#remember the times when heroes had cool skills

[aboutafox]

If I read another story about a hero who solves the problems of the universe with the magic of storytelling, I’m gonna cut someone up. Or not continue reading. Whatever seems more sensible when the situation arises.

[limethefirst]

Could I request a platonic Wolverine x Innocent Reader x Deadpool where the reader is a superhero and the two want to take care of them and shows them the ropes but argue about how to do it?

No pressure or rush, hope you’re having a wonderful day/night!

-W.P 💚

Hero in training

pairings: Wolverine x reader x Deadpool (platonic)

warnings: violence, swearing

summary: Wade and Logan don’t see eye to eye when it comes to training methods

a/n: thank you for requesting! I wasn’t super sure in what way you wanted reader to be innocent so please forgive me if this isn’t to your best liking, also I’m gonna start working on part 3 of void runners soon so keep an eye out!🫢

No one ever said being a superhero was easy, but it especially wasn’t easy when you were being trained by both the Wolverine and Deadpool. The two people who hardly ever got along.

You watched as Wade and Logan stood in front of you, Logan wearing casual training clothes and Wade in his normal red suit. Wade looked excited, he was ready to show you his ways but Logan had another approach in mind.

“Alright kid, first we need to learn to control your powers, from there we can begin with some drills, slowly moving up to advanced drills then work more on strength training” Logan started, his plan was to train your powers and then learn some moves with them, hoping it would help you in the self defense aspect of crime fighting.

This was something Wade didn’t find appealing, “Woah back the fuck up now Peanut” Logan glared at the man, before Wade continued, “Remember we’re both training them, and I say we need some more fun in this training, maybe learn some cool flashy moves, or we can start off this party with a dance off!”

“A dance off?” You looked at Wade, a bit confused on his method of teaching but not entirely against it.

Logan on the other hand didn’t appreciate the comment, “This isn’t some type of circus act, this is real life Wade, we need to have some type of approach or we won’t make progress, and all that will happen is they get injured out there,” you looked between the two men, wishing someone else had trained you instead.

“Well why don’t we just see what our little sugar plum fairy thinks,” Wade then turned back over to you and booped your nose, “Okay kiddo, do you wanna have a fun training with Papa Wade!! Or do you want to be all bored and tired with meanie Wolverine!” Wade asked you, his voice sounded like he was talking to a little baby.

You looked at both men, unsure of what to say, not wanting to upset the other. Then the idea came to mind, “Can’t we try both methods? Maybe a combination?”

“Fuck no, that idiots ‘method’ is going to get you hurt,” Logan quickly replied, this caused Wade to go over to you and grab your head in his arms.

He began to pet your head and started cooing, “Do I look like I’d ever let anything harm them?”

You stood there as Wade held your head tight, a sigh escaping your lips, “Please Logan, I know its unconventional but I really think it’ll work!” You started to plead with the man.

Wade slowly let go, a hand still on your head, while Logan stood there, unsure if this was the right choice, but he knew how persistent Wade was.

Logan caved, “Fine but if there isn’t any progress, only I’ll train you, got it kid?”

You have him a smile and a thumbs up, Wade just went up to Logan and clung to his arm, “Awe you’re such a softy aren’t you my little firecracker!”

Logan quickly let his claws out and stabbed him in the stomach, already regretting his decision.

Over the course of the next few weeks, you continued your combination training, Logan taught you defensive skills as well as offensive, he also showed you a lot of strategies that would protect you when the time came, while Wade showed you the flair of being a hero, without having to kill as he knew that wasn’t the type of hero you wanted to be, even though every once and a while he’d try to persuade you.

Even though you’d decided to do the combination training, both men still argued all the time.

“Why the hell are you telling them to jump through the sky light when you want to sneak attack a criminal?” Logan’s finger pushed into Wade’s chest, irritated that he’d tell you to do something so dumb and risky.

“Because they need to look awesome while saving the day, oh don’t forget the funny joke once the bad guy sees you, alright my sugar cane,” Wade looked over to you and you gave him a happy smile with a thumbs up, knowing you probably weren’t gonna do that but it was nice to make him feel good before he and Logan fight again over how that isn’t an ethical way of fighting crime.

You decided it was best to leave before they started to get at it again, you knew that tomorrow they’d go back to helping you anyway. So maybe it was better to let them get it out of their systems every one and a while.

[alyakthedorklord]

Omg literally it would be SO cool if you wrote the rest of the playboy bruce trying to kiss the justice league without them realizing it (I know you said figure it out but the way you wrote it was so good and funn I would love it if you gave maybe a couple of scenarios)

Lmao honestly executive dysfunction is kicking my ASS rn and it was intended as a prompt. I will try tho, definitely taking inspiration from the others who responded to the post because I love them.

If you haven’t, go check out the notes on the OG Post above! @britcision, @ivywing, and @help-i-need-a-cool-username all had amazing additions and @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego wrote a fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48325771

As did @scrapcheck, still in progress

And Devilhorn!

Anyways LONG post under the cut

Hal Jordan

Hal is first to prove a POINT, as @britcision decided. Also because the bastard made it waaaay too easy. Remember- Hal was Joking. He genuinely thinks Batman isn’t going to try, because he’s way too straight-laced boring.

So when he’s at a bar in Coast City, and he sees this absolutely ravishing man lounging casually against the wall, bar lighting making him practically glow (he CALCULATED that) subtle makeup making his bright blue eyes pop as he looks Hal up and down… Well. Hal makes the first move.

Hal: “All on your own, handsome?”

Bruce, with “Mastermind” by Taylor Swift playing in his head, smiling sweetly at Hal: “Care to change that?”

They start talking. Hal doesn’t recognize Bruce Wayne at ALL (canonically he does not know who Bruce Wayne is, a point brought up by @help-i-need-a-cool-username) so all he knows is Bruce is a single father who works at a company he inherited from his parents, which is just (brucie voice) “so much less interesting than a test pilot!”

Bruce, grimacing internally but wrapped around Hal’s arm with the awed and interested eyes in full effect: “you have such a nice voice, tell me more about planes…”

He KNOWS what a fuselage is, thank you, Jordan. Whatever. He gets to gush about his kids, when its his turn to talk, good enough tradeoff. He can survive Hal Jordan’s bad pick up lines and pretend he’s into them. At a certain point Bruce breaks and kisses him just to shut him up. One down.

Diana Prince

I looked it up- kissing in Ancient Greece wasn’t always considered romantic, but also a greeting between two similarly-ranked people. Therefore, I think Diana would be pretty chill with kissing and honestly an easy target at a gala if Bruce plays respectful/clumsy/earnest himbo starstruck with the tall pretty woman, just a peck would make him the happiest man alive. But I wanna go a little more in depth.

Now, I’ve seen Flash and Martian Manhunter save Bruce and/or his kids and Bruce lays one on them, but honestly I think it would work well with Diana too, because she loves kids. Dick and/or Jason (whichever you want to imagine, I want them to team up screw canon) are WAY to excited for this, they’ve got a little script and everything.

WonderWoman, a kid in each arm, delivering them back to their tearful guardian: “Here we are, Mr. Wayne. Whole and healthy.”

Dick, playing into his role eagerly: “Oh my gosh, Bruce! Bruce we got saved by a princess! It’s like a fairytale! Except, you know, the princess is the hero this time, which is so freaking cool!”

Bruce, tears of gratitude rolling down his face (and he knows how to still look perfect while crying, its a skill): “I’m just glad the two of you are safe, Chum.”

Jason, big baby blues in full effect, absolutely asked Wonder Woman to be his mom earlier (to set groundwork, no other reason): “You know, usually the princess and the hero gets a kiss at the end of a fairytale, Bruce. But this princess is both. So how will she get a reward?”

Still choked up with relieved tears and now laughter, Bruce looks up at Diana and smiles: “Well, if the Princess wants a reward… then I would be a fool to refuse.”

Bruce kisses her on the lips, Dick and Jason both kiss her cheeks, Diana leaves charmed and amused by the sweet family. Such a good father, humoring his children and thier little fascination with her, so very respectful…

Two down.

J’ohn Jones

Okay, martians are telepathic. So this goes one of two ways, at some sort of charity or something-

Option 1, Batman is a realist: the charity event is a masquerade, and he wanders over to where MM is while thinking “it would be so funny, give me this.” As loudly as he can. And Martian Manhunter, who appreciates the audacity, gives him a kiss. (I don’t like this one because it technically breaks the rules of the bet, bc MM knows it’s Batman, but eh)

Option 2, Batman is a different breed: he manages to up the ante with his Himbo Persona. Creating a “slippery void” mental facade that blocks of his real thoughts and makes him read as really just that stupid. This would require functioning with two trains of thought at once, and making sure that the Martian can only read the surface level, “oh, this one is pretty” “I really wouldn’t mind kissing him” and other such decoy thoughts, instead of “target is approaching, signs of interest present despite this not being his natural form-“

Bruce also researches and copies Martian courting styles and copies them “by chance,” catching MM’s attention. (He offers him Oreos)

Martian Manhunter: “this man… he is so empty headed and yet clearly kind and willing. I would not take him for a life partner, but for some simple fun as he seems to desire…”

(Edit: Maybe, if B is confident enough, he lets through his loneliness. Missing his parents, wanting affection, an ache so strong it’s like a physical wound. J’onn feels the same ache for his lost family, and decides to try this human’s strategy to fill that void. Either way…)

Batman 3, League 0

Barry Allen

I’m strangely blank when it comes to the Flash let me just spitball and let it snowball

As I said above, people have had him save Bruce, had Bruce seduce him at his workplace while taking a tour, I even saw @help-i-need-a-cool-username have Dick set up a petition for Bruce to kiss the Flash. (An idea that I personally think would also go really well with Superman lmao.)

Anyways, I think it would be funny for Bruce to take it slow with Barry. For the irony of it all. Because Batman is doing this to prove a POINT. So he’s in central city, spots Barry coming his way, and “accidentally” slips right into his arms. Ooh, or covered in coffee, like a wealth disparity drama base script, and Barry’s like “omg i am so sorry let me pay you back.” And bruce is all “this shirt costs (stupid amount of money)”

Barry: (fear)

Bruce, rolling with it rn: “yes, it is horrendous, isn’t it? Hows this- I’m in central city for a day. You can pay me back by showing me around?”

He then proceeds to string barry along on an honest to god DATE for shits and giggles. They go clothes shopping, they go to restaurants, Bruce pays for a big meal bc this is after a fight or something and Barry got hurt, his speedster comrade needs to EAT, damnit.

After all this, he gives a cheeky smile and lightly smooches Barry. “Thanks for the fun day, Mr. Allen.”

Barry, bright red and goo brained: “hah- mmhmm. Yeah…”

Batman 4, League 0

Oliver Queen

This one… Oliver is on guard. He’s twitchy and suspicious, turning down men flirting with him, people are starting to notice. But Bruce? Bruce just walks up at a party while “tipsy” and lays one on him. Straight up. He wants to show just how EASY it is. Because Oliver doesn't even register it. He just laughs and goes: “Hey Brucie! Miss me?”

Batman 5, League 0

Dinah Lance

Of course, immediately after above, he turns and pouts at canary.

Bruce: “Dinah darling, you are a saint, I don’t know how you put up with the mess he’s got on his face. He was so much nicer to kiss when we were in (fancy private school name drop) together and didn’t have all this nonsense.”

Dinah, laughing at Ollie’s offended noises: “Oh, I don’t mind it. He’s a good kisser.”

Bruce: “Of course he is, I taught him. Care to compare?”

Dinah: “Don’t mind if I do.”

Batman 6, league 0

Clark Kent

For Clark, Bruce is originally talking to Lois before he turns his eyes on a quiet Clark and croons: “So, Miss Lane, does this lovely specimen have his own questions, or is he arm candy? And if he’s the latter, can I either tempt him off you, or secure an invitation?”

Lois, an excellent friend who will absolutely set Clark up with the hottest bachelor in Gotham: “Well, Mister Wayne, I’ve got all I need. Clark, take a page from my book and honeytrap a good quote out of him, hm?”

With an obnoxious wink, she pats a spluttering Clark on the shoulder, and leaves him with a very smug Batman.

(Bonus Superbat- Clark and Bruce’s conversation is going REALLY WELL and to the point where both of them seem on board with more than a heavy makeout when Bruce puts a hand on Clarks chest.

Bruce: “Stop.”

Clark, freezing immediately: “I’m sorry, did I go too far-?”

Bruce: “No, no. I think I might be though. See, I have all of you now, and I’ve won the bet.”

Clark: “What are you- oh. Oh- HUH?”

Cue sudden and shocked revelation, Clark’s mind going a hundred miles an hour, and then skidding to a stop on- he only did this for the bet. He’s not really interested. He stopped because I went too far-

Bruce: “You only consented to a kiss without knowing my identity. Right now, I’d like to do more, if you’d let me.”

Clark has the dial-up tone ringing in his ears, he has no idea whats going on anymore, the hot billionaire and his reclusive teammate aren’t quite slotting into place, because he wants both but rhey’re so different but they’re the same but-

“Yes.”

Lois doesn’t get Clark back that night and she is delighted.)

Anyways, final results:

Batman: 7

League: 0

Reveal:

Batman talking shit about their secret identities again, Green Lantern is scoffing about it again, says something along the lines of: “You still think you’re sooooo great, huh? Hows the bet going, spooky?” Fully expecting Batman to get huffy with him.

Instead, Batman smirks.

He leans in

And purrs: “So you didn’t notice?”

The League freezes. The implications are dangling over their head. Did he… did he really?

Green Lantern, absolutely terrified: “No. no, there’s no way…”

Batman: “Oh, there absolutely was a way. I’d say you were a good kisser, but honestly? I think it might have been the euphoria of getting you to shut up.”

He turns on the rest of the league, still smirking. “I have kissed every single person who consented at least once in the time since the bet was made. Two of you with tongue. And no one has called me out on it. Now that you know it’s happened, you should be able to figure me out, so whoever can tell me my real name first, wont get thier story used as an example in the brand new “how to avoid honeypots” seminar.”

(If bonus superbat, B shoots Superman a Look and goes “except for you, superman, because I told you my name.” Which just ends up distracting everyone else until they get THAT story)

Diana wins bc she matched up the boys to the robins. Everyone else gets their stories told in excruciating detail. Batman rates them by kissing ability and how obvious he was on his approach. Oliver gets docked points for “texture.” Dinah gets docked points because “i griped about the exact same thing in and out of costume, how did you not notice-“

(Different reveal below)

@chaos-n-kindness @she-went-that-way @geekonaleash @redh00dsbf @howabouticallyou

[darth-kote]

Echo Headcanons Pt. 1

Is such a sucker for any type of praise. Of course, all the clones love to hear they're doing well, but for Echo, it's almost a spiritual experience when his actions are highlighted and he gets the spotlight for a second. Even before Skako Minor, he loved hearing positive feedback from those willing to give it. Meeting Rex was like meeting a hero from a kid's story and hearing him say Echo could hold his own was exhilarating. He also remembers making ARC and all the celebrating he and Fives had done afterward. "I knew we'd do it. Thanks for never giving up on me, Ech." The eye-roll he'd given in response couldn't be helped.

After all the torture and isolation, he's much more reluctant to accept, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't make his heart's pace pick up. To this day, he can't help but turn a bit pink when Rex hits him with a "good job" or a particularly knowing look. It makes him feel so proud when he hears his ori'vod congratulate his skills and strategic thinking.

Craves physical connection very intensely. He sometimes feels the flames of jealousy lick at his mind when he watches CF99 all climb into a dog pile after their heavy picnics on Pabu. Each of them, even Omega, will curl into one another until Echo is left to sit alone and study their peaceful expressions. He fights the urge to stare, but he's all too aware of his metallic arm and legs. He wants to crawl closer to his siblings and let himself melt into their heartbeats and breathing; at one time, vod piles had been such a comforting way for him to decompress. But metal doesn't quite belong with flesh, and he has a hard time breaking through the barrier and letting himself be held. He sits quietly for a long while as if hit with several stun blasts. (Crosshair, ever aware, is the last to succumb to sleep and the first to notice Echo's rigidity. He likes to prove Echo wrong by resting his head on his brother's cybernetic lap; flesh or metal, they still see him as their vod.)

Okay okay... Echo got his name because he'd constantly repeat strategies or rules back to his brothers during their time as cadets. I think this would eventually be replaced with him mother-henning and nagging at every brother he gets slightly attached to. "Eat your carrots, Wrecker, Maker knows your eye could use it." (Wreck acquiesces with a grumble... When Echo turns his back to practically force-feed Crosshair a piece of broccoli - his jaw is locked shut like an activated bear trap - Wrecker slips the carrots to Batcher. Tech says nothing because the vitamins in the vegetable are beneficial for most biological organisms; he finishes his helping as he watches in silence. Hunter and Omega dutifully eat away, seeming to compete in silence as they make eye contact over the table.)

Tells Omega stories about Fives. He honors his brother as much as possible; he thinks Omega would enjoy hearing about some of her other brothers. He also talks about Hevy and the other dominoes quite a bit, but none as much as Fives... He knows Fives and Omega would have gotten along well and can imagine the passed-on Clone braiding her hair as it grows over the years.

Is similar to Rex in that he wishes to save as many brothers as possible from the clutches of the Empire. He imagines them all slowly trickling onto Pabu and finding lives there. He sometimes gets caught up in this daydream and is only brought back to reality by a cool teardrop slipping down the ridge of his nose.

[dasnercaret]

i had so much fun drawing this guy it's unreal. please observe siffrin from @protectorcraft's fic a bell chimes somewhere!! what a dude. what a lad. what a weirdo (positive)

some more details under the cut! (spoilers for isat and the fic under the cut as well!)

i imagine that since siffrin's creachur form has something to do with wish craft, it wasn't too far-fetched to say that his eye would be colored too, especially given how the sky kid focused on it. however since this isn't his wish to stay with his family, i thought it would be nice to make it a different color... something representing the universe........ Sky Blue It Is

it helps that i am also obsessed with shades of sky blue AND the line from the fic that the sky kid said that it had "everything" in its eyes

i didn't illustrate it, but i think it would be extra cool if creachur siff's eye color changed as per time of day. just because. he's like the eye color version of that one 'do you love the color of the sky' post

i like to imagine that siffrin still has a strange Light in his eyes even when in his human disguise. can't remember if the fic mentions it or not but he has a sky blue highlight in those eyes now in my design. because i can :3

speaking of human disguise, i like to think that even with his transformation he's still not that subtle. mirabelle picks up immediately that he's weird but also that he's friendly and VERY good at survival, and so isn't too bothered by his... quirks. this might end up being canon to the fic honestly but i just wanted to trot out my two cents regardless while i'm here

i'm hoping i managed to communicate some of that off-putting nature in his face! especially his eyes. they're almost unnaturally gray aside from that strange highlight

i originally wanted to make his eyes even weirder but then i thought that being Too Weird would kind of defeat the point, and the point of this is that siffrin kind of has to pass as a normal human which means no glowing pupils, unfortunately. i can totally Give Him Pupils though. gotta get that subtle horror/ creepiness in :3

he gets glowing pupils / tapetum lucidum in the dark though. or when he's angry (see top left). as a treat

didn't draw his in between state (between human and dragon) but i imagine it looks kinda fucked up ! his horn and ears grow, his tail gets longer, teeth get sharper, his whole face sort of. Distorts. in a distinctly uncanny valley way. the blue highlight starts bleeding into his eyes (and his pupils start transforming from round to slit to star-shaped)

continuing, this in-between form in my head is sorta like the dragonkin soldiers from elden ring, just in terms of 'this is a weird hybrid of human and dragon and it just Doesn't Work'. like human, cool, dragon, cool, in between? fucked

siffrin is INSANELY floofy. even with the fact that he hasn't bathed in ages and his floof is all matted and tangled from lack of care he's still crazy soft. i think his fur also has similar insulating properties to his cloak so he never overheats or gets too cold. always the Perfect Temperature

if i were more confident in my skills (and which way this fic is going to end up going) i would have drawn a big hero 6 style moment where everyone is just lying with their face buried in siffrin's fur, like how everyone lays on warm marshmellow baymax.

i originally meant for siffrin to be more cursed and body-horror-y, and then i was looking at the fic descriptions for him (as of chapter 7, so there may be more detail later that i didn't get to see as of writing this) and was like 'wait... he kind of looks like the dragons from BOTW doesn't he' and then the inherent majesty kind of. just. Happened.

i like the fact that he looks kind of majestic though! i think it's a good representation of siffrin's terrible body image issues in this fic where honestly he looks awesome but he just doesn't realize it because, hello negative self-worth

didn't color the last doodles of human siff at the top left. apologies. i got sleeby

in another life mirabelle rides his dragon form into battle and it is exactly as awesome as it looks like it would be

kind of shoehorned my own oc into here as well but i SWEAR aleph is so absurdly similar to this design it's actually kind of hilarious. if i had a nickel for the number of space dragon designs i've made i'd have two, which isn't a lot but

and the full page of doodles! just cause

[gothamite-rambler]

Harvey Dent helping the good guys to spite Joker

Harvey walked through Gotham, observing the chaos as Joker's goons terrorized the streets. He flipped his coin while humming to himself until he spotted a familiar figure.

Harvey (muttering): There’s that kid again. Well, man… but I knew him when he was a kid. I should help him out instead of letting Joker win. I hate the Joker... but I’m not a hero. Hm.

He glanced at the novelty coin, a memento from the times he remembered Jason hanging around when he was the more lucid Harvey Dent. He flipped it into the air, caught it, and shoved it into his pocket.

Harvey (walking over to Red Hood): Hey, guy!

Red Hood turned around, intentionally shooting a man in the foot.

Red Hood (casually): Um, yeah? What’s up, Harvey or Two-Face?

Harvey (grinning): You can call me either. I see you’re out here fighting goons and shooting them.

Red Hood (shooting a man running at him with a bat): Yeah, that’s how I usually fight… Most times when I don’t feel like fighting.

Harvey chuckled, nodding in agreement.

Harvey: I get that. I respect that.

Red Hood (taken aback): You respect that?

Harvey nodded and carefully raised his hands.

Harvey (calmly): Thing is, I hate the Joker and these creeps way more than I hate Batman and his team. Well, except for you. I respect the hustle and the methods you use to deal with other criminals.

Red Hood shrugged, feeling a bit vulnerable. The red helmet concealed the emotions of a man wrestling with his massive daddy and chaos issues. He had to stay strong and look cool.

Harvey (offering genuinely): Mind if I help you out? I’ve got a gun and a switchblade I took with me when I escaped Arkham.

Red Hood (surprised): You’d do that for m—us?

Harvey (calm tone): I want to. It’s a classic “enemy of my enemy is my friend” situation. If you want to arrest me afterward, I’ll understand. The goody version of me will return once I’m locked up, and I just want to have a little fun tonight.

Red Hood (grinning): Fuck yeah! That’s what I’m talking about! Sorry for cursing, I’m just pumped up!

Harvey chuckled, waving his hand dismissively.

Harvey: You’re good, kid. All right, let’s start this. I’m actually going to practice my old karate skills on these crazies. I learned about pressure points that makes a man feel like their dying. You're going to love seeing that.

Red Hood (admiringly): You are an inspiration to me right now.

Batman (eavesdropping on the comms): Oh, come on!

Harvey (smirking, sincere tone): Thanks, Red Hood. That means a lot coming from you.

Red Hood smiled back, then cocked his gun. Together, they steeled themselves to take on Joker’s goons, while Batman tackled his own set of enemies on the other side of Gotham.

Batman (frustrated): Why am I competing with Two-Face for my son?!

He kicked one of the goons to the ground, storming off in annoyance, while Catwoman and Red Robin stifled their laughter as they continued to fight other goons.

[synergysilhouette]

"Batman: Caped Crusader" review

Binge-watched this show, and I wanted to be one of many people to share my thoughts on this--plus I was spurred on by getting a wish of mine granted from the show. Make sure to check out the show if you can!

The animation is beautiful--I know this is a weird comparison, but soemthing about the animation reminds me of 2010s Scooby Doo animated films, and I kind of adore that.

The voice acting was...fine--I can't tell if it was poor performances or poor direction; Hamish's Bruce Wayne sounds too raspy/rugged some of the time, like he's still playing Batman, and many of the other actors felt like they were just reading lines rather than performing lines, not enough emotion. IDK if they're more used to live-action work, but voice-acting is a different ballgame, since your voice is all you have to convey the character. A lot of performances fell flat for me, but it wasn't 100% unbearable, just underwhelming. I have some people I'd recommend instead (both familiar to the role and otherwise), but I don't wanna start anything.

LOVED Harley (but not her costume)--Jamie Chung had one of the better performances in the group, and I really LOVED the angle they did for Harley; I feel like the media often flanderizes her as the goofy crazy chick, so seeing her actually utilize her psychology skills (like I've been asking for!) is so satisfying. That said, the outfit has GOT TO GO. Gold and black is gorgeous, but it ples in comparison to her black and red look. And a weird nit-pick; when I first saw the stills, I was under the impression she was wearing a carnival-esque mask rather than face paint, and I find that idea a lot creepier. I wish we'd gotten more of Harley's antics--and even seeing her get close to Bruce in the way she did with Barbara and Renee--before revealing her as a big bad to the public. And I appreciate that she isn't 100% evil; she is doing what she believes is a noble cause, just doing it in an illegal and unethical way. I needed a backstory!

Not enough Batman--Maybe it's just me, but it definitely felt like there were some episodes where Bruce and Batman were supporting characters and more focus was on the GCPD. While I don't mind it too much, I enjoy superhero shows for the superheroes, not the heroes; this is why I had a love/hate relationship with "Gotham."

Batman (and Bruce) isn't quite likeable enough--In earlier incarnations, Batman was more kind and caring before becoming more emotionally closed off with time, but here he's that way from the get-go. Not to mention that Bruce Wayne puts on a facade around everyone, even people he trusts (he probably did that anyway; I can't remember), and his session with Harleen really frustrated me because I don't expect his walls to come down immediately, I don't expect them to be this high this early. I wanted him to be a bit warmer and transparent, rather than curt and cold like he's usually seen in the show. I feel like this is an issue often seen in comics, too; people prioritize Batman's "coolness" and thus push his feelings to the wayside.

Using underrated and familiar villains--I'm sure the real experts are gonna chew me out for this one, but as someone who got into comics in the 2010s and didn't catch up on the acclaimed 90s series, it was fun to see villains I loved and villains I didn't know; one of the best things a popular property can do is use underrated characters, since it helps the show feel original and fresh (thus why "Teen Titans" is so enjoyable; the whole franchise is underrated).

Too modern for the 1940s--I can't put my fingers on it exactly, but the vibes feel too modern; I assume the 1940s was for aesthetics, but since everything else feels updated (from the way people talk to Harley and Renee seemingly being open about their feelings for each other), I don't think it was a wise choice to have it both ways. I see no reason not to have it in modern-day, but I suppose you'd have to get more creative with technology.

Barbara and the Robins--First off, I should've gambled with someone that Jason would be a redhead; I'd have made SO MUCH money. Secondly, I'm not crazy about how all four kids are orphans; If I recall correctly, both Carrie and Stephanie's parents were alive when they joined the Batfamily. In any case, I'm confused on why Barbara is significantly older than them when they're all supposed to be within the same age bracket (I think; someone has told me otherwise since posting this, so I could be wrong). Not to mention, a part of me worries that because of the quartet's young ages and Barbara getting so much screentime as a lawyer, we won't get any of them as Robins or Batgirls unless something drastic happens, and/or we get a time jump.

Overall, I think my biggest gripes are the voice acting and how Batman/Bruce Wayne is written. That said, I enjoyed the show overall. IDK why HBO Max dropped it. Hopefully season 2 will introduce Poison Ivy, Catman, Tim Drake, Ghostmaker, and Gardener, since the finale already showed us a certain someone who IS coming to Gotham.

[in1-nutshell]

Hello! Another request from Beast Wars

Blackarachnia's twin sister and and who ends up dating or in a relationship with Waspinator later on?

Blackarachnia and her twin were the closest twins. They also have similarities like having skills/abilities, spider beast mode, etc. However, they also have differences.

Ex. Blackarachnia is known for being a sultry femme fatale, smart, sly, and dangerous, being a bad girl. while Buddy is kinda sultry-but-moral(?), has a calm/cool demeanor, honest, quick-witted/intuitive, selfless, and compassionate (or kinda like Jessica Rabbit from Who Framed Roger Rabbit movie)

Also Blackarachnia's twin and Waspinator's relationship/dynamic is pretty much like Jessica and Roger Rabbit

Thank you and also remember to take breaks and care for yourself!

I can see that the 'Jessica Rabbit and Roger Rabbit' dynamic is a common one so far.

Not complaining though!

Waspinator deserves all the hugs he can get!

Hope you enjoy!

Blackarachnia's twin sister dating Waspinator

SFW, Familial, Romance, Cybertronain reader

BW

The two were infamously known as the ‘Spider Twins’ amongst the two factions.

There was the first twin, Blackarachnia.

The femme fatale.

The bad girl.

The master manipulator who spins her webs of lies to have the odds in her favor.

The spider who accidentally managed to fall in love with a Maximal.

Then her twin sister, Buddy.

The femme fatale.

The morally grey/ the-only-Predacon-who-seemed-to-have-some-part-of-her-Maximal-code-in-in her.

The spider who was kind and had fallen helm over pedes with a Predacon.

Strange how things worked out.

Blackarachnia and Buddy spying on some of the Maximals from behind a boulder. Buddy smirks a bit seeing her twin’s gaze stay longer on the Maximal who had wormed into her spark.

Buddy: “SO, how is the whole talking with Mr. Hero working out?” Blackarachnia gives her a halfhearted glare: “Please Buddy, I don’t love him or anything. Its just fun to mess with him.” Buddy: “I never said ‘love’.”

Her twin stiffens a bit suddenly noticing her slip.

Blackachnia: “Well, what about you and that pathetic Waspinator? You don’t seem to be hiding that dirty little secret.” Buddy blinks a bit before turning to her: “Wait, do you think I’m hiding that?” Blackarachnia now turning to her: “Of course!” Buddy: “I already confessed.” Meanwhile with the Maximals… Silverbolt: “I think I can hear My Lady!” Rattrap: “You said that last time we were on patrol.” Silverbolt: “I can see her!” Rattrap: “I think you need to get back in the CR chamber pal. This heat is brutal.” Faint sounds of Blackarachnia screeching at Buddy are heard in the background.

Blackarachnia does not know what her twin finds in the weakest Predacon in the faction.

Fully believes that she can do better.

… but with the given, it is going to be hard to weed the best out.

Has given him The Talk multiple times without her sister finding out.

If this is what her twin is going to settle with for now, Blackarachnia is going to make sure that he treats her right.

She quickly finds out his treatment wasn’t going to be an issue.

Buddy is laying down on the berth with Waspinator on top of her. Her servos gently playing with his antennas. Waspinator was just looking at her as if she painted the sky. His servos wrapped around her middle.

Blackarachnia: “This is sickening.” Buddy lets out a yelp of surprise as Waspinator quickly let’s go and points his blaster at the intruder. Blackarachnia is leaning on the door unimpressed. Buddy: “Blackarachnia!” Blackarachnia: “Calm down I just came here for the screws. You two can continue with… whatever that was.” She closes the door. Waspinator huffs putting his blaster away and latches onto Buddy pulling her close. Buddy just giggles a bit before snuggling closer to the bot.

When news got back that Blackarachnia had defected, Buddy knew she shouldn’t have been surprised by this.

She could bet her left pede that Silverbolt had a play in her defecting.

Her betrayal led to many pointed glares and rude comments thrown at her around the Predacon base.

Waspinator now refused to let her out of his sight in fear that Megatron or one of the others doing something to her.

The first few nights without her twin, Buddy spent it in Waspinator’s room crying as he attempted to consol her.

Waspinator was sitting on the berth holding Buddy in his lap.

He could still feel the left-over tears on his shoulders.

Waspinator: “…if Buddy want to go with other spider bot… she can.” Buddy looks up at him in disbelief. Buddy: “What?” Waspinator looks down a bit sad: “You not happy here… happier with her around… Wazpinator help you escape—” Buddy: “No.” Waspinator turn to look surprised: “No? But you sad…” Buddy: “I am NOT going to leave you here by yourself. Where you go, I go. I do miss my twin… but I’d rather stay here with you than go somewhere else without you. Waspinator tries to talk but only choked on buzzes and a sob. Buddy pulls him closer, crying again. Waspinator reciprocates holding her like his life depended on it. Hopefully things would turn up for the best…

[cleabellanov]

Fighting for good, one widow bite at the time: Black Widow's cultural impact

Critics scoff when I call the Black Widow movie a favorite, but hear me out. It deserved a better release window, maybe at an earlier time, when things would've been viewed differently. Sure, it doesn't rise up what it could've been, leaving so much lingering dreams in the hearts of us, fans. So much potential remains untapped, so many questions unanswered... but Natasha Romanoff? She rises above it all. If you doubt her power, think again, and as I said, hear me out.

Black Widow, the assasin with steely eyes that hide and protect a heart of gold, has transcended the screen to become a cultural icon. From her first appereance in the MCU in Iron Man 2 (2010) to Black Widow (2021), she truly went through a lot, took us with her, and thaught everyone some lessons on the way.

Shattering the mold of the damsel in distress: She's no sidekick, she's a strategist and a fierce fighter. She is a vital member of the Avengers, that's a fact we saw in the 2012 movie. After all, how many characters can you name that tricked the God of Mischief? Nat didn't only do it exceptionally, she is the first we saw doing this on screen.

Reclaiming Narrative: Unlike many superheroes defined by singular origins, Black Widow carried the trauma of a dark past, manipulated by the Red Room, a notorious spy program. Her movie explored this narrative, acknowledging the exploitation and abuse she endured. This resonated with survivors of violence and abuse, offering validation and representation. Her journey of breaking free from her past resonated on a broader level, highlighting themes of resilience, empowerment, and overcoming hardship. Furthermore, she hasn't always been a hero, an avenger. "Regimes fall everyday. I tend not to weep over that, I'm russian" and "I've got red in my ledger. I'd like to wipe it out" show how she's not just using the power she already has, but has the power to change as well. This isn't about brute force, it's about internal struggle and choosing to become a better version of herself despite her history.

Sisterhood and Solidarity: Black Widow's story wasn't solely focused on herself. In "Black Widow," she teams up with other women who share similar experience, even if at first this doesn't seem to work, indoctrinated as they are in the Red Room programme. This depiction of female solidarity resonated with audiences, particularly feminist movements advocating for women's support networks and collective action.

Representation Matters: Black Widow's portrayal as a skilled leader and strategist challenged existing portrayals of Russian characters in Hollywood. They are often depicted as villains or stereotypes, but her complex identity sparked conversations about diversity and representation within the superhero genre.

Defying stereotypes: As the sole original female Avenger, Black Widow carried a unique weight. She didn't need superpowers or a revealing suit — her determination and arsenal spoke for themselves. That's true power. I mean, in some situations she only had two cool firearms, but did better than Captain America with a vibranium shield! I also love how her costume evolved over time, prioritizing functionality over sexualization. Ditching the impractical neckline in her solo movie? A much-needed win! It shows that Black Widow commands respect through her actions, not her body.

Her impact and importance punches like her combat skills, if you ask me.

So, the next time you see the Black Widow, remember, she's more than just a character. She's a symbol of strength, resilience, and the unwavering human spirit. Thanks for being a constant source of inspiration, Nat ❣️

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

Do you have any pantherlily headcanons? I really enjoy how you write him

You got it boss😎👍

Had to constantly remind everyone in the first few months of his time at the guild that despite his appearance he is quite literally a grown ass man, older than a good chunk of the guild members who keep babying him.

It took a while for it to sink in properly. Mirajane especially had a hard time remembering. She refused to serve him drinks at the bar for the longest time, thinking he was the same age as Happy n co.

Despite sticking with Erza due to her being a familiar face initially (lookin like Kinghtwalker) , he does eventually build up a genuine friendship with her. They spar and go on missions fairly often, and Erza also expands his horizons by introducing him different types of magical weapons and armours.

Apart from swords, he has good proficiency with knives and halberds. He has good hand to hand combat skills but largely stuck with weapons most of his life. It wasn't until afterwards when he came to the guild that he started to appreciate it more into how he fights. No one can resist a good brawl :]

Loves Happy, really he does, and he knows that customs on earthland are wildly different from back in Extalia, but he's still so fucking horrified that Happy doesnt wear clothes. He just wants him to put on some pants, please, he's not asking much.

Refused to spar with Gajeel until would accept a few pointers from him on how to use the iron dragon sword like an actual sword instead of just swinging it around.

Won't visibly show it but is deeply fascinated by the fact that magic is naturally occuring in people on earthland. He studies up on history and the different types of magic whenever he encounters a new one.

He's sorta a big deal still with the exceeds. Hailed as a hero for his efforts all those years. If he's out traveling and encounters another exceed they usually treat with deep respect or just straight up awe. Happy and Carla dont get it. It's just Lily? Yeah he's cool but again. It's just Lily.

Has relaxed considerably since coming to earthland. In his mind he's retired from his old life and was given a chance to start fresh, so allows himself to take it easy as much as possible.

Realized that it jumpscares new people when he talks in his small form. No one looks at a 3ft tall cat and expect a deep grown ass mans voice to come out of it. Its super funny to him to throw people off like that and he tries to do it as much as possible when he gets the chance.

If he was human he'd be black what

[white-wolf-buckaroo]

Chapter 6: Goodbye, Emily

This is probably one of my favorite chapters, and also one that broke my heart while writing it (it didn't help that I was listening to the Monsters Inc soundtrack while doing so, especially Boo's Going Home). Check out the full hearbreaking playlist for this fic here!

Word Count: 2500 ish

Warnings: it's giving Sully leaving Boo, iykyk

Fic Masterlist here!

Age 7

Summer came, and with that, the rest of the half-bloods.

Luke and Annabeth had been at camp for a bit longer than a month now, and they had settled in pretty well; after the initial turmoil of Thalia’s demise, life at camp went back to normal, and before they knew it, summer had arrived.

Emily had gone back at training with her siblings and some other demigods from various cabins, but she purposefully kept her distance from Annabeth; unspoken tension lingered between the two, and they avoided direct confrontation in the arena. Luke was an excellent swordsman, though; apparently, he and Thalia had been on the run for a long time, and he was experienced with combat fighting. His presence, and his skills, were a constant reminder of the dangers lurking outside of camp.

That summer, though, Thalias’ sacrifice and Annabeth and Lukes’ arrival wasn’t the only big thing to happen to Emily: every year new demigods arrived for the first time at camp, and this time, a young girl, around two years older than her, made it to camp, accompanied by a satyr named Gleeson. Her name was Clarisse La Rue. Claimed by Ares, she was Emily’s older half-sister.

Maybe she couldn’t be friends with Annabeth, but she had now a new sister!

Clarisse settled in their cabin in the morning, and in the afternoon she was already training with her siblings. Emily had flying class that day, and although she was super excited to meet Clarisse, she loved the Pegasi too much to miss out on riding them.

At dinner, the tables were once again full of demigods, all of them gathered for the summer. Emily loved it. Clarisse was there too, on the opposite end of the table, and she seemed to be fitting in nicely, which Emily thought was good. She was a bit louder than Emily, though, and she also seemed a bit harsh when another camper, a son of Hephaestus, accidentally pushed her while walking by; he apologized, but Clarisse’s face still looked angry.

They all sang songs together by the campfire, and Emily felt like the weight of loss on the shoulders of everyone who had been there when Thalia died lessened. That night, she dared to sneak out again; she hadn’t done it since the night Annabeth and Luke arrived, but she felt better again, and so she went outside to look at the stars.

What she didn’t expect, was to see her father that night.

Ares materialized in the quiet darkness, his form merging with the shadows; he never visited Emily during the summer (too many children around for his liking), but at night, with her alone sitting on a rock by the beach contemplating the stars, he thought otherwise.

He was starting to go soft on her.

“Anything interesting up there?” Emily looked at him, her whole face lighting up, and an instant smile appearing on her lips “Is there seat for one more?”

Emily moved to the side a bit, allowing her dad to sit down. She remembered then their last encounter, when he told her to not be friends with Annabeth; he didn’t seem mad at her now, so she guessed she had done good. His approval was everything that mattered to her.

“Don’t you get tired of sitting out here, all by yourself?” he knew of her little escapades, for a long time now. She always sat outside, even in the colder months, looking up at the sky.

"I like the stars. They keep me company" she said in a hushed tone "They're all sparkly, shiny… and they've been twinkling for, like, thousands of years! Chiron tells me their stories, often, and one day… I wanna do something super cool like the heroes from the stories, something… so brave like what Thalia did, so that when I'm not here anymore, my spirit can go up to the sky and turn into a brand new shiny constellation”

You didn’t hear stuff like that from Ares’ kids very often.

They were children of war, not poets or dreamers. Yet Emily’s yearning for heroic deeds, echoed something familiar to Ares – the desire for glory in death, to be remembered as a warrior… that was a fighter’s last victory, and it was something else she had also inherited from him.

“Look, that one looks like Chiron!” she was pointing at the sky, at the Archers’ constellation, which certainly looked like a centaur. Ares hummed, looking up as well; he never looked at the stars, not anymore. Why bother, if they looked the same as thousands of years ago? “He knows a lot of things. And he teaches me a lot too”

“Seems like that old centaur has been keeping you busy, huh?”

There was a sense of… ease, between them. They felt comfortable with one another. That was something Ares hadn’t felt with his children in a very, very long time, not since he withdrew from their lives. Whatever it was that drew him so much to Emily both intrigued and unnerved him. It scared him like nothing else could. Feelings, attachment, love… emotions were dangerous in war. They could be lethal.

But they were also the very essence that fueled one’s determination to keep fighting.

“Oh!” Emily looked back at him again, having remembered something “Guess what? I got a new sister today!”

She told him about Clarisse, who had arrived that morning. How she had already began training with them all. How she had seemed to settle easily among her siblings. Ares knew, of course; he had claimed her after all. That girl was different to Emily: she embodied the typical traits associated to him, and that most of his children had. He had seen her fewer times than Emily, and he wasn’t really interested in seeing her again anytime soon. She didn’t spark anything remarkable inside of him.

Ares listened to Emily talking about her new sibling, his stoic expression revealing little of the thoughts swirling within him; she expresses joy at having another sister, the news however, didn’t elicit the same enthusiasm from her father.

“That’s great, Ems” he responded, although he didn’t really mean it; he didn’t really care, to be honest. His face was neutral now, not really showcasing any emotion – there was a stark contrast between what he felt when he thought of Emily, to when he thought about his other children, and he was starting to become aware of that.

“She’s more like my brothers and sisters than me, though. She seems tough, and she’s loud. I think you’ll like her. Maybe you could come one day and meet her!”

Ares felt a sudden pang, a subtle discomfort, that made him want to disappear that same second. A crippling, uncomfortable feeling on his limbs and his chest, that made him clench his jaw and his muscles tense.

Emily’s innocent anticipation of him confirmed his fears. He sensed her growing attachment, her yearning for connection, which was something he had encouraged himself with his visits, and her believe that these sporadic meetings were something normal, when it was the opposite. It sparked an uneasy realization.

In that moment, Ares had to choose; if Janus had showed up that instant, he wouldn’t have been surprised. He couldn’t meet Emily’s expectations… and he was convinced that not even trying he would reach them – they were so high as the stars above them.

As the god of war, he had spent millennia cultivating the image he uphold even nowadays: ruthless, strong, an unyielding force indifferent to softer aspects of existence. He embodied the cruel moments of battle, where there was no sanity, but only raw emotions and an instinct to survive, to fight, to kill, and to thrive. Emily’s presence challenged this self-imposed narrative, the very essence of his divine existence.

She was still pure, and he could understand her eagerness for a real father-daughter relationship – he’d had that same feeling once, when he still believed Zeus could be there for him not only as a king or a ruler, but as a parent. For Ares, the idea of fatherhood clashed with his persona as the god of war, and the vulnerability that accompanied it was a territory he was unaccustomed to navigating.

The realization that Emily expected more from him than what he thought he could provide made him decide to distance himself for good. These sporadic visits would only encourage and enliven the idea she had of him, which was something he didn’t see himself as: a father.

He would end up disappointing her. He knew that it was inevitable. In his divine logic, a clean break seemed a safer option. So even if it pained him… he would ignore those feelings, and move on. He couldn’t be the father she sought. The remains of what he felt would vanish in time, and in a few centuries, he wouldn’t even remember them.

At least, that’s what he told himself, not entirely convinced.

If Emily’s mother was still around, everything would be better. She had been nothing but perfect to raise their child, in his opinion. Now without her, he didn’t know how to be the only parent Emily had left. He was… scared of ruining everything, so he’d step back. It was the best option.

He’d never stop caring, but he couldn’t stay by her side. Not anymore. For her sanity, and his own.

“You should go now” he said, looking at her little face. She resembled him, kind of. Every day that passed he saw more of himself in her than he thought was originally there “Warriors need their rest”

“But I’m not tired” the yawn that followed said otherwise. Ares didn’t hold back his chuckle.

“Oh, really?” she nodded, but another yawn came to her.

She then did something that made his heart skip a beat: she slid to the side, resting her small frame against his arm, and started playing with his fingers, tracing the patterns of little scars on his skin, and fumbling with one of his rings.

“I miss Mommy” she mumbled “But I’m happy to have you, Daddy”

She insisted that he accompany her to her cabin, since he’d never been there at night, and he gave in; he made darkness surround them, hiding them from anyone who could still be up and see them, but Emily didn’t seem to notice as she pulled at his hand in the direction of the Ares cabin, giggling. He found himself tucking her in, something he never thought he would do; she clutched that stupid teddy bear to her chest, smiling sleepily at him, in a bubble he created so none of his other children would see him. He didn’t want to deal with that.

“All set?” it was certainly an unfamiliar task, even slightly awkward for him, but he easily draped the thin covers over her, shielding her from the fresh summer night air, and she seemed content enough. He didn’t relish much in the feeling of making her smile, though - it was time “Goodbye, Ems. Stay strong for me”

“Can you stay until I fall asleep? Please, Daddy?”

“No, kid. Daddy has to go”

She sighed, fighting back tiredness. Oh, his little warrior.

“Goodnight, Daddy” she lifted one of her hands, and rested it briefly against one of his cheeks. She fell asleep a few seconds after, hugging her teddy bear off to dreamland, mumbling one last ‘love you’ before completely succumbing to sleep.

Ares stood up quickly, not bearing to stay there any longer. He may think this was going to be a clean break, but right now, it felt rough, sharp, and bloody. He made his way out of the cabin, off to the night, but he halted in his step one last time, looking at his hands; Ares could still feel Emily’s fingertips tracing the skin on his own fingers, playing with one of his rings.

Taking off said ring, he snapped his fingers, and made it disappear. It didn’t vanish, though, no. It appeared on Emily’s camp necklace, resting over her chest alongside the bead she had acquired last summer. With that, Ares left camp half-blood, for good this time.

Things didn’t get better for Emily from then on.

The sister she had thought could be her friend, turned out to be uninterested in her, rejecting her for her youth (she was only two years older than Emily, but that seemed to make a huge difference, being so young), and also because she wasn’t as rough as most of their siblings. She just wasn’t how Clarisse thought Ares’ children should be; Clarisse proved to be a stark contrast to her own demeanour, and while Emily cherished the gentle moments at camp, Clarisse, embodying the more traditional traits of Ares' children, sought intensity, sharpness, and harshness.

The dynamics within the Ares cabin began to shift as well. Her siblings, once fond of Emily's sweet nature, now gravitated towards Clarisse, recognizing familiar traits in her that resonated with their own. The demigods outside the cabin acknowledged Clarisse's formidable temper, making it clear that she wasn't to be underestimated.

Initially, Clarisse struggled to accept Emily as her sister. The stark differences between them, from their personalities to their approach to combat, baffled Clarisse. While Emily displayed skill in the arena, it wasn't enough to bridge the gap between the two sisters. Emily found herself grappling with the shifting dynamics, losing favour with her siblings as Clarisse asserted herself as a formidable force within the Ares cabin.

There was this one time where Emily asked one of her older brothers if he wanted to go to the strawberry fields to help the satyrs collect the harvest, like they had done the previous summer, but then Clarisse got in the way, laughing at her for wanting to do something as mundane as that.

“It’s fun, though” replied Emily “And last time they gave us extra strawberries”

“Oh, yeah, that sounds like something Ares would love seeing his children do” Clarisse snorted, and she nudged their brother, who still hadn’t answered Emily; he was older than both girls, but not as harsh as Clarisse, and she intimidated him “Do you want to go pick up some strawberries like a little boy? Or do you prefer to go to the arena and fight some Hermes kids with spears?”

He looked conflicted, until he sighted, shaking his head no to Emily’s direction.

“Maybe next time. Have fun, though”

The Ares cabin, once filled with warmth for Emily, became a battleground for dominance, and Emily found herself on the outskirts.

Clarisse reveled in the admiration she received from her siblings at her fighting skills, whereas Emily struggled for the first time to reconcile her own identity with the expectations placed upon her as a daughter of the god of war. She sought solace in the familiar embrace of the night sky, fiddling with the ring her father had gifted her at the beginning of summer, tracing the braided metal, memorizing every quirk and curve.

Her father didn’t show up anymore, not even when she was outside alone, at night; she hoped that at least then he would appear, but nothing happened. The very last day she had been truly happy, was when she had last seen him.

She remained hopeful, though, thinking that probably in autumn, when most of the campers went back home, he would visit again. Until then, she would wait for him. She would be strong, like he wanted her to be, and she’d resist. She could do that until he’d come see her again.

Little did she know, he would never visit her at camp ever again.

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[acourtofquestions]

THRONE OF GLASS SERIES SPOILERS

While Aelin losing her powers is sad; primarily because she loved her powers and spent a long time without them, then fighting for them back, and accepting herself with it. And also they’re cool… but so is she (regardless :-)

It’s important to remember she never needed them. Not in this sense at least.

She carries the same power level of Heir of Fire, where she makes shields and daggers of flame, and can hold her own against Skin-walkers & terrors. Then in combination with Rowan as her Carranam she pushes past burn-out & wipes the Mistward slate clean of the Valg Generals; something she still maintains, only now imbued along with her own Cadre.

In the following book, these things remain, as Queen of Shadows sees her once again without magic, or fae form (meaning she’s more powerful now in a post-KoA world then she was than). It reminds us again, that she is more than capable of acting without them (and frankly kicking-ass; she takes out a lot of Valg with nothing but her wit & skill).

As she had for the prior three books: she got through all of those on her own, without fae strength, without firepower, she became “The Assassin of Adarlan” she won as the “King’s Champion” that alone was just her, without even a team or an army at her back. Or arguably one of the bigger strengths she gains; something worth fighting for.

And, as Kingdom of Ash takes time to show: she makes it through half the battles without her power at all. Anielle was greatly overpowered by her & the cadre, and not a lick of flame touched that battlefield. Only did it announce itself to save them from the dam (not from the fighting). Along with another demonstration/reminder that she began breaking out of the iron coffin without her power, that was pure fae strength alone (of which she maintains).

And in all of that she did keep the piece dearest to her: her mother’s magic, her droplet of water, of Mab, of healing. One that can grow over a thousand years, as Rowan said (albeit jokingly but truthfully). …And a gift of Mala, flame much like that of Essar… and now without the fear it once carried for her of “having no end”. Besides, her truest power always rested in Fireheart — a name not of power, but of her; her strength, her will, her intelligence. Herself. That was what mattered. And matters going forward.

Especially in this new world, where that plot was needed: without it, you would have an unchecked power-scale, in a reset world, with no villains to fight, no gods ruling, only her & Dorian with their powers at those levels without need; when the world desperately needed a reset so it didn’t collapse in a single battle between such sources. … And even more importantly you would miss the “Heroes Journey” of losing everything, of prices paid that are not all fixed (sad as it is; it is a price, no refunds). And more than anything, you would lose the arc; Aelin paid the price (and while I do not believe she had some debt due, that she owed Terrasen; because again SHE WAS EIGHT AND KIDNAPPED BY AN ASSASSIN… what was she supposed to do? But now any of those that were argued are gone… perhaps she needed that herself more than anyone else).

And while I know this led to frustration for some that “the hero” did not defeat “the villain” in the end… I’d beg to differ, and think it was important to the arc going forward: starting with the fact that Aelin had nothing to prove in it. Whether it be with her sword of flame & the assistance of her Carranam/Cadre (which did not make her weak or “dependent” on men; no this was strength in working together with her friends), or with her fists & nothing more, or with a gods’ arsenal of flame & power & starlight, the truth stays the same; we all knew her strength & capability. But her soul; her heart of fire (that we knew), had yet to live without that weight (of the world, of fate, of the power & sacrifice) all solely on her shoulders. To trust them in carrying that with her, for her, together. And to be fully be a part of the team that she assembled (somewhat accidentally) but threads pulled nonetheless. Aelin did not accomplish it alone, for she had never needed to. And for the first time that is shown. And she was not alone, never to be again. … Making it a huge breakthrough for all of them.

Because this was not a story of a singular hero… or even villain. It was rather complex in the latter to begin with. So this was crucial, especially for her character to have grown; to have asked for help, to allow it. And even the contrast to have The Assassin not be the one to deal the final blows; because that is not all she is, (will be, or has ever been). Nor was this her fight, not anymore. It had been so many people’s fights both before and after it was hers… from Elena’s, to the elder King Dorian’s, Marion’s, Josefin’s, even Sam’s… because they & that fight had led them all here. Them; the original trio of Chaol (his new-found wife), Dorian (his power another catalyst & hero), and Aelin (fully embraced in her name and story. And to the many they found through themselves; Yrene (as aforementioned), Manon, Lysandra, Elide, etc.

And because Erawan was not her death to take — if anything, it was Dorian’s. He needed it. It belonged to the threads & the lost children of it: it was Elide’s for her mother who died by the Assassin of Erawan to save Aelin to bring them here, it was Yrene’s for her mother Josefin who died to save her daughter from a fate Erawan set into motion & sent Yrene running into to unwittingly stop him, it was a team; Lysandra, Nesryn, all of them. From old to new. Those who came before. And those who will follow after (including the child Yrene is fighting for in these moments, just as their mothers had). Teams that can build a better world going forward (beyond this war), and set them up to bring the many broken countries together (now the leaders of Adarlan, Rifthold, Anielle, the Ferian Gap, Terrasen, Orynth, Perranth, the Wastes, the Southern Continent (all the way down to the Healers of the Torre & connections to Ellywe & the Far of Doranelle). — And one that they paid for together… They all carried a price too: Dorian whose power also got downgraded in check for the same reason as Aelin’s (though not to the same extent), Yrene who broke her oath to never take a life to save the lives of many others (& while the Valg King debatably didn’t break an oath as “life” within the Valg is very messy to begin with) she still gave an awful lot for it (& did it with help once again), Elide who faced it brave as her mother. As I said, this was theirs. — Dorian whose father was not the true villain yet would be remembered & forgotten as such, Dorian who needed to know, Dorian the King his country needed & his father had fought for, his father who was as forgotten & twisted & fallen as that very place. Yrene, who had been led here, who had followed the sound of where she was needed and braved it over & over, just as the Towers women had for centuries; it was their closure. Elide… who in combination with the latter represented the love that fought from day one, that did not yield, that gave their lives to spare their children all in hopes for a better world (knowing they would not live to see it; they paid that price). And in doing so, it repeated, every player on the board; another mother giving it all to build a better world for her child’s future, a son of King Dorian; of Gavin & Elena, who remembered their names, a daughter who was brave & unafraid as Aelin and mother that had taught them both that (Marion). The first children of the fallen, and the last to fall.

And when it came to Maeve; it was equal. It was Rowans, for Lyria, for his child, for all she had done to them; to Aelin, to his brothers, to him. Lorcan, for every dark, twisted misery he endured for her. Fenrys… the one Aelin offered the final blows too because after centuries of not knowing freedom, of losing everyone (much like herself) she knew he had felt it just as much as she had. And of course, Aelin, for Rowan, for Fenrys, for her Cadre, for the Lion, for Aedion, for her mother, for herself. And with their help, all together, even without power, they could do it; together only the arc does not end there, no, it is met with mercy within her end, facing it & rising above it.

In consensus: Aelin is still incredibly powerful. As is her court. This is a new world, a reset to the scale. This is a book with consequences, and those will always ache. But there is more than just that ache. Because this arc is beyond a hero and villain; it is a story of love, of friends, of family, of mercy, of kindness, of fighting & living & going on. And that will always hold magic. Regardless of if she is a firebringer, or human… regardless of who beat who in the end… they did; together; as who they are.

& For me, while hard to process in some pieces & sad, I actually think this was the only way to do it properly. Not some “epic failure of the hero not defeating” the “main villain”, but an inevitable arc of character growth that could not come without that teamwork & passing of things to fully flesh out the storyline. And as one that is true to the fact, it is full of many heroes.

Such as The Thirteen, who broke the curse, (and our hearts)… and while I wish they had not or at least Asterin had survived; even Manon said it earlier, the Matron was Asterin’s, for her, for all of them, for every Witchling that came before and would come after. The Thirteen (who were meant to save Manon) & to save the world; who defied every rule by how they loved, and lived… and who died as one. In a way, that was a well-written story, not a “cry points” death of senseless heartbreak (overwhelming, yes, but not a last-minute script change of insanity), nor was it one to (unfortunately) receive a reversal; because it was such a powerful moment to lead to the better end of broken curses & saved worlds… and I don’t know how the story would’ve gone otherwise… None of these moments were solely their own. Nor were they simple. This is how you do it in a story, one with many points of view and plots, and where “yes”: Aelin is “the hero” but she is not the entire story. … Or at least it’s what I’m pondering right now, lol.

[teenandbeyond]

Hey girl!!! I loved the Bayverse one!!! It was so accurate on how I have seizures!!! I loved it!!! I was thinking maybe that again but maybe the mha boys. I was thinking Shinsou, Bakugou, Deku, and Tokoyami. If that’s to much then I’m sorry!!!! I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable!!!

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Let's Learn Each Other (BNHA or Boku no Hero Academia)

Warning(s): Seizures (and again, it's in the ask, so...)

You worry you may be too much for your boy, but he's happy to assure you, you're worth it...

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Shinsou

Shinsou was so chill about everything, you felt comfortable enough to not mask your behaviors.

And he didn’t pay them any mind until someone else pointed out that they weren’t typical.

Which he didn’t take very kindly.

They were offered a glare, “Are you saying [Name] has a problem?”

You had to hold back the laugh that wanted to escape from his protectiveness, “Well, it’s not a problem as much as a–um–condition.”

“Huh?”

“They’re right, I don’t—I don’t have normal behaviors, since I’m autistic,” you explained.

“Oh, I know you are,” he shrugged, “I just don’t find any issue with it. It’s a part of you and I like you, so it didn’t make sense to make a big deal of it like it’s bad or something.”

He admitted that he noticed your tics and traits but quickly grew used to them and continued as normal.

He thought you were perfect for him, you were sensitive to touch, and he wasn’t a touchy guy.

In the past, you would feel bad that you couldn��t touch him like most couples did. You’d force yourself to hold his hand despite the anxiety. Until he told you he wasn’t a big fan, either.

You were direct, which was a trait he respected and valued.

And he honestly wasn’t much of a conversationalist himself, so he didn’t mind the communication issues you had.

And despite you not understanding many emotions, you easily flustered him.

“Shinsou, your Quirk is so cool, you know that?”

“You did a good job. I’m proud of you.”

Cue a Shinsou with a flushed face avoiding eye contact.

Sometimes you’d think you’d embarrassed him until he tells you.

“No, I just…stuff like that makes me a little shy sometimes, that’s it.”

“You don’t like it?”

He shook his head, which he realized was probably confusing, “I don’t mind when you do it.”

Since he was pretty aware of Autism before he met you, he could guess when you had a seizure for the first time on the couch...

Which was repetitive swallowing.

A focal seizure. It wasn’t long, and it was subtle.

But he carefully watched you until it passed, “You okay?”

You waited for a moment before you nodded.

“I’m okay now.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I wouldn’t have thought anything of it.”

“People usually think of seizures as only being dramatic, obvious, and intense…but it isn’t always that way. There just has to be more people out there to teach them.”

“Yeah. Another thing this society has to change,” he picked up the remote to change the show.

“Shinsou?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

Midoriya (Deku)

“Autism?... I think I heard of it.”

A few minutes later Midoriya will have a clear notebook from who knows where, writing things down like a madman.

“Oh! That explains why you do that head tilt thing a lot.”

In between the internet, he will ask you questions that are specific to you, outside of the general stuff.

He tries to ask questions sparingly so it doesn’t get overwhelming.

“They also mentioned seizures. Do you have those?”

“Yes. Sometimes.”

Even though he now understands your behavior better, he will still misunderstand you for a few moments until he remembers.

Like when your bluntness can be offensive without intending to. But trust Midoriya won’t burst into tears, he’s had much worse things said to him.

Sometimes you will misread the mood, but he’ll explain it to you.

You attempt to practice better communication skills, but he’ll assure you.

“Don’t practice too hard, [Name], you don’t need to be perfect at it. Besides, I…don’t have the best communications skills, either.”

And sometimes, Midoriya’s back and forth consistency throws you off.

But you both work to make the relationship good for the both of you.

And then he experiences a seizure experience with you for the first time.

You’re in his room at home when your muscles suddenly go rigid.

Of course, you’re used to this happening, but you can’t help the slight panic of sudden loss of control.

His first instinct is to panic, but he fights against it because he realizes you already are. He doesn't want to make it worse.

He quickly works on timing it while making sure to make you’re comfortable. He softly starts to tell you a story, his voice is calming and you start to freak out a little less.

Then, it’s finally over.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better…a little sore. But better.”

His brows furrowed as he thought, “That was a…tonic seizure?”

“Yes.”

“Before I met you, I didn’t realize there were so many different types–Hm, can I ask a few questions? So I can be better prepared, next time?” he quickly parted from you to find his spare [Name] notebook.

“You didn’t do too bad this time. But okay, go ahead.”

Bakugo

You would mask your behaviors around people. You were a hero in training, you didn’t want anyone questioning your capabilities for something you couldn’t change.

But Bakugo’s incredibly observant and picked up on a few things you let slip without realizing.

Once he’d watched you for a while, he approached you and got straight to the point. He wasn't one to beat around the bush.

“Oi. Are you Autistic?”

“Huh? Yeah.”

“Thought so.”

You were surprised Bakugo had approached you considering you actively avoided him.

You were sensitive to loud noises. You’d learned to adjust to some sounds that couldn’t be avoided as a hero, but his yelling still made you anxious as hell.

But right now, he was quiet. No yelling.

You thought that was the end of it, that he was just curious about your possible Autism…but no, he kept talking to you. He kept asking you questions.

And you didn’t mind answering them.

And along the way, you found yourselves in a relationship.

The class was wondering how in the world you tamed Bakugo, he wasn’t yelling nearly as much…when you were around, anyway.

But you didn’t do anything. Behind closed doors, he was always relaxed, his speaking tone was even, and he was gentle.

You had to learn how to understand each other.

Bakugo was emotional and buried what he felt. He would keep to himself how he was feeling. And you weren’t able to read his emotions sometimes.

So you learned to ask him.

“Hey, Bakugo.”

“Yeah?”

“How are you…feeling? You look tired, but you sound upset?”

And he learned to be more direct with his feelings, which helped you understand him better.

And sometimes, on accident, he would get a little loud, so you would ask for breaks, which he would give you.

Although Bakugo could be spontaneous, he was consistent with the things that mattered, so it made it a little easier for you to learn him.

Bakugo treated you like any other person, he didn’t treat you like Autism was something strange or bad. He was protective of you, so if anyone talked about your behaviors or appearance, he would pull them aside to go off on them.

He showed interest in your interest. He loved when you would ramble about it and he would always remember what you’d say.

He had to compromise touch, since you craved it. He was surprised, but all you said was,

“It’s actually a myth that all people on the autistic spectrum are averse to touch. Some of us like it, depends on the person.”

But he found he liked it when you cuddled with him, so he didn’t mind. It wasn’t a bad compromise.

Bakugo likes knowing things, so he’ll look stuff up and ask questions until he has a wide knowledge of Autism, your specific type, and everything about it. He learned about you outside of your Autism, your favorite foods, favorite color, any information he could get his hands on.

He paid special attention to information on your seizures.

Talked to you about them, watched videos, read books.

So when he witnessed it the first time, he was prepared.

You weren’t, since it was in the common room and most of your class was there.

Everyone was panicking, this hadn’t happened to you with them around before.

Kirishima rushed to get Bakugo from his room, let him know what’s going on.

“Shit. Is everyone panicking?” he rushed past his redheaded friend.

“I–Who wouldn’t? It was just so sudden!”

Once he made it into the room, everyone was crowded around you.

And someone looked as if they were about to try and hold you down.

“Back up! All of you!” he barked out.

“But Bakugo—”

“Stop standing there like idiots and move!” he growled, pushing past them.

He started moving things away from you and carefully checked your breathing.

“How long has it been like this?”

“N-Not long–Half a minute, maybe?”

“Okay.”

He spoke quietly to you, apologizing that he wasn’t there with you when it started, apologizing for the idiots making things worse.

“Maybe [Name] needs some water—”

He turned to Kaminari, about ready to strangle him for the suggestion, “Does it look like they can drink water right now? Does that make any sense to you?”

“Right–Right, sorry.”

“And all of you, back up some more or leave. I feel like you’re breathing down our necks,” he scoffed.

So they did, now it was just the two of you. Then you settled.

He waited for a minute, softly petting at your head until you could speak again.

“Thank you, Bakugo.”

“Huh? For what?”

“Helping. They weren’t being very helpful.”

“They’re the ‘panic first, get into action later’ types.”

“I noticed.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I need water, I think. And cuddles, too. If you’re up for it.”

Tokoyami

He honestly hadn’t noticed anything was unique about you until you told him you had Autism.

“Oh? I hadn’t noticed.”

He does ask you plenty of questions over the next few weeks whenever one comes to mind.

You find yourself fascinated by Dark Shadow, though you misunderstand some things he says to Tokoyami that make him flustered. It was always something about you.

You were also sensitive to bright lights, which made you perfect for Tokoyami. He wasn’t a fan himself.

He showed devotion to listening to you about your interest, never seeming annoyed about the same thing.

He was very uncomplicated to you.

He spoke his mind, he was to the point. If he didn’t tell you his emotions at first, he will tell you eventually.

Behind closed doors, he lets you gently pet his feathers–although they are sensitive, it relaxes you, so it’s the least he can do.

He also helps you find relaxation training, which you appreciate.

And one day, he experiences your seizure with you. He almost missed that’s what it was, since you would stare off and get confused suddenly.

He kept the environment relaxed until the moment passed.

Which you were grateful for, but then…

“Tokoyami. Let’s–Let’s take a nap.”

“That’s a good idea, [Name].”

And a nap you took.

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Hawks x Reader

Summary: You and Hawks never got along. After he saved your life on a mission, you decide its time to try and get along.

Warning NSFW Below the cut. Oral f!receiving, teasing, wing kink and more

It was supposed to be an easy rescue mission. Similar to the ones you remember taking at UA when you were a student there a few years ago. It was a simple mission until you spotted a certain winged hero on the rooftop you were told to meet on. Of course they sent him out here on this mission.

Thanks to his feathers, he could easily pull civilians out of the rubble and into safety. Kamui Woods and Rumi Usagiyama were also dispatched for similar reasons. Kamui Woods is good at supporting falling structures due to the branches he creates and Rumi is a skilled fighter. Based on their offense defense paring, you guessed you were expected to work with Hawks. You being the offense to his defense with your mana manipulation quirk. A quirk that had many different abilities that you were still learning.

As someone who took their work seriously, Keigo's laid back nature seriously clashed with yours. That's not to say you haven't learned how to tease him over the years after he teased you so much.

His back was to you and you took the opportunity to tease him as you always did. While approaching, you ran your fingers along the top of his wing until you were standing beside him.

"Don't touch my wings." He grumbled as he grabbed your wrist to stop you.

"Fine," you grumbled back, snatching your hand away from him.

"So what's going on here?" He questioned, casually hovering next to you with his hands in his pockets. His voice returned to its usual lax tone.

"Didn't you listen to the reports?" He looked down at you with a quirked brow and a slight smirk, giving you the chance to rethink your question. Of course he wasn't paying attention.

"Nomu are in the building. They are either trying to take the building down with everyone inside." You pointed down to the lower levels to direct his attention.

"Kamui Woods and Rumi Usagiyama are working on the lower levels. We're focusing on civilians in the upper level."

"Got it." He flew in ahead of you through a window on the upper floor. With your quirk, you create small platforms to step on until you reached the same window.

You were inside a large office building, with desk and work spaces scattered around the room, separated by low cubicle walls. Parts of the ceiling were already falling apart and threatening to crush anyone who was trapped inside. You used mana to create a protective layer across the ceiling to prevent it from caving in any more than it already has.

Hawks began using his feathers to get everyone out of the building. Everything was going fine until a nomu showed up. It was escaping from the other team and left destruction in its wake.

The winged beast broke straight through the floor underneath you, causing it and all the others below to cave in. Immediately you were sent into a freefall. Sure, you could try to catch yourself, but that would mean shifting your focus and risking the lives of others. Keeping the structure up and buying what little time you could, that was more important.

While you were freefalling, you could not help but think how grateful you now were for Hawks being here and being fast enough to get everyone to safety before it collapsed. You saw what feathers he could spare fly around to rescue civilians that remained in the building.

Maybe he was useful after all.

"(y/n)!" Hawk's yell reached your ears. Did he actually sound panicked? You never heard that man lose his cool. He caught you in his arms and slowed the fall before gently bringing you to the ground.

"(y/n)! Can you hear me?" Your eyes fluttered open to see him worriedly looking down at you. His wings were unfolded around you protectively and left you feeling safe.

"Is that actual concern I hear?" You joked through a cough. He let out a sigh of relief and smiled down at you.

A week later you decided to properly thank Hawks by bringing him a homemade cake to his apartment. It was not often someone needed to save your life, and maybe it was time to try and get along with him.

You tried to go at a time he wouldn't be there, you weren't ready to face him yet, but of course even that he had to ruin. He flung open the door the moment you were outside it. You must have approached louder than you thought.

"Hey I uh-- I just wanted to thank you for saving me on our last mission. I was hoping we could try to get along more."

"Awww look how cute you look." He teased which only made you angry. Did he not get any of what you were just saying? Didn't he understand how hard this was for you to do?

"Can you take anything seriously?"

"I don't think anyone can take you seriously sweetheart." Oh did that send you fuming.

You began ranting back at him, but it all washed over him as he zoned out just staring at the cute faces you made when you were mad. You began poking at his chest and he took the opening to cup your cheek in his hand and guide your lips to his.

Being the confident person he was, he went all in for the kiss. Your hands went to his chest as he guided you back into his apartment and shut the door. The cake being long forgotten on the floor.

Never breaking the kiss, he guided you through the room and to his couch. You sat on his lap and adjusted yourself to have your legs on both sides of his hips. You brush against his wings in the process, causing him to moan sharply into the kiss. He slowly pulled away, leaving you in a blissful haze.

"K--keigo? What's wrong?" You questioned, worrying he was regretting his actions.

"My wings are sensitive--I just need a second." He tried to cover up his weakened state with a cough and remain cool, but you saw right through it. You thought back to how you always liked to tease him by poking them.

"That's why you didn't like me touching your wings?"

"Y-yeah," He stuttered with a blush rising to his cheeks. Your shocked expression quickly turned to a devious one.

"What about this?" You gently combed your fingers through his wings. His held tilted back as he bit back a moan. Due to where you were sitting you could even feel his reaction. Oh the things you could do to this boy, you thought grinding against him and going in for another kiss.

This time you were in control. You kept his head tilted back and placed your hand against his throat to press him against the couch's backrest and keep him steady. You applied more pressure as you ground your core against his bulge. He broke away to gather his breath, taken off guard by your sudden forwardness.

"Oh god-- (y/n)." He moaned out between breaths and for a moment, you could not believe it was your name he was moaning out.

You continued to tease him and leave him breathless as he gathered himself. You bit and licked a path down the side of his neck and towards the front of his chest, guiding his shirt off and he helped you with yours.

You traveled to the bedroom as your make out session quickly turned into something more intimate. Standing infront of the bed, you palmed him through his underwear only for him to grab your wrist.

"Okay. You had your fun. Now it's my turn." He said in a devilish tone while he looked you in the eye with a mischievous gaze that made you feel weak. Boy was he going to have his way with you.

In true Hawks fashion, he was teasing and slow to the lead up. You sat at the edge of the bed while he sat at your knees, slowly peeling your panties down your legs while never breaking eye contact. He wanted to see you squirm, loving the way you press your thighs together in a futile attempt to create some type of friction.

"Keigo." You whined in a drawn out tone. Once your underwear was off, he pushed your knees apart with his bare hands and took a good look at you. Everything about you was beautiful.

He took a teasing lick up your core and it took everything in you to resist clenching your knees around him. Instead, you settled for burying your fingers in his hair. He continued to be slow and teasing, letting out a chuckle at one longing moan you let out knowing he caused it. It made him proud to make someone who was usually so serious towards him so weak.

He pinned you to the mattress with one hand and used his wings to cage you in. Without warning he inserted two of his fingers into you, causing you to gasp and jolt with excitement.

"You like that?" He teased. You tried to respond, but he cut you off by slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you. "What's wrong baby bird?"

"You ready?" You looked down to see him teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. You took a deep breath and nodded. He kissed you hard, snapping his hips forward and forcing you to take all of him in at once.

You yelled his name, gripping onto his wings at his shoulder blades as you rested flush against him. He didn't hold back, pounding his hips into yours again and again. You both reached your climax together and fell apart next to each other. Kiego immediately began laughing and you joined him. This was such a ridiculous situation you never expected. He turned and smiled at you, playing with a lock of your hair.

"I'd say that thank you beats the cake." He joked.

[artist-issues]

I’ve just come across your Wish analysis (which led to binge-reading loads of your other Disney rants, which I so loved reading and totally appreciated), and you’ve got me thinking. So please allow me to rant for a bit.

Flash back to when the live-action Beauty and the Beast came out. My friend loved it, raved about it for ages, and made me go see it with her. The original was my favourite childhood movie so I was excited for the new one… and subsequently disappointed to an extreme. I couldn’t put my finger on it for ages - just that there was a general feeling of wrongness I couldn’t explain (until I read your post and I was just like, “YES! THIS EXACTLY!”). My friend couldn’t understand it and would say things like, “I thought you said you liked Beauty and the Beast!” But I do like it, and that’s why I’m so upset how badly they missed the point.

It feels like that’s all Disney is doing these days: missing the point! Because it doesn’t matter how many times they give us a sassy girl with long hair and some vague magic skill that helps her in the third act! We want characters. As in, people who remind us of actual people! What makes Belle so charming and relatable? She’s polite when other people are rude, but firm when they push against her morals, and enjoys reading. A relatable female character is one who can be compared to other female characters. Belle on her own is just a girl who likes books, but against the motherly Mrs Potts who takes care of everyone, or the vain triplets who only want Gaston’s attention, she’s suddenly so much more real, and that’s what these new films are missing!

Anyway, I could go on and on about this, but I’m sorry because I didn’t mean for this to get so long or out-of-hand 😬

That is why you like it: that is why you’re upset; because you DO like the real Beauty & the Beast! Wonderful! Yes, you get it!

I think what makes Belle feel real is some of the raw emotion she shows—and how she shows it.

When living furniture puts on a light show, she gasped and claps and dances along. When the Beast asks her a romantic but loaded question, her first impulse is to say “yes!” but then she does double back and admit that she misses her father; she doesn’t have all her thoughts collected, exactly, but she is being honest. When wolves attack her, she screams. When she has to give up her life, she sobs on a bed. When she’s in a terrible situation, she does initially basically pout and refuse to leave her room. But when she’s being watched by others, she tries to be strong; she cries silently when she’s following the Beast to her room. She gives him her word with her back straight and her eyes closed all grave. Like I said, you can almost see her remembering stories she’s read of brave heroes giving solemn oaths, and she’s trying to be like them.

Emma Watson didn’t bring any of that.

She had to make the character too in-control of her own emotions even when outlandish or traumatic things are happening, because her idea of a “strong woman” can’t be delighted or horrified or fazed, in general, by anything st all. She made her as distant and unrelatable as any caricature. I mean, I remember very clearly the one and only moment I felt a glimmer of “that’s Belle!” in the movie, and it’s when Belle is given the library and the Beast leaves the room, and Emma Watson gives this excited little half-shriek of joy. And it’s like…where is that in the rest of the movie?

I can even find fault with that moment, too though. Because she waits till the Beast, the gift-giver, leaves the room before she really reacts that strongly. Why? The real Belle tells the Beast how wonderful she thinks it is, breathlessly, over the moon.

Because when someone gives you a gift, if you’re a self-protective, cool-calm demeanor feminist, you don’t let them see that they have any control over your emotions—not even the ability to impress you or make you happy with a crazy gift.

But, instead, if you’re a selfless woman, who is happy to share her emotions with others especially when it brings them joy, you have no trouble showing that a crazy gift delights and impresses you. It’s part of the gratitude/

Anyway! I could go on and on. But don’t let anybody get it twisted. You do like Beauty and the Beast. You just happen to know what Beauty and the Beast really is, and why you like it.

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-Joshua Armstrong- The 14-year-old son (Demiboy) of Helen and Manny, along with being Becky’s younger sibling. Joshua is a very rare case of a child of two hybrids inheriting the same side either parent has, in this case human. He certainly sticks out within his family, especially given his sister was born fully alien. Many expected Joshua to feel like an outcast within his galactic family, something his parents were very worried over. But Joshua is kind of just a chill guy who cruises through life. Enjoys music and skating, he’s never seemed to have an issue with his genetics. Even has a cool relationship with his older sister, very casual in their dynamic.

-Archer Redwind- The 10-year-old son of Looma and Ackhill (OC), and younger brother to Aife. Archer is a delightful young boy, with a lot of energy to spare. A little too much at times, as he has a habit of running into danger without thinking, but it is to be expected in Tetramand culture. He idolises his sister, and is her number one cheerleader. He’s eager to be a war hero like her, that he has trouble understanding he still needs time to grow up. -Taha- The adopted 24-year-old daughter (MtF) of Tini and Synaptak. When the Galactic Enforcers opened up try outs for new members, the three leaders were surprised to see a 13-year-old among the candidates. Upon talking to them, they learnt that Taha was an orphan who ran to the try outs the moment she heard, having been a big fan of the heroes for as long as she could remember. It didn’t take long for Tini to scoop up the little fish, claiming she only wanted to “mentor” the next generation of heroes, but everyone knew she had practically adopted Taha, much to Synaptak’s dismay. But he warmed up to the kid when seeing her smarts and bravery, bonding over their mental powers. Taha is a bright star among the Galactic Enforcers, a beaming hero with a golden heart, even if she can be a little cheesy in her mannerisms.  

-Valentina- The 25-year-old daughter of Rojo and Azul. Valentina came about during a time Rojo and her gang decided to change tactics in their life, finding a place for themselves in Undertown after helping out a couple of homeless folk or runaway families in need of help. Turns out they had a calling beyond being robbers. Opening up a shelter, Rojo and her girls focus on helping the weak in need, mostly abuse victims or young kids. Now Valentina and her own friends help run it, Valentina often out and about keeping danger away, like sketchy folk hanging around Undertown. She has the local nickname “Espina De Rosa”, and many do not like dealing with her, as it’s best to avoid her temper. She’s a spiteful woman, and loves sticking up for the weak, even if she goes a little overboard. 

-Isabell- A 23-year-old Human/Arorenda hybrid woman. Bell’s family used to be members of the shelter until they got a better path in life, but Isabell always kept in contact before joining when she was older, being a close friend of Valentina. She’s a beauty in Undertown, and commonly gets a lot of flirty looks her way, and she holds herself with confidence and being polite. It leads to some underestimating her, but when needed to she is quite the skillful fighter, using some of her fire to send a few messages to those that don’t take her politeness as a chance to back away. She connects with a lot of folks in the shelter, many of them feeling safe talking to her.

-Helga- A 26-year-old Human/Shocksquatch hybrid woman. Helga met Valentina in Undertown during a scuffle she aided in, eventually joining the shelter as she found it a good way to express her energy in a helpful way. Helga is playful, but also intimidating without realising it. She’s not always the brightest of people, but her strength helps a lot in keeping the shelter up and running. She’s known to be an escort for people who don’t feel safe alone, and always has a sense for danger that others might miss.

-Charlie- The 16-year-old kid (Genderfluid) of J.T and Sabrina (OC). Known for being tired and done with everything 24/7, Charlie just wants to work hard and get through school without any issue to live a reasonable life. Sadly, they’re best friends with Sereia Murray, and thus has to be the main brain cell holder of the two. In a world of constant world threats and endless space, Charlie thinks it’s none of their problem, but the world seems to disagree. But it’s not all bad, and Sereia is at least a genuine friend despite the chaos she brings.

-Briley- The 16-year-old adopted daughter of Emily and Jon (OC). Briley's family history isn’t the most cheerful, her original parents, and human and lewodan, spent quite a bit of hospital money to have her, only to realise that parenthood was nothing like they thought it would be, and thus gave her up. Briley loves her current parents, and will forever be grateful for them taking her in, but whether or not the truth of her birth still stings she never talks about. Growing up, Briley was Thea’s childhood best friend, the girls did a lot together and never seemed to have any issues. Until they had a massive falling out when they were 12-13 that they never talked about again, and everyone watched the two drift away. Briley now studies at a prestigious school, focusing on her work and moving up in her life. She can come across as uptight, but really it’s a sense of proving she can make it in this world.

-Cotopaxi- The 20-year-old daughter of Vulkanus and Krakatoa (OC). When Vulkanus needed a place to hide away from the cops, he stumbled upon a lady named Krakatoa. He somehow managed to swoon her, moved into her place, only to get kicked up when she learnt the truth of who he was. Cotopaxi was born later, and since then has been trying to live a life without her father. Sadly for her, Vulkanus tries to be in her life, but is a lousy father as he just can’t change who he is. Giving the bare minimum for child support, and every birthday gift he got her ended up being something stolen she had to return. Now as an adult, Cotopaxi is leading a successful life researching rocks and minerals for places like Galvan Prime, but still has to deal with her loser father trying to be a part of her life.  

-Sinen- The 17-year-old apprentice (Nonbinary) to Sunder. Sinen is a loud, bombastic lad that has a fantastic time living life on the edge. It seems strange for someone like Sunder to have taken in a kid that is so out there, but he’s actually a pretty good teacher to the excitable bat. Sinen is basically the close friend to Oneone, the two spending a lot of time blowing stuff up. When they heard Oneone was forced to join a Plumber team to “work on his behaviour”, Sinen thinks it’s the funniest thing ever. Though a part of them does secretly think this might help their friend, knowing Oneone has been having identity issues for a while.

-Rook Mar- The 9-year-old son of Rook Shim and Dasht (OC). Mar is one of Rilla’s cousins, and is the eldest of his siblings. He has three younger sisters, one newly born. He strives himself to be the best big brother, and has a habit of trying to act older than he actually is. But he is a sweetheart and very responsible for his age. Though as he grows, he finds himself curious about city life rather than country life. 

-Me'alla- The 20-year-old child (Agender) of Viktor and Liesl (OC). Me’alla takes after their father quite a lot, being a hard working genius, though lacks his darker background. Given his history, he has made sure to teach his child to be kind and more open to the world than he ever was, leading them to be a wise young adult. Me’alla has even become a teacher for the young children of the Anur System, having a lot of patience, no matter the crazy thrown their way. Though Me’alla is a little protective of their home, and will be quick to jump to it’s defence no matter the danger it puts them in.

-Satis- The 17-year-old daughter of Set (The Mummy) and Nephthys (OC). Satis is mute just like her father, though has better communication with others via local sign language she started learning when she was very young, and is more people friendly than her father is. That being said she can be just as quiet and calm as her father, a drifting shadow on a mission. This eventually led to her becoming the bodyguard of a young prince to one of the royal groups around her homeworld, Prince Atbek II. She takes her job seriously, even if she can be a little too intense at times.

-Prince Atbek II- The 14-year-old prince to the royal family Kha’Sahur. Due to his upbringing, Atbek is very proper in his mannerisms, having held himself high since the moment he could walk. He’s so used to his lifestyle that he can sometimes be a little oblivious to it, an inside joke among his friends. He’s an old friend of Etherea’liss, being the one who pays for the group’s letters to her while she is out training with the Plumbers. He is very keen to see her build bridges with the galaxy, as his political side sees the many benefits through this.

-Cerebell Uzz & Stalwart Uzz- A pair of 13-year-old Transylian twins. Another pair of friends from Etherea’liss home, the pair are known by the locals as being kind of insane, as their method of research and learning always goes above and beyond what it normally should. Property damage is to be expected from them. But they mean well, and are loving people, just getting a bit too far in their own brains to realise the consequences they may create. Cerebell is a little more crazy than her brother as she happily chooses to be the test subject 99% of the time, while Stalwart at least has some form of safety measures to not kill his sister.

-Mosbach, Freki & Dira- The 16-year-old children of Baskerville (The Werewolf) and Lupercal (OC). Each sibling is rather distinct in personality. Mosbach (FtM) is the most reasonable of his siblings, often keeping his sisters in check. He likes collecting things he finds in the works and crafting new things out of it, shaping nature in his own image. He is also a friend of Etherea’liss, and worries over the hard work she must be putting in at training. Freki is the largest of her siblings, and likes displaying her strength, accepting challenges and hunts with other teens, and is a popular figure among them for how cool she is. She also has been seen wearing a piece of jewellery that clearly comes from the Thep Khufan, so rumours are that she might be dating one. Dira is the smallest, and the little shadow of the family. She sneaks out a lot to explore and party, often ending up with her father tracking her down and dragging her home. She wants to be like Freki, but comes across as more wild and less chill than her.

-Lady Cama Umbra- The 15-year-old distant niece of Lord Transyl. When Zs’skayr came back, he knew he needed to collect new minions to start his awful ways again. He rounded up a few young folk to manipulate over his side, but decided he wanted to try again with his original vladat plans. Except this time he wouldn’t bring back someone like Lord Transyl, wanting someone younger that wouldn’t lead to a power struggle with. So he found the remains of another family member, some random niece of Lord Transyl, and brought her back. Only it appears the young lady did not have the same pride and bloodlust as her family, still young enough to be innocent enough that she freaked out upon hearing what Zs’skayr had to say, before running away, being found by Jay and Etherea’liss. She just lives between Zs’skayr old crew, who wish to make amends for what their old boss did, and teach Cama about the world around her. Because while Cama isn’t as bad as her family, it’s very clear she was sheltered and still parrots a lot of what the grown ups in her life said about the locals. Cama is dealing with a lot since being revived, but is willing to learn.

-Circy- A 13-year-old Fortumina. Circy is another friend of Etherea’liss, a childhood friend at that since their families are old friends. Circy knew of Etherea’liss Plumber dreams, and while she supported her friend, she had her own reserves towards the Plumbers and the outerworld. She does wish for something better, but fears pushing it will cause more harm than good. Circy has a joking personality, but under that is a lot of wisdom for someone her age. She holds the friend group together with Etherea’liss gone, even though she is deep in her magical studies. 

-Myli- A 14-year-old Mortechrum (Demiboy). Given the common view of the mortechrum, a young Myli had been surprised when Etherea’liss and Circy wanted to be his friend. He had always been taught by his family to beware the hand that feeds you, and thus took a long time warming up to the girls and eventual other friends in the group. Once he did though his real personality shined, being playful and always eager to help. Though when around strangers he goes quiet and watches with wide eyes, often unnerving people. 

-Bai'Kel- A 13-year-old Anoplopisth. He had been the most recent member of Etherea’liss anur friend group, and he is a little unusual to people who don’t understand him. Bai’kel is not very expressive, and thus his phrasing with words can sometimes sound a little off putting, sometimes being scarily honest with no filter. He doesn’t mean to be rude, it’s just who he is and is hard to read. But he is very loyal, often shadowing his friends to make sure they’re safe, something they don’t realise half the time.