#putting the BAMF in... well bamf I guess

[loveexpelrevolt]

KURT WAGNER / NIGHTCRAWLER X-men '97 | "Tolerance Is Extinction — Part 1"

[peachdues]

shoutout to both @humanitys-strongest-bamf and @amywritesthings for single-handedly bringing back my motivation to work on my secret pregnancy AU, Coalescence. Enjoy filth from a later chapter.

You pushed down on his head, trying to force him to return to where you needed him most, but it was fruitless; Levi only continued to lazily trail kisses along your inner thigh, his eyes locked with yours.

“Levi, please,” you whined, planting your feet firmly upon his rug and spreading your legs wider, bucking your hips slightly towards him in agitation.

The Captain only smirked as he pulled away yet again, this time trailing his lips along the sensitive seam of skin between your inner thigh and your folds.

You weren’t sure if you were already feeling the effects of pregnancy hormones, but if Levi didn’t put his mouth on you soon, you thought you might break down in tears.

“Tell me what you need, Y/N.” His voice was as sultry and dark as his eyes as he watched your teeth sink into your bottom lip. “Use your words.”

Another pleading whimper was followed by an impatient buck of your hips, but Levi’s hold on you only tightens, limiting your movements.

“You’ve gotta speak up, sweetheart,” Levi mocked between teasing kitten licks against your outer folds. his breath was hot as he exhaled against your damp core. “I’m waiting.”

Frustrated tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. With an impatient whine, you rolled your hips towards him desperately, eyes wide and pleading for him to do something to fill the empty ache you felt within.

“Not good enough,” Levi growled, tongue lazily circling your entrance, twitching away every time you jerked your hips towards his mouth.

“Levi, please, I—,” you choked off with a frustrated groan. “You’re not being nice — I’m pregnant —,”

The stoic Captain pulled his mouth away from you entirely, rocking back on his heels. From between your thighs, Levi studied you, a renewed heat flaring to life in his steely eyes.

“You are, aren’t you?” He conceded, his eyes locking in on your mouth as you sank your teeth into your bottom lip and mewled. “And all because of me.”

Levi’s eyes dropped back down to your core, slick and aching, ready to take him however he wanted.

“And what kind of father would I be if I made the mother of my child suffer unnecessarily?”

Any response or yearning plea you may have answered him with died in your throat as Levi surged forward, his tongue plunging deep within your entrance, his nose pressing right against that sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs.

You just managed to slap your hand over your mouth to stifle the scream he pulled from you as the Captain began to fuck you with his tongue.

—-

Levi’s chest heaved as he caught his breath beside you. “Didn’t take you very long to pull the pregnancy card, did it?”

“You’re just annoyed someone else knows how to play your game.” Your head rolled to the side, a shit-eating grin stretched across your mouth. “Didn’t take much to make you give in, either.”

His laugh was little more than a sharp exhale through his nose, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Guess not. I’m sure you’ll keep that over my head, too.”

Levi imparted one final kiss just below your belly button before he rolled to his side, drawing up next to you on the rug, one arm stretched out behind him. You waited for him to do something more, to pull you into him and continue what he’d started, but he made no movement save for a light graze of his fingers over your cheek. Frowning, you moved to sit up with to him, his hand a steady, guiding weight on the small of your back as he helped you rise.

“Wait — are you not —?” You reached for the buckle of his belt, bandage-wrapped fingers already working to pry it open.

Levi’s hands came to rest over yours, stilling them. “You’re still recovering.”

You shook your head, tugging insistently at his belt, but Levi’s hold tightened. “I want you.”

“You’re healing.”

“Don’t care; I’m well enough.”

“You’re not in a position to make that call. You’re biased.”

“Like you’re one to talk,” you shot back coolly, still working to pry his buckle open as he made a halfhearted attempt to twist out of your grasp. “Captains who take on the habit of fucking and impregnating their subordinates definitely aren’t biased in any way.”

A slight flare of his nostrils was his only reply, yet it was enough for you to know you’d backed him right into a corner that he was struggling to figure out how to maneuver out of.

You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down to keep your triumphant grin to yourself.

Levi’s eyes tracked the movement, narrowing when you softly release your lip, swollen and plump. There, beneath the half-undone buckle of his belt, his cock strained hard against the seam of his pants.

Before you could offer some quick remark on the obviousness of his need, Levi’s arm shoved under your legs, the other, anchoring around your waist. Deftly, he lifted you up into him, cradling your body close to his.

At your raised eyebrow, he sighed. “I’m not fucking my pregnant girlfriend on the damn floor. I have more tact than that.”

anyways part I will probably be today? Tomorrow? I’ll test drop on AO3 first most likely.

[epickiya722]

I love Bakugou with all my heart. He's one of my favourite characters. But it's always kind of hard to interact with a lot of his stans because of how overly protective they are of him, to the point where they mischaracterize or slander other characters when they dont do something in favour of bakugou. They act like hes a baby at times. Ofc not all of them are like that, butbits always the vocal ones that stand out and theyre many.

Unpopular opinion but I also dislike the "bakugou is a damsel in distress" thing they say, mainly the dk//bks. Cause that title should be given to no one, they're all bamfs.

The release of 431 basically had half the bakugou fandom burying Midoriya alive and even saying things like how Bakugou should start hating on Midoriya. Or that bakugou should have died so that Midoriya can live a life of suffering. Acting like Horikoshi did Bakugou a disservice when imo Bakugou had the kindest, most well written character development given to him.

To be completely blunt, in all my years of being in this fandom I've never encountered such a rabid group of people who will literally shit their pants because other characters or the author (in the final chapter) weren't kissing their ass for more than 2 minutes.

I do feel you on that, Anon.

I said it before, Bakugou is my guy, my boom boom boy. I like him as I do many other characters in the series. He has a good storyline, he is a great character on his own.

And that what infuriates me about some other Bakugou fans.

He is already such a good character, so why is there a need, a must, an urge to bash and mischaracterize other characters just to put him down?

Part of what I'm going to say is my bias because you all know Midoriya is my favorite tied with Miruko, but the other part of me is someone coming from a Bakugou fan standpoint. And you know what, feel free to be mad at me, but I just can't anymore!

The fandom over the past year or so has done nothing but disappoint me. Truly and at this point, I feel like I have to let out everything.

A lot of the reactions I saw towards Midoriya in the epilogue was absolue bullshit.

"He should give Bakugou back the suit!"

"How dare he turn down Bakugou!"

Bakugou was not the only fucking person who put in on helping with that suit and he damn sure wasn't the only person who saw Midoriya as the hero he is. Midoriya does not owe Bakugou any, let alone be an EMPLOYEE at his agency.

Like, damn, can he actually get used to some Pro Hero work in before he makes such decisions?

And I'll be honest, him not working at agency actually gave me joy. I actually like that idea. It reminds me of Miruko.

Him being a solo type hero allows Midoriya to be flexible with his routine. I guess they forgot he is a teacher. They must not have realized that Midoriya can and will fight by Bakugou's side in the field. Who said they needed a fucking agency to do all of that?

In fact, them being separated and not working at the same place would allow them to be more happy to see each since it's like "I didn't get to see you all day! I've been waiting to lay my eyes on you, I was counting the seconds till we meet again". I like that scenario, can we jump on that?

Like, what if Midoriya said no because he felt like Bakugou had done enough for him? Huh? How would he know Bakugou would want him at the agency and why even spring that on him being so cryptic about it in front of Kirishima? Sorry but Bakugou went about it the wrong way.

Midoriya can be oblivious but he's also not a mind reader. And sometimes, Bakugou is not that transparent, let alone someone who is right all the time himself.

I feel like that a lot of the fandom just wanted Bakugou to tie Midoriya down. Want him to own Midoriya like he's some fucking pet.

I thought they were supposed to be equals, but clearly I was lied to!

Like, when I say I was so disappointed in some fellow BakuDeku shippers, I was probably beyond disappointment. I couldn't follow anymore of some of the blogs because of the things they were saying.

I know Bakugou's hair is golden, but he is not some golden child. He is not some fragile little baby that some of the fandom treats him as such while also thinking he's so perfect.

They're doing exactly what lead to his terrible behavior in the first place, now that I'm thinking about it! Oh, I thought we were supposed to learn from that, HELLO?!

He is not perfect. That's what makes him a great character. A character with flaws makes for an entertaining one, but in this case, not for Bakugou! How I cannot believe!

That's why I also enjoy Midoriya. He has flaws, but the bad thing is how most of the fandom amped them up to 100 to make him seem more terrible.

I really hate how some of those same Bakugou and BakuDeku shippers reduce Midoriya into someone who can't do everything right, or he was like vindictive in the epilogue.

Like, some of you was so quick to say that the epilogue was so out of character, so why even go along with the notion that "Midoriya doesn't care about Bakugou, he betrayed Bakugou"?

Easy, because you don't care about Midoriya which is absurd to me given that if you're a Bakugou fan, Midoriya is the last character you should be hating on. Bakugou would hate you for hating Midoriya.

(Getting flashbacks to that one post about how the OP was mad at Midoriya for making Bakugou cry because he didn't tell him about OFA... in season one... WHAT?!)

I'm jumping on that unpopular opinion with you because my gosh. "I hate it when Midoriya is the damsel in Tddk fics and Bakugou is the bad guy".

I see why, but then why turn around and treat Bakugou like he's a damsel? To give more Midoriya stress? I'm all for angst, but I do feel like some people just want Midoriya to suffer like "see how you didn't appreciate Bakugou enough" and out of some hate agenda.

Listen, I know the pair are like the "don't separate at all costs" type, but again, it should be equal.

Yes, they care deeply about each other. But they're still their own separate characters.

Flaws Horikoshi's writing may have, but it damn sure ain't that flawed to not make sense of some of these characters.

I'm sorry (not really), but I feel like that some truly don't get Midoriya at all and don't want to take the time out to understand him. An injustice really to being a BakuDeku shipper. You won't see the harmony within that ship.

[eilaafterhours]

Wrapped Around Your Fingers [Ais]

Content: Box Au, Switching POVs, Reader is a BAMF, Smut, Sexual Tension, Grinding, Thigh Fucking, Possessive Ais (TOUCHSTARVED), Written Before Game’s Full Release, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None (AFAB)

Continuation of: Heart on Your Sleeve, Jaw on My Knuckles [Ais]

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Just as he thought, a cold shower didn’t cut it. However, when he did say fuck it, and let go, it didn’t work. Yeah, he came (more times than he wanted to admit), but that didn’t stop his mind from wandering. From remembering things that happened under a new…sexual lens, or making up completely new things. 

Like you putting him in his place (which wasn’t too far from what you already did, but he wouldn’t mind if you got more handsy with him).

Alright! That’s enough thinking for tonight! He needed another shower and to hit the damn hay. 

Ais did not sleep well that night (he came a few more times in the shower, and attempted to go to bed with a raging hard-on). 

The days flew by, and it was like he hadn’t been jerking off to you every night. It was a miracle that he was able to act like his mind wasn’t full of filth. He guessed that since your regular business attitude was rubbing off on him.

(But what if you treated him like that in be—)

Alright, that’s it! He needed to go blow off some steam (and train).

Your brows pinched together as you watched Ais jump up from his desk, snatch his duffle bag, and fly out the room. He had been acting weird these past few days. He kept his distance, didn’t make the childish-ass jokes he used to, and would leave the room multiple times a day. There was only one answer.

Mans had it BAD for you. 

You smirked to yourself as you continued working. Finally, you weren’t the only one feeling something. Despite your completely perfect work ethic, you still could see that Ais was an insanely attractive man. You were never going to pursue anything, let it be a fleeting thing until someone else came through (as if there could be anyone other than him(well there was Ocudeus—). However, with the new development of his feelings for you, things have taken a turn. 

Boss made a dollar, you made a dime. Time to hatch a plot on company time.

To be honest, you didn’t have to do much. Turn up the charm a bit, dress a little more “I’m fucking my boss” casual, and tug his leash a bit more. 

“Ais, this is the fifth time you’ve gotten up.” You hadn’t even looked up at him, fingers still flying across the keyboard. “Sit your firm ass down.” 

He did as was told, but slump down with his head on the desk. 

“Cute.”, you thought. He was that big, but nothing but a soft dork. 

Soon to be your dork, hopefully. 

Probably. 

He lifted his head up, turning his attention back to his own work. The raging blush and hopping knee both telling you:

Definitely. 

Ais had absolutely no clue how he ended up in this situation. 

“Are you gonna keep breathing down my neck, or are you gonna do something, Ais?” 

“I’d go beat that bastard up now,” His hands were on your waist, threatening to go lower. “If it didn’t end up looking bad for you.” 

“Then you need to make it quick.” Was your answer.

But he sure as hell wasn’t asking any questions. 

His hands, that had been creeping, immediately went for your belt buckle to work your pants off. You helped him with it, but stopped him before he could really get his hands on you.

“Stay outside. I don’t want to take your dick for the first time here, of all places.”

He nodded his head, shoving your pants and underwear down to your knees. “Whatever you say, beautiful.” 

“Ais…”

“I’m being serious.” He was sure you were glaring at him through the mirror, but he was too busy looking at your dripping cunt.

You spread your legs for him. “Well then, hurry up. The match starts in ten minutes.” 

Yeah, and if he didn’t feel you soon, he was gonna burst just from looking at you. Regardless, though, he was going to commit all of this to memory.

“Damn, you’d think you’re the one who’s needy here.” He had freed himself from his shorts and boxers, and quickly placed himself against your slick. “Oh, wait, you are.”

“Just…mmh, shut up and get me off.”

He didn’t say anything, just started grinding into you. He relished in the way his pelvis smacked against your ass and thighs, and how each stroke became smoother as your arousal coated his cock.

But he wanted more.

So once you were both slick enough, he instructed you to close your thighs tight, and to hang on to something. 

And he went to town on you. 

If anyone else hard the vanity banging against the wall, no they didn’t.

Everything that went on in this room was meant for the two of you alone. For him, it was how you tried your best to stay quiet, to keep your eyes from rolling back, and the feeling of your thighs quivering as they attempted to stay closed. He was sure that despite everything you were feeling, you were committing things to memory yourself. 

“Ah—mh…Ais—” Your thighs slammed close as you came.  Ais was already on edge as well, so when you pulled his dick into an even tighter grip, he came as well. 

Now the room was quiet, except for the both of your labored breath.

Until your phone’s alarm went off, signalling that he had a minute to get out there.

You were the first to move away, reaching for your bag. He sighed as he adjusted himself. He really hated how things ended there. It made him feel gross, like he just used you for himself.

“The quicker you finish the match, the quicker we can get back to your place.” 

“Then you better be ready in twenty, sweet cheeks.” 

At this point, Ais couldn’t even remember what his issue Ocudeus even was. It really was as simple as beat his ass, then go home with you.

“You think you’re slick, but I know you. I know that stupidass dopey face. So, what’d that bitch do? Gave you head, or what?” He smirked, attempted to cut him with a right cross, “I doubt it, though. Rather be choking on my dick instead.”

Oh, yeah. It was his fucking mouth (amongst many other things).

He socked him a good one. Didn’t knock him on his ass like he wanted, but hey, he still had another six minutes to fuck with him before he needed to be back with you.

The car ride to Ais’ place was quiet. You can tell that there was some anger simmering within him. Ocudeus probably had said something to him, probably about you and him.

Oh well! You (and your pussy) would help him realize that whatever the fuck that loser said wasn’t worth it.

And it didn’t take long for you to get started on that because the moment he locked the door, his hands were on you. 

Your lips curled upward as he shoved your bottoms down. “Guess we’re not making it to the bedroom.” Your smile widen as his gaze found your little surprise. “But it’s okay because we can skip the foreplay.”

Ais sighed something fierce, then he looked you in the eyes. “I promise to do this right another time.”

You pushed your bottoms down the rest of the way and stepped out of them. “Of course you will. You always keep your promises, Ais.”

:) So, I was told (THE VOICES) to leave it there, so I guess I'll see y'all in another part lol

If you wanna hear me be on some shit, here's my Bluesky~

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[spicerackofblorbos]

i'm GOD AWFUL at answering my asks unless they're requests, I'm sorry a;sldkfjas;df but to everyone who has sent me hearts, good vibes, and sunflowers, I appreciate and love you all so much!! <3 i'm finally getting around to this one!

i've been ordered by kat to do 5 more so here's my top 10 favorite fics I've written!! These are ALL x reader!

1. Amethyst | Leon Kennedy 2. Unspoken Words | Levi Ackerman - Chapter One: November 3. Sunrise | Levi Ackerman 4. Home | Leon Kennedy 5. For You, I Would | Armin Arlert 6. Can I Go Where You Go? | Levi Ackerman 7. Are You There? | Levi Ackerman 8. Chasing Waterfalls | Toge Inumaki 9. You'll Be Okay | Levi Ackerman 10. What's Mine, Is Yours | Erwin Smith

And here's my answer to tay's ask about my fics!

❥ fic I loved writing the most

this will always be dependent on when you ask me, because right now it will have to be Amethyst. If y'all haven't noticed, my newest love is Leon Kennedy, and writing for him is so much easier than writing for Levi and I think it's because I understand Leon's personality more. He's just so fun to riff off of. Not that Levi wasn't!! He was just harder to put down for me, I guess. ANWAYS. I loved writing for Leon and I'm working on a part two!!

❥ fic others loved that I didn't care for

okay so this might come as a surprise because it's my ultimate comfort fic, but it would have to be Sunrise. tbh, I don't know what loved the most means here but I'll equate it to notes. Sunrise is precious to me because it holds so many of my favorite things. BUT I really feel like I could have done so much better. The plot is there, the scenario and surroundings are perfect. but the WRITING?? I could have done better. don't get me wrong though, I still love it and I am very happy so many people liked it!!

❥ fic I had fun writing

definitely my For You, I Would fic. I don't have very many Armin fics but I enjoyed writing for him a lot because he's just such a shy little bean and so full of wonder and love. I could really see myself wanting to take him out on a date. This was also a request for my friend Tay and it was fun catering her interests within the story and how it works well with Armin!!

❥ fic I'm most proud of

for sure it would have to be Unspoken Words. I'm proud because it was the first time I've written something for myself in a long time. I didn't think I would care as much about fanfic until I fell in love with AoT, now look at me LMAO. UW helped me become a better writer as well as be more confident in areas I thought I lacked. I quite literally used it as a way to be better, and I'll always be proud of it. My first ever full and finished fic, I'll never forget it <3

❥ fic I wish got more recognition

probably Can I Go Where You Go? mainly because I really liked writing the semi plot twist at the end. like if you were caught up with season 4 of AoT, you would know what I was alluding to and it's like a kick in the gut LMAO. but also I thought I did pretty well with the descriptors, not to brag ofc. :3

❥ my happiest/saddest/most comedic fic

I SPENT 30 MINUTES LOOKING FOR THIS. but the saddest will have to be this short drabble about Levi losing you in an expedition and him coming to your old room, reminiscing. I don't know what brought it on but I was like, huh. let's just be SAD.

if you're interested, my fic masterlist can be found here!

finally, thank you so much for the asks @kingkonoha, @youre-ackermine, and @humanitys-strongest-bamf!! I love y'all a lot <3

[ghosdeds]

Soooo I just found this in my drafts funnily enough — I wrote it before the second season came out so I guess sometimes in late 2022/early 2023. Back when I was (foolishly) hopeful for season 2 and honestly I might make something out of it and get to writing.

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How, in my opinion, they can salvage the ‘call me Aleksander’ scene : flashbacks of moments between the Darkling and Alina that we’ve never seen before (the deleted scenes!!! More of Alina’s life at the Little Palace please thanks), prior to the unfortunate name reveal, shown to us one by one as Alina grieve for what could have been and for the man she’s come to almost love. Mal calling him by his name and Alina immediately snapping at him not to say it aloud, with us the audience realizing that she feels guilty over sharing this last confidence she’s gotten from him. The Darkling letting her know, very bitterly, that she’s made him feel .. human (not in so many words, ‘course), that he thought he’d finally found the one who’ll accept and understand him, his one true equal, that he believed for a second that he’ll never be alone again, and him looking back at her and telling her he’s been unfortunately mistaken, that it was a weakness on his part - I put my trust in a girl who cannot stand the thought of her own potential - and that he’ll never even think of trusting her ever again, with her yelling back that he never really did, did he, that his flowery words meant nothing because it wasn’t enough, that he’s never given them a chance, that he shouldn’t delude his actions for what they are to ease his own guilty conscience, and that she’s the one who’s never going to trust him again. And then we have the Darkling responding that she never did, either, because she ran off without hearing his side of the story. We see them glaring down at each other, the echoes of the proud, hurtful words barring them from adding more, then the Darkling disappears and she’s left alone with her dark thoughts. We get the ‘you betrayed me’ as well as the ‘all men can be made fools’ line from Aleksander. We get a ‘I was merciful’ moment from the Darkling, after he threatens Mal’s life. We get the ‘I want you to know my name, will you have it?’ line in a different way, maybe a ‘I want you to know my story, will you hear it, Alina?’ and him telling her about the events in the Demon in the Wood, and us being shown them, of course, and more - how he came to be an ever present member of Ravka’s court and the founder of the second army, how badly the Grishas were treated and are treated even now. I want him to tell her about his past lives. If he obviously trusts her enough to tell her the name tattooed on his heart, he trusts her enough to tell her all that’s happened to him, to make her understand that not all things are black and white, that it was for the greater good, for them, and when he realizes that she can’t see past his wrongdoings, we see his anger. How dare she judge him when she’s abandoned Ravka for a peaceful life with Mal? When she’s betrayed him?

Season 2 do not fail me I want the best angst ever written, please. Let Alina find out Aleksander destroyed Novokribirsk because they were actively trying to assassinate her and that he wasn’t lying on that front, it’s interesting to see her conflicted emotions at war. I want a lovers to tragic obsessive enemies. I want misunderstandings, with the frustrating realization that they’ll never talk about anything without making it worse. But I also want Alina to realize that the Darkling is the extreme, that what he is fighting for might have started as a good cause, but that he lost himself centuries-of-persecution earlier. I want her to learn from his mistakes. To see in him a version of herself that she might become, should she forget herself. Overall I just want to see her fight for her people and become BAMF. Ughhh so many thoughts

[ominousvibez]

hyperfixating on pokemon again, and thinking of an ash journey in paldea. obviously, a lot to think about-- where does his journey start? how much of the game plot does it follow, and how original does it get.

most importantly, what is his team like?

well, i've done my research (AKA extensive bulbapedia deep dives). and going off previous "trends" of ash's journeys, i think i can put together a likely list of pokemon that i could see on his own team-- and possible character arcs involving those pokemon-- with maybe a bit of creative liberties, of course.

1. PIKACHU

i think this is an obvious one. like, duh, of course he has pikachu. they're besties. they'd kill for each other, and they probably have before. they'd die for each other, and have multiple times.

2. SPRIGATITO -> FLORAGATO

i know this is a weird one, but hear me out.

throughout most of the series, ash gets between 1-3 of the starter pokemon. in earlier seasons when it's him, misty and brock, he's gotten all three, with the only exception being notably unova (he has the starter trios in kanto, johto, and unova). in other seasons, he's only gotten 1-2, with the 3rd going to the Region Girl, usually the more feminine one.

but. but!! he's gotten the grass type starter the most often-- bulbasaur, bayleef, sceptile, torterra, and snivy. and rowlet. so i feel like this gen would follow a similar trend, where through shenanigans ash ends up catching a sprigatito (or Sprigatito goes after him).

i'd like to imagine that this starter ends up somehow getting their hidden ability Protean, which if you didn't know, changes the user's type to whatever move it uses. which isn't handy in tera battles because the pokemon will keep their tera type but in normal battles, having a sprigatito go from grass type to, like, fairy or something would be fun! it would shake up a few gyms, for sure.

i'd also like to imagine this sprigatito evolves into floragato and decides, yep, that's enough, and doesn't want to evolve further. not all of ash's starter pokemon fully evolve.

only like six of the thirteen starter pokemon ash catches ever fully evolve. capping it at a overpowered floragato seems like it'd be in character for the classic seasons of the anime. idk plot reasons i guess

3. ROOKIDEE -> CORVIKNIGHT

Paldea is a very interesting region in the Pokemon world because it deviates just like Johto did and it doesn't have a typical regional bird pokemon. Wattrel and Kilowattrel fill in the void, but they're more like the Hoothoot/Noctowl sort of vibe. but I don't see ash catching a Kilowattrel; he's never had an electric-type other than Pikachu, and i doubt that they would try it with that

so, i offer up the alternative: his first official paldea catch is a lil' rookidee.

in this canon, ash never traveled through Galar in the "typical" way. everything with goh & the world champions still happens, and ifso factso plot stuff happens and ash ends up enrolled in the paldea schools.

rookidee fills in the "bird" pokemon slot for ash. he's caught just about every other regional bird (including a shiny Noctowl, how cool), so it makes sense that this one would end up in his care. i think it'd be cool to see ash train up a corviknight. they're cool pokemon. i had one in my shield game and her name was poe (quoth the raven evermore) and she was a BAMF. give ash a BAMF bird, as a treat.

4. NYMBLE -> LOKIX

along with the trend of ash catching the regional bird, he usually catches at least one bug-type, and i think a nymble -> lokix would really fit well into his team. they're an atypical bug-type (bug/dark) but i think it'd be cool to explore an arc where ash catches this poor little nymble who is afraid of everything to eventually help it get over its fears and evolve into a powerful lokix.

there's always at least one Problem Pokemon on ash's team, and i think a lokix that wins enough battles that it gets too cocky would be a good continuation of an arc, and cause inner team conflict.

plus i think lokix looks a little bit like mothman and i think he's cool

5. FINIZEN -> PALAFIN

finizen is a very interesting pokemon. not just the first dolphin pokemon, but the evolution is convulted in the game. you gotta be in a union group and get it past level, like, 35 to technically evolve, but nothing really changes with it until it's in battle and it transforms into it's hero form.

but a palafin just fits to me! ash is a very heroic character, and palafin is the hero Pokemon. the palafin is probably a bit of a reckless dummy like ash, who gets into fights too easily, but training with ash (despite his own reckless streak), helps mellow the pokemon out a bit. boom! character arc.

6. CETODDLE -> CETITAN

every few seasons ash gets ahold of an egg, which evolves into a really strong teammate. i think it'd be funny if ash was given an egg that hatches into this nearly 4 foot tall toddler who likes to bite things. i think it'd be really funny. c'mon.

ice is not a type ash commonly gets. he usually gets the pseudo-legendary or something equal in power to it, some sort of dragon-type. heck, in the last season, he has two dragon-types, a dragonite and a dracovish. i think it'd be a cool juxtaposition to have him come out of a season where he got so many cool dragons and give him this giant literal toddler who will eat anything it sees and is an ice-type.

and, sure, cetitan looks a lot more Mature and Serious. but it is still a toddler, deep down inside, and still bites things. ash needs a comic relief team mate, and cetoddle/cetitan fits pretty well

TRAVELING WITH: KORAIDON

this au that's forming in my brain is a mix of scarlet & violet -- idk how the school works with this, but basically, koraidon and miraidon exist together, as do the paradoxes, and both of arven's parents are emotionally distant professors who focus on research in area zero. poor guy. twice the parental trauma.

anyway, i think i see ash taking care of koraidon a lot more than miraidon. again; he's never had another electric type on his team other than pikachu. and while it'd be cool to see how a "ride" miraidon would interact with pikachu, i think koraidon's past vibes vibes better with ash's more wild nature.

i know ash has caught more than a team's worth of pokemon each generation, and i think there's still definitely room for one more wild card of a pokemon, but i can't think of any that would fit atm.

...

anyway yeah that's what i think ash's paldea team would be like!

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 48 – CROSSOVER

SERIES: Batman/Avengers Crossover 'verse by TheResurrectionist

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: NR Words: 33,725 Tags: Tony Stark & Bruce Wayne Friendship, Team as Family, BAMF Bruce

Summary: All of the stories in my Batman/Avengers crossover verse. I really liked seeing the interactions between Bruce and the Avengers, so I began writing a few myself. Stony, with background friendships.

Reasons why I love it: Who doesn't enjoy an MCU/DC crossover? I always love the 'Tony and Bruce Wayne are childhood friends' trope, and this verse is a fantastic example of why. There are five fics in this series, but since the last two aren't finished, I'll only rec the first three. Still, I'd encourage you to read all of them, because they're amazing!

This series consists of:

Just Another Day

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: NR Words: 3,849 Tags: Sparring, Secret Identity, Jealous Steve

Summary: Tony brings his long-time friend, Bruce Wayne, to Avengers' tower. Steve gets jealous. “You think you’re some kind of funny guy, huh?” Wayne raised an eyebrow, not rising to the bait. “Just pointing out the weak spots. You’re a good fighter. Everyone has them, though.” Tony rose from his seat, putting a hand on Steve’s chest. “Babe, I think we should--” “If you’re such a genius,” Steve spat at Wayne. “Then you do it.” Wayne’s eyebrow crept even higher up his forehead. “Do what?” “Spar. With me.” Tony went white. “Steve, I--” “I won’t hurt him.” Steve told Tony, the implication unsaid. Wayne was still cool as a cucumber as the two men stared at each other. “Trust me.”Things go great, basically. Light Stony, with a dash of Batman for flavor.

Reasons why I love it: I don't know why Bruce Wayne taking on the Avengers SHIELD gang and winning without breaking a sweat is so satisfying, but it is. To be fair though, Thor, the Hulk and Ironman would absolutely trounce him. I love this fic and the Tony & Bruce friendship in it, it's a wonderful start to this series!

Bad Blood

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: NR Words: 4,619 Tags: Protective Steve, Surprise Kissing, Fighting

Summary: The Avengers chase a villain into Gotham, and end up needing the help of the city’s resident superhero, the mysterious Batman. Steve isn’t too pleased. “Well,” Superman said, walking over to the creature. He turned to Batman. “Shadow again. Diana’s new compound work this time?” “Yes.” Batman responded, tilting his head. “Where do you want to put him this time?” “This time?” Steve asked, freezing as both figures turned to him. “It’s just...uh, you’ve, uh, fought him before. I guess?” “Last week,” Batman said, voice tinged with irritation. “Check the inter-league communications better, Captain. You might not make a mess next time.”Light Stony, and lots of Batman. Back by popular demand.

Reasons why I love it: Bruce Banner being a little Batman stan just made my entire day, I'm not even kidding. And Steve being ridiculously jealous while Tony revels in it the whole time is super fun. Also love the Batman/Superman interactions, they're such great frenemies. I love this fic, and I bet you will too, so I hope you check it out!

Smooth Criminal

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: NR Words: 8,111 Tags: Negotiations, Crack Treated Seriously, Clint's Lunchbox

Summary: It’s been a few days since the Avengers met Batman, and Clint’s lunchbox is missing. Naturally, this means open negotiations between the Justice League, SHIELD, and the Avengers until Clint’s Superman Lunchbox is returned. And his twenty-seven dollars in singles. Damn it. “We met with the Avengers, like, twice?” Clint paused, frowning. “You’re Bat--” Bruce moved quicker than the eye could see, slamming a fist into Barton’s throat before the other man could finish that sentence. The archer slumped to the floor with a cough. “You know better than to unmask me at my own company,” Bruce growled, feeling his voice deepen and not caring in the least. He stood, rolling down the shades to his office. “Why the hell are you even here?” “L-lunchbox,” Barton coughed out, rolling to his feet. He touched a hand to his throat. “Save…..Superman...lunchbox….” Bruce frowned at the mention of his teammate. “Why did you say that name?” “It’s...on my...lunchbox.”Light Stony, and a lot of Batman.

Reasons why I love it: Clint is so cute in this, I love him so much. He's truly a superfan of Superman, and I'm so happy things work out for him in the end. Have I ever mentioned that Clint is one of my favorite characters? Because this fic is reason number 1048578 on the list of why I love him. Definitely check out this series if you love Marvel and DC both, it's one of my favorite crossovers out there!

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Character Spotlight: Beverly Crusher

By Ames

Paging Dr. Crusher to medbay. Dr. Crusher to medbay. We have a character spotlight procedure to perform, so get your medical scrubs on and refresh yourself on the hippocratic oath as A Star to Steer Her By reviews the vital signs of Dr. Beverly Crusher, The Next Generation’s Chief Medical Officer for six out of seven seasons of the show. Plus the movies (I guess?).

She may have taken a full season off, and you know what: it’s painfully obvious why. Her character probably gets less to do than Troi whom we recently discussed, and she more often than not defaults to just being the mother of the resident boy genius, which isn’t saying much. So what can we say about Bev? We definitely scraped together some moments to highlight, so read on below and listen to this week’s episode on the podcast (jump to 1:00:49 for Bev chat). Stat!

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Best moments

Say no to drugs, kids As we’ve said when covering doctors like McCoy and Pulaski, Starfleet CMOs are at their best when they put their patients before the Prime Directive. So when Crusher brilliantly figures out how the Ornarans are exploiting the Brekkians’ addiction to felicium in “Symbiosis,” she uses it to pressure Picard to intervene. His response wasn’t NEARLY enough, but Bev was 100% right.

Set phasers to BAMF I love it when the doctors get to kick some ass in an action scene, and Crusher proves herself capable of absolutely owning enemies on occasion. Especially awesome is the scene in “Conspiracy” after the alien-possessed Admiral Quinn beats up Riker, throws Geordi through a door, and swings Worf around like a ragdoll, Bev just walks in and phasers him like it’s no big deal.

The longer we argue, the longer it’s going to take me to save them In the middle of the terrorist attack in “The High Ground,” Crusher puts her foot down and puts her patients first, defying orders to stay with the injured casualties. And though the Federation’s position is to stay neutral (though they fail at this), Bev diagnoses the terrorists willingly and ably despite not agreeing with their insurgence against their government.

I’m here, Jean-Luc. I’m not going anywhere. Though it’s pretty clear that Patrick Stewart and Mark Lenard steal the show in “Sarek,” we’ve got to give some commendation to Dr. Crusher as well. She’s the one who figures out that Sarek’s Bendii Syndrome is causing disturbances around the ship, even when the Vulcan party tries to conceal it, and her devotion to helping Picard through the mind meld is nothing short of beautiful.

Separating the man from the machine Not only does Crusher get to go on the away team to the Borg Cube to find the captured Picard in “Best of Both Worlds” and proceed to shoot Borg drones like she’s swatting flies. But she also defies all odds and deprograms Locutus after they’ve rescued him and destroyed the Borg Cube. She’s so good, there’s nary a scratch on him for the rest of the series.

If there’s nothing wrong with me, maybe there’s something wrong with the universe Pretty much everything Bev gets to do in “Remember Me” is stellar. It makes you realize that Crusher doesn’t get a lot of episodes that are deep character pieces like the other characters get to (even Troi, though those are mostly problematic). But “Remember Me” gets to show off the doctor’s shrewdness and problem-solving abilities in one of the most original episodes of the show!

Correction: Blown out While her and Geordi’s subplot in “Disaster” is probably the most disconnected of the lot, it’s actually pretty impressive that Crusher is able to survive the decompressed cargo bay and get to the panel to repressurize everything. She knows exactly what to do to prepare for the absolutely lethal conditions inflicted on them, keeps her cool, and gets them both through it alive.

Then Deanna has to die I’m not going to even pretend to understand how everything worked out in the end in “Man of the People,” but it was all thanks to Beverly Crusher. She figures out Alkar’s psychic vampire deal, risking everything by performing an autopsy against orders. But even better than that, she makes the batshit decision to kill Troi and then revive her to break the link, and even crazier: it works!

Someone in this morgue is a murderer! Later the same season we have Crusher yet again performing an autopsy against the wishes of the deceased’s culture, but in “Suspicions,” there are consequences. Bev’s tenacity in sleuthing out Dr. Reyga’s murder, her flying into a damn sun to prove him right, and her killing the hell out of Jo’Brill make an otherwise forgettable episode into a great showcase for her character.

Let’s make flying into the sun a thing And somehow, that’s not even the last time Bev flies into a sun using Dr. Reyga’s metaphasic shield technology! In “Descent,” she avoids a Borg attack by hiding in a sun’s corona, even while her security officer Barnaby (who’s played by the same actor as Jo’Bril; that can’t be just a coincidence!) is over her shoulder doubting her and tactical officer Taitt’s every decision.

You’re not Nana! Nana’s dead! Okay, hear me out. Even though “Sub Rosa” is a notoriously bad episode of TNG and it even swept our worst of the series list (we’ll hear from it again in this blogpost in the Worst Moments section), there’s some stuff to love about Crusher in this episode. Watching her stand up to Ronin in the end when she’s figured it all out is some great work from Gates McFadden!

Please state the nature of the medical emergency Finally, we get to the movies, which seem to mostly forget that Bev is a character sometimes, but we know the truth! Bev is a rockstar who saves her entire medical staff AND Lily Sloane in First Contact by thinking to have the Emergency Medical Hologram create a diversion while she leads everyone through all the various ducts like an absolute boss.

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Worst moments

I haven’t the comfort of a husband Another week, another mention of “The Naked Now,” which has come up in pretty much every character spotlight except Riker’s (maybe he should have gotten a mention for not getting space drunk). And for Beverly, it’s just another case of the female characters all getting horny for the various male characters in that tropey, sexist way the show had, and it’s just bullshit.

Get out of my mind It’s not every day that someone on the Enterprise gets possessed by some entity or other. It’s more like every other day! So when Crusher gets possessed by the entity in “Lonely Among Us” and suddenly finds herself on the bridge with gaps in her memory, you’d think there would be some kind of protocol to submit yourself for examination, but she just goes back to work like an amateur!

Shut up again, Wesley We gave Picard some guff about this in “Datalore” and we’re going to do the same for his mother later that same episode. Sure, we’re ALL thinking it at pretty much all times this first season of TNG, but Starfleet officers should not be saying “Shut up, Wesley” to their crewmembers on the bridge, especially when he’s just imparting important knowledge about Lore!

The future the AI bots want I’ll always question Crusher’s leaping at the opportunity to assume Yuta is the woman from some impossibly old photo in “The Vengeance Factor” because the computer overlaid her face on top of it when they asked it to. Like we’ve never seen the same actor play different roles before. Call me faceblind, but I wouldn’t have even noticed the resemblance.

No wonder we retconned the Trill... Probably the most questionable thing Crusher does is continue her relationship with Odan after his symbiont is put into Riker’s body in “The Host.” Odan gives her an out several times, but Bev decides to keep romancing him, which seems really squicky to us since Riker didn’t have the ability to consent to the happy couple using his body in… that way.

First, do no harm... by doing nothing at all Cultural differences make the episode “Ethics” a very complicated one, since Worf refuses palliative care for his paralysis and would rather die. What’s a doctor to do in such a situation? How about make matters worse by ignoring every request of her patient, treating him like a human instead of a Klingon, and withholding the experimental procedure he’s requested?

This is a recipe of the Captain’s Aunt Adelle In the very first aired episode of The Original Series, “The Man Trap,” we see McCoy taking a sleep aid of some kind to help him sleep. And it works! So when Riker is suffering from sleeplessness in “Schisms” and Crusher just prescribes a hot milk toddy instead of actual drugs, I just have to call bullshit. You’re a doctor, Bev, not a barista.

The lobes for business Ugh, we’re not even on Deep Space Nine yet and I’m already fed up with oomox. I find it gross how often the women of these shows have to effectively demean themselves by giving a Ferengi oomox like Bev does to get information out of Solok in “Chain of Command.” Sometimes, I swear this show was written for sex-starved teenaged boys and no one else.

Put ze candle back! While I gave Beverly some credit for defeating Ronin in the end in “Sub Rosa,” I also need to take her down a few pegs first for getting so infatuated with the guy in the first place! Sure, it’s some level of minor mind control, but she’s treating her crewmembers terribly, gushing at Deanna about her grandma’s erotic diaries, and quitting her job all for some guy who banged Nana. Gross, Bev! Real gross.

AITA, Enterprise edition While we like to see our two medical crewmembers looking out for each other, Crusher’s devotion to Lt. Ogawa somehow leads her to accidentally spreading a rumor that Powell is cheating on her in “Lower Decks.” Ogawa tells her in confidence that she’s upset he canceled a recent date, and in the next scene Crusher is gabbing at the poker table about every time she saw him in the same room as another woman!

Captain, I believe the crew is de-evolving While we could blame Reg Barclay for making the crew “de-evolve” in “Genesis,” it’s also on Dr. Crusher for elevating his T-cells in the first place. The rest of the episode is a mess that Bev can’t be at fault for because Worf knocked her out with his venom breath early on, but the initial outbreak could have been entirely avoided if the good doctor hadn’t gone tampering with his DNA.

Not that we care about such things in this day and age Another quick repeat that we also brought up in the Troi spotlight, but wow, we must harp on how the writers seem to have no idea what else to do with their female characters. Dr. Crusher has about 20 lines in all of Insurrection and two of them are wasted talking about her and Deanna’s boobs just to titillate the men in the audience.

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With this blogpost wrapped up, let’s blow out this candle for good. We’ve got more character spotlights on the way, with another Crusher to discuss next week, so make you’re following along! We’re also still flying along through Enterprise over on SoundCloud or wherever you pick up your podcast frequencies, maintaining our universe bubble over on Facebook and Twitter, and flying into a sun every chance we get!

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The Clone Wars 2x5 'Landing at Point Rain' Reaction

YEET THE CLONE

Gif from this post by @elivanto

Is this the first instance that we see of Yeet the Clone? I’m pretty sure it is. If so, then what a beautiful introduction to one of the Jedi’s favourite pastimes: Yeeting their Clones. Poor Rex. I also loved the part before this where he just appears behind the Droideka that Ahsoka was fighting on the top of the wall, smoothly and silently steps through its shield and then puts a blaster bolt through the back of its head a la Trinity to Agent Smith in The Matrix. Certified Rex Is A Badass moment and it was a really well shot and framed moment that emphasised just how highly skilled the clones are. I did wonder how he got up to the top of the giant wall that quickly though. Rex, did you yeet yourself up there? Do you secretly want to be yeeted? 

I hadn’t really clocked onto this until this episode but it’s reminder that Rex is also an ARC, along with being the absolute BAMF that he is and The Captain to everyone. I was watching episodes 2x6 and 2x7 (more to come on those later) and was wondering why Cody didn’t have a kama. Surely Marshal Commander Cody has a kama? Is Cody not an ARC? Wookieepedia doesn’t list him as one so I’m guessing he mustn’t be, which seems decidedly odd seeing as he, along with Rex, are basically held up as examples of the ultimate clone. Though The Bad Batch aren’t ARCs but then they are a special category of genetically enhanced commandos in a spec ops squad of their own. Does this mean kama’s are purely an ARC thing? Either way, Rex looks suitably badass in his kama and Cody should get one too, as a treat. More clones in kamas pls.

Just after poor Rex gets yeeted off the wall by both of his jedis’, we very clearly see that Jedi are able to safely slow and stop the descent of a clone who is falling from a great height. They can even do this while falling from a great height themselves. So where is The Bad Batch’s jedi to stop Tech’s fall? Hmmmmmm?! I have Thoughts about this that I may cobble together into a post at a later date.

Hello to Trapper, who we’re introduced to as the only other survivor along with Obi-Wan from when their troop transport (I think they’re LAAT/i’s?) was shot down and crashed. I’m always slightly worried when we’re introduced to a new named clone. I thought Wooley was absolute Red Shirt material (to mix metaphors with the two main sci-fi franchises that start with Star) when he was introduced in 1x20 ‘Innocents of Ryloth’. The setup did not seem like it bode well for his survival. Four clones go off on their own on a dangerous mission to scout ahead. Wooley, the only clone out of the group without paint on their armour, is paired up with Cody (who has plot armour) and the other two clones, Waxer and Boil, have both been introduced and characterised at the start of this episode. Wooley was set up to be the obvious Red Shirt of the group, doomed to be blasted by the first droid they encounter while the main characters are left to struggle on in a desperate bid to complete their mission. Don’t get me wrong, I was very glad it didn’t happen! Subverting expectations like that worked well in this situation and the entire narrative focus was on Waxer and Boil anyway. More clones need to live. 

That was one thing that stood out to me in this episode, the sheer number of clones that were killed right in front of us. There were so many. It was a constant pattern throughout the episode. Clone after clone after clone dying, and for what? I’m assuming this is the writers making a point about the futility of war and the utterly pointless loss of life. On top of all this, the clones are just expected to keep going, always moving forward, nothing else mattering apart from following orders (*sobs*) and completing the mission. It was a very sobering way of emphasising the lot of the clones and the way they’re treated and viewed. Just the sheer number of LAAT/i’s alone that were shot down was so stark, and each of those carries 35 troops. Or at least that’s what Wookieepedia says. I didn’t think they looked large enough to carry that many troops in the episode, probably closer to around 10 or so clones.

On a lighter note, I really enjoyed how a number of the LAAT/i’s had custom nose art! There was one with what looked like a nexu that I think appeared twice and another with a very cool looking clone trooper helmet that drawn to look like a skull. I love little in-universe touches like that. Ok I’ve done a little bit more digging and omg the LAAT/i with the nexu nose art is called the Bad Kitty! I am crying, this is hilarious, I love it. 

Also, Cody can you come and get your husband. He’s all dusty and dirty and slumped against some boxes in the middle of a battlefield pretending not to be injured. Somewhere in the background is the decidedly miffed countenance of the 212th’s medic. Do we ever discover who the medic of the 212th is? Does Ghost Company have a medic? The only medic I know of is Kix and he hasn’t been introduced yet, plus he’s with the 501st anyway. 

This is all further confirmation that I am entirely here for the clones. Sure the jedi with their fancy laser swords are cool and all that and I will admit that I’m growing rather fond of Ahsoka. But the clones. The Clones. Give me everything about the clones. 

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Jason Creed Sabertooth Part 2

The Aftermath

 I just got off the train when I was engulfed In a cloud of brimstone smoke two blue arms with grippy bifractured hands grabbed me in a bear hug from the front. “Extraction incoming, hold your breath.” I do as i’m told and brace my self for the implosion of air I love my uncle but I hate this part. BAMF as soon as the smoke clears and my ears stop ringing and I have my bearings again I notice we’re in the faculty locker room. One of the nurses from the infirmary is there to. Dose everyone know about my sabertooth debacle? “Normally we’re doing this for logan” the nurse commented “what were you thinking? Kurt questions me. “ I wasn't “ I admit. 

“Now here’s the procedure you strip down and hand me your clothes to be washed and then you stand against that wall and stand still for kurt to hose you down I’ll be back with clean clothes vaccines and sicky sutures and bone and joint braces you'll need to wear for a week.” she explains. I strip it’s embarasing but It’s not like they haven’t seen me naked before and neither of them care kurt’s too body positive to notice or care and nurse patty is like 46 and has seen it all and then some.

I hand her my blood soaked clothes and i stand against the wall and kurt gives me that broad mischievous grin he dose so well. ‘Now comes the fun part, for me, not for you.’ he says with  a giggle. I brace myself and the gush of water hits me washing my gand father’s blood off of me and down the drain  “now. put your hands up and turn around slowly.” I do as i’m told and he hoses off down my back and leggs finishing off by blasting me right in the back of the head I whip around and growl at him. My uncle just laughs. “I’m used to doing this with logan, you’re just a grubby puppy all growl no bite. You can’t scare me. But  Next time  please leave sabertooth to the grown ups ok? mein kleiner Schatz.” his tone switched from goofing off to worried sick real quick, we don’t have a whole lot in common like I have with logan he sometimes ropes me into his pranks or sends me bible quotes he thinks might help me but that’s about it. My uncle kurt dose love me he is the only biological family I have that Isn’t a colosal sociopath/narcissist/ homicidal maniac. I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual. “ I don’t want anything to do with sabertooth don’t worry. I just wanted to go to the cuniform and the wild places exhibit.” I tell him. He gives me a relived smile. “We can go together on my next day off avoiding trouble is easier when you can teleport.”  “ thank you.” I replied  “ great now that’s sorted. get in the tub. youre still a walking biohazard, you're getting the deep cleaning protocol.” he ordered pointing at the big round bath tub. In the center of the room he poured some bubble bath in and stirred it in with one of those bath brushes with the long handel encouraging bubbles. “Step in but give me your hands your claws look as atrocious as the rest of you.” I do as i'm told keeping my hands out of the water and giving them to him over the side of the bath my armpits resting on a plush towl for comfort the rest of my body under my bath bubbles. “Arguably your claws got the worst of it.” he said distainfully pulling a long blond hair from under my middle claw taking a small chunk of flesh out with it. He looked a little disturbed by this so to break the tension I said  “If you think this is bad you should see the other guy.” I grinned.  Kurt just gave me a disapproving tut and swatted my hand. “No more fighting. That’s an order.” he dictated 

“Yes sir.” I acknowledged. 

“Good boy” nuse patty said setting her equipment up beside me. Damn, that lady Is really sneaky I guess that’s how you survive in a house full of mutant kids. “ hey, Jason ignore her, focus on me.” Kurt encourages me. “I know how you feel about needles but I need you to try your best to not bite me. Ok?” nurse patty instructs as If I was an injured wild animal. After I’m all cleaned up I only growl at nurse patty twice this time And no one got bit or scratched I’ve matured. Compared to Sabertooth nurse patty is a walk in the park. Kurt brought me a clean Xaivier’s tracksuit it's grey and green and super comfy. My uncle Kurt set me up with a blanket in the xmen’s rec room he then put an errol flynn movie on. Mr. Logan ended up joining us but I fell asleep halfway through I was so exhausted and clean and comfy I couldn’t keep my eyes open but before I blacked out I think I caught them holding hands, that's sweet, good for them welcome to the family mr. logan now he might be my uncle through Kurt and or Sabertooth. Nice, I like Mr. Logan good for Kurt. I sleep peacefully and I am thankful that my family isn’t all bad I’m glad I have Kurt and Mr. Logan to look out for me when I need them.

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okay, after approximately.... seventeen hours? something along those lines (did, you know, have to do the occasional work task and, like, eat and get water obviously), i’m putting down the game for the night - got to a point where i didn’t immediately have an interesting task in front of me and needed to make a stopping point for myself

i’m gonna put a cut here and do some freewheeling thoughts on tears of the kingdom thus far, but generally it suffices to say that i am having a good time

first of all, i’m really glad i played age of calamity somewhat recently, because it gave me little bits of character info that i honestly would’ve completely forgotten without it - namely that teba had a son who was one of the tiny birds in the last game

anyway it really feels like they took the notes/complaints about breath of the wild’s story to heart, cuz god damn is there a healthy amount of story here, especially with them bringing back sages and temples and such - for posterity’s sake, i have completed the wind temple, and am on my way to death mountain for what i assume will be the fire temple; should be interesting to see who the sage is, since we got a little curveball from the ritos not making it teba (so now i’m thinking yunobo or someone else? and the someone else is a little more likely)

okay also for posterity’s sake - i have gotten four glyph memories, which i assume they’re assigned to the glyph and not given in a particular order, so i got the intro one (zonai), the castle, the demon king, and the sword; i’ve also done precisely 1 (one) chasm visit and started my job at the lucky clover, as well as completing enough shrines to get up to eight hearts with enough orbs currently on my person to get something, and i uncovered the demon statue under hyrule, as well

sad they’re not letting me play as zelda, but also love that she is literally an actual part of the imprisoning war from ten thousand years ago, like yup nope the zelda in that mural was in fact the exact same zelda who was critiquing and comparing herself to that perfect image of, it turns out, herself

like fucking hell i just love the character beats there, and hopefully some amount of that gets discussed on screen, cuz damn

oh, right, by the way, if i had a nickel for every time a dead king guided me through a great ____ zone i’d have two nickels - i kid, i kid, i really liked king rauru (which!! king rauru what?!?!? aaaaaaa my zelda lore brain is firing off all the time) bamfing around and actually, like, guiding us? like he doesn’t really quite know more than we do, he’s just more familiar with how the land works and such

... now that i’m thinking about it, though, how the hell did we end up where we did? like i was jokingly complaining to myself about how we were literally just shoved in a random room (on the floor), as opposed to breath of the wild where we were intentionally brought to an advanced piece of restorative technology, but also, rauru didn’t have a corporeal form? how was he able to replace my arm? and how did i get in that room????

guess that’ll be one for the zelda youtubers - oh, wait, right! i was gonna make this joke like fourteen hours ago, but i loved the opening bit where zelda is just like the zelda lore youtubers i watch sometimes, where she’s just excitedly pointing at things and going ‘!!! this is cool! i don’t actually know what’s going on entirely but it’s cool!!!’ like yes, love that for you darling, i will like comment and subscribe every moment you’re on screen doing what you love

let’s see... oh, the gameplay is pretty excellent, even if i keep dying because i’m bad at fighting without all my special powers (and because i couldn’t find a shirt for so damn long, like i know that was just luck probably but still), and the new magic abilities are fascinating - it’s interesting how they’re both more and less expansive than the previous set (like with the attaching things power, you can pick up anything not just metal stuff like you could with magnesis, but without cryonis water is way more terrifying cuz none of the other powers can really do anything about water by themselves)

fav so far is the ‘swim upward through solid objects’ one because ya know i love to climb things, and it’s really fun to have an escape clause on, like, most caves and a lot of other places (i think i used it a fair amount in the wind temple just to get away from dudes)

i haven’t made very many vehicles, because when i make stuff for movement i feel bad about abandoning it out in the wilderness but also sometimes you just gotta cut that corner and jump off the cliff (which, gods, it took so long to get the paraglider and i was so happy when it finally dropped into my hands) - this is how i felt about horses in the first game, although i’ve actually ridden a couple horses around this time

you know what i have done what feels like fifty times? supported president hudson, that’s what - actually it’s a really fun and simple engineering puzzle that i’m glad shows up again and again, but by gods i wanna take addison’s hands and just go ‘why didn’t you guys just make the sign stable to start with??’

it’s been very cool seeing how the world has changed, both with recovery after breath of the wild and with the stuff falling from the sky at the start of this game, although i think what fascinates me the most is that no one’s actually said (or even implied) exactly how long it’s been either since botw ended OR since link and zelda disappeared on their archaeological survey - like i have no idea if link was out for days, weeks, or months honestly (my guess is like three weeks but who knows!)

negative things... not a fan of how often i died, and it took me way longer to figure out how to use the zonai wings than it should have, i wish there’d been a slightly better explanation at some point, and i wish i’d gotten the latest memory i found (the sword one) later in the quest line, cuz it feels very resolution-y and while it’s occasionally fun to get these things as an almost in media res conclusion, in this particular instance i’d rather have just seen it later

the whole geoglyphs concept is super awesome, though, that was a fantastic addition and really rewards the whole flying around the sky thing that this game is really about

can’t wait to get through the rest of the major story beats so i can spend the next few months just dicking around

but first sleep

[arialerendeair]

@casual-trash-art, since this is BAMF Gale - it is right up my alley, so here's a 3k fic for you. (I'm planning to post it to Ao3 as well, so please let me know if I can gift it to you!)

Also I am stupidly in love with the concept that just ended up spilling out of my fingertips, so don't mind me!!

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It hadn't been the best of days to start. 

Of course, that had, perhaps, been his fault in not telling Astarion that he was not up for the outing that they had been planning for the better part of a month.  But between a frustrating conversation with Elminster about how Mystra had indicated she wanted him back as her Chosen (a thought that had him gnashing his teeth the longer that he thought about it), and a class that should have been easy, but ended up not, Gale knew that he was in a poor mood.  It was not Astarion's fault, and he had done his absolute best to put it behind him and focus on their outing. 

They had planned dinner, but first a walk down one of Waterdeep's main thoroughfares, so Astarion could test the latest updates on the ring he wore proudly.  (A thought twisted in his chest at the idea that Astarion would some day wear another type of ring, but that was a conversation for another time, not today, and not when his mood was so easily drawn into darker corners.)  The spell was holding brilliantly, if he did say so himself, and it would be a matter of time before he found a way to either make it permanent, or for Astarion himself to be able to recharge it with Weave.  Both were options that he was entertaining. 

"You are quite far away, darling," Astarion teased, giving Gale's arm a squeeze.  "Am I not enough to keep your attention this evening?"

Gale snorted and let his shoulders relax.  Tomorrow he did not have any classes to teach and would be able to spend the day in his library, and when he had gathered himself more fully, he would tell Astarion about the supposed message from Mystra.  "You know well that you keep all of my attention and then some," he teased, lifting Astarion's hand to his lips to kiss.  The ring that protected Astarion from the last of the suns rays was warm against his lips and he managed a wink. 

However, the narrowed eyes told him that Astarion knew something was wrong, so Gale offered a wry smile.  "Intermediate spellcasting today was..." he let out a breath.  "To say it did not go according to plan is perhaps an understatement, and three other teachers were needed to bring the Wild Magic that got unleashed under control." 

Astarion's eyes widened.  "That does sound chaotic." 

Gale fought down a snort.  "The Wild Magic summoned two elementals, in my classroom, so you can imagine the level of chaos that ensued."  By the appreciative whistle from his partner, he knew that Astarion could guess just how wild things had gotten.  "We managed to get it under control, and none of the students were grievously injured.  Soaking wet, and perhaps a bit cold, since it was a water and ice elemental, but well enough with a few dozen prestidigitation spells." 

"When you are not quite so tired, I want to hear this story in full!" Astarion insisted.  "It sounds like a tale for the ages, and you know I love your stories."  

Gale turned them down another street that had at least two booths he knew Astarion would wish to stop at, one for the magical threads they offered, and the other because he could never resist jewelry when it was well made.  "There was a time when you would have called me full of hot air and my words as useless as a gust of wind against your pomade."  

Astarion gasped, mock-affronted.  "Well, see if I buy you anything pretty!"  He turned on his heel with a fake huff and made his way over to the nearby jewelry booth.  

Gale watched him pretend to flounce off, giving Astarion a wink when red eyes darted to him, a small check in to ensure that he knew his lover was not truly angry.  A long time ago, perhaps, Astarion would have been upset at such a comment on his appearance, but now he leaned into the teasing and did not hesitate to bite back.  It had taken months for him to feel able to do so, and every time Astarion exercised his wit and teasing, even at his expense, Gale found himself (perhaps wonderfully, foolishly) falling deeper in love with the man.  

Well and truly gone for the vampire, and a willing victim of his heart and hunger, in more ways than one.  Gale stopped a few steps behind Astarion and looked down the street, which was busier than he would have expected.  Of course, they were nearing Midsommar, with the sun up so late, so perhaps the city was eager to begin celebrations early.  It had been a quiet winter, followed by an extraordinarily hectic spring that had at last settled down.  The city needed a few months to recover, in more ways than one. 

Astarion was admiring several necklaces and bracelets, holding them up in consideration.  The owner knew better than to offer the mirror on the table, but Gale was ready to provide his opinion when Astarion inevitably turned to seek his. Proud as a peacock, but never immune to flattery, oh Gale loved him. A sharp turn on a heel had him grinning readily, the earrings sparkling where they hung, dangling next to Astarion's neck. 

"Beautiful," Gale praised, his smile widening as Astarion preened.  "The shape suits you rather perfectly, my love." 

A scoff beside him had him tensing, before an all-too-familiar voice joined the conversation.  "Your compliments once used to inspire such passion in me, is this what they have been reduced to?" 

Gale tensed, stepping away from the woman beside him, moving in front of Astarion.  The crowd around them had gone worryingly muted and fuzzy and Gale was glad when Astarion moved, but at least remained partially behind him.  She was clearly doing something to manipulate the crowd around them, since no one appeared to notice her. Or them.   "What are you doing here?" 

Mystra raised a single, imperious eyebrow, her lips pursing in the faintest of pouts.  "I am everywhere the Weave is.  Do you think I do not know where you are at all times, my Chosen?"

"I am not," Gale snarled the words, his chest caving in on itself in a mix of anger and fear.  "Your Chosen.  Nor will I ever be again.  You have made that clear, and I am quite at peace with it." 

Mystra laughed, her head falling back, her hair cascading over her shoulders, a shining iridescent waterfall.  "Oh, to be so young and foolish.  You think this love will sustain you as I did?  He who can barely conjure a flame to his fingertips?"  Her eyes flashed and she stepped forward, her body outlined in the brilliantly vibrant glow of the Weave.  "I have seen the passion with which you handle the Weave, my Chosen." 

"I am NOT-"

"I have felt you caress it as you did me, a lover for your entire life, before you even knew what such a touch was.  It is embedded so deep in your being, it beats with every pulse of your heart, every breath you draw.  It is who you are and have always been," Mystra purred the words.  She licked her lips.  "Chosen by the Weave, Chosen by me, favored as no other-"

Gale felt something in the back of his mind snap, like a twig in a silent forest.  Fury welled up in him, swift and sharp.  "Favored?" he snarled.  "Is that what you call it when you left me to suffer a year for my folly with the Orb, beliving myself a danger to any living being?"  Heat was racing over his entire body, and Gale leaned into it, and watched Mystra's eyes widen.  "Chosen by the Weave, when you stripped me of all that I had gained, all that I had struggled to learn at your side, you took it from me." 

Mystra's eyes narrowed.  "You had a lesson to learn." 

He would have believed those words, once.  But Astarion's hand slipped into his, and he felt the reassuring cool of his skin and inhaled slow and sharp, meeting her eyes, deadly calm descending over him.  "And then," he continued, as though the goddess in front of him had never spoken.  "Then you told me to sacrifice myself for your forgiveness.  That it was the only way I could save the world, and earn your forgiveness." 

Mystra's lips thinned.  "You were quick to disobey the order, even though it would have saved hundreds of lives." 

Gale released Astarion's fingertips with a squeeze and took a step toward Mystra.  Power, Weave, untethered to Mystra, was flooding into him, growing stronger by the second.  He could feel it, gathering in his veins, racing up the scar from the orb, settling at last into his eyes.  He could not defeat a goddess, nor would he try, but he would stand up for himself.  He had encouraged Astarion to do so, again and again, and had ignored the pointed probes that he needed to do the same. 

"Quick," Gale scoffed, his voice echoing with sommatic power.  It was still growing, heavier and heavier into his veins, but with a settling sense of RIGHTNESS that had been missing for the months since they had left Baldur's Gate.  "It took weeks for my friends to convince me not to sacrifice my life.  They insisted, again and again, that there would be another option.  That we would find another way."  He pointed at Astarion behind him.  "Were it not for his care, his anger on my behalf, along with the others, perhaps I would have followed that order."  Purple fire, Weave, was growing around his fingers as he stared down the growing distaste on Mystra's face. 

"I am not yours," Gale stated.  "I do not belong to you, or the Weave.  Only to myself.  And I choose to give myself to him."  He gestured to Astarion.  "You will never change that." 

Mystra bared her teeth.  "Sorcerous abomination.  The Netherese orb has tainted you." 

Gale laughed, his chest heavy with the power that seemed to be settling deeper and deeper into him, eager to leap to his fingertips in a single instant.  "Perhaps it has.  I don't care."  Another step forward, the air rippling around him with heat.  "I have refused you, Mystra.  Now leave." 

"He will never be enough for you," Mystra taunted.  "You will chase this new power, until you end up precisely where you did before, pleading for my mercy."  She paused dramatically.  "When you come, begging at my feet, I shall refuse you, and take the utmost joy in your pain."

With a flourish of purple Weave, Mystra was gone, and Gale was left with nothing but his fury, standing in a thoroughfare with people rapidly turning terrified eyes toward him.  He inhaled deeply, sharply, but the power in him was still roiling, demanding to be used. 

Astarion stepped forward, glad when Gale's arm slipped immediately around his waist, leaning in to kiss the heated, glowing skin of his chest.  "Darling, please calm down."

The entreaty was enough to draw a semblance of control back, and Gale cast Dimension Door, sending himself as far as he could, from the crowds and into an abandoned warehouse.  The Weave was still cackling on his skin, a living thing, eager to be set loose on whoever would dare displease him again.  It took several dozen deep breaths and Astarion stepping through the doorway for him to have most of it under control, flickers of purple flame still dancing around his fingertips. 

"Well," Astarion said with a huff, his hands on his hips.  "That was certainly more eventful of an evening than I had planned."  He stepped closer, his voice softening a fraction.  "Are you all right, Gale?" 

The use of his name, and Astarion's gentle touch to his arm had the last of the flames sputtering out and Gale sagged in relief, nearly stumbling as the weight was at last gone.  In another instant, he was wrapped in Astarion's arms, held tight and close.  He trembled, and reached out to tangle his fingers in the beautiful shimmering shirt Astarion had selected for the evening.  Another few deep breaths and he felt steady enough to tug himself upright once more a shiver racing over his skin. 

"I will be." And he would be.  Eventually.  After, perhaps, he explained that his suspicions had been confirmed.  Mystra's hissed insult had been the final confirmation that he needed.  Gale pressed his forehead against Astarion's shoulder, taking comfort in how close his lover continued to stand.  "I am all right," he clarified, after the silence had stretched out, almost too long. 

Astarion snorted.  "Try again."

"Right," Gale huffed, pushing his fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his face.  It'd come undone from its tie and who knew where that had gone to.  He lifted his eyes to meet Astarion's and gave a wry smile.  "I received word from Elminster earlier today that Mystra had expressed intentions of having me as her Chosen once more.  That was the other reason for my poor mood."

"More the fool her for realizing too late what she lost," Astarion said, a fang poking out as he smirked.  "However, while I am relieved you do not seem to be falling apart after having a confrontation with your rather beastly ex, that was not what I'm referring to." 

Gale looked down at his arms and the faint hint of purple still gathering around his fingertips.  "Ah.  That." 

"That," Astarion agreed.  "Far be it from me to question the strength of your control, darling, but that was something I've never seen you do before." 

Gale closed his eyes and huffed.  "Wizards learn to control the Weave through training, when they show the gift of being able to touch and manipulate it."

Astarion blinked, confused.  "Yes?"

"Warlocks have a patron who assists or blesses them, giving them control over it in some fashion.  It is a different type of touch, but fundamentally - they learn to control and manipulate it through practice," Gale continued.  He looked down at his hand and his fingertips. 

"Yes, I have met Wyll and threatened to chop off Mizora's pretty little head more than once.  Your point, darling?"

Gale licked his lips and cleared his throat.  "Sorcerers are different."  Astarion went still across from him.  "Any number of thousands of different things can create a sorcerer.  There's no true known method, though it can be passed down by blood.  But being fae touched, or touched by other magical artifacts is a very documented method of becoming a sorcerer." 

Astarion hummed and crossed his arms over his chest.  "You are a Wizard." 

"I am TRAINED as a Wizard," Gale corrected.  "And therein is the fundamental difference.  Wizards pull the Weave from around them and manipulate it.  They do not generate it themselves.  Sorcerers?  It comes from within them." 

When Astarion said nothing, only continued to watch him, Gale sighed and looked at the door of the abandoned warehouse.  He wanted to be home having this conversation, but it was best to get all of it out now.  "I didn't notice anything was different, until this last round of working on your ring." 

Astarion blinked, lifting his hand to look at the ring that kept him protected from the sun.  "My ring?"

Gale nodded and felt his cheeks heat before he sighed.  "It is not... uncommon, for emotion, along with Weave to be poured into something magical, especially between lovers.  I thought that's what was happening at the time.  I didn't question it, initially.  I assumed the emotion had made it stronger, had made the magic almost, but not quite permanent." 

Astarion pressed the hand with the ring to his chest, swaying closer to Gale.  "But?"

"But it wasn't," Gale finished.  "Which was confirmed by Mystra today when she called me an abomination.  In her eyes, I have no doubt that I am."  He looked down at his fingertips and remembered the bright purple flames that had spawned over them.  "It is a bit of a novelty to know that my emotions control the magic in me now to such a degree.  I wouldn't have expected that."

"But it's not hurting you," Astarion said, reaching out to touch his arm with one hand, the other going to the scar of the orb.  "It's not hurting you," he repeated, meeting Gale's eyes. 

Gale wrapped an arm around Astarion's waist and leaned in to press their foreheads together.  "It's not hurting me.  I need training, and help, but it isn't hurting me."  He felt Astarion sag in relief and pulled him in closer, taking his turn to cradle the vampire against his chest.  "I have a great many worries about suddenly having a different source of magic and learning it, but that has more to do with doing things like not burning dinner." 

Astarion snorted and pressed his nose against Gale's throat, listening to the steady beat of his pulse.  Now that he was looking for it, he could hear the pulse of the magic within Gale beating, just a fraction slower than his heart, running through him.  "You would be concerned with food, of course." 

"Of course," Gale agreed, rubbing his hand along Astarion's lower back, far away from his scars, feeling him melt.  "Now, while I am quite sorry for running our outing, as you look stunning, would you object to spending the rest of the night in the Tower?" 

"I suppose I can forgive you for ruining the outing, just this once."  Smiling against Gale's neck, Astarion gave the warm skin a small nip, dragging his teeth against the familiar fading scar that had been a vibrant purple only a few minutes earlier.  "How far are we from home?"

Gale whistled briefly under his breath, considering where they had been, before he summoned another Dimension Door.  "Three doors and we're home." 

"Perfect," Astarion sighed, taking Gale's hand as they began to walk.  "I'll have to speak with your mother and Tara about how to make sure you don't go on a research binge."  When Gale blanched and glanced at him worriedly, Astarion bit down a smile.  "Don't deny it, I can already see you planning your trip to Sorcerous Sundries." 

Gale gave a sheepish smile.  "I thought we could both go.  Visit Tav, and Dammon?  Perhaps even get a message to Wyll and Karlach to see if they could join us for a few days." 

Astarion lit up and grinned.  "Oh, do tell me I get to see all their faces when you tell them that you are a Wizard-no-more!"

"I'm still a Wizard!" Gale protested.  "I'm not letting you wipe away more than a decade of schooling just because of a minor-"

"Minor?" Astarion challenged, raising his voice with a laugh.  "We'll see what your mother has to say about that." 

Gale sighed as Astarion led him through the next Dimension Door.  "This is payback for ruining the outing, isn't it?"

Astarion lifted his nose in the air and sniffed, pointedly.  "I would never." 

Gale grinned and leaned in, pressing a kiss to the curve of Astarion's ear, just to watch him shiver, his mouth falling open a fraction.  "Liar," he teased lovingly, even as Astarion pulled him through the final doorway and shoved him through the front door of his Tower.  He did love it when Astarion decided to manhandle him.

Someone imagine what prompted this scenario for me I just wanted an excuse to draw angry glowy Gale

[crowley-the-1-true-king-of-hell]

Screaming with excitement right now

Crowley in season 8x07 was willing to knife fight Castiel. That was when he assumed Cas’ was too weak to use the full smite of his angel powers

I love it, because Crowley does not underestimate Cas in anyway. Crowley has always had a healthy appreciation for Cas’ abilities, so Crowley is more than aware of how BAMF Cas is at knife to knife fighting. Yet Crowley believed he had a chance, which shows that Crowley is pretty BAMF himself

I won’t lie, I think Cas would win in a “fight until one is knocked out” type situation. Cas is millions of years old and a soldier, it is highly unlikely Crowley would be better than him, and I just “yeah sure lol” whenever Dean is made to be more skilled than Cas? like what are the directors smoking? Dean is skilled but he doesn’t have millions of years of experience. Or if Cas only began fighting when humans were created, then thousands of years

But do I think Crowley could have put up a good enough fight, with his cunning, to stun Cas for just long enough to teleport away with Kevin and the tablet?

The answer is yes. It takes 7 milliseconds to snap your fingers. He needs to use cunning long enough to have that 7 milliseconds. Don’t get me wrong Cas would absolutely kick Crowley’s arse in any fight, even a non power fight where it’s just melee vs melee but I do think Crowley has enough skill to buy himself 7 milliseconds and that is an incredible feat, because Cas has way more experience even if he didn’t have powers, which he did

So why didn’t Crowley teleport with Kevin and the tablet while Cas was doing his light show? We know from 7x23 that Crowley doesn’t need to touch an item or people to teleport them

The answer I believe is this:

originally Crowley thought Cas didn’t have enough powers. The light show made him think okay maybe I was wrong. Originally he thought he just needed to stun Cas long enough to get him, the tablet and Kevin out and Cas wouldn’t be able to follow because he wasn’t in good shape

Cas was able to bluff well enough to make Crowley believe he was fine and if we remember from 5x10 Cas can follow Crowley’s teleportation energy like how he followed Crowley to his house, even though Crowley teleported before him 

So if you already know the angel can follow your teleportation signature, and you guess that they still have some power left in them to follow you, what would be the point? Fold your cards and try again. You can risk teleporting away, but if the angel follows you they might not give you an advantage of warning you with a light show next time

[doodlegirl1998]

Ok lets talk about Izu's costume design. Have you noticed how it looks....less, for lack of better word, than the others heroes/students? (Yes. Mei did an upgrade for him cool of her) but it is strange bc we never got an explanation for that.

Like did the entire class A1 is fashion geniuses.

Did they had money to buy cool designs? Even Ochako who is ...well, poor?

(It makes me think if Izu knows about the hero world...which if he doesnt...it is really strange for a boy who wanted to be a hero so badly)

And then Shig...had hands who is to retraumatized him(did he always knew he was Tenko Shimur? Hori admitted he didnt have a backstory for Shig)

Hi @mikeellee 👋

Hmmm. I guess that's a matter of opinion it could be argued that Jirou's costume is also pretty understated as is Kaminari's.

But Izuku, unlike those two, is a main character - I'm expecting something grand, flashy and BAMF for him and yet his costume isn't that even though his power lends itself to that. It's weird to me that despite Izuku being labelled as imaginative, being a hero nerd that he didn't come up with something MORE.

Similarly Shoto, he is a deuroragonist, his power is Fire AND Ice that could make a BAMF hero costume / design as well as a BAMF hero name (I've always liked Entropy for him) yet his hero costume is both dull yet practical...

Yet Bakugou, for all his flaws and truly terrible hero name (what kind of hero labels themselves as a murder God?), his aesthetics are pretty cool and it's obvious that Hori put thought into his design. Seemingly more than both Izuku and Shoto's - which is sad.

With the girls, they are there essentially to be pretty to draw in the teen boys (since this is a shonen) no wonder, Ochaco gets a 'pretty' costume despite being canonically poor. (I wonder if UA has a fund to support poorer students - most schools in my country do.)

As for your next point - Shiggy. I had believed it was established that he had repressed a lot of his origins out of trauma, only really remembering/knowing that he killed his family and (thanks to AFO's bullcrap) thinking he liked it.

[childotkw]

What is Bellatrix reaction when Regulus gets Voldemort attention in Lone Wolf Dies and/or in All your secrets? My guess is jealousy but there could also potentially be a bit of pride? Regardless I can’t wait to see bamf regulus in both these aus

Ooohh, good question!

So, I personally prefer to write Bellatrix as 'devoted but not romantically in love' with Voldemort. I like to see her as a zealous, dedicated follower that, yes, worships Voldemort but that only has eyes for Rodolphus.

The Lone Wolf Dies (But The Pack Survives)

She's definitely not pleased when Regulus swoops in and gets Voldemort's attention in this one. Bellatrix sees Regulus as a traitor because he attempted to kill Voldemort, turned his back on the Death Eaters, and has gone above and beyond to protect her Lord's sworn enemy. But her misgivings aren't from a jealous lover. She just doesn't think Regulus is worthy of Voldemort's attention / affection. She hates that he betrayed them, and yet he's basically untouchable because Voldemort finds him interesting and forbids them from killing him.

There's a bit more bitterness here as well, because while Bellatrix isn't in love with Voldemort, she has built a large part of her identity around being the most loyal Black and being his favourite. Having her younger, 'softer' and, in her eyes, weaker cousin supplant her is a very difficult pill for her to swallow. She wants to prove that Regulus isn't good enough to hold Voldemort's attention, if only to soothe her wounded pride.

all your secrets (all my lies)

This one is a bit more complicated (but complicated is better in my eyes 😉)

For the first bit, Regulus is very much acting in the shadows. He's shoring up his resources and defences, getting all his ducks in a row, etc., and to give himself time he's putting on an act. People expect him to be a weak-willed child ripe for manipulating, so he presents himself as that.

Bellatrix is (probably) going to be sent in to 'soften him up' for Voldemort. She's there to sow the seeds and get the new Lord Black on their side, pretending to be a sympathetic ear and supportive older cousin all the while dragging him deeper into Voldemort's orbit. They'll have some really interesting scenes together, and there will be genuine affection between them.

But once he's ready to move, Regulus will turn cold. He'll quickly gain Voldemort's interest as an opponent rather than a pawn, and this is where Bellatrix's relationship with him will change as well. She's loyal to Voldemort, but there will be a part of her that will still care for Regulus. She finds his newfound confidence and darkness intriguing, and in some ways she'll even be proud of him for finally coming into his own.

Bellatrix will also be somewhat wary of Regulus - which is a big departure from their usual relationship. She knows he's a skilled actor now, and that he's got no issue with manipulating everyone around him. Some of the shit he does in this story will also catch her by surprise - mainly because she never would have thought him capable of it.

She actually understands why Voldemort is so interested in him in this story, and that goes a long way to curbing any jealousy or bitterness.