawthorne game night will all the boys and their girls/wife

enjoy these excerpts from their game night!! sorry if it's a little short :/ fun fact: the cards against humanity game is inspired by a real one i played the other day

is that legal?

a hawthorne game night

word count: 894

warnings: cursing (they play cards against humanity for goodness sake)

pairings: all of them (except averygrayson fuck off)

As soon as Avery picked up the black card in their Cards Against Humanity game, she knew that she was screwed. There was no possible way she could come out of this alive and well. She needed to accept that. She looked down at the card to read it aloud and visibly cringed.

“Well if ______ is a crime, then lock me up!” She read, crying internally. “Please don’t make me say something stupid.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Heiress,” Jameson said next to her, smirking in a way that completely contradicted his statement. Avery looked around the circle to see everyone excitedly putting down their white cards.

Once everyone had placed them, Avery picked them up and shuffled all seven of them in her hand. She read them one by one.

“Changing people’s minds with logic and facts,” Lyra.

“Getting drugs off the streets and into my body,” Jameson.

“These hoes,” Libby. “Are you serious? That isn’t even grammatically correct.”

“The Blood of Christ,” Grayson.

“White privilege,” Xander.

“Existing as a person of color,” Max.

“Lumberjack fantasies,” Nash.

Avery picked Jameson’s card. She wasn’t going to touch Xander and Max’s.

The next person to draw a black card was Lyra. “Why is Brett so sweaty?”

Avery looked at her hand and sighed. Her cards were awful. She slid “Fox News” into the deck and called it a day. As Lyra read the submissions, there were a few standouts that were not Avery’s.

Jameson’s card: “Fucking my sister” and Max’s card: “Our mutual friend, Brad.”

Max won. The whole game.

⤨☾⚝✯❁✯⚝☽⤪

“We either play Sushi GO, Throw-Throw-Burrito, Apples to Apples, or Uno. While I know it’s a hard choice, it can be decided easily if we have a fair vote and keep it civil, okay?”

Avery rolled her eyes from the kitchen at the sound of Xander’s voice trying to gaslight everyone into playing Throw-Throw-Burrito, which was confusing. Especially since there was no possible way it would work, considering he was the only one who liked the game. As she came back into the living room with a cheese board for his “vote” she laughed to herself.

��All for Apples to Apples, the kid version of the game we just played?” Xander asked. Max’s hand went up.

“Now Max, you know you can only vote once, right?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then. All for the card game involving raw fish toppings?” No hands went up.

“Anyone for the greatest game of all time, involving calculated risk, accurate aim, and speed/agility? Also known as Throw-Throw-Burrito?” Xander’s hand was the only one that went up.

“I thought he was describing Uno for a second,” Jameson whispered in her ear as he grabbed a piece of cheese from the board on her lap. She grinned at him.

“Fine,” Xander exhaled. “Who wants to play Uno?”

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Playing Uno was a mistake, unfortunately. They should’ve just fumbled their way through Throw-Throw-Burrito. Because now that the game was down to Avery, Jameson, Lyra, and Grayson, it was getting aggressive. Specifically between Lyra and Jameson.

“I skipped you. Just like your dad,” Lyra said after playing the card. Grayson’s eyes widened.

“I don’t know how on Earth you think you can talk?” Jameson inquired as Avery and Grayson played their cards and it came back to Lyra. She played a reverse. “Because I’m the one who can actually place cards.”

“I refuse to argue with someone who started an online relationship,” Jameson mumbled. Avery elbowed him. He threw her a very specific look that had her giggling at the situation that was hilarious to her, considering she and Grayson both had two cards since Lyra kept dodging Jameson’s turn. When Grayson won, Jameson had to walk out of the room. Avery expected him not to return. The thing about a sore winner like Jameson, is that they tended to be sore losers too. To everyone’s surprise, he returned in the middle of their movie break, in which they watched Little Women, with a deck of cards.

“Let’s play Blackjack,” he grinned.

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They did not play Blackjack. They did play Slapjack.

“Ow!!” Xander’s yell rang out in the living room as he collected the cards he’d slapped.

“My bad,” uttered Nash, who hadn’t quite gotten to the deck fast enough and landed a full force slap onto Xander’s hand. This was the eighth time he’d done this. He was three cards from being out of the game, leaving Avery, Xander, and Libby in the lead. Libby was winning.

The card pile quickly grew to over twenty cards. Nash was long out of the game and everybody but the final three was hoping to slap back in. Avery and Xander were running out of cards. They almost didn’t see the hand that slapped the next Jack. They did, however, see Max’s celebratory dance.

Soon, Xander was out of the game but Avery had replenished her deck and was in the lead. When the next Jack hit, she managed to secure it, hoping to secure at least one win at this game night that wasn’t chess. She and Jameson were the only ones who ever played chess.

When she did win, it was when Libby’s last card was a Jack and Avery slapped it before she could or before anyone else could slap back in. It might’ve been the sweetest victory she’d ever tasted.

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “Golden Works of Art" Masterlist

For November 2023, we assembled a masterlist collection of fics to showcase the number 7 for Bangtan and Jeon Jungkook, and the release of Golden, Jungkook’s first album! There are many different AUs, genres, and pairings featured! So, if you're in the mood for all things SEVEN & GOLDEN, this masterlist is for you! Note: All fics are OVER 7k in length, and many feature Jungkook as their focal point but are not limited to being Jungkook-centric

Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

KEY:

🔞 - nsfw (mature themes) ✅ - sfw (no warnings) 💖 - smut ⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

🔞💖⚠️ Promises, Promises (Ao3) | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Jimin x Jeongguk AU Type: Mail Order Husband, S2L | fluff, angst, mild smut Rating: MA WC: 11,280

🔞💖⚠️ Make You Mine | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader AU Type: A/B/O, E2L | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 11,231

🔞💖⚠️ Lights, Camera, Action | @colormepurplex2 [3/3] Pairing: Actor!Jungkook x Artist!Reader (ft. Director!Namjoon x Artist!Reader) AU Type: Poly/3way Relationship, Coworkers/Strangers to Lovers | smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 22,484

🔞💖⚠️ Slow and Steady | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x female reader/Jungkook x female OC AU Type: Art | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 7,137

🔞💖⚠️ Mirrors: What Becomes of Us | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader AU Type: Friends w/Benefits to Lovers | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 8,454

🔞💖⚠️ In Motion | @yoonia [14/14] Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader AU Type: Sex Club | smut Rating: MA WC: 175,587

🔞💖⚠️ Song of You | @bethschamberoftales [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: 1930-40s Romance | smut, angst, fluff Rating: MA WC: 8k

🔞💖⚠️ Let Me Heal You | @bethschamberoftales [1/1] Pairing: ex!bf Jungkook x reader x lawyer! Taehyung AU Type: Coming of Age, Infidelity, Crime, Thriller | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 26k

🔞💖⚠️ I Put A Spell On You | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Demon!Jimin x Witch!f.Reader x Vampire!Jungkook AU Type: Demon/Witch/Vampire Halloween | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 9,257

🔞💖⚠️ Chasing Shadows | @colormepurplex2 [4/4] Pairing: Sherlock!Jungkook x Journalist!f.Reader AU Type: Modern Day Sherlock Holmes | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 21,511

🔞💖⚠️ Flowers of Fate | @colormepurplex2 [4/4] Pairing: UnseeliePrince!Yoongi x Human!f.Reader (ft. x UnseelieGuard!Jungkook x SeeliePrince!Jimin x WoodNymph!Namjoon) AU Type: Strangers to Bonded Mates | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 56,072

🔞💖⚠️ On Wings of Mist & Memories | @colormepurplex2 [3/3] Pairing: DragonRider!Jungkook x FieldScribe!f.Reader AU Type: Enemies to Lovers, Exiled Royalty, Fantasy | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 39,753

🔞💖⚠️ Seeds | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Persephone!Yoongi x Hades!Hoseok AU Type: Modern Greek Mythology, Strangers to Lovers, Mafia | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 7,902

🔞💖⚠️ Lifeline | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Namjoon x Reader AU Type: First Responder | smut, light fluff Rating: MA WC: 7,157

🔞💖⚠️ The Agile Fox | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x OC (named female character) x Yoongi AU Type: Shifters, Werewolf | fluff, angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 51,966

🔞💖⚠️ Bad For You | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader AU Type: Stripper | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 11,340

🔞💖⚠️ To All The Men I’ve Fucked Before | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: tatbilb!au fake dating!au | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 30,586

🔞💖 Laundry Love | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: s2l, non-idol au | smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 9,983

🔞💖⚠️ Bangtan Scouts | @hisunshiine [20/20] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: sailor moon au | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 48,937

🔞💖⚠️ College Nights, Diner Fights | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: e2l, diner au, college au | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 9,841

🔞💖⚠️ Seven Days | @hisunshiine [7/7] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: f2l au, fwb au | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 34,607

All stories copywritten of the specified author. The authors provided consent for their stories to the network to be shared by submitting their stories. Stories posted in the order of submission to the event.

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Ficback Friday Saturday Tuesday

Rules: Share (one of) your first Ao3 bookmark(s) then tag others to join 📚

Thanks for the tag @lord-aldhelm @errruvande @freddie-foxs

First AO3 bookmark on 27 Jan 2024

Wolf-Heart (TLK Finan x OC) by Gemini_Mama

Fandoms: The Last Kingdom (TV)

This story starts around the middle of season 2, and features an OC warrior woman who may or may not end up in a relationship with a certain agile Irishman. ;) Faoladhean is part of one of the last groups of traditional pagan Picts who are struggling to maintain their autonomy as generations of kings rise and fall in the aim of a creating a unified Alba (Scotland). After her kin group is ambushed by Danes, Faoladhean is taken captive in Northumbria. Determined to escape and return home to protect her family, Faoladhean finds herself farther from home than she'd ever dreamed, and in the company of a group of warriors led by Uhtred Ragnarsson. Faced with difficult choices, Faoladhean must decide whether her assumed destiny or the unknown is the path she will follow.

Wordcount: 165,473

This fic was the sole reason I actually signed up for AO3. Just for you to know I think of you @gemini-mama as my AO3 godmother 😅

No pressure tags: @alexagirlie @holy3cake @ladyinred2248 @kingslionheart

#tag games #AO3

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boneyardbob · 2 months ago

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YESSS OUR MIDNS ARE INTERLINKING YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW LONG IVE WAITED AND SEARCHED TO FIND SOMEONE WHO THINKS THE SAME ABOUT THE CREEPS!!!

LIKE NINA MAKING A FOX SCREAM TO LURE IN HUNTERS AND MAKING THEM GET LOST AND LETTING TOBY FINISH IT OFF WITH HIS AXES LET ME GO INTO A LONG MOST DEFINITELY UNCOORDINATED AND DUMB RAMBLE ABOUT WHAT ANIMALISTIC TRAIT EACH CREEP HAS PLS AND THANK YOU!!

Nina traits : 1. She can mimic a variety of sounds 2. She’s inhumanly agile and fast on her feet 3. Has an amazing ability to play with peoples minds but lets get onto the animalistic type of traits 1. Her teeth are razor sharp and her jaw and open up wide like a snake allowing her to be able to bite and rip off massive chunk of flesh when in a pinch (Ej,Jeff and Toby can also do this) 2. Her nails grow at an alarming rate she keeps them trimmed and put into a point (they grow like snake fangs with small holes in the middle of which she uses snake venom or other chemicals to hurt,kill or slow down her prey) 3. She and most if not all the other creeps have a prey drive this increases when they stalking someone/get and adrenaline rush

Toby’s traits: like Nina he can copy sounds but only deer,birds and foxs (some wolves too) 2. Because of the gash on his face he can kinda unhinge his jaw like a snake to bite people (I remember reading he also has some cannibalistic tendencies that’s why his mask is actually a muzzle) 3. He’s a scary good climber and uses the fact that the forest is full of really tall trees to his full advantage when chasing his own victims letting them have a false sense of security before jumping down behind them and spooking them before killing them (I hc he uses his goggles to protect his eyes because of this jumping and climbing trees leaves his eyes as a weak point moving onto the 4 trait) he has scarily good eye sigh like a hawk he’s able to see someone from a great distance 5. He has really good ears since you mentioned he learned/likes animals I think he learned alot about how they act and sound like this also means he can hear danger so the moment he so muchs as makes a slight tilt a slight the smallest of tells that he’s listening for something someone everyone shuts up

Masky and Hoodie: since most of their traits kinda match up I’m putting them together. They work kinda like wolves in the sense that they step in each others steps (wolves tend to follow each step the one in front does this makes hard for hunters to gage how many there are) 2. They both are really good as keeping quiet dont let anyone know theyre there unless they want anyone to know this makes them stalking their victim alot scarier despite the fact they both stand out in the forest people don’t really see them (out of sight out of mind type of thing) 3. They both whistle as a means of communication and somewhat like bats using echo location (Toby is able to hear people and gage how far they are for miles on end but can’t gage where they are exactly Masky and Hoodie can gage where a persons exact location is with the whistling but only for a few meters/miles (this is where Toby comes in he can kinda use echo location but once again can’t gage where they are specifically as I said so he contacts Masky and hoodie giving them info on what he knows)

(Jesus that’s alot…I’m so sorry once again)

These are all so fucking good dude I’m stealing some of these headcanons if you don’t mind. If I include them in fics I’ll make sure to give you a shout out cause these are so creative and accurate. The fucking WALKING IN EACH OTHERS FOOT STEPS RAAAA thats so COOL!!!! Also the whistling is great too I should seriously have them whistle more. And I’m so glad someone agrees with me about all the creeps having a prey drive

#marble hornets #creepypasta

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junkydrawr · 10 months ago

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Snively fic shite! Just a silly little scene, this is how Snively gets stuck having to cook for Antoine (a brief scene I posted earlier) I still have to decide what Sniv's going to cook. Lol

Sniv is training with Antoine (or watching him train).

"Clear away, Snipley! Hi-yah!"

Antoine barraged the bag with furious kicks and punches. It swung wildly back and forth.

"I see you are impress-ed. After I was nearly eaten by a group of terrible hyenas, I began to train seriously!"

Snively wasn't sure what surprised him most - Antoine landing most of his blows, or a gang of cannibalistic Mobians.

He decided on the former, and smirked.

Suddenly Antoine whacked the bag with no warning, sending it careening into Snively's gut. It knocked him down and he gagged for breath.

"Ow. Watch where you're hitting that!"

Antoine pulled him up, his sharp teeth inches from Snively's ear. "I have not forgotten...your mistreatment of the escargot..."

Snively pulled away, one hand on his stomach as he laughed. "Are you serious?"

"Oui." The fox glared daggers.

Another laugh. "I must say, that was the most amusing interrogation I've ever done."

Antoine whacked the bag again, and Snively shoved it away, still chuckling.

"To think, I didn't spill a single drop of blood...didn't threaten you in the least...and you nearly caved in. I've had children more resistant than you."

The bag came his way again, hard. He calmly stepped back. Antoine's fur was bristling now.

"Oui? But did you not say you never question-ed zee little ones?"

"Ah, I didn't. That was rhetorical speech. If I had questioned childen...they would have..."

"Menteur! Monster."

It wasn't the bag coming at him now, but Antoine. Snively dodged a punch, only to get kicked on the left side of his jaw. He stumbled, got socked in the chest and knocked on his rear. His recently healed fingers twinged painfully.

Still the foppish fox advanced. The small human sprang up, exhaling like a bull. "No way...no bloody way am I going to get beaten up by the likes of you!"

Antoine was more agile, but Snively's pain tolerance was far higher, and he shrugged off a whack to the face - and consequently bloody nose - to get in close. He grabbed the fox by the shoulders and threw him down.

"You little frog. How's this for training?" Straddling the fox, he struck him repeatedly in the face. Antoine sputtered, trying to shove him away.

"Fuel, terrible fuel! Get off!"

A blur of blue came between them, knocking them apart. Sonic came to a stop, one hand on each chest. "Yo, yo, what's going on here?! Training getting a little too serious, huh?"

Antoine growled. Sonic looked over at Snively and the blood oozing over his lips. He shook his head. "Sally's gonna be mondo angry that you two are fighting like this."

Antoine brushed off his uniform. "Oui. Perhaps I got harried away."

"Uh, that's carried, Ant. Look, lunch is ready. Why don't we all cool off and have a snack?"

Snively brushed his arm under his nose. "Sounds splendid. Do you have any toast?"

"Uh..." Sonic gave him an odd look. "No, but I guess you could make some-"

Snively looked sidelong at Antoine as they began to walk. "Good," he sneered. "Because I do love a thick slab of toast slathered with margarine."

"Hey!" Sonic yelled as Antoine lunged at Snively again.

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Sally handed Tails a chilidog.

“I can't wait until I can eat this in one gulp, like Sonic does!”

She shook her head. “That's not something to aspire to! One of these days, Sonic is going to choke! Besides, it might upset your tummy-” She trailed off as Sonic came blazing up. Under each arm, he held two buffoons.

He dropped Antoine to the ground and Snively followed a second later.

She set her hands on her hips. “What is going on here?” She took a closer look as Snively stood up, indignantly brushing off his uniform. He had dried blood crusted under his nose. “Sonic!”

“These two were fighting,” he said. “And I don't mean the training. Real fighting.”

Antoine snarled. “The fuel... he shows no remorse! No egrets at all!”

“That's regrets...” Sally sighed. “Don't we already know that about Snively?”

“I'm right here...” The small human said darkly, but his eyes were gleaming in a manner she didn't like. “And he's not talking about my vast crimes agaisnt Mobi-anity. He's talking about my culinary cruelness.”

Sally groaned. Behind her, Tails sloppily made himself another chilidog.

“Antoine...are you really still going on about the slugs...or whatever they were? You have to drop it.”

“I will drop it...when Snipley prepares a proper meal. To make up for his deeds.”

“With or without poison?”

“Snively, stop it.” Sally put a hand to her face, musing. “Ok. That sounds fine, Antoine. With Bunnie supervising...we'll have Snively make you a nice meal. Right, Snively?”

He scowled. “No.”

“It wasn't a request.”

“With saliva, then,” he hissed. “Got it.”

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A/n: hey Sniv's a good cook when he tries. Lol. Anyway I'm trying to finish up a little flashback of Snively in Mobian school and another of he and his father. *is lazy*

#snively #junkysnivfic #satam #Antoine

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yoonia · 3 years ago

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Lol there is a perfect explanation for that. I promise. But for now, I’m just going to let you wait :)))

@yoonia i fucked up and decided to read all of agile fox its now 4am and i have not slept its really good tho and im a teeny bit LIKE HOW COME WE GET JOONS STORY BEFORE THE FINISHING OF THIS ONE but its fine. ignore me and my ramblings

#opaljm #fic: the agile fox

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randomfoggytiger · 2 years ago

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X-Files Collector’s Edition: Mulder’s Early or Late Birthdays (Season 1)

It’s Mulder’s birthday! And since I have a long list saved of birthdays in sundry times of his life, I’ve tailored this list to fics specifically dealing with Season 1. (Feel free to suggest favorites below so I can beef this up!)

Now venture forth, fellow believers.

@nnyyssssaa/dksfwm’s dies Veneris, XIII

““She hopes that his name will become him, that he’ll have an agile mind with keen intelligence, be driven by passion, and possess an inconspicuous personality, conceivably to spare him from the pain she’s sure she’ll cause him; ultimately, like the fox, she anticipates that he’s going to have to protect himself.””

Mulder was born on Friday the 13th... but how many of his October birthdays fell on Fridays?

Christine Leigh’s The Road to Fresno

“Scully was sure of two things in regard to her partner, which were that he was the smartest, most intelligent man she'd ever known, and that she would never be bored by him. Beyond that lay many mysteries. One thing, though, that was not a mystery to her was that she knew that today was his birthday.”

Mulder feels worn down on his birthday and wonders aloud if he should just quit. Scully shares her Snickers and works up courage to wish him well.

@vgcam/veredgf’s October Thirteenth (Ao3)

““They got into their rental and proceeded to their target in somber silence, his brooding mood oozing on to her. This was going to be a sad affair of a stakeout, he noted to himself, and it was all thanks to him and his bleak attitude.””

Scully randomly asks about Mulder’s birthday on his actual birthday. He’s shocked when she empathizes and “makes-do” with a flashlight.

@sportsnightnut’s (Ao3) there’s always next year (Ao3)

““Scully knows better than to ask Mulder what he wants for his birthday.

She tried, once.””

Mulder only wanted the Yanks to win, so Scully gifts him a “next-time” present.

@lokisgame’s (Ao3) Black Forest

““I thought," she began, but faltered. "If you don't want it, I can take it back."

Mulder sat up, slow on uptake after a day of interviewing the witnesses. "Wait, take what back?"

"The cake," she explained, her gaze dropping to the box. "It's your birthday, isn't it?”"

Scully surprises Mulder with a cake; Mulder surprises Scully with 3 questions.

@greekowl87’s (Ao3) Fictober 2020 Drabbles - Chapter 3

“But on his desk was a card and a small, wrapped box with little pumpkin wrapping paper. He looked around suspiciously and opened the card. It was a little Halloween card and inside, in Scully’s neat handwriting. “

Scully gifts Mulder an alien bobblehead for his birthday.

Pattie’s Not Just Another Day

““Lunch went well at a local deli, although Scully couldn't help but wonder why Mulder thought of his birthday as 'just another day'. She could have sworn he was peering around the place to make sure no one would jump out with streamers and balloons to yell out, "Happy Birthday".””

S1 Mulder is still a teeny distrustful; but Scully breaks down his last barrier with a fake-out and mutual terrible movie experience for his birthday.

FictionPenned’s Shifting Constellations

““I got you something,” Scully says, reaching across the cluttered desk to set a small box in front of her partner. Though she and Mulder have exchanged gifts before, they do not exchange gifts often. They often overlook birthdays and holidays, but there are scattered days in the space between when they belatedly pass on some small token of affection or another. It is mostly incidental generosity, but small comforts mean a great deal when one faces down the unknown with ceaseless regularity.””

Mulder��s birthday is one of many star-mentions throughout Season 1 and 2.

(**On a personal note: 10/13 is the best birthday, and I am thrilled to share it with such an iconic character... mostly because there will always be new fanfic and fanart for me to enjoy, heehee.**)

Enjoy!

#fic #txf #x-files #xf fanfic #Collector's Edition #Mulder’s Early or Late Birthdays #Season 1 #txf season 1 #dksfwm #Christine Leigh #veredgf #sportsnightnut #Lokisgame #greekowl #Pattie #FictionPenned #best birth date #mine

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yoonia · 10 months ago

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The way I just spent the last couple of hours reading The Agile Fox only to let out a scream at the end when I reached the cliffhanger, immediately tried to find To Catch a Wolf only to realize it’s not posted T^T AHHHHH IM OBSESSED THE WRITING IS SOOO GOOD I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT PLEASE

Ahhh I'm so sorry!! I'm currently working on the next instalment. It's a slow process because I'm writing it together with Blood Moon Rising as the timeline between the two stories are aligned T^T

In the meantime, here's a little spoiler of what's happening next!

Thank you for reading <3333

#💌 for dia #Anonymous #fic: the agile fox #misc: feedback

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canichangemyblogname · 3 years ago

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Star Wars media is rife with a very particular trope: the Space Jew. This tropes is when an alien, monster, animal, or other nonhuman creature embodies characteristics of a real-world racial, ethnic, or religious stereotype. Think: Watto or Cid.

This trope often gets confused for the "fantasy racism" metaphor where a writer might deal with a very complex subject that might otherwise be censored by using two racial, ethnic, or religious groups of aliens, monsters, animals, or other nonhuman creatures. This metaphor has been used with varying degrees of success and many would caution against using this allegory all together.

Because, typically, writers aren't exploring the social and economic complexities that result from decades of medical discrimination between the two-headed Boubas and three-headed Kikis. The metaphor tends to be as surface level and as shallow as the writer's understanding of the subject matter.

Aliens, monsters, animals, or other nonhuman creatures have long been used in media as a stand-in for black, brown, and indigenous people. Writers will make a monster character and often single out black, brown, or indigenous people as part of the "monster" group being discriminated against by white people. This, however unintentionally, reinforces the association of black, brown, or indigenous people with animals or animalistic characteristics. It reinforces racist ideas that they are not human. It also reinforces racist ideas that POC are simultaneously physically super-human: stronger, faster, and more agile than their "genteel" white counterparts.

And it is worth noting that this is a theme that disabled folks, Jewish people, and Muslims also get lumped into.

Now, I bring this up in response to some fan works I see regarding the Clones, but also with fan-favorites like Darth Maul. And I'm not just talking about the fan works that give these characters more animalistic characteristics like the "Wolffe bites" trope, I'm also talking about ones that make them animals or monsters.

Where they take an in-universe fact like, "Hunter was genetically altered to have heightened senses," and turn it into: Hunter will stalk and hunt you through a forest and when he finally catches you, he bites you until he draws blood--oh--snd he can smell when you're bleeding or ovulating.

These fics are making groups like the Clones stronger and faster than human men. They are making them more agile. For whatever reason, they growl and bite. They eat flesh and need to consume blood and have a one-track mind that runs on loop: breed, breed, breed. Or they're a "monster" because they're an alien or because they're genetically modified or because they're disabled.

I've seen this with Hunter. I've seen this with Wrecker. I've seen this with Crosshair. I've seen this with Darth Maul. I've seen this through non-con "sex pollen" tropes. I've seen this with Savage Opress. I've seen this done with Grevious. I've also seen this done with: Tech, Echo (the literal reason was because he is disabled), Wolffe, and Fox.

I shouldn't have to say: don't do this. And I shouldn't have to constantly re-iterate that the blueprint; the model, for all the clones is a brown Polynesian man.

Your fic isn't hot. It's racist.

And I've seen people try to explain this away as kink, as if kink can't be racist. There are a couple differences between your partner chasing you through the house as foreplay and what I described: 1.) consent, 2.) your partner is still human.

"But what about A/B/O--"

If you're only writing ABO fics for brown men or black and brown-coded men, but not for your other faves like Kylo of Obi-Wan or Anakin, please analyze that. Please analyze why you feel the need to make black and brown men- and sometimes exclusively black and brown men- half-wolf.

#racism in fandom #ableism in fandom #TW: blood mention #Clone Troopers #The Clones #Darth Maul #Savage Opress #media tropes #fan works #The Clone Wars #The Bad Batch

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kabira · 4 years ago

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05 | job hunting

pairing — spider-man!vernon x ofc

featuring — joshua, yeji (itzy), felix (skz), yangyang (nct)

word count — 2.9k

genres — spider-man au, marvel au, fluff, action, angst, humor

warnings — none

note — so...you might have noticed some changes to the pairing. i’ve decided to go ahead and convert this to an x ofc fic because when it’s a 3rd person pov thing the ‘you’ pronoun kind of jumps out at you and it just sounds really unnatural lol. she’s been left race-ambiguous in the description, and she’s pretty cool, so i hope you like her !! even though she doesn’t show up very often djskalskjs

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Vernon stepped out into the open, finding himself on the highest level of the Helicarrier—not the top floor, but the deck itself.

The wind was strong, pushed by the rotator blades keeping the carrier in the air, and he shivered on feeling the sudden chill descend upon him. He hesitated, resting his palm against the side of one of the structures containing the blades, and glanced around. The aircraft was massive, big enough that despite being right next to the Quinjet runway, he couldn’t see any of the city beneath.

When he finally spotted White Tiger, she was sitting near the edge, mask in hand. At first, he was apprehensive about her being spotted, but when he got close enough, he realized they were way to high for anyone on the ground to be able to make out her features.

New York was easily a couple thousand feet below them, the tallest buildings looking like toy figurines from the high vantage point. The harbor glittered a dark blue-green underneath them, catching the dying light of the sunshine like little stars contained in the water. It was a breathtaking sight, so beautiful that it washed away Vernon’s initial fear as easily as a wave clearing away dug letters on a sandy beach.

He glanced at Yeji, pressing his teeth against his lower lip. She had her back to him, shoulders tensed—of course she would have heard him approach. Her hair was still up in a ponytail, but swayed lightly with the breeze. Even as he stood behind her, she said nothing, remaining silent and stony as she stared down at the view below.

“It’s nice up here,” he murmured. “Unless you have a crippling fear of heights, that is.”

Silence.

Vernon sighed to himself, slowly taking a seat next to her on the sun-heated deck, and pulled off his mask. The air was cool against his sweat-soaked skin, but did nothing to set his heart at ease. That was the hard part, one he had to figure out himself.

“So, White Tiger, huh?” he asked, scrunching up his nose as he looked at her sideways. Her chin rested on her folded forearms, which were balanced against her knees, legs crossed at the ankles. It should have been a relaxed posture, but her muscles were too tense, standing out like steel cables on her arms and sides. “Do your powers have anything to do with that jade amulet you wear?”

She unfolded herself, unconsciously touching the amulet that hung from one side of her gray belt. It was a vibrant green color, looking fragile like glass, but despite her generally offensive style of fighting, there wasn’t a single scratch on it. “It was my father’s,” she answered dully. “And my grandfather’s before him. The amulet is a family heirloom that passed down to me when the rest of my family died, and with it, the powers it bestows upon the bearer.”

“Oh,” he said, a little surprised. He hadn’t expected her to speak, but she had opened up, despite the still guarded tone of her voice. He pulled his knees up to his chest and looked out at the view, feeling calmer than before, but also a lot more awkward. “Are you afraid of the water?”

She glanced over at him, a confused scowl on her face. “What?”

“The water,” he repeated, indicating the harbor with a tilt of his head. “Aren’t cats supposed to be scared of water or something?”

Her eyes narrowed, but not before he caught the glimmer of amusement in them. “I’m not a cat,” she said. “The amulet gives me the agility and tenacity of a white tiger, but not all its fears. Are you afraid of house lizards, spider boy?”

“Well, one in particular.” He half-smiled. “But he’s back to human now, so I guess not really.”

She gave him a small smile back, one that indicated she got the joke. It wasn’t a big gesture, but it made him feel a bit better—which was funny, since he was the one supposed to be comforting her. He recalled Luce’s words from their earlier conversation. There’s no harm in being decent.

“Look,” he started, reaching up to rub the side of his neck, “I’m sorry about what I said back there. You said you knew I didn’t like you guys, but that’s not true. It’s just—it’s a sudden change,” he mumbled. “To have a whole team of supers in the school, and so soon after the—incident, it just set me off.”

She said nothing, waiting for him to continue. He shook his head. “You probably don’t know what happened a few weeks ago, and what happened, it’s not your fault. Heck, it doesn’t even have anything to do with you.” He laughed weakly. “The incident that took place, it followed a regular pattern I already should have known. When superhero stuff and real life mix, nothing good comes out of it. I wasn’t prepared for you guys, and I took it badly. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

Yeji hummed. For a few moments, they sat in silence, but it was a comfortable sort of silence. For Vernon, it felt good to get all of that off his chest. It was hard to admit to something because of his pride, but putting it out there made him feel a bit better. No one liked seeing their faults, but to him, it was better than hurting someone he didn’t really want to hurt. In a way, even the superheroes around him were innocent people who could become collateral damage.

“What incident?” she asked.

He glanced at her, a little confused. She stared back at him with her eyebrows arched, as if expecting him to say something. “Sorry, what?”

“I told you about my family, how I came to be in possession of my powers,” she said. “Your turn. What incident were you talking about?”

He bit the inside of his cheek, staring at her thoughtfully. “Do you know Harry Osborn?” he asked at length.

She nodded. “The Goblin—I mean, Norman Osborn’s son.” She gave him a curious look. “Wasn’t he at Midtown with you?”

“Yeah.” He looked away again, studying the lenses of his mask. Speaking about it was difficult, and he wasn’t too sure about instantly opening up about such a horrific incident to someone he had met two days ago, but his instinct told him he could trust White Tiger. Either way, there was no harm in talking about that day, at least not the general aspects of it. “And you probably also know about how Norman Osborn was taken down.”

She nodded again, slower this time, looking thoughtful. “Wasn’t there a bargaining chip of some kind involved?” she asked. “Wait, sorry. I meant a human hostage.”

“Yeah,” Vernon murmured. He hung his head, running his spandex-covered fingers over the cloth of his mask, swallowing hard against the sudden dryness in his throat, but it hurt to do that, like there was a thorn stuck in his flesh. “Long story short, Harry Osborn…well.”

Yeji glanced at him in surprised concern, and he looked away, avoiding her gaze. Now would come the pitying glance, the awkward condolences, the unsure silence. He had had enough of that in the past few weeks.

“I get it,” she said, to his immense surprise. When he looked back at her, her eyes were sad, but there was a firmness beneath them, like stable ground at the bottom of the river. Even if she didn’t quite know all the details, they both spoke the language of loss, and it didn’t need words to be understood.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he said.

“I won’t.” She turned her face away, towards the sky, and he followed suit. The silence this time was more than comfortable, it was comforting. “No more details?”

Despite himself, he smiled. “Not yet,” he replied. “You have to get past level twenty first.”

She snorted a laugh. “I don’t really play video games,” she answered. “It’s a little difficult to fit in when you live in the same quarters as a couple of teenage boys, but I can’t do anything about it.”

“Really? You can drop by after school sometimes and I’ll show you.” He grinned, then grimaced. “Or maybe Aunt May can. I’m not the best at them, she kicks my butt on Night game night every time.”

“She sounds amazing already. I can’t wait to meet her,” Yeji said, smiling. “And while we’re on the subject of family—argh, I’m totally going to sound like Agent Fox, but here’s the thing.” She shifted her weight, sitting with her legs crisscrossed. “I know it’s hard to deal with loss, and that it’s different for everybody, but protectors feel guilt on a different level than everybody else—and you can’t carry that kind of weight around with you.”

Vernon picked at a small cut on the leg of his costume. “Agent Fox,” he repeated. “You too, huh?”

Yeji winced. “Therapists aren’t really equipped to deal with our kind of experiences,” she said. “I mean, what do you say to someone who had to physically fight their best friend’s dad because he turned into a genetically enhanced green monster?”

He laughed.

“Agent Fox might not be your best bet, but there are other things you can try,” she continued. “I know you probably don’t want some kind of preachy advice, but for me, being White Tiger helped.” She ran her fingers along the grooves of her amulet again, as if deriving comfort through its touch. “Doing something, even little things that just keep your mind off the past, it helps.”

He thought back to Luce’s words. “Like getting a job?”

Yeji frowned. “I guess,” she said. “If it doesn’t take over your time as Spider-Man, that is.”

“That’s twice in a day someone’s advised me to get a job,” he said. “Maybe I really should go ahead and get one.”

“Maybe you should,” she agreed. “But I have a feeling most normal jobs won’t interest you. If you’re going to work, might as well work on something you’ll enjoy.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, the gears of his brain already having been kicked into action. “I think I already have something in mind.”

The last time Vernon had met Dr. Curt Connors, it had been as Spider-Man.

It was not an experience he had particularly enjoyed, since it had been one of his bigger fights had had left him with a hairline fracture and a few bruised ribs, holed up in his room for a week to nurse himself. Gym had been worse than usual that Tuesday.

As he pushed through the revolving doors at the entrance of Roxxon Industries, he was already beginning to regret his decision a little bit. Sure, there was no way that Dr. Connors could know his secret alter ego, but the knowledge didn’t help his nervousness one bit.

Plus, with Oscorp pretty much in ruins, the research scientist had shifted his work to a different corporation, and Vernon didn’t know his way around the new building at all. It was a tiny thing to be so worried about, especially for a person who had faced Doc Ock at the age of sixteen, but even the little things seemed big now that he was out job hunting.

Vernon clutched his father’s briefcase tighter, taking his visitor’s pass from the front desk and heading up the escalator to the designated room. Dr. Connors had met Vernon Parker exactly once before, when the latter had shown up at his old laboratory asking about his father, Richard Parker, Connors’s former colleague.

Back then, their conversation had been cut short by a Spidey emergency, and after that the only time he’d been able to see the doctor was while battling him as the Lizard. Vernon had been too afraid to go back afterwards, scared of the decades old formula Connors had developed which turned him into the monster, and what he might discover about his father’s work.

But Dr. Connors had made him a proposal that the boy remembered three months later—that Vernon was always welcome to come work at his lab. Now, the idea of being a simple research assistant didn’t sound very great, especially when the project was so controversial that its funding had been hanging by a thread even at Oscorp, where they weren’t exactly known for their safe experiments. However, biophysics had always been fascinating to him, not to mention the fact that it was his father’s legacy.

He guessed it was about time he went back to claim it.

Vernon stood in front of the door awkwardly, unsure what he was going to say. But he lifted his hand, and he knocked.

“Come in,” came the doctor’s voice from behind the door, and Vernon took a deep breath before pushing the door open and stepping inside.

The room was bigger than he had expected it to be. It definitely wasn’t just an office, with multiple tables and various small instruments and charts held down by random objects acting as paper weights spread across them. Tall shelves lined the wall behind the main desk and the one opposite it, stuffed with old and new volumes. The doctor’s table itself was pushed into a corner to make way for everything else, but despite the packed space, everything was organized. It was a pattern Vernon knew from his own room: order in chaos.

Dr. Connors was standing behind his desk, reading through a paper on a clipboard in his hand. He looked up as Vernon entered, and a range of emotions flashed through his eyes when he saw him—first confusion, then recognition, then fear, then guilt. Finally, the doctor smiled, straightening as he placed the board back on his table.

“Vernon,” he said, and Vernon felt a thrill upon seeing that he remembered his name. “A face I haven’t seen in a long time.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Vernon tried to press his lips into a smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace. “I would have come by earlier, but what with midterms and everything happening in the city…” He hesitated. “I was just a little afraid, I guess.”

“I understand,” Dr. Connors said, and it wasn’t just an empty phrase, like he actually understood Vernon’s fear of facing his father’s past. But then, maybe he did. “I would have liked to see you again after our conversation was cut short, but perhaps a few months’ lapse in between was necessary.”

Vernon thought back to the Lizard incident a couple of months ago, when Dr. Connors had injected himself with an underdeveloped serum, turning himself into a giant lizard. “I read your recent article on the lizard formula,” he said slowly.

The doctor’s hand froze on the table for a moment, but relaxed just as quickly. He looked up at Vernon with a gentle sort of intelligence in his eyes, a look so different from the Lizard’s that he had trouble believing they could be the same person. “Did you, now?” he asked. “And what did you think of it?”

“Genius,” he breathed, and Dr. Connors’s eyes lit up even more. “I looked through my dad’s old papers, and cross-checked the changes with your research.” He opened his mouth and closed it again. Better get this over with quickly. “I know this must seem abrupt, but I wanted to ask you something.”

“Go on.” Dr. Connors inclined his head, gesturing at a seat with his good arm. The other one ended up to just above the elbow—a sight that reminded Vernon that it was the doctor himself who had been the first human trial for his cross-species grafting formula.

“The last time we met, you asked me to come work with you in your lab,” Vernon spoke slowly, hesitating between words. “And when I read your paper, I saw that you would continue to research further on the gene splicing and the, uh, the blood-brain barrier and—” He cut himself off, realizing that he had begun to ramble. “I was wondering, after last time, if you could—”

“Take you on in my lab for the research?” Dr. Connors completed his question for him, positively beaming. “Of course! Your father was a genius, and you follow in his stead. It would be a great advantage to have you on the team.” His smile faltered a little. “And then, even after all these years, I owe him my life and its work,” he added in a lower voice. “I’d be glad to have you.”

“Really?” Vernon looked at him with rounded eyes, clutching the case tightly enough that the skin of his knuckles paled. “I—wow. Thanks, Dr. Connors.”

Dr. Connors shook his head. “There will always be a place for Richard Parker’s son at my lab,” he said. “If you’re free, I could show you around the lab now, just so you get the feel of the place. Unless, of course, you’re busy right now, in which case you could swing by later.”

Vernon laughed, relieved and gratified and ridiculously happy. “I have all the time in the world.”

“Great,” Dr. Connors said. “When can you start?”

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Fatgum agency Sidekicks and Support:

A list of sidekick ocs for my BnHA fic(s). Characters pretty much would be the same regardless of AU I use. I’m throwing magic, cyborgs, and lab experiments into shit b/c its a fucking superhero universe and why not have it be kitchen sink?

-Shifter- Nami Dumas- (Quirk) Animorph- mutation quirk that can partially or fully transform into any animal. Requires touching an animal for a few seconds for her quirk to save a ‘scan’ of it to use later. Cannot use multiple animal forms at once and cannot hybridize things that can’t naturally produce living hybrids. This limitation is bypassed when using quirk enhancers at the cost of her hybrid forms being extremely difficult to control. Can scan and transform into people, even able to use their quirk tho she’d have to actually learn the quirk and does not get the donor’s knowledge. Has an easier time with smaller transformations than bigger ones. --> A classmate and close friend of Taishiro, who is one of the few reasons she’s not simply become a villain/vigilante by now. --> Mentors Tamaki on his quirk. Especially in the area of knowing what animals/plants he’s using, their potential applications, and the control of and appearance of his manifesting. Is training him on using enhanced senses and herteromorph hand-to-hand combat. --> True appearance has a vantablack face with the only actively visible features being orange eyes, orange teeth with blue forked tongue and blue gums when the mouth is open. Extremities darken to the same light-absorbing black with the rest of the skin being a medium brown. Default form tends to be a wolverine or ratel transformation that is at least a foot or more shorter than her true form and much more thickly muscled. --> Uses wolverine/ratel for strength and courage (in these forms she can easily lift Fatgum which makes him feel… emotions). Prefers peregrine falcon or pigeon for flight with the former for speed and later for endurance (is faster than Hawks but never acknowledged by the media). Various sharks and crocodilians for water-related missions. Wolf for endurance + speed. Fox for agility. Dragon (Trigger transformation) for nuking a site from orbit. --> Is a rescue hero who refuses to engage with arrests if a villain/criminal hasn’t done anything she considers to be worth it. Is the most likely member of the agency with a hero license to kill. --> Is very good at scent and sight-based tracking. As well as stealth. --> Can impersonate anyone in the agency rather effectively given proximity and practice. --> Was created artificially by a foreign scientist and was initially planned to be used as a prototype bioweapon. A practical demonstration she was dosed with Trigger at the graduation ceremony for her class and proceeded to cause destruction. Because of their friendship, Taishiro was able to drag her out of the monster she’d turned into and regain control of herself. --> Tends to come off as rude to strangers. Doesn’t care about her public image so long as the job gets done. Is openly critical of the hero system to the point that she’s on at least two different government watch lists. --> Vanished for a year after graduation to travel the world and learn more. Came back with Flash and Thunder in tow. --> Full title is The Wild Hero: Shifter

- Leech- Kaichu Yakushimaru- (Quirk) Blood Pressure- A mutation type quirk that gives the user the appearance of a humanoid leech/lamprey. Gives the user an extremely flexible and muscular boneless body controlled by muscle and fluid pressure. Gives the user the ability to detect heat signatures as well as an incredibly powerful hunger for blood. --> When relaxed is around 6 ft tall and plumper looking than Fatgum. When flexed is around 10 ft tall (not including their antennas) and has a more traditionally ‘muscular’ looking appearance. --> Can pick up and throw Fatgum. Which tends to either annoy Fatgum or make him feel emotions that are likely not appropriate for an employer to feel towards an employee. Leech knows this and teases Fatgum. --> Worked as a janitor in a hospital until they were set up for a murder they didn’t commit and driven into a feral state by the real murderer. Was rescued by Fatgum who investigated and found the real culprit. Fatgum later offered Leech a job with his agency when discrimination made it impossible for them to get another job regardless of being innocent. --> Was the first person to become a hero by going through Fatgum’s trade school for heroism. --> Their costume involves a piece of support gear that’s primary purpose is satiating their thirst for blood by feeding them a steady stream of it through a mouthpiece. This allows them to fight more effectively without the distraction of hunger or fear of losing control. --> Has a pair of antenna as a vestigial mutation from a parent with an insectoid appearance that gives them an excellent sense of smell/taste. Is primarily an underground hero but has worked with Fatgum on more public missions. Is terrifyingly good at stealth considering their size. --> Is much much faster than they look. --> Is ranked higher than Gang Orca on the list of heroes who look like villains list. --> Is the head of an outreach program funded jointly by the Fatgum agency and Toyomitsu family that helps people with dangerous or difficult to control quirks and quirks with gross or dangerous side effects. Is fucking furious about what happened to Himiko Toga and has offered to help rehabilitate her if she was ever captured. --> Leech’s diet is pretty much entirely carnivorous with blood being the major component. Raw meat provides all the vitamins they really need. Uses blood as an egg substitute when cooking food and knows several foreign blood-based dishes. The majority of blood in their diet is from cows or pigs. --> Fully known as The Worm Hero: Leech

- Flash- ‘Wally Dumas’- (Quirk) None technically. A nonhuman and nonorganic being found by Shifter on her travels. Can move at super-speed and recover from nearly any form of physical damage up to and including decapitation. Is capable of discharging surges of electricity close to his skin. Charges power through physical contact with his twin, especially if they rub their hands together to create friction. When in physical contact with his brother they can teleport themselves and others and generally rearrange the orientation and location of any object they know the location of in 3D space. --> The thinner brother. Keeps his hair short and is more likely to get into trouble. Both brothers are approximately 7’8”. --> The more hyper brother. Both of them get excitable, especially when charged up, but he’s more likely to stay hyper longer. --> Is loyal only to Shifter but since she respects Fatgum he’ll take orders from him. --> Loves gaining new friends. --> Has next to no sense of morality. Will follow the rules Shifter set down but doesn’t understand why they exist. --> Alongside his brother, they have a part-time job as bouncers for the extradimensional nightclub/community center known as Pandemonium. --> Thinks Fatgum and Leech make great perches. --> Assists in Tamaki training with speedy takedowns. If Tamaki can catch a speedster then he can catch anyone else. - Thunder- ‘Boomer Dumas’- (Quirk) None technically. A nonhuman and nonorganic being found by Shifter on her travels. Charges power through physical contact with his twin, especially if they rub their hands together to create friction. Can fly, manipulate his own density, and has superbreath as well as recover from nearly all forms of physical harm. When in physical contact with his brother they can teleport themselves and others and generally rearrange the orientation and location of any object they know the location of in 3D space. --> The chubbier brother. Has longer hair and is a bit scruffier. -->Tends to be calmer than Flash and calms down more quickly after being amped. --> Also the smarter brother. While he also has no sense of morality, he’s figured out how human people tend to react/want to be treated based on the rules Shifter placed. Also more likely to figure out what an enemy is planning. --> Is slightly more willing to let scientists take samples and test him due to his own curiosity about what the hell he and his brother are. --> Refers to Nedzu as an ‘experiment buddy’. --> Got a provisional license well b4 his brother got one. To the frustration of Flash who had to work very hard to put together what he needed to do to pass. --> Likes kids b/c they ask questions. --> Like his brother he doesn’t need to eat physical food, both get everything they need from electricity and sunlight, he just likes the experience. The extra energy he gets from doing so is why he’s chubbier. --> Also doesn’t need to sleep but enjoys doing so as well. - Eyes/Eyespy- ???- (Quirk) None. An extremely skilled hacker, tech expert, and witch. Her body has cybernetic enhancements, the extent of which is unknown. She can interface with most forms of technology and spy on people. Her magic allows her to see through any eye or representation of an eye. She’s working on a warp system utilizing both advanced tech and complicated spellwork. She is very good at sharpshooting and sniping. --> Every single name she’s ever given as well as the ones on her many licenses are fake. --> A small and slim woman who pretty much fades into any crowd. --> Not a hero but is licensed in hero support. Went to Seiai Academy and lied her ass off about having an intelligence quirk. She’s just that fucking smart. Is the main DJ of Pandemonium and oversees the surveillance and warp gate system. --> The warp gate system is based on Flash & Thunder’s teleportation power and she hopes to get it implemented for general public use to help people who can’t afford public transportation, disabled individuals, and giants/mutants who can’t ride on public transportation due to size or bodyshape constraints. --> Was first an online friend of Taishio met on a quirkless server. Kept in touch with him even after he found out he had a quirk. --> Helped Tai and Nami sneak their friend Lee into Shiketsu by faking his documents and fucking with the school’s computers and records. Tai, Nami, and Lee did the rest by lying their asses off to the other students and teachers. --> Helps fund things by robbing rich people’s bank accounts. --> Has several warrants out for her arrest under various fake identities but Tai hasn’t ratted her out yet or taken her in himself since… she’s not really hurting anyone. --> Her girlfriend is a villain working for the Devil’s Market. They do mad science together. --> Moderates Fatgum’s fansite. --> Drinks a lot of coffee. - Wildstyle- Cassandra Wei- (Quirk) None. Is skilled with improvised weapons and the infinite permutations of carfu. Is friends with a living shapeshifting magical sentient vehicle she calls Leviathan. More of a scrappy street fighter than a disciplined martial artist. --> Is essentially a reformed villain/vigilante. --> Listen this is just female Casey Jones TMNT. --> Was arrested for so many driving violations. Also b/c she rammed into Fatgum with a sports car going 200 mph out of curiosity. Fatgum was furious. --> She’s 6’4” and a wall of muscle. Is almost always wearing a hockey mask. Hair kept in a pony tail, often laced with barbed wire to discourage grabbing. --> Most likely to use a crowbar to beat the shit out of people. --> Leviathan communicates via morse code and snippets of radio broadcasts. Leviathan is the more stable person in their duo even tho it is a near literal speed demon. The only person Leviathan allows to drive/pilot them is Wildstyle. --> Wildstyle legitimately has up-to-date licenses to drive/pilot pretty much anything. --> Is the designated driver for the group if they need to transport people or things. --> Leviathan CAN turn into things that Fatgum and Leech can ride in but it can’t go FAST while carrying them. Mostly b/c Fatgum won’t let them go fast b/c of traffic laws. --> Wildstyle is very good at getting from point A to point B and this terrifies pretty much anyone not invulnerable or near-immortal who rides with her. --> Can and does ride Leviathan indoors. Especially to a fight. --> Is technically not a hero yet. Is working on it. --> Has several cousins who are in the racing profession. Hates her wimpy older brother and loves her adorable delinquent niece. --> Migrated to Japan after a very big family argument. - The Immortal- Lee Watari- (Quirk) None. Is incredibly skilled with numerous weapons and forms of martial arts. Has levels of speed and reflexes close to those of speedsters after years of intense training. --> Taishiro’s oldest non-family friend. --> Tops out at 6’8”. Has a wiry frame and has a broad collection of scars. --> An orphan taken in by the Devil’s Market. Showed an aptitude for weapons and fighting. Was assigned to be young Taishiro’s bodyguard and initially had no intention of compromising his duty with a friendship with his charge. Taishiro did not give up on trying to be friends and eventually, Lee gave in. He doesn’t regret it. --> Is the quirkless friend that Taishiro, Nami, and Eyes got into Shiketsu. Managed to become the number 2 in class b4 the faculty figured out he wasn’t actually a student. Was promptly kicked out and Tai and Nami nearly got expelled. --> After that did more jobs for the Devil’s Market and was an assassin for a while. --> Was the first person to find out that Fatgum was starving on his tiny paycheck post-graduation. The two of them got into a fight over him continuing to be a hero, trying to make it without help from his family/Tai being a stubborn jackass. Tai refused to ask his family for help so Lee took it upon himself to try and make sure Fatgum was eating a little better b/c being as skinny as 19 yr old Fatgum got reduced to had to be terrible for his health. --> Joined Fatgum in the underground fighting rings where they earned a nice little nest egg of money. Wasn’t captured by the cops during the raid but Fatgum was. --> Would murder people that Tai doesn’t like if Tai’d let him. --> Is almost certainly the best martial artist of his generation. --> It takes a while but he eventually does become the first quirkless hero in Japan. --> Fully known as The Unbeatable Hero: The Immortal.

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