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spider-jaysart · 3 months

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Any hot takes or unpopular opinions about super sons?

Here's some for the animated movie first:

Jon's voice doesn't suit him at all for the age he's supposed to be, it just kept throwing me off a little everytime he spoke with it. It's definitely not terrible though, it's just not for him at all

Idk about others opinions on Damian's voice though, but I really loved it. I felt like it fitted him pretty well and let his daring and mischievous side stand out really nicely. It's my favorite for him personally

I don't like that they white washed Damian in it once again when they could've definitely given him his darker skin and green eyes (I know this one's very popular already, but I just wanted to say it still). And when they showed the pitcher boy in the baseball game, he literally had EXACTLY those features on himself, which made it really feel like it was an actual annoying tease of some sort, since his model strangely looked way more like Damian than Damian himself did

And also besides all of that stuff, when Damian is in his Robin model, I feel like he looks perfectly fine and cool, but his civilian version looks a little weird to me for some reason. And I know that his hair in his Robin form is also a little funny too because of how long it is, but I don't really have a problem with it lol

Now for the ones outside of the movie:

I'm not so crazy about them being a Nightwing and Flamebird duo as adults. I want them to become their own identities, but not by using those mantles, cause it's still not completely theirs and isn't really fitting for them to me either, not even the Batman and Superman mantles either. Other characters like Dick, Chris, and Bette have already used them and made their names with it. Damian and Jon both actually deserve their own that let them shine in their real unique ways and stay independently remembered without their titles getting into the mix of confusion with other hero's. Everyone is allowed to have fun with it obviously though, no matter what I think

For a day job as an adult, Jon should become a scientist instead of a writer or reporter for the Daily Planet like his parents, because that's just totally boring and he's also his own person, not their twin. Just cause he's their child, it doesn't mean he's gonna be exactly like them and daydream about their hobbies. And it makes a lot more sense for science being his dream job too, because he's shown plenty of interest in it before

And for Damian, he should become a vetinarian as an adult, and credit to my good friend @camo-wolf for this next part here that I love, which is that he also owns his own company as a ceo to do it too, so he also has many more helpful clinics opened everywhere instead of just one

I'm not too crazy about their trinity with Lizzie and just can't see the boys having one either. It feels like it's just another thing to make them even more like their Dad's once again imo, but I think they're better off being kept as just a duo still. And unlike many other Damijon and Supersons fans, I'm also not crazy about Lizzie herself either :| (Not saying that I hate or dislike her though). I will say that the stories with the three of them together are pretty fun and cute though, despite what I feel about her. Oh, and for another little thing, even though it's Damian and Jon's thing in their relationship to fight and argue over things, it feels a little overdone in those books and feels like they're being more like just nasty to eachother with their certain comments and want to actually just get the other mad constantly

Speaking of groups, besides the boys having their little Supersons duo to themselves, as kids Damian and Jon definitely should've had their own awesome superhero team together a LONG time ago with characters their own age that could've grown with them like how it was originally planned for canon, instead of them both being shoved into ones like Teen Titans and other already established ones like that, because those groups have so much of their own stuff going on that just doesn't fit the boys and all of the members in them are usually much older than them too. For my idea about what they would have, I like to think that it's a fun group separate from the Supersons duo that both Damian and Jon lead and their main members could've been young close friends of theirs, like Maya Ducard, Kathy Brandon, and Colin Wilkes, and then for additional ones, it could be Tai Pham, Maps Mizoguchi, Flatline, Respawn, Suren Darga, Chris Kent, Irey and Jai West, Lian Harper, and even though I play around with their ages a lot in my own universes like randomly switching them both from toddlers to tweens whenever I feel like it, I'll say Mar'i and Jake too (idk if I'm forgetting any others). Then for the team name, I choose "Legacy's Youth" or "Youthful Legacy" or "Legacy's challangers"

And for another thing to do with groups, Dceased should've just let Maya and Kathy be the girls that teamed up with the boys, instead of forcing a deaged Cassie Sandsmark into it just to date Damian, create a trinity, and be the girl in a boys group, because unlike her, Maya and Kathy are the ones who actually have real relationships and history with Damian and Jon that were already made outside of that universe, so they both would've been much better picks. And without all of that dating stuff too, because them being boys and girls doesn't mean they should have to (plus, Damian and Jon seemed like they were the ones that were actually dating and also married to eachother instead in the story anyways lmao, so that's more proof that there was literally no need for it)

Jon's electric powers that came out during his Injustice crossover are so lame, cause that's not anything new. His solar flare is so much more dope and unique than that, what happened to it?!?! I prefer it way more

The team up reunion Supersons book that came out with Older!Jon and Damian in his new suit felt like their personalities were kind of swapped in some parts of the story, which was kind of weird to see and bothered me a little

During Damian's first time visit in the future, Jon should've been way more protective and stood up for him better when Saturn Girl and the other legion of heroes members began saying their hateful and nasty comments out loud about him right in front of his dang face. And even more defensive he should've been too when Saturn girl started messing with Damian's mind out of nowhere like it was okay and then put him to sleep, instead of just letting her like he did. He should've had complete second thoughts about the whole team right there and decide to leave after how uncomfortable they've made things, instead of still joining them anyways like they're still cool and forgetting about what had just happened. Jon's actual entire reaction during it all was just so naive and felt so ridiculous to me, it was disappointing

Jon and Chris Kent can both exist together at the same time, there is no problem with it at all. And just because Chris was taken away, that doesn't mean Jon's existence should be hated for it, it's the fault of DC writers for what happened, not him

Damian should also be able to finally have a sweet relationship with his Mother already instead of it still being dragged away from him all the time and also still being considered as an abusive one for him, because 1. being horrible to her child is ooc for Talia and 2. Damian deserves to have her in his life, not just Bruce as a Father. He should also be able to have a good relationship with the rest of Al Ghul's too and even a sibling relationship with Respawn as well, not just the ones he has with the Batkids. I know that some (or most?? Idk lol) fans don't like him because they say his origin made Ra's look bad for having him be abusive to him, but that's all very unnecessary blame on Respawn's character that he doesn't deserve at all, it was just a role he was put in as a victim, it's obviously the fault of the writers who wrote the story to be that way. I also feel like it would've made more sense that Slade raised him and was the one who had actually abused him, because he's done it to his other kids in the past anyways and him being a toxic parent is actually very in character for him

The Fortress of attitude is literally catching dust now that Damian and Jon have both completely forgotten about it for some reason, it deserves to make a comback!!

Jon used to have a dog named Ranger, I'm not sure what exactly happened to him (I guess he was forgotten about or whatever), but he shouldn't have been erased. He was adorable

I prefer Damian's pushed back spikey hair so much more over his current flat and long one, it fits him better. The current one does look nice on him and I get the reason behind why he has it, which is pretty sad, but it makes him look too similar to Tim and I don't like that. The same artist who made Damian's new hair that way in the first place also doesn't draw Flatline's spikey hair either, which makes me think they might actually have something against those kinds of hairstyles lol

Damian would so get along with Lois because of their sass and Talia would actually love Jon for how great he is to her Son

Annnnd I think that's probably all of my unpopular opinions about the boys for now lol

Thank you for the ask, anon!! I enjoyed answering this!

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isca-tide · 2 months

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chenford prompts/ideas

I hope it's okay to just throw prompts out like this. I'm still very new to this fandom but very invested in Chenford (being caught up with a show is the worst, why do I fall in love with these types of ships until I know how it ends?), so much so I dusted out an old tumblr account and posted a ramble on ao3. I'm down bad for these clueless fictional idiots. * What if Armstrong didn't take Caleb's deal in 2x11? As in, he arrests Caleb instead of going with him. It wouldn't change them finding Lucy, I don't think, but could give some very nice (and by that I mean angsty af) interactions between Caleb and the others. Namely Tim, of course. * Tim is the one who goes to the prison with Nolan, so he's the one who goes with Nolan to the house to confront Caleb. Does Caleb still die in the same way? Does he live? Does Tim have to sit and watch the video feed for those agonising seconds while he waits for the rest of the team to touch down, after realising Lucy isn't in the barrel in the house? * What if Tim didn't give Lucy the 'Bradford special' back in 1x09, and she still gets shot? Any excuse for feral/protective Tim, especially since he'd be even more feral after Isabel's shooting. * What if, to help Jackson, Lucy offers to switch places and become's Stanton's rookie for that last month. What's the worst that could happen? * Lucy is exposed in 1x20 instead of Tim. * Lucy has serious thoughts about breaking the door down in 1x20 when Tim is attacked * Both Tim and Lucy are exposed in 1x20 and have to quarantine together * Not so much Chenford, though obviously Chenford, but just people supporting Lucy after Jackson's death. Give Lucy all the hugs please. * One of those 5 times fics but revolving around Lucy's moonstone ring. * Lucy gets greenlit instead of Nolan * Tim helping Lucy to wash her hair after she'd been injured in some way. Not sexual, not necessarily platonic, just helping. Either as friends or established lovers, post break-up or pre. Even a fully clothed over the basin 'don't expect me to dry it too, Boot' because he felt guilty. I just love a good bit of non-sexual TLC sometimes. * Honestly, same as above but with Jackson. So definitely platonic but just something sweet and soft. Lucy needs TLC, okay? I have feelings about this. * Overprotective (not necessarily 'I have feelings for her' but, ya know, we love a clueless Tim) Tim looking out for Lucy (in that weird way of his) with some of the more asshole officers/civilians they meet through her training/time as P2. Especially if she pisses off an asshole cop (akin to Stanton. If not Stanton. We hate Stanton) for some mundane reason, and Tim has to have her back when it escalates. * Lucy accidentally pisses off a very high ranking criminal. Cue everyone protecting Lucy even though she doesn't need protecting. * Tim and Lucy chat after the Stanton confrontation. * Lucy's ill or mildly injured but pushes through/stays in work. Tim keeps pushing her and she makes a mistake and/or gets hurt. Angela, Bishop, Harper, or Grey talk with him, and make him realise he has to know when to stop pushing sometimes. * Lucy's had a particularly bad day with some shitty criminals/civilians/officers. Tim thinks he gets it but he can't, not really, so his brand of tough love isn't working as he wants it to. Lopez/Harper/Bishop and/or even Lucy try to get him to understand he'll never understand what it's like to be a woman (and one of colour) on patrol. * Lopez/Harper/Bishop etc take Lucy out after said bad day. Tim can be there with Nolan if he wants. Jackson too. Jackson gets it more but everyone needs to hear how difficult it can be. Mainly ladies supporting ladies. * And if anyone wants to take a proper shot at the long-form disjointed ramble fic I did, or take ideas from it, please do. Basically post-break up, Lucy's in a bad place and Tim goes to comfort her and I have a lot of feelings about Jackson being gone and Lucy not having the support network she should with Tim and Tamara leaving her - ao3 ramble here

That should be it for now, at least while I keep working through episodes properly (also, ugh, watching these early episodes with Nolan/Lucy stuff is just...ick after binging all the Chenford stuff first ^_^). Thank you to anyone who takes these, you're a very talented fandom with some gorgeous writers! I'm working my way through Chenford fics on ao3, but if any of these have been done before please spread the love and share some links/reccs <3

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selmasemlan · 1 month

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An Unexpected Lesson

Summary: The international hero student, visit U.A. High to share the harsh realities of global hero work, leaving Class 1-A both humbled and inspired by their experiences.

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Luna Aizawa (OFC), Bakugo Katsuki x Luna Aizawa (Platonic), Midoriya Izuku x Luna Aizawa (Platonic)

Author note: We get a peak into Luna and what she has been doing as a international hero

Warning: mention of violence and death

Word count: 1458

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An Unexpected Lesson

The morning sun filters through the windows of U.A. High School's Class 1-A, casting soft rays onto the eager faces of the students. The classroom buzzes with the usual morning energy as they prepare for another day of training and learning. Aizawa Shota, their homeroom teacher, stands at the front of the room, his expression as unreadable as ever.

Aizawa clears his throat, immediately commanding the attention of the class. "Today, we have special guests joining us," he begins in his usual monotone voice. "They are students from the International Hero Program, here to give you a presentation on what it means to work on the international scene. I expect you all to be respectful and pay attention. This isn't something you can afford to take lightly."

The class murmurs among themselves, curiosity piqued. Kirishima leans over to Denki, whispering excitedly, "How much harder can the international scene be? We’ve been through a lot already."

Denki, ever the optimist, grins. "Yeah, I bet we can handle whatever they throw at us!"

Before Aizawa can respond, the door slides open, and two figures step into the room. The first is a tall young man with sharp features and platinum-blonde hair, strikingly similar to Monoma Neito. The resemblance is uncanny, save for the slightly softer expression in his eyes. He’s dressed in casual yet stylish civilian clothes, his posture confident yet rigid.

The second figure is a girl with long, dark brown hair streaked with red highlights, her hair swishing slightly as she moves. Her eyes are sharp, and her presence commands the room without a word. She, too, is dressed in civilian clothes, a form-fitting jacket over a simple shirt and pants, giving her an air of effortless cool.

The girl, Luna, steps forward, her eyes briefly meeting Aizawa's. "Apologies for interrupting, Sensei," she says with a respectful nod, her voice calm but carrying an edge of authority.

Aizawa gives her a curt nod, indicating that she may proceed. The class, momentarily stunned by their entrance, quickly regains their composure.

Before Luna can speak, the young man, Monoma Mamoru, steps forward, his expression slightly irritated. "You all think you know what it means to be a hero, but the reality is, you're not even in the same league as we are," he says, his voice tinged with impatience. "Your experience is limited to the national level. What we face on the international stage is far beyond what you've encountered."

The class reacts with a mix of surprise and indignation, murmurs spreading quickly. Bakugo scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest, while Todoroki narrows his eyes in quiet observation. Midoriya listens intently, his notebook already in hand, ready to jot down any important details.

Luna places a gentle hand on Mamoru's shoulder, calming him instantly. "Mamo-kun," she says softly, "be kind. They haven't gone through what we have. It's not their fault they don't understand the level of seriousness involved in our work."

Mamoru sighs, visibly relaxing under Luna's touch. He steps back, allowing her to take the lead.

Luna turns to the class, her expression softening slightly. "Let me introduce ourselves properly," she begins. "I am Aizawa Luna, and this is Monoma Mamoru. We're here today to share our experiences and give you a glimpse into what it means to operate on the international scene."

At the mention of her name, Midoriya's eyes widen in recognition. "Luna… Aizawa Luna?" he exclaims, his voice filled with surprise and curiosity.

Luna offers him a small, warm smile. "It’s good to see you again, Izuku. But our reunion will have to wait. We're here on business."

Midoriya nods, slightly flustered but understanding. Bakugo, who has been watching the exchange with a proud smirk, lets out a scoff. "Tch. Always straight to business, huh?" he mutters, though there's an undeniable hint of admiration in his tone.

The rest of the class is buzzing with questions. Kirishima, ever the enthusiastic one, leans forward. "What’s it like working on the international stage? Is it really that different from what we’ve experienced here?"

Luna's expression grows more serious, her smile fading slightly. "The difference is immense," she replies, her voice firm. "We handle world-changing cases every day. The level of danger and the stakes are far higher."

Mamoru steps in, his irritation now replaced with a more solemn demeanor. "Students drop out within the first month, never returning to the pro-hero scene. It's a testament to how intense and unforgiving the work is."

The class falls silent, absorbing the weight of their words. Kirishima, still curious despite the gravity of the conversation, asks, "Can you give us an example?"

Luna and Mamoru exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. Luna nods slightly, giving Mamoru the go-ahead.

Mamoru begins, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of sadness. "Our first mission was a bomb threat that covered an entire country. We were thrown into the situation with little time to prepare. The pressure was unimaginable."

Luna continues, her voice quieter now. "Our second mission involved tracking down a serial killer who operated across multiple countries. It was a race against time, and failure was not an option."

She pauses, her gaze drifting to a distant memory. "On our third mission… we lost a classmate. A friend. It was a hostage situation that went horribly wrong."

The classroom is deathly silent, the weight of their words hanging heavily in the air. The students, usually so lively and chatty, are now somber, reflecting on the harsh reality of hero work beyond their borders.

Ururaka, her eyes wide with concern, finally speaks up. "How do you… deal with something like that? Losing someone?"

Luna meets her gaze, her own eyes softening. "You carry their memory with you in everything you do," she replies quietly. "You let it drive you to be better, to ensure that their sacrifice wasn't in vain."

The words resonate deeply with the class, and a few students find themselves blinking back tears. Kirishima, ever the emotional one, wipes at his eyes and says, "That's… that’s so manly, Luna!"

Luna smiles at him, appreciating the sentiment. Sensing the need to lighten the mood, she shifts gears. "But it’s not all doom and gloom," she says, her tone lifting slightly. "We also get to experience amazing cultures, work with incredible people, and face challenges that push us to our limits in ways you can't imagine."

Denki, ever the curious one, seizes the opportunity to ask, "So, what’s your quirk, Mamoru?"

Mamoru, who had been quietly observing the class, perks up at the question. "My quirk is called Shield," he explains, holding up a hand. A faint glow surrounds it, and an invisible barrier shimmers into existence. "I can create shields in various forms and even erect barriers that can withstand significant impact."

The class watches in awe as Mamoru demonstrates, the barrier glinting faintly in the classroom light before he dispels it with a wave of his hand.

Once Mamoru finishes, the attention shifts to Luna. The class waits eagerly for her to reveal her quirk, but instead, she simply scratches her cheek, a small, slightly embarrassed smile playing on her lips. "Well, I’m quirkless," she says, almost casually.

The room falls into stunned silence. The students, who had been hanging on her every word, now gape at her in shock. A flurry of surprised exclamations bursts out all at once.

"Wait, what?!"

"No way!"

"How is that even possible?!"

Luna chuckles at their reactions, sitting down on the teacher’s desk with a relaxed posture. "It's true. I don't have a quirk, but that doesn't stop me from doing what I do. With the right training, strategy, and support, you can overcome any obstacle."

The class continues to stare at her in awe, grappling with the idea that someone quirkless could reach such a high level in the hero world. Bakugo, having known her for years, just smirks proudly, while Midoriya looks at her with admiration, understanding how much harder she must have worked to get where she is.

As the shock wears off, a few students can’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all, and the mood in the room lightens. Luna’s calm confidence in the face of their disbelief leaves a lasting impression on them.

The scene ends with the class still buzzing with curiosity and admiration, while Luna sits atop the desk, her red-highlighted hair swishing slightly as she turns her head to look at them all with a soft, knowing smile. Todoroki, who has been quietly observing her throughout the entire exchange, continues to stare at her in admiration, his heart pounding slightly in his chest as he realizes just how extraordinary she truly is.

#selmasemlan fic #shoto todoroki x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #my hero academia #my hero academy fanfiction #boku no hero academia #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #ultrared

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emelinstriker · 9 months

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Do our ESAU boys have just one outfit? Do they have multiples of the same outfit with only one or two more comfy options for cuddles or laundry day? Who doesn’t bother with actual clothes and just magics up whatever they need for the occasion? Does Mink ever bother with any semblance of clothes or does he just stick to being an inky Ken doll?

The do have more clothes in their rooms, which does include even their old clothes from the show's canon. They all got their own sleeping attire, as well as more casual wear to slip past civilians when their Master wants to go to town or something. Probably some of them would even have costumes lying around somewhere in the back of the closet, or even a straight up duplicate of their usual wear.

Wukong could actually just use a bit of his hair/fur to create more for his wardrobe. But he also is the one who barely covers up his chest, so he prefers just having his shoulder guard and cape. However, if he really needs an outfit he doesn't have, he would just summon it that way.

In that same case, Macaque would just shadow portal away and return with whatever outfit he needs. Whether or not it was stolen borrowed from an outsider shall remain a mystery.

Mink usually just sticks to being like an ink-monkey Ken doll, but he does form clothes or copy someone else's body when making fun of them over their looks. Or even just to manipulate in general.

Nezha generally prefers his usual outfit, but also has other armor in his arsenal. If it's something he could use in battle, he doesn't mind wearing it. Casual wear isn't really his thing, but he doesn't mind wearing it to be able to to follow his Master with outsiders around. Or even just to be able to cuddle with them better.

MK actually prefers more casual outfits since he for some reason feels more familiar with those than his armor. Doesn't mean he dislikes his armor, but he generally likes to use a more casual wear when drawing in his room, with no missions going on.

Red Son is also more for casual wear, but more in a way of: If it's light-weight and doesn't bother his movements, he has no issue wearing it. Unlike the pink champion, he doesn't like wearing armor. Which is actually why his usual outfit is mostly just made out of fabric.

And Azure has more of a 50/50 standing on casual clothes and armor. So he usually sticks to having some armor on him, but also mostly fabric. For him, he just wears whatever he deems as most fitting to the situation/mission/task at hand. No actual preference towards what he wears, as long as he can protect his Master in it.

Also I'd like to imagine they all have an animal onesie. Like, some Master most definitely got them a onesie, or they all have one just in case. Just cuz the idea of it is cracking me up rn-

#eternal servants au #esau qna

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goodluckclove · 3 months

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I have this piece of canon that I don't know how to fit in the series so I just need to talk about it here.

Scott doesn't understand most forms of bigotry. Sexism, transphobia, intersexism - it's not that he's too innocent, and it's definitely been explained to him, but something about his upbringing and the way his mind works just doesn't allow it to process that some people are just like that.

Like he grew up with civilian kids coming in and out so definitely he got some shit pre-puberty for being intersex and generally gender neutral. And he mostly just reacted with confusion. Like who cares? Stuff is complicated. Are we playing pirates or what?

And then when he went through a masculine puberty and decided to identify as a man and people told him he might get some pushback for still having long hair and wearing dresses, he just sulks. He complains to Ollie, who hasn't transitioned yet, how it isn't fair she and Tenzin get to wear dresses whenever they want "just because they're girls".

"well I'd probably get shit too," Ollie tells him.

"why?" Scott asks.

"because people probably wouldn't think I was a girl."

And just like that he's even more confused and frustrated for the rest of the day. Because what the fuck does that mean?

I would like to think it's his Ollie, his best friend, who tells him eventually that some people are "just fucking stupid". So as an adult, whenever people make comments about his being intersex or having an asexual relationship, he still gets confused for a second, and then something clicks and he smiles at the person and says "oh right - you're just fucking stupid". Then he excuses himself from the conversation before they have a chance to argue.

Scott Skylark Kaufner is not the best queer person for an in-depth and educational discussion on queer identity and politics. He knows a TON but just accepts fluidity and the overall spectrum so completely that he is impossible to talk to about it. You can identify as any contradictory culture or micro-label and he will accept it with no follow-up questions aside from maybe "what does that mean".

Mspec lesbians? Alloaros? Cistrans people? All fine, let's move on. Stuff is weird and vast and he knows it's okay to admit you don't know most things. Scott would never have a tumblr because even as he improves with technology I think social media would be hard for him, but he'd have quite the social circle.

I do think furries would be hard for him. Mostly because he is going to think he's friends with an actual anthropomorphic fox.

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hupla222 · 7 months

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Miraculous AU Designs

As promised, here are the designs for the heroes of my Pokémon Horizons x Miraculous Ladybug au. I'll be giving some nots along the way when the app I used to make these didn't quite match up with my vision for the characters. It goes without saying that for all of these I imagine the outfits to be a lot more formfitting then they would allow. That out of the way, buckle up, this is gonna be a long one.

First up is Kitty. Her design is pretty much perfect to what I wanted it to be. Only thing to note is the Liko has her hair up in a ponytail during this transformation. Also her eyes turn completely blue, like a cat.

Next up Scarab. I really like this one. Only change would be that the red parts of his costume have black spots all over them, like a ladybug.

Now Chaofeng was one of those where is was really hard to make it look the way I wanted. Essentially, there is a giant decal of a golden Chinese dragon spiraling his costume, with the tail starting on his left leg and the head ending on his chest. There is also a golden spiral on his right arm. And I think it's pretty obvious that his mask should have eye holes. Also his eyes turn completely yellow, like a dragon.

Vixen turned out wonderful, nothing to add here except that it is in this form that Dot where her hair up. She wears it down in her civilian clothes. Also the mask isn't black in the eyes.

Baker's Dozen once again perfect pretty much nothing to add except that his costume doesn't have goggles, that's just to reference the shape of his mask.

Durga is one where is was a little tricky, anyone with stripes was really. Just imagine she has tiger stripes instead of those lines, with thinner ones on the body and thicker ones on the arms and legs. Also the back of her costume is that magenta color used for her belt. Also her eyes turn completely dark blue, like a tiger.

Corkscrew might just be my very favorite design, I really love how this one turned out. No changes to make here.

Metamorphosis is another that I barely have to edit except to say that once again her doesn't wear glasses, that's just his mask shape. Also to say the I always hated that hood mask thing that Hawkmoth wore.

Cockatrice was a fun one to make, what with all of the color. Also him being the superhero persona of my favorite Horizons character. Nothing to change here except to say the whites of his eyes turn yellow, but his irises remain blue.

Phasian, another one that hardly changes. Only thing to note is that I'm not going with the blue skin thing that the show did. I just think it looks weird. I mean, none of the other miraculous did that.

Gallop, wouldn't you know it doesn't change much. And for once that actually get to keep the glasses since they are the miraculous.

Conejita, Gallop's partner in "crime". Another one of my favorites and another that barely changes. Say it with me everyone, the glasses just represent mask shape. She gets to keep the stars though.

Stream Queen, return of the stripes. Except this one isn't too bad. the stripes are actually how I want them. Only thing to change is that she doesn't just have one stripe of black on her pants, the back half of her pants are black.

Yapper, one I'm pretty proud of. No changes, just want to note that Coral has her hair in a singular ponytail during this tranformation.

A finally, Mr. Hog. Nothing to change here, just want to quietly chuckled at how Onyx has wear so much pink and fight with a tambourine.

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daleelahwrites · 9 months

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Hey Daleelah, wondering if you got Any ideas on what Timeskip Bertholdt would have been like if he made it back to Marley with Reiner and the warrior pals following RTS?

I’m thinking His hair is shaggy and overgrown, heavy eyebags, he’s even taller, but like Reiner poor baby has lost weight 🥺

Definitely thinking he would be Vice Chief Hoover. I also think that he’s basically unfazed by anything. Dead inside and is a blunt, straight-forward person

Also what do you think might be Sasha’s reaction to seeing Bertholdt like this in the timeskip? Bertholdt burdened by his warrior duties

Hey anon!! Thanks for the ask! 🥰

I'm glad you sent your own headcanon because I haven't think about it yet. I really liked how you imagine Bertholdt, so many years of loss, Reiner's time is close to end, his own time is running out... I can see poor boy couldn't have a single night of good sleep in years. Eat? If wasn't for Pieck, he would pass the week with an apple and a glass of water. But he's good with the kids, after all he knows people out there aren't good with them :'(

((I know that headcanon of him being a smoker is popular (whyyy) but I'm not really a fan 😭))

I can see him being all stoic and blunt as you said. The last time we seen him, Bertholdt's already accepted that the world is like that, there's none they can do. So he's probably just working for Marley as he waits for his time to pass his titan for the next warrior. Like Reiner, he's also worried about the kids, but he don't have no one to look at anymore, as we already know after the time skip, Bertholdt's father died. And I'm interpret this situation as if Annie is still in the crystal, so he's already don't have a lot of friends.

I think that if Bertholdt have come back with Reiner, Porco maybe would have this grudge on him too, like "what was the greatest colossal titan doing he couldn't help Marcel?". And so as Reiner he would just accept that he's another good-for-nothing person and waits his dead could at least bring something good for the people he couldn't help.

And then, Liberio. Eren and all. Chaos. Suddenly his life is up down, he was so sure he would never see anything about people from Paradis again, and now is seeing all that people on black flying around, shoot soldiers, some shoot civilians (hey Floch), a real attack. He recognized the wings of freedom, but he hadn't to see it to known who they are. He was there once, but he isn't one of them. And, for some reason, he also don't feel like he's one of the warriors. He was there just waiting his time to come, and now everything is falling, everything is burning. After those years, finally something inside him is burning too.

He sees Sasha and he notices she have seen him too. So many years...

Here, do you remember in canon while trying to defeat Reiner in his titan form, Sasha was hit in the head and passed out? She was the only soldier that didn't seen when Armin eat Bertholdt, she didn't seen his death. In this AU he didn't die but as same she didn't see him running away with Reiner. So what would she feels when see him after a long time with no goodbye?

Also, I'm sure if Sasha was alive she would join the Alliance without hesitation, probably the first to join and YELLS "WHY ARE YOU WAITING WE NEED TO DO SOMETHING!!!" because no way she would seat down and watching the world burn. Arthur already said, he sent his daughter out of the forest, she wouldn't going to come back. And I'm sure Bertholdt would finally react after years of silent remorse and pain, and being as vocal as her that they need to stop Eren.

Wow, this one was long lol sorry for the long text. Thank you for sending this ask and sharing with us your ideas, it was really fun to think about it!! Let us know if you have something else in mind! Hope you have a good day~ 🩷

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boyakishantrinity · 9 months

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BWAAAH- glomp.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

The sound of bickering echoed from far ahead. They looked up. A pair of humans wrestling in the dirt, several other humans all watching as they fought over what looked like a megaphone.

"... Good morning colonel."

"... Are you-"

With a sigh. The blonde continued.

"yep. My name's Richy, that'd blondie and Levi."

"... Who's-"

"LET GO YOU DUMB BLONDE BITCH."

Shouting the brunette, pulling back her hair as they fell down the hill.

"... Should we-"

"nah. It's more trouble than it's worth. Now, the specimens?"

They're been several zombie outbreaks, humans firing down upon civilians, casually tossing images of what was left of their spatial worlds where they learnt things the hard way. In their words.

"it's a few thousand, or your planet."

Gripping his waist, the man snapping his fingers as flammenwerfers stepped forward. Germans. In the simplest words possible, burning the samples after taking the data. Swastika proudly displayed on his robes, the few hairs of blonde hair on his head as he looked at the scientist.

"destroy all samples. Conclude any and all research."

"I- SIR."

Eyes wide, looking at the colonel as the woman beside him, also in robes with a swastika printed on her sides also wearing similar orange robes as the man. Longer brown locks than the man, albeit much shorter than what any woman normally had.

The third one amongst them held a human firearm. An antique metal slim box like weapon, long hair with bright orange dyed hair wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. Chewing something in her mouth, popping a bubble seemingly directed at him.

"... May I ask why?"

"Would you like to be the reason another outbreak occurs?"

"..."

The man's pincers clattered slowly, the big like alien hesitating. Making confused jitters as he whistled out.

"Our security-"

"mate. The virus only gotta get out once. Infect one person and it's back to square one."

"... I understand your concern, but-"

"with all due respect. This isn't something like a new fungal parasite."

Quiet, brown locks largely kept, the woman's voice quiet as he looked to her.

"... Excuse me?"

Swallowing her nervousness, looking up at him.

"sir. This is a pathogenetic cancer, something we should exterminate, short of a highly exhaustive system specifically for research we cannot permit your research like this."

"... And if we refuse?"

"Then we will commit war."

The threat. No, the promise. It rippled towards the researchers. Scoffing, wings fluttering with nervousness as it turned into buster.

"You'll commit war-"

"yeah. We will. Now incinerate all samples."

"... You insolent-"

Click.

Fangs frozen, the gun cocked at his head. No. Not frozen. Broken. Like snapping long nails out, a sharp pain erupting form the wounds. The gun held at his head as she hissed.

"touch her. I dare you."

"... Is this your mate?"

"... One of them. Yes. Lily?"

"..."

"Lilianium."

"... Fine."

Lowering the rifle. Keeping an eye as the woman takes a sigh.

"But yes, we are prepared to wage war if you continue to research this."

"... As in the UEN?"

"..."

Looking away, the triad of figures whistling away as he repeated the question.

"you mean the UEN is prepared for war."

"... Not quite."

Standing behind him, several bodies thrown forward, some kind of tail struck through their chests. He blinked. The three taking a step back, falling to one knee, gun placed at the violent woman's side as they looked down.

"... And who would-"

Something pressed against his head, the sound of a metal capsule falling to the ground.

"you really want to know?"

"Millie, what you did was quite dangerous."

"relax El-z, it went alright."

Looking out the ship, warp drive allowing for across system communication.

"... Regardless, does Mike know you did this?"

"..."

Silence. Complete. Radio silence. Taking a deep breath. She repeats herself.

"Millenia Blackfire. Does your father, Michael BlackFire know of your location?"

And again. Complete radio silence. Before she responded. Quietly.

"... Maybe. "

"... Millie. Where does he think you are right now?"

"... The vacation system."

"... Sorry, I didn't hear that."

".. the vacation system aunt Eleanor."

I could hear the hissing breathing through the radio. Glaring at the console as she repeated in that chilling customer service voice.

"MILLENIUM MELLIE BLACKFIRE. Where are you right now?"

"... The vacation system."

"And if you got hurt on your little expedition?"

"... I'd get my ass whooped by dad."

"..."

"I'm sorry. I'll tell you before I do something stupid."

"... I'm not mad about that. But please tell me you at least made a few contingencies."

"..."

"... I'm going to steal ship and beat your ass if you don't tell me the truth in five minutes."

"... Yes?"

"was it three layers of complexity?"

"... No..."

"So, Millie. Did you plan contingencies."

"... No."

"good night brat."

Click.

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brrambleberry · 7 months

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Ghost has to attend mandatory therapy, and the receptionist is about as happy to be there as he is.

*In Ghost's opinion, this is an utter waste of time. Of all the horrors and monstrous things he had done in his enlistment, one disobedience was all it took for the higher ups to send him to talk about his feelings. As if they hadn't demanded that he terminate and bury them for nearly 20 years. The other option was prison, and they knew better than to stick him in a cement casket with abusers and scum. So the next best option was to shove him through double doors he had to turn slightly sideways to enter, and into a shitty little waiting room. He walks through the parallel rows of skeletal folding chairs and right up to the tall desk. He's not quite sure who he was expecting to greet him, but it sure wasn't her.*

*A young woman sits on a swivel chair. Her black hair is teased up into a 60's updo, bordering on a mess but it looks good on her. Long sharp nails, like gleaming red apples. A cheeky diamond is inlaid where a beauty mark might sit on her upper lip, and eyes with lashes like a fan neglect him for her computer screen. A name tag reads 'Nettie'.*

Ghost *is quiet, that partly how he got his bloody name, but he knows that she knows he is there. Women generally do, they have a sixth sense for when someone of his size and nature are prowling in the shadows nearby. He's not quite sure what to do in a situation where he needs to draw attention to his own presence.*

Ghost *clears his throat*

Nettie "Yeah I see you there mate, kinda fuckin' hard to miss. Just gimme a sec, I need to flick off this email..."

Ghost *says nothing. His jaw twitches and he shifts himself to keep the exit within sight. This was ridiculous, he couldn't remember the last time he experienced something as civilian as waiting for a pesty receptionist.*

Nettie *pops a bubble with the gum she's been idly chewing. Half-heartedly pushes herself away from the desk, and unfolds her legs to stand.* "Right, why are you here then?"

Ghost *knows that she's expecting details for the appointment, but today has been a drag. The only thing that could make it better was to make it another person's problem.* "I kill people for a living."

Nettie "This is a service for veterans love, you're not going to win any bingos here with that. Who are you here to see?"

Ghost *shrugs and hands her the referral, a strong desire to get this over with as soon as possible.*

Nettie *clips it from his hands quickly. Popping another bubble, she raises an immaculately groomed and arched brow.* "Dr Martin eh? You must have been a very naughty boy."

Ghost *had been idly watching her mouth as it worked the gum. It was driving him a bit mad, something about it was goading. Odd woman to pick for reception, someone as cheeky and infernal as her. His glare snaps back to her eyes at her last sentence. He narrowed them, who the fuck did she think she was talking too?*

Nettie *had already moved on. She moved back to the computer and tapped away. The printer in the corner whirled awake, and she returned with warm, crisp forms printed on the stark white paper clamped to a clipboard.* "Right, I need you to fill these out, shouldn't take more then two or five minutes. I'll find you pen, well, hopefully anyway. You lot always take 'em with you, and now it's a pain in the arse to find one that isn't drier than my nan's crack. Anyway, you can use this one. Please give it back once you're done love, cuz that's my favourite. If you don't, swear on my bleedin' Louboutin's I will hunt you down and pester you till I get it back."

Ghost *takes the clipboard shoved in his direction, remaining silent and quickly scratching through boxes with ticks and answers with monosyllables. This woman is fucking loony. He slides it onto the desk surface, and speaks up for the first time.* "Here, your preferred pen, safe and sound. No need to ransom the rest of my sanity for it."

Nettie *plucks her pen back up and twirls it with a sweet grin.* "Some girls' just wanna watch the world burn, Skelly." *She ends with a playful theatrical wink. It pulls an amused huff from his chest. A corny batman reference is more reassuring than anything he would have expected in this linoleum purgatory.*

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electrasev5nwrites · 1 year

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Ninja Daily: Vapors 20

"You're kidding, right," Kakashi said flatly in a way that implied he had little hope his Hokage was joking and was instead banking on using his one uncovered eye to light her on fire. White Hatake chakra had been known to have some unusual effects, after all.

No such luck. Despite his best efforts, Tsunade remained stubbornly not-on-fire.

The two kunoichi who had been paired with him for the mission tried not to snicker, but the woman behind the desk made no such concession to his dignity. Tsunade smirked up at one of her top ninja, fully prepared to send him on a mission far below his caliber in a relatively transparent attempt to force him to calm his nerves after what she classified as a minor breakdown.

"I don't joke, Hatake-chan. Have your cute little apprentice help you with your hair. Don't worry, it'll all wash out when you get back and apply the second bottle." He frowned down morosely at the dark red hair dye in his hands. "If you weren't so distinct looking, this wouldn't be necessary," she claimed with far too much enjoyment in her voice and no apparent notice for the irony of that statement coming from a woman with an incredibly rare hair color and breasts that had actually inspired several songs and stories (not counting Jiraiya's complete works, which Aiko was relatively sure were all one long love letter to Tsunade's chest and the woman herself to a lesser extent). "Besides, no one would believe a man with white hair and a woman with purple hair had a red-headed child."

"It's silver," he muttered rebelliously.

"Maybe I should color mine too," Aiko added cautiously. "My hair is far lighter than Anko-senpai's or that dye."

Tsunade gave her a lazy once-over, eyes darting between her features and those of her 'parents'. "You'll be fine, brat. We don't need to match exactly. That's almost as suspicious as not being in the same color family. Now shut up." She turned her attention back to the adults in the room. "As I was saying, you three will be posing as a family on vacation. A certain noble client has become concerned that there is an informant in their household, passing compromising information through their hotel and spa."

She rolled her eyes at the thought, adding in a rather scathing tone that, "The family is concerned that their attempt to marry into some other noble family will be sabotaged. A lot of money is on the line here—if this merger happens, our client will be getting a big fat wedding present in the form of a diamond mine." (Anko choked on the bamboo dango skewer hanging out of her mouth, eyes popping out in surprise) Tsunade grinned at the shock on the other two kunoichi's faces, pursing her vividly red lips prettily before she continued "It's your job to make sure that doesn't happen, or that if it does the person who doesn't isn't passing the gossip through the spa. Anko, make sure Hatake unwinds. This mission should be well within the capabilities of a team far less talented than you three, so I expect there to be no screw-ups."

"Hai, Hokage-sama." She shifted her weight to one hip, examining her cohorts. "Would it be acceptable for me to use henge to look a little older, or are we concerned about enemy nin?"

Aiko tried not to show amusement at that thought. 'Kakashi-sensei could pass for my dad in a pinch, (a young, hot dad, just barely old enough to be the father of a 13 year old) but Anko is definitely too young to be my mother. She would have been nine or ten when I was born.' She shuddered.

"Henge will be fine." The Hokage shrugged, shuffling around in her desk. "This is all civilian in-fighting. If they had hired ninja to get that information, those nobles wouldn't know anything was wrong. Any other questions that your mission brief didn't answer?" At the negative answers, she nodded decisively. "Good. Now get the hell out of my office."

As it turned out Kakashi-sensei did not want or need any help with his hair, showing up only half an hour late at the gates with pretty reddish hair that shone like Kankuro's in the sun and a slouched, defensive attitude that suggested a pout was hidden underneath his sky blue scarf. Aiko tried not to cringe while the Chuunin gate guards gave double and triple takes, Izumo gawking with his mouth hanging open at the moment he seemed to figure out who the fit redhead he'd been checking out was. Seeing her teacher out of uniform was strange enough, but Kakashi was wearing an eyepatch. 'I know he has to have his funky red eye closed, but… that looks terrible.'

Unfortunately they had to walk for even the first part of their journey like civilians instead of traveling at ninja speeds and then getting into cover. At least their destination was relatively close within Fire Country.

All three of them were dressed as relatively well-off civilians for the trip, packed lightly with minimal weaponry. The two kunoichi were in yukata. Aiko tried her best not to stare or laugh—it was hard to believe that Anko had actually owned a butter yellow yukata with green and blue butterflies and Lotus blossoms. The fabulously big, extravagant bow on the accompanying pink obi dwarfed her tiny frame. Her own clothing was a little plainer. It was almost entirely a faded purple with pink threading that suggested a vine pattern. In other words, it was suitable for travel, but still girlish enough to make her look like less of a threat.

'Maybe Anko has to wear ridiculously feminine clothing to get the same effect,' she hypothesized, carefully not spending too long looking at the older kunoichi and her carefully henged visage— an incredibly subtle confection that included tiny pore imperfections that suggested the use of makeup to compensate for age.

When they stopped for the night after and she looked at her teacher across the campfire, she'd had enough. "Stand still, tou-san."

Kakashi looked warily at her when she invaded his personal space with a brush. "What the hell are you doing." He stepped back defensively.

Aiko gave her fellow kunoichi exaggerated puppy eyes. "Kaa-san, help me. He can't wear that eye patch. He looks like a reject from an off-Broadway production of Pirates of Penzance." She looked a bit baffled, but Anko eyed up their sole male companion. Other than the eyepatch, he looked good. The role they were playing was a family of relatively new-monied civilians, so he was wearing black slacks and a blue shirt under a thigh-length coat. Some of the very wealthy families wore expensive traditional clothes regularly, but new money was often accompanied by foreign clothing. The role he was playing probably didn't include any rough accidents that would cause the loss of an eye.

"I don't know what the hell the kid said, but she's right. It looks terrible, anata," she drawled. "Be a dear and let her play with your hair."

"Just keep your eye closed." He sighed, but obligingly went limp and read his book with his dark gray eye and kept the other pressed closed when she tugged off his eyepatch and gave it a scathing look before tucking it into the front pocket of his tan coat. Then she wondered why he had to be dressed so warmly. It was only fall. She tried to run her fingers down his scalp and got them caught almost immediately. The feeling of his hair between her fingers set the hair on the back of her neck up- it was so tangled that he couldn't possibly have done anything with it in at least a week. At least it was soft.

'Does he back-comb? How on earth did he dye his hair? Did he just fill the sink with dye and dip his head in? Because this is definitely not hair that has been combed in the last week. Oh god, did no one teach him to comb his hair? He was an orphan at like six, wasn't he?' She attacked his hair with her brush, forcing it to obey gravity and fall over his forehead instead of arcing up, arranging it to cover his Sharingan eye and so that a few strands brushed over the rest of his forehead. It didn't want to obey, but she forced it. He patiently endured her attentions in the long-suffering manner he had adopted after about a year of trying to avoid physical contact when stuck with a little girl who liked to hold hands as a student.

"That's better." Anko pulled out her own dirty yellow book, kicking back on her bedroll. "Come to bed, love." Their team leader groaned. Aiko pouted that she couldn't have brought her own book.

The mission dragged on and on as they walked to the neighboring town where they actually hired a horse-drawn carriage to take them to the spa, (an extravagance that only the ridiculous, pretentious people they were portraying would be able to indulge in) and Aiko couldn't help but pout. She didn't complain aloud, however, because there was really no big reason to be upset. The missed training time could be made up for at home, and the spa itself was lovely. She received her own room with an adjoining door to the love suite where Anko had gigglingly dragged Kakashi with a deceptively delicate, pale hand on the first night and then proceeded to have what appeared to be an amazing time making theatrical noises. (The boy who had carried the luggage Anko had managed to buy upstairs had made an 'icky' face and not returned since).

She knew why they had gotten such a frivolous mission, of course. Posing as a family was the least conspicuous way to go on a vacation, and despite the likelihood that nothing dangerous would happen it was always possible that when nobles and money were involved, so were enemy ninja. The two adults with her were both highly skilled, and Aiko herself was capable enough to hold her own against average opponents. Although it seemed as if it might be a waste of an elite like Kakashi, the mission would also hopefully give him time to stabilize and repair some of the recent trauma. As far as Aiko could tell, Tsunade was the type of person who would take good care of her soldiers—not necessarily because she was soft, but because it was efficient to do so and she saw no use for either stupidity or cruelty.

Really, the woman was scarily perfect to be a military dictator. Assuming one could forgive her for the alcoholism and fits of violent temper, at least.

While undercover and unable to talk shop, avoid each other, or do shinobi type things, Aiko was amused to discover a strangely amiable chemistry between the three of them. Anko's undercover behavior varied the most from her normal actions. She was still a little raucous, but in a much less trigger-happy way and she gleefully recounted the scandalous interactions of their imaginary neighbors (especially that Hashimoto woman down the street who actually did her own gardening, can you imagine?). Aiko was going to have a talk with Anko when they returned to Konoha about her neglected talent as a writer—the woman had a knack for storytelling and a vivid imagination.

On the other hand, Kakashi-sensei's chosen cover wasn't actually that different from his usual behavior, with the exception of his deference to Anko. Though he was nominally in charge of both the mission and in the family they were portraying, Kakashi seemed content to slip into a slightly hen-pecked and affectionately long suffering role, allowing Anko to bully him into stopping at what seemed to be every 'adorable' tea shop in the Fire Country and hinting at a gruff fondness for his 'daughter', but mostly remaining as silent as he usually was, occasionally patting his hip sadly as if reaching reflexively for the book that he had not been able to bring with him now that they were in public.

For her part, Aiko took every opportunity to snuggle up to her sensei, both as part of her cover as a doting daughter delighted to get to spend some time with her slightly distant businessman father and in service of her private belief that her sensei really needed a lot of hugs. Anko leapt into the fray as the parent Aiko must have inherited her touchy qualities from, which meant that Aiko got to bask in hours of hair brushing and really silly braids and amateur geisha hair-dos.

"Mummy," Aiko called, clicking her knuckles against the door to the other two nin's room. At the muffled reply, she pushed the door open and stepped through, trying not to look too enviously at the luxurious suite. Her teacher didn't look up from his position on the bed. He was lying on his back with an Icha Icha book up to his face, reading desperately as if to save up enough happiness to get him through the rest of the book-less day. The older woman walked out of the bathroom still slipping on an earring, face rouged and in a fluffy pink bathrobe dotted with rhinestones at the hems. Aiko tried not to choke with laughter and wildly hoped that Anko would take it home and incorporate it into her wardrobe once this mission was over. The amused look on the other girl's face indicated that she had caught the amusement.

"Oh, I'm sorry darling, I'm running a bit late," Anko pouted, tugging open the folded closet door and extracting a silver and green yukata. "I'll be ready in just a moment." She sailed back into the bathroom and clicked the door behind her. Aiko pressed her lips together and breathed in deeply through her nose, struggling not to let any amusement show. The older kunoichi had really taken to her role as a trophy wife. The role worked for their investigation, however.

She perched on the edge of the bed, being careful not to wrinkle her yukata. When the surface dipped under her weight, one visible gray eye slid to her in what could have been a brief show of despair. Then she blinked and he was focused on his book again as if he'd never stopped. Aiko rolled her eyes and swatted playfully at his hair like a kitten, enjoying the way it bounced back. His hair was like a living thing—it had only taken one day for it to be nearly as tangled as it was when she'd first fixed it. When Anko was finally done primping, the two kunoichi would be taking advantage of their frivolous roles in order to investigate one of the employees that their client was worried about—a woman who, by all accounts, was a fabulous manicurist.

Life was pretty good.

"I haven't been out in the field for months," Inoichi grumbled, keeping an easy pace with his long-time teammates. Despite the long break in Interrogations work, he had worked with the other two men for so long that there was no chance he would forget the rhythm of travel they fell into or slip out of formations they had developed over twenty years ago. "Has it always been so cold outside?"

Choza chuckled. "You're getting out of shape, old man. I didn't know that interrogations work made you so soft. Don't complain." He made an extra large leap, playfully shaking the tree he landed on. The hefty Akimichi Clan Head had also been on the inactive roster for missions like this, due to clan obligations and the never ending politicking of his position, but he was delighted by the change in routine instead of inconvenienced. Shikaku rolled his eyes, wishing his teammates were a little more mature for once. They noticed his poor attitude, slowing down and dropping out of the trees to approach the Daimyo's home on foot. It was considered rude and possibly hostile to sneak up, after all.

"What's your problem, Shikaku? Is something wrong?" Inoichi probed, dusty blue eyes searching for signs. Signs of what, Shikaku didn't know, but he didn't appreciate the scrutiny either.

His long-time teammate scowled half-heartedly. "Don't pry, you miserable old gossip. You know I'd tell you if you could. You'll know soon anyways."

The blonde knew him too well to be put off by the rudeness, merely shrugging. He dropped the subject- classified was classified- and merely protested being referred to as a miserable old gossip. While the two lanky men bickered, Choza explained their presence to the samurai guarding the traditional gates and had a message sent to the Daimyo asking for a reception. He placidly returned and explained to his companions that they would have to wait a while.

When they were finally led in for an audience, the other two clan heads fell in line behind the Nara. He wasn't their team leader, precisely. They were an interesting team in large part because they were all alpha personalities but seamlessly traded places in the chain of command hierarchy to put the most suited man in charge. At the moment, that was Shikaku, who had all the information about this mission and about what Tsunade had hoped to accomplish by sending them here. It was no coincidence that she had sent three clan heads on this mission. Aside from the fact that it was more respectful to the Daimyo, they were each a pointed reminder that Konoha's strength was in its clans, and each man represented at least a hundred shinobi. It wasn't a threat, precisely, but it might make him leery of dismissing the rights of the large clans in favor of three seventy year olds.

The audience itself made Shikaku wish that Tsunade had allowed him to brief his teammates. He knew why she hadn't—it was her intention that the Daimyo would be able to see the visceral reaction of disgust and anger that the news caused in his teammates. Knowing not only how the clans would react to the news and that too many people to be easily silenced knew about the council's murderous misbehavior would probably factor into his decision.

Granted, Tsunade probably also knew the three men well enough that she had planned it this way so that they had burnt off the worst of their anger before they got back to Konoha and didn't irritate her so much as they might have otherwise. Shikaku admired the woman for her unique mix of laziness and pragmatism, in a terrified 'I-would-run-away-from-her-if-only-I-could' sort of way.

Shikaku knew better than to be surprised or disappointed by the non-committal response the Daimyo gave to the information. The man would almost certainly confer with his most trusted advisors, weighing the most politically viable and intelligent options before weighing with anything so petty as his personal opinion or human decency. The news delivered, the three clan heads backed out in bows and left the capital in a rush. Shikaku consciously did not look at his companions, clenching his jaw imperceptibly.

Choza was the one to break the silence. "When did you find this out?"

Shikaku answered the man honestly, explaining that Tsunade had summoned him to her office before he had even made it home from her inauguration.

The large man gave a low whistle, eyes fixed straight ahead at the treetops they were rushing through. "That's sick," he said with finality and a grimace.

On the other side of their triangle formation, Inoichi agreed quietly, thinking of his own family. "It's horrific," he said lowly, rumbling from his chest at an unusually low pitch. Pale lips pressed together unhappily, and then he gave a derisive laugh. "I almost wish it weren't true or that I didn't know. I don't care what Fugaku was up to. What Danzo ordered was monstrous far beyond the pale." He did his level best not to think of the mass funeral that had been held and all the tiny coffins involved. It had been a sight that sent chills down his spine— at the time he had been a full-grown man who had killed dozens of people in his life, and was still shocked wordless at the sight.

"It's obscene," Shikaku agreed curtly. "I want everyone involved or complicit out on their ear."

"But that can't be done without ruining that poor boy's deep cover," Choza worked out in a displeased rumble. "He'd be dead before the day was out if the Hokage made this public knowledge and tossed them out on their wrinkled asses like they should be." The Nara acknowledged his logic with a nod.

Inoichi sniffed imperiously and frowned. "Doesn't mean they can get away with this," he muttered darkly, mind already working on possible solutions.

The Fifth Hokage was the strangest human being that Uchiha Sasuke had ever met, and that included his genin sensei. Oh sure, at first glance she seemed relatively normal in comparison to people like Kakashi or his Eternal Rival, but after he had spent a few weeks in her company regularly it became quite clear that she had even less impulse control than Naruto did.

"They probably should have skipped the middleman and made Shizune the Hokage," he muttered to the civilian secretary when he dropped off her coffee. Keiko snorted indelicately, then straightened, mortified by the slip in professionalism, apparently ignorant to the fact that she had been hired precisely because she had no chance of outfoxing any of her shinobi coworkers. "She can't hear," he reassured quietly, trying not to smirk. Tsunade had fired every office worker in the tower to start over with an entirely new staff that she vetted personally, so they were all still a bit jumpy and mildly concerned that another round of firing was on its way.

Personally, Sasuke approved of Tsunade's apparent paranoia. For the moment the personnel switch was causing a lot of extra work—no one really knew the nuances of the old system—but it would be worth it to ensure information security. Once the old employees had made it through her security system, they would all be offered new employment in other office buildings, so he didn't feel particularly sorry for them. One man who had sold information had already been ferreted out by the interrogators and was cooling his heels in prison, so obviously the paranoia had been justified.

Besides, picking up slack in things like getting drinks for the three women who were habitually in the office (the secretary, Tsunade, and Shizune) didn't bother Sasuke. He left for lunch every day anyways, so it wasn't much of a hassle.

His apprenticeship was rather eclectic. He still did his physical conditioning and speed training with Aiko (and now Karin) in the early mornings, but Shizune had taken it upon herself to teach him to use her two favored weapons, senbon and a sword. He did chakra control exercises and assigned reading (both medical and political, to his displeasure) on his own, but his actual mentor did step up at least once daily in order to beat the hell out of him in a taijutsu spar (one of the few excuses Shizune would accept for taking a break from paperwork and boring meetings) or watch him demonstrate the next stage of the medical techniques she was having him work through. He wasn't overly pleased about learning medical jutsu, but they were necessary precursors to Tsunade's unique fighting style—near invulnerability, the ability to store enormous amounts of chakra, and the strength to break through any defense sounded pretty damn good to him.

Unfortunately, there was also a lot of busywork involved. Since his security clearance had been upped, he was now available to go through all sorts of records that needed to be updated. After the disastrous Chuunin Exams that had done massive structural damage and taken a big chunk out of their active reserves, the Jounin who would normally do that sort of thing were spending more time in the field. Even three man genin teams had been broken up into groups of two for D-class missions, a bullet he had barely dodged by dint of his new assignment. He still wasn't sure if he had been lucky or gotten screwed.

After he gave Shizune her coffee (flavoured generously with chocolate) and braved Tsunade's office to ungraciously hand off her tea (giving her attitude was almost as satisfying as poking Naruto into exploding), Sasuke slouched off to his own work space and gave the paperwork on his desk a morose stare. He wouldn't have to do most of the work himself, of course, but he did have to figure out where it needed to go and occasionally compile reports so that the Hokage didn't have to read everything herself to get the important information.

One such project occupied that afternoon—the bureaucratic mess of making sure their records for the statuses of all their active duty nin was updated after Orochimaru's failed invasion. Sasuke silently cursed the man to hell while he painstakingly picked through missing persons reports, autopsies, promotions, and hospital reports of career changing or ending injuries. When he was all done, he scanned through the lists of inactive ninja (very short, considering that they had almost all been called to active duty), active genin, Chuunin, Tobeketsu Jounin, and full Jounin, and then ended it off with finalizing the lists of fatalities and forcibly retired ninja. Then he frowned.

"Something's not right," he muttered to himself, leafing through the missing persons reports and comparing them to the autopsies. Three genin were completely missing— They hadn't been reported as missing, injured, or dead, but they also hadn't been relisted on the active duty roster when they should have reported in. A shinobi village thrived on information and noting details, so it seemed unlikely that no one would have noticed the oddity in the month since the incident. It wasn't as though no one knew the three genin— one of them was the hospital director's son. Yet somehow none of them had been reported as missing or killed in action.

"Where's their sensei," he hmmed, pulling out the appropriate file. 'One person not being noted missing is a strange incident. Three… either criminal levels of incompetency or conspiracy.' Even if absolutely no one else knew they were missing, their sensei should have noted. When he found the appropriate file, Sasuke frowned. "Well, shit," he said with finality, irritably piling the relevant papers up to stalk to Tsunade's office. He rapped on the door and pushed it open without waiting for an answer.

The woman inside hurriedly pushed something off of her desk and pinned him with a sneer, amber eyes narrowed at his audacity.

"Put me in my place later," he grumped, handing over the folder. "I found something strange. An entire genin team that was completely unaccounted for but somehow not listed as missing. I wondered why their sensei didn't report the disappearances if nothing else. Turns out that their genin sensei was found dead in his home after the exam. By all accounts, he'd been dead for months." He raised an eyebrow. "You would think that they would have noticed that."

Tsunade groaned, running a hand through her hair and staring blearily at the papers he had handed her. "Why don't you people ever have any good news," she groused, glaring at the papers accusingly. "It's never 'we have record numbers of enrollment' or 'the peasants want another holiday in your honor.' Nooo, all you people ever tell me is what's wrong." She sighed heavily, dropping the papers and making a grab for her stash of hard candy, Shizune's most recent attempt to wean her off the hard liquor during business hours. She popped an orange candy in her mouth and sucked on it, clearly thinking. "The obvious explanation is that those three are traitors and they jumped ship," she eventually conceded, frowning darkly, "though that wouldn't explain why no one reported them missing." The woman groaned again, letting her head fall back on her chair.

"Someone covered it up for them to give them time to get out," Sasuke surmised easily. "Or covered up the kidnappings, if that's what happened to them. The Sound did make attempts on bloodline users that would have been easy targets—hospitalized genin and Chuunin, generally teenagers. Those three are on the older scale, but still within the age range we know was targeted."

"Did any of the three have bloodlines?" Tsunade frowned, gesturing for him to pass over their personnel reports. He easily acquiesced. The blonde frowned, resting her elbows on the table and scanning the papers. Sasuke tried not to stare too obviously at the way her shirt fell open at the movement. That was, like, half a foot of cleavage. It was mesmerizing. 'Is it a genjutsu?' he wondered seriously, eyes flicking between her face and the hemline of her shirt. Luckily, he was looking up when the women cursed like a sailor and threw the papers in a fit of temper. "Two of them were from minor bloodlines," she exhaled. "Orochimaru always did like playing around with genetics."

Sasuke frowned. "But he's dead," he said abruptly and a little viciously.

"I know that," his mentor snapped irritably. "The kidnapping idea is unlikely, unless we are also assuming that the combined intelligence of those three is low enough that they would fail to notice their teacher was dead for a month. Orochimaru probably promised them something, a place in his stupid Sound village most likely, in exchange for intelligence." She hissed a long breath out between pursed lips, staring off into space in a way that implied her mind was elsewhere. "Which means we need to figure out what they had access to and probably work on updating codes and procedures under the assumption that Sound possesses them."

When she gestured, Sasuke obediently propped open the door so she could yell to the secretary to clear her schedule for the next hour, and then whistled for one of her ANBU guards and promptly demoted him to fetching the head of intelligence. Sasuke watched, nonplussed. When she finally noticed him again, the woman huffed. "Good job, gaki. Don't you have work to do?" She gave a start at something remembered, and then a wicked grin. "Actually, I think you're ready to move on to human autopsies. Why don't you join the group with Homura Mito in…" she tilted her head to see the clock on the wall between the bookshelves. "half an hour. I think I remember signing off on the paperwork for supervised analysis of a Mist nuke-nin today. Try not to get sick."

Sasuke rolled his eyes and sauntered out, passing a rather flustered Shizune who was arguing on the phone with someone who was apparently far too important to have their appointment pushed back.

"This bites," Ino groused, delicately hefting plywood over her shoulder (a bizarre accomplishment) and grimacing at the potential for splinters. Her partner for the day rushed back and forth from the construction site and the lumber piles with far too much energy to be entirely appropriate. "Lee, just watching you is making me tired."

Tenten gave an amused laugh through the nails held in her teeth, hammering away at the joint her partner was holding in place. Neji grimaced slightly in a way that implied he could commiserate, but he didn't comment verbally.

Granted, she had not been foolish enough to believe that repairing damaged infrastructure would be glamorous (the village wide D-class assigned to all genin while their instructors rushed to fill border rosters and take high-paying missions and academy students picked up the slack on other menial missions). But the stupid reconstruction missions seemed to be never ending.

"We should all just get certified as architects once we're done here," Tenten joked once her mouth was empty of metal pieces, wiping at her sweaty forehead with the back of her hand. She didn't mind hard work, but she was a little bummed that the two boys who had been promoted in the exam were younger than she was. The Aburame and the Nara boys had both left for border patrol, which she only happened to know because they had left with Gai-sensei, who would be the senior nin at the outpost.

"That is an excellent suggestion, Tenten-san," Lee huffed cheerily, grabbing the end of the wood he was carrying and whipping it around his body, letting go at the perfect time so that it soared directly to Neji, who snatched it right out of the air and used it to prop up the sagging roof. Then he bounded up the side of the nearly-finished porch and landed neatly on the roof, beaming down at his partner. "Ino-san! If we cannot finish tiling this roof before Neji-san repairs the porch, we should do one hundred laps around the lake!"

The Yamanaka dropped the last armful of wood as if it burned her and let it clatter to the grass, already on the roof and yanking the hammer out of Lee's fist. "No way, eyebrows!" He immediately fell to his knees beside her and began laying tiles out in rows, scooting sideways just a little faster than she could hammer them in place.

Neji rolled silver eyes at his kunoichi teammate, hammering at his own task a little faster but making no comment. Tenten sighed fondly, fluffing out her bangs and gamely propping up the triangular brace that was going to scallop the edges of the porch. When he paused in his rhythmic hammering for a moment before picking up the pace angrily, Tenten curiously looked around for what had bothered him. All she could see was that the team working on a house across the street (an Akimichi and the Inuzuka from the last Chuunin exam) had been joined by a redhead and his shy little cousin. Tenten eyed the girls pensively, wondering why Neji even cared. He had always seemed to dislike the brunette, and she had never even met the redheaded girl in the purple dress before. Then she noted a slight oddity, with the laser-like precision of Academy-trained nosiness and anal-retentive attention to detail.

'Didn't Hinata-san used to wear her forehead protector around her neck?' Tenten shrugged. She'd remembered because it had seemed rather unusual. 'It looks good on her forehead,' the older girl noted. 'She looks more serious.'

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