#storm hawks ask game

[far-side-skies]

How about Master Cycloins ? 0w0

She gaslit, gatekept and girlbossed too close to the sun.

Love her. Adore making headcanons for this brat and also crying over what everyone else comes up with bc it’s the good soup. But man can this fandom torment her and I'm no exception XD

[alexeithegoat]

14!!

HI CY !!! <3 Thanks for sending! 💜💜

14. Favorite book you read this year?

I am going to be completely honest with you, 2023 was not a year for books for me I am afraid. I reread A New Dawn by John Jackson Miller for the nth time however! And a little bit of the Ascendancy books by Timothy Zahn!

As for fanfics however, there are few that stick out to me that I will link now. Fair warning, all but the first one are Sonic (because that Star War divorce is in full swing baby):

Luminara and Barriss by JediMasterBailey

absolutely stunning writing and grasp of characters! I am always in love with Bailey's writing and she never ceases to immerse a reader in deep. This one is incredible and I always find myself going back to it when I need a little cheering up! If you love the wonderful Luminous Lineage, this one is for you! the worldbuilding is insanely good and so is the dialogue (internal and external). Highly recc! (centred on Luminara Unduli and Barriss Offee!!!)

What Was I Made For? by bitter_sweet_coffee

my most recent read and a wonderful one at that! they capture Wave and Espio down to a key and it's so heartfelt that you can really feel the love put into it! shorter than the last one but that doesn't take away from how much I love it. <3 (centred on Wave the Swallow and Espio the Chameleon!)

Learning & Teaching by SAJ_Man07

oh my GOD okay I am not normal about this at all. I did read it completely sleep deprived and emotional but I love this so much. the writing and characterisation is remarkable and they have a good love for the Babylon Rogues!!! This fic is constantly on my mind and I love it sm. I think it's one of those fics that change the way you think fundamentally. absolutely incredible would read again for the nth time <3 (centred on the babylon rogues ((namely storm and wave))

and lastly, Swept Away in Gentle Waters by melting_shards

this is so cute!!! I love it sm and I keep thinking back to it! The way they word and describe things is AAAGH and I am in love! It's expertly written and very light to read, would 100% recommend this! (centred on Kitsunami the Fennec and Miles 'Tails' Prower <3)

thank you sm for the ask and I hope you don't mind my slight derailment from the OG question! I wish I had more to say on that. Maybe 2024 will be my year for books, who knows 🤷‍♂️

end of year ask game!!!

[overlordneon]

Since Stork(storm hawks) is the only canon adult i think

Stork/Ravess, Stork/Repton, Stork/Starling

Truly I don't ship Stork with anyone but his damn airship but let's try

Stork/Ravess - NOTP

He can't have Ravess because Ravess should be with MEEEEE

Stork/Repton - OTP

I don't know why but I think nervous paranoid stork and giant raptor man would at least be the funniest combo here.

Stork/Starling - BROTP

It's been a while since I've rewatched the series, but I think these two got along fine? If anything, Starling seems like she'd be a cool collected figure that could calm stork down (or at least try)

[yami268]

You know how Aerrow, Finn, and Piper’s parents were Storm Hawks who led the charge to wipe out evil from Atmos? What if they were sort of like the Scarlet Crusade, where there was a sort of detente between free atmos and Cyclonia but the Storm Hawks wanted Cyclonia to be destroyed. The Storm Hawks being noble heroes was a propaganda move by the governments of the free Terras. That’d really mess Aerrow up.

I'm not sure if Finn and Piper's parent were Storm Hawks, but I can definitely see that. Or the Storm Hawks were like the Silverhand. But then after the failed attack on Cyclonia, it splintered into two groups with one being the Argent Dawn (possibly Aerrow's squadron) and the other being the radical Scarlet Crusade. The Free Terras could still do the propaganda, but those like the Absolute Zeros and Neck Deeps aren't too keen on them because of the whole bigotry thing.

And it would really mess Aerrow up if Lightning Strike became someone like the Headless Horseman and he pops up around Atmos' equivalent of Halloween.

[grimm-the-6th]

☁️🌏🌋💗👁 for dark ace please

🌋: How bad is their temper? Is it a slow boil, or an instant explosion?

Surprisingly it's a slow boil. He's more likely to get annoyed at something or someone before he's out right angry.

There is a flash point though. And once that point has been hit I would suggest running away. Quickly.

💗: If they have a crush is it noticable? What changes when they're in love?

No, it's not noticeable.

👁: what color are there eyes? Do people notice their eyes? Is there anything special about them? (Shows emotion easily, literally magical)

His eyes are red, obviously, and yes people tend to notice as its unusual but also because he tends to have a pretty intense look on his face.

But don't worry, he's not planning murder. He just can't fucking see. Mans very farsighted, which is great for skybattle. Not so much for paperwork.

His eyes also will glow slightly after battle from using crystals. Itll fade in a few hours.

🌏: Will they give up the world for someone they love? Is this decision easy for them?

Wow, hitting me with a tough one.

I don't think he would. I think while he would never abandon someone he loved. If it was them or watch the world burn he'd pick the world. It's a difficult decision though. And not one he makes lightly.

☁️: A soft headcanon

He's surprisingly good with kids. Especially little ones.

[stormseclipse]

🍁🙈 for Eclipse and 🍟for Xaria!

Hmm I’d say Eclipse’s favorite season would be summer. She grew up away from the sun so she loves soaking it up now.

Haha…I’d say her intense bloodlust and craving for violence. She may be good but she’s still a bit morally grey when she feels she can get away with it. She has no issue hurting people or killing them if she knows she wouldn’t get in trouble.

Xaria definitely does not cook, she either forages and hunts for food or mooches off of friends.

[sarahtunn]

🪨🌊 for Allegra, 🪄👎 for Heron

-🪨 Someone gifts your OC a shiny rock. What do they do with it?

Allegra attaches it to her cricket bat - where it won't get too damaged, of course. If you're gonna bludgeon someone, do it in style!

-🌊 Has your OC ever seen the ocean? If not, do they want to? What do they think of it?

Allegra's heard of it, of course. She keeps meaning to go check out the Great Ocean Road but there's always something comes up.

-🪄 Does your OC have any special powers? If so, are they normal in this OC’s universe?

Does 'been there, done that, made $2.63 selling the t-shirts' count? Otherwise, Heron's just as special as any other squad member - everyone is special in their own way and just as important as each other.

-👎 Is there someone your OC can’t stand, despite them being on the same side or sharing basic values?

Don't ask Heron about Arygynn... it's complicated. *Especially* about the whole 'Chosen One' thing.

[wowzer-bowzer]

Title: Breaking the Press

Summary: Paige wants to be more then teammates

Paige was already drenched in sweat, her heart pounding in sync with the squeaking sneakers on the court. Practice had been brutal, but that was nothing new. She thrived in the chaos, in the exhaustion, in the moments when the game demanded everything from her.

“Y/N, hit me on the wing!” Paige shouted, her voice cutting through the noise as she sprinted down the court.

You had the ball, your eyes scanning the defense like a hawk. You were the calm in the storm, Paige’s perfect counterpart on the court. Where Paige was fire, you were the ice, and together you burned through the defense like wildfire.

Your pass was clean, crisp, and exactly where it needed to be. Paige caught it in stride, barely breaking her momentum before rising up for a three. The ball sailed through the air, spinning in slow motion, and then – swish. Nothing but net.

“That’s what I’m talking about Paige! You yelled, grinning as you jogged back on defense. Paige gave you a quick wink, her usual way of saying ‘thanks.’

The practice continued, a blur of drills, scrimmages, and sweat-soaked jerseys. By the time Coach finally blew the whistle, the team was wiped, but satisfied. Paige wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, her eyes finding yours across the court. There was something about the way you moved, the quiet confidence that always caught Paige’s attention. It wasn’t just that you were a great player – it was the way you seemed to understand Paige without needing words.

As everyone filed into the locker room, Paige hung back, waiting for you. She needed to talk to you, about something more than basketball, something she’d been pushing down for a while.

“Hey, you got a minute?” Paige asked, trying to keep her voice casual.

You looked up, slightly surprised but nodding. “Yeah, what’s up?”

You both walked out the locker room, the noise of the team fading as you headed towards the empty bleachers. The gym was quieter now, the only sound being the faint echo of your footsteps.

Paige sat down on one of the lower bleachers, you joining her. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence stretching out between the two of you. Paige fiddled with the hem of her jersey, trying to find the right words.

“You ever feel like… I don’t know, like something’s missing in life?” Paige finally said, her voice quieter than usual.

You looked at her, your eyebrows raised. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, it’s just, lately, I’ve been thinking a lot. About the game, about life, about…the future.” Paige’s heart was racing now, and she could feel her palms getting sweaty. This wasn’t like her – she was usually so confident, and sure of herself. But now all she could think about was, what if everything went wrong.

You didn’t say anything, just waited, your eyes never leaving Paige’s. That was the thing about you– you were patient, always letting Paige take the lead.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is…I want you in my future. Not just as a team mate but more. You mean a lot to me. Not just on the court, but… in every way. I don’t want to mess things up, but I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel something more.”

You blinked, your expression unreadable. For a moment, Paige thought what she dreaded the most was happening, that she’d ruined everything and made a midrange. But then, you smiled – that slow, warm smile that always made Paige’s heart skip a beat.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” you said softly.

Paige felt a wave of relief wash over her, a grin spreading across her face. “So, where do we go from here?”

You chuckled, leaning back on the bleachers. “Wherever we want. We’re a team. We’ll figure it out together.”

Paige nodded, feeling the weight lift off her shoulders. She reached out her hand, it finding yours naturally. For the first time in a long time, Paige felt like everything was exactly where it was supposed to be. And the only thought in her mind now was her future… her future with you.

A/N: Not my best work 😔.

[flowerbitz]

x-men teacher headcanons bc we all deserve some silliness in our lives:

storm:

you see now she might be a very nice teacher but her first years must have been chaotic...she was definitely not ready to handle a class full of kids still, she learned to like it;

participated in the cheese touch game with the younger kids, no questions asked...

charles:

probably someone has told him "i like your cut g" and he just went on about his day...also there are "low taper fade" memes of him circling around the school gcs;

kids know better than acting nonchalant so they don't get picked but he still picks them anyways...you can't escape him basically;

jean:

watches the class like a hawk during tests...it's scary;

got convinced by her students to dress up as frankenstein (THE DOCTOR NOT THE MONSTER) so she just used her lab clothes the whole day...guess who was the monster;

logan:

tells kids to stay after class if he sees them cheat, does the "disappointed dad" stance before giving them detention;

a kid just straight up told him "type shit" when he gave them an idea for an essay, he tried not to laugh while the kid stared at him obviously nervous (pls i saw this on tik tok and thought it was funny);

scott:

fell out of his chair once, hit his head on the back of the black board and then on the ground...nobody will let that go, there's video proof and everything!!

he brings a "we are going to watch a movie today and it's a fucking 5 minute video" vibe to the class that earns him some side eyes;

(genuine question how tf do you get more colours for the text?? i seriously can't keep going with the same seven colours forever...help a girl out PLEASE!!)

[frickingnerd]

two can play that game

pairing: keigo takami / hawks x fem!reader

summary: during a pro hero gala, hawks plays hard to get, to gain your attention. turns out he doesn't like it when you turn the tables on him and spend your evening with someone else…

tags: jealous!hawks, hawks is a bit of an asshole in this, reader dances with endeavour, happy ending, hawks & reader dancing together, hawks apologizes

hawks had been ignoring you ever since you showed up at the party. the moment your eyes met, he turned away and quickly began talking to the nearest person, just so he wouldn't have to talk to you. and you had no idea why.

you thought about every possible explanation. had you upset him? was this just a misunderstanding? had he mistaken you for someone else? or was he really just angry at you because of something you had forgotten?

the first hour of the party, you spent the entire time just thinking about it. every time you tried to approach hawks, he turned away and quickly began to talk to someone else or even pulling one of the women onto the dancefloor with him.

it took you until two hours into the event to understand what was going on, when another pro hero pointed it out to you.

“oh, he's trying to get you to think about him! paying no attention to you to get you more interested, you know?”

suddenly it seemed so obvious to you.

his plan had worked flawlessly too, as you had done nothing but spend the last two hours sitting by yourself, wondering what possible reason hawks could have for ignoring you. but now you knew. and you weren't happy at all!

but, two could play that game.

if hawks wanted to ignore you and chat up other women to make you jealous and get your attention, then you could do the same! and you knew just which man to ask for a dance to get the attention of the number two hero…

“excuse me…”

you gently tapped the endeavor's shoulder, causing the older man to turn around and glance down at you.

“would you like to dance with me?”

the question seemed to be a bit of a surprise, yet enji quickly put away his glass and offered you his hand, which you happily took.

the two of you made your way onto the dancefloor and you could feel everyone's eyes on you. not just hawks was staring at you two, but so was everyone else. after all, you had the courage to ask the number one hero to dance. and he had actually said yes!

though the two of you barely even finished your dance. halfway through the song, keigo stormed onto the dancefloor, glaring at you two.

“excuse me, we're not done dancing. if you want to be my next partner, then you have to wait a bit longer”

you said calmly, struggling to keep that big grin off your lips. you could see it was bothering keigo and you were satisfied. finally, he got a taste of his own medicine. and he didn't seem to like it.

“enji, get your hands off her–! …please!”

keigo struggled to stay calm, speaking through gritted teeth and being even more formal than needed.

sadly, endeavor did as he was told, not interested in causing a scene. he just took a step back and smiled at you.

“perhaps we can continue our dance another time” he said, though mostly as a formality, before glancing towards keigo and leaving you two behind on the dance floor.

you were about to turn around and leave keigo standing by himself, when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer, his other hand quickly finding its way onto your waist.

“what do you think you're doing, hawks?”

you raised an eyebrow, attempting to pull your hand away, but his grip on it was too tight.

“it's keigo for you, sweetheart” he corrected you, slowly beginning to dance with you to the rhythm of the music. “and i'm getting the dance i deserve”

“ha!” you huffed amused. “last time i checked, you have been dancing with countless women tonight. i'm sure you don't need to dance with me as well”

“oh, have you been checking me out all night, sweetheart? i had no idea…” keigo hummed innocently, a satisfied smile on his lips. he had gotten to you and he knew it.

“and you? you've had your eyes on me too, right? that's why you always managed to turn away when i approached. and that's how you knew i was dancing with enji” you cocked up an eyebrow, staring into keigo's eyes. he tried to avoid eye contact, rolling his eyes, before pulling you closer.

“and? what if i did?” he just asked, a cocky smirk on his lips. “can't a man check out a beautiful woman?”

he was so full of himself. you pulled your hand out of his grasp, yet his other hand remained on your waist.

“if you think i'm beautiful, then be man enough to tell me that to my face. i don't appreciate you playing games with me. so, you can drop your little act and continue to dance with me or i'll leave and ask enji for another dance” you looked him deep in the eyes, this time without keigo turning away. “so, what will it be?”

for a moment, keigo remained quiet. he was likely waging the options in his head. but after a few more seconds, he sighed and pulled you close again.

“i'm sorry, i've been a bit of an asshole to you tonight…” he started, only for you to quickly interrupt him. “a bit?”

“okay okay, i've been a huge asshole! i should've known not to treat you like this. now, will you forgive me and continue to dance with me?”

keigo put on the best puppy eyes he could muster up. you knew you shouldn't reward him for this bad behavior. you knew you should tell him to prove that he means it and only then does he get another chance. but you were weak for him. and so, you sighed and gave in.

“i suppose i could let you have one more dance…”

[thehusbandoden]

You Flinch During an Argument -Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

A/n: This is a bit shorter than I'd like but it is what it is. If you'd like a longer or angstier version just shoot me an ask or comment <33

Fluffier than some of em

Slight angst to fluff/comfort | 455 words

Warnings!: Dusting things, taking anger out in unhealthy ways, and flinching. Please let me know if I miss any <3!

Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi

As Tomura's hand reached towards you you flinched back, causing the tramautized man to pause. Did you... think he was going to hit you?

All he was planning on doing was grabbing your chin to force you to look him in the eyes. Would it have been rough? Yes, yes it would have been, but he wasn't going to hurt you.

"Tomura.. I'm just going to go." You whisper, moving to leave the gamer's sloppy bedroom.

"But wai-" Tomura was interupted by the closing of his door, causing him to curse as he kicked a pile of dirty laundry, which tangled his foot and caused him to loose his balance and fall onto the floor.

Curses strung from Tomura's mouth as he dusted the pile of clothes. As the last shirt disintergrated Tomura felt a small stroke of calmness wash over his emotions, causing him to let out a little sigh. Looking around, Tomura decided he wanted to entirely calm down and knew exactly how to do it.

~~

After Tomura dusted every thing but his bed, tv, gaming console + controllers, and tv stand, Tomura sighed. Instead of the blazing anger he felt earlier he felt entirely calm, and ready to talk to you.

~~

Storming towards your room, Tomura didn't bother tearing open the door and walking in, glaring at Dabi who was snickering at his display of desperation.

"Tomura what the hec-"

"Shut up and listen." Tomura growled, climbing on top of you, much to your dismay.

"Tomu-"

"I said to shut up and listen!"

After you stopped talking Tomura sighed, resting his head on your chest as he played with your hair, thinking about what he was going to say next.

"Listen I- I didn't mean to scare you.. I wasn't going to hurt you . I promise you I wasn't.

"I know Tomura."

"Will you be qui- you do?"

"Yes.. I do. I mostly wanted to get out of there to avoid furhter conflict because I know how hot headed you get when you're angry and no matter what I do or say you won't listen.

"Hey-"

"Tomura.. I'm sorry about my part of things. I didn't mean to annoy you with my teasing. I was just having a fun time and didn't realize how ganged up on you felt."

"And I'm sorry for freaking out on you instead of trying to understand your point of view."

Giggling, you peck Tomura's forehead, moving to tangle your hand in Tomura's hair.

"I love you Tomura. So much."

"I love you to goregous."

~Bonus~

Hey Tomura?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm going to have to get you more clothes and furniture.. aren't I?"

"Mhmmm"

Simply sighing, you get back to playing with Tomura's hair peacefully.

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[far-side-skies]

stork stork stork stork for the bingo

Ah yes, the blorbo with a bodycount

Stork is well and truly unhinged and I love him for it. Go off, buddy. Have fun. Destroy all who seek to scratch the Condor's paintjob

[thegettingbyp2]

Babesss, i have been binge reading Coriolanus Snow x reader fic and i need therapy 😭

But i have a request if you’re up for it! You can just ignore if you don’t feel like it.

Can you write where reader is just as powerful and possessive as Corio is? And thats how he feel in love w her?

Theyre both possessive and obsessive to one another that they are always needing each other.

Told you i need therapy 😭😂

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You and Coriolanus were so similar, no one thought that you were going to be a good fit for each other. Actually, you both think that the fact you are so similar is the reason why you work so well together; you understand each other in a way that no one else would be able to. You didn’t know how to explain it, you just had this need to constantly be around him and he felt the exact same way towards you.

The two of you were currently at a party, celebrating the reaping of the first Hunger Games since Coriolanus had been sworn in as President. You’d been separated for the past hour or so, both of you being dragged away by others to either talk or dance so the moment you could get away, you went in search of him.

When you rounded a corner to see Coriolanus sitting with a girl on his lap, you saw red. Coriolanus was yours. You were the only one that could touch him. Not thinking, you stormed over to them, failing to notice Coriolanus’ eyes light up slightly when he saw you.

‘Well, it looks like you’re having a lovely time,’ you said in a sickly sweet voice as you smiled down at Coriolanus.

‘I’ve just been waiting for you to finish up your little dance, darling,’ Coriolanus replied smoothly, a smirk working its way onto his lips as he realised that your eyes were practically trained on where the girl had her hand wrapped around his arm. ‘I take it you’re ready to go?’ he asked, making to move the girl away from him and stand up.

‘Oh, not at all! I was just making sure that you were okay, I’m actually going to go and see if I can have another dance with Flickerman.’ You leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek, grinning when you heard his breath hitch slightly before standing back up and walking away.

You were about halfway through your third dance with the News Reporter and you could feel Coriolanus’s eyes on you the whole time. Deciding to rile him up and give him a taste of his own medicine, you stepped even closer to Lucreatius, smiling up at him charmingly.

‘Can we expect you and the President at the opening of the games this year?’ he asked, unaware of the fact you were both being watched like a hawk.

‘Of course, you’d have to tie us both down to keep us away,’ you replied, laughing lightly. The sound of your laughter across the room had the hairs on the nape of Coriolanus’ neck pricking up. That was the moment he knew he needed to intervene.

‘Sorry to interrupt but we really need to be going.’ You felt Coriolanus’s arm wrap around your waist from behind as he subtly yanked you into his chest, away from Flickerman. His voice sounded tight and you couldn’t help but smirk at how he was trying to control himself.

‘But, we’re having so much fun!’ you exclaimed, turning around to face him, batting your eyelashes at him. Coriolanus’s arm tightened around you before looking back up at Lucreatius.

‘Thank you for keeping her entertained but we really do need to go,’ he excused you both before practically dragging you out of the party.

The second you were both home and the door was closed behind you, Coriolanus pulled you into a bruising kiss, his hands keeping you pressed up against him. Your hands slid up his back until they were fisted in the hair at the nape of his neck before breaking the kiss, tugging at his hair.

‘I didn’t like seeing you with that girl on your lap,’ you said, your grip tightening when you thought back to the party. ‘You’re mine, Corio.’

‘And I think you need to remember, my love, that you’re mine as well,’ he replied, pulling your own hair back, causing you to lose your grip on him. ‘I didn’t ask for that girl to approach me, you sought out Flickerman, giggling whenever he’d say the slightest thing, pressing this body, that belongs to me, up against him, all for the sole purpose of making a point.’ Coriolanus dipped his head down to press open-mouthed kisses to your neck, scraping your skin with his teeth when he heard your breath hitch.

You were quick to pull his lips back up to yours, pushing him backwards until he was seated on the couch, pulling you down with him until you were straddling his hips. His hands made their way down your body, pushing your dress up around your hips, groaning when he saw you had no underwear on. ‘You’re really pushing it tonight, my love.’

‘I’m only pushing it because you pushed me,’ you said, your hands going straight for his trousers, pushing them down far enough to free his cock. You pumped him up and down a couple of times before raising up on your knees, lining his cock up at your entrance and sinking down on him. You kept your eyes trained on him, almost daring him to lose his composure, only to be met with his cool eyes staring back at you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he began to move your hips, making you bounce up and down on him. He tilted his head forward until his forehead was pressed against yours and he was staring deep into your eyes.

‘You’re mine, (Y/N), aren’t you?’ he said lowly, not one breaking eye contact as he bucked his hips up against yours, making a whine escape your throat, your eyes closing involuntarily. All of a sudden, you felt one of his hands wrap around your neck, forcing your eyes to snap back open. ‘Answer me, my love,’ his voice turned almost sinisterly sweet and you found yourself nodding.

‘All yours.’

‘Good.’ He pressed his lips back to yours as his hips started thrusting into your roughly from underneath you. Pressing your hands against his chest, you leaned in close, skin tingling at the feeling of his breaths coming out in pants against your shoulder.

‘Though you know you’re mine too, Corio, right?’ When he refused to answer, you slowed the movements of your hips down, feeing smug when he let out a quiet whimper. ‘Answer me, Coriolanus.’ You said, copying his earlier words and pressing a single kiss to his jawline.

‘Yes, I’m all yours.’

‘That’s what I thought,’ you whispered into his ear before picking your pace up.

[deusvervewrites]

Ask Game: Izuku is a DnD Druid.

On a space station in the Aletheia Star System--a Science-Fantasy Space-Opera-type setting--an experiment was conducted to open a portal into subspace. The hope was to achieve a new form of FTL travel by taking a quick shortcut outside of spacetime. It... didn't work as planned. Instead, the portal opened a hole into another dimension, snagging small child Midoriya Izuku and dragging him through. "Well Shit," said the scientists. "We just committed the most expensive and convoluted kidnapping in history, on accident." So they decided to take responsibility for this fuckup and take care of him while they tried to figure out how to send him home.

In typical Space Opera fashion, an evil wizard decided to conquer the galaxy as one does, so before the scientists could finish their work to send Midoriya home, the station was besieged and Midoriya ended up getting sent off in a shuttle, landing on a verdant planet home to powerful nature spirits.

The spirits performed an organ transplant using something that's kind of an organ and kind of a seed which connects him with insects, and taught Midoriya the art of nature magic. Eventually Midoriya left, armed with his newfound training and powers. looking for a way to return home.

The aforementioned evil wizard has the subspace portal because of course so Midoriya ends up part of the team of plucky heroes out to stop their machinations. After their victory, Midoriya says his goodbyes and finally returns to Japan. Inko has never been happier in her life than when he arrives at their door.

Midoriya still wants to be a Hero more than anything, even after all this shit he went through in Aletheia. And hey, his new seed-organ-implant-thing gives him some fucking crazy recon powers (plus basically supercomputer brain like what I headcanon Hawks has) in addition to nature magic and shapeshifting, so he's ready to take UA by storm. The real question is if UA is ready for him.

[taelonsamada]

I practically went into a fugue state when writing this 🤣 it is fully unedited, all but vomited up, but @dawnofiight got this into my head and I had to get it onto paper as soon as I could 🤣 (paper being figurative in this case) I’m sorry if it feels a bit rushed or out of character, I just had to get it out!! So have livestreamer/blogger Sam on his homestead he lovingly tends with horror gamer Darlin 😁

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“I’m particularly excited about this one, we just finished renovating the chicken coop, so now—Ah! George! Knock it off! Hey!”

Sam did a quick side step to dodge the goat head that had snaked out at his ankles, stopping in his tracks to point a warning finger at the brown and white beast that barely came past his knees. The two of them locked in a standoff with Sam’s work boots as the prize for the victor. Never mind that they were still on Sam’s damned feet, or that the entire thing was being captured by the phone currently in Sam’s hand, which was of course being livestreamed to the twenty thousand followers he’d managed to amass the last couple months.

Because that was absolutely Sam’s luck.

The stare down lasted a moment longer before ‘George’ decided the boots weren’t quite worth what the glint in Sam’s eyes meant, plodding off to likely find something else to chew on. Sam shook his head with a heavy sigh and a crooked grin, raking his fingers through his hair before resuming his walk. “I swear, I’d have made that bastard into a stew ages ago if he didn’t give his some of the best damned babies I’ve ever seen in my life. Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, this is the chicken coop we just finished redoing.”

Flipping the livestream to the front camera, Sam began panning the phone across the large chicken run he and Darlin’ had just finished yesterday, pride heavy in his voice. “It’s got twice the floorspace now, so they got a proper run they can explore while still havin’ a roof over their head, which’ll keep ‘em safe from the hawks and eagles. And we got this thick wood along the base to keep the coyotes from gettin’ too nosy as well. Still gotta watch for ‘em cause they’re tricky bastards, but at least we’re making their job harder on em.”

The phone turned a bit more, revealing Darlin’ crouched down inside the actual coop itself, cooing at some freshly hatched chicks as they changed out their feed and water. Their head popped up to smile and wave at Sam, who immediately waved back, a fond, warm look in his eyes. His chest aching with happiness at seeing how well they’d taken to the ‘homesteading’ life.

Knowing how drastic a change it was from the city life they were used to, the fact that they seemed to be thriving in the countryside with him only had him even more convinced he must have done something damned impressive in a previous life to be rewarded like this.

Of course, one could also argue he was equally punished for whatever he did whenever they asked him to join him on on of those horror games they would play on their own stream. Darlin’s fans loved it when he showed up, mainly because of all the cursing and yelling he’d let out during said games. He wasn’t sure what it was; horror movies were a delight for him, but there was just something about the games that had him sweating up a storm. His own subscribers also loved it when he joined in, though it was moreso to see a different side of him, since he was usually more reserved on his own channel.

That thought had him glancing to his phone to check on his livesteam, and he cursed as he saw his thumb had hit the camera flip button at some point while he was staring at Darlin’. The entire chat was losing its mind over the look he’d had on his face while he was watching Darlin’. Countless messages about being ‘moony-eyed’, ‘starstruck’, ‘down bad’ and ‘the ultimate simp’.

Instantly his face took on his usual stern, furrowed huff, shaking his head with a dramatic sigh. “Y’all are bigger fuckin’ animals than the ones I feed, I swear. Keep that up and I won’t show you Moonpie,” he warned, referring to the newly born calf that the chat demanded daily updates on. He smirked crookedly at seeing all the panicked gif reactions, pleas for forgiveness and accusations of being a bully. “Mm… lucky for y’all, Moonpie is a huge diva and loves the attention, so—Dammit, George!”

The camera swung wildly, dropping to show an angled view of the brown and white goat with his teeth locked around the tongue of Sam’s boot, tugging and yanking in an attempt to tear a hunk of the expensive leather free. “I swear, I’m cookin’ you tonight!”

[vigilskeep]

why the kirkwall chantry is dedicated to hessarian, and why that gives us more than just a cooler name for it with a sexy accusatory nickname for anders in there somewhere: an illustrated guide!

(wait, wait, please remind me who hessarian even is, i hear you ask. hessarian was the tevinter archon who ordered andraste’s execution on the pyre. but struck with guilt at the last minute, he mercifully (i GUESS) killed andraste with a sword rather than let her suffer in the fire. he converted to andrastianism a decade later and took the rest of the imperium with him. he’s really popular in tevinter because, you know, he kind of improves their whole role in the story, and the chantry there likes to think he’s the most important disciple. you may recognise him from being one of the spirits in the urn of sacred ashes gauntlet, from the lore behind the blade of mercy gift for fenris, and the ‘blades of hessarian’ group on the storm coast in inquisition.)

okay, let’s first get the basics down: why do i think the kirkwall chantry is dedicated to hessarian? merrill, our glamorous tour guide to andrastian nonsense, is going to show us why

here’s merrill examing the architecture of the kirkwall chantry. and it’s covered in this guy!

how do we know this guy is hessarian? let’s compare it to some other, canonical andrastion depictions of the latecomer disciple. hessarian is typically depicted with some type of crown or headwear to demonstrate his status in tevinter, robes to denote him as a mage, a long beard probably also symbolic of tevinter culture at the time, and, of course, his blade of mercy. we can see all of these on the figure repeatedly shown in and outside the kirkwall chantry, as well as a certain similarity in the face to the other depictions.

here’s another variant of how the kirkwall chantry depicts the blade of mercy! these are Everywhere, including right over the doors.

and here’s more variants of the same figure inside. he’s carrying some kind of incense burner instead of a sword here, but it’s clearly the same face with the same crown and that classic hessarian beard. note his position of power flanking the enormous andraste figure.

so... why does that matter? isn’t it just a repeated asset?

no, it’s CRAZY actually. and here’s a couple reasons why!

(fascinated by genitivi’s word choice of glitzy mansions, btw.)

firstly, the kirkwall chantry’s dedication to hessarian’s figure is one of the biggest markers that it, along with the gallows and the darkspawn, is a legacy of tevinter. as i said, he’s the favourite there. kirkwall was once emerius under tevinter’s rule, and from the moment we see the weeping twins that welcome you into the city, we’re supposed to remember that the city of chains has not changed all that much. just as emerius’ prisons now incarcerate mages, its industry is now powered by refugees, and the worst parts of its lowtown hold elves probably just as they once did, its magisters’ estates continue to hold the most powerful voices in the city: in this case, that of the chantry and grand cleric elthina. the hessarian statues that demonstrate the chantry’s wealth and power are inarguably either tevinter made or at least made in their style, with such similarity to the statues of slaves that terrorise the gallows courtyard. hightown is no more free of that inheritance than the circle.

secondly, the focus on hessarian can’t be an accident in dragon age 2, a game obsessed with the mercy kill. “without an end, there can be no peace,” says flemeth. somebody has to kill wesley rather than watch him turn into a ghoul. anders has to kill karl. hawke possibly has to kill their other sibling if they catch the taint in the deep roads. varric can kill bartrand when he goes insane. killing the serial killer of elven children rather than letting his madness continue is one of the most universally approved decisions in the game. in her last words, leandra thanks you for ending the mage keeping her alive with twisted necromancy, even if, and especially because, it means the end of her suffering in death. merrill has to kill a possessed keeper marethari. many more can be killed for being “too dangerous” to live, like the blood mage idunna. orsino is slain by hawke after transforming into a monster he would never have wanted to be. there’s probably a dozen more examples i can think of. and of course, in one of the most game-defining decisions hawke has to make, there’s the option to kill anders after the destruction of the kirkwall chantry. merciful is not the word i would use for that, but it has certainly been framed that way. i suppose that’s the same as what i think of hessarian’s actions, isn’t it? (we’re focusing on the andrastian relevance here and not the godawful treatment of mentally ill people in this game, btw, although. yikes.)

“don’t compare yourself to andraste,” says sebastian to anders. he could try telling the game that. hawke gets cast into a lot of roles, but when anders believes they will kill him, he’s casting himself as the martyred andraste, dying to burn rebellion into the face of thedas, and hawke as his hessarian, quick with the merciful blade. i suppose it’s fitting that the kirkwall chantry should be consecrated in the image of its champion. and that the chantry covered in that image gets destroyed moments before hawke makes their choice, if they decide to make a different one. it’s also worth mentioning that meredith is a mimic of andraste, too, with her stolen crown, making anders and meredith obvious combatants for andraste’s legacy in the game. hawke doesn’t get much command of the narrative, but maybe they can at least dodge being anders’ hessarian, if they choose.

idk i think it’s really fucking cool and we should talk about it more, basically! there’s a lot of other angles to take. hessarian is such a fun lore figure to explore. for example, i didn’t even get into the prominence of an andrastian mage figure here, or that the blade of mercy is the symbol of the templar order and was invoked even earlier, in dao, as the “blade of mercy” by traumatised mages who desperately sought to be purified by the templars’ judgement.

also, i think ‘the chantry of hessarian’s mercy’ sounds good. maybe ‘the chantry of our lady’s spilled blood’? that could be sexy. whatever. i’m workshopping it