#the fact that A was originally a place holder for his name and then i just said thats actually ur name now sorry

[bf-rally]

im messing around with possible art styles for the bfs and avatars

i wanted to do chibis originally, but now considering just doing something else for detail sake (especially in the clothing cause thats most important to me lol)

anyways heres sketches and a close up of A

[heartchoi]

tutor ㅡ c.sb

pairing: tutor!soobin x fem!reader

wc: 1.1k

warnings: dom!soobin, sub!reader, clothed sex, unprotected, creampie, slight overstim, dirty talk, cockwarming, pet names, dacryphilia, (Kind of) dumbification, a bit of possessive soobie at the end

(continuation of this blurb)

originally, soobin was supposed your english tutor.

however, you think that you’ve gone too far to consider soobin as just your tutor now. not after this.

it’s quite unclear how you’ve gotten yourself here; sitting on soobin’s lap while his huge cock rests inside you, filling you to the hilt. a discarded stack of books are pushed onto the side of your desk, a witness to the situation you’re both in.

soobin bounces his leg, laughing at the way you whimper, clamping your walls on his dick immediately. “please,” you gasp. “don’t tease, soobin- fuck!” you whine, soobin bouncing his leg again. “do you want me to fuck you?” he asks, mock sympathy in his voice.

“tell me, pretty girl.” soobin turns your head gently to face him, flashing a dimpled smile once you meet eyes. god, it’s hard to believe that this is the man whose huge cock is buried deep in your guts. “tell me, how badly do you need me?” he rolls his hips slightly, the tip of his cock pressing against a spot that had your eyes rolling back. “can’t speak? i haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”

soobin chuckles at the effect he has on you, a mess already and all he’s done is let you cockwarm him. “i’m sorry, baby.” he whispers. wet tears filled your eyes from desperation and the pleasure of just having his cock inside you. you’re only able to blink before the tears drop, and stream down your face in tiny wet streams.

soobin kisses the tears away gently, softly apologizing as he promises to fuck you like a proper man should.

soobin kisses the tears away gently, softly apologizing as he promises to fuck you like a proper man should.

carefully, soobin sets aside the stray pencils and pens that littered your desk, opting to put them in a ceramic pen holder nearby. he lifts you easily before setting you on the desk.

you’re finally allowed to get a good look at him as you face soobin, his cock throbbing inside your heat. hair messily framed his face, strands falling in between his eyes and nose while his dress shirt continues to cover his figure. a few buttons have been undone at the top, courtesy of your desire for him. his jeans and belt were barely halfway down his thighs, clear evidence that you both were too horny and impatient to undress fully.

damn. he looks nice.

soobin brings an arm under your thigh. lifting it slightly over his shoulder. his free hand reaches up to grab one of your boobs, kneading the flesh.

“are you ready for me? i won’t be gentle.” he says, eyes boring into yours. you gulp, nodding your head. a fresh wave of arousal wets his cock. soobin hums, pulling out until the blunt head rests in between your folds before plunging himself right back in. the powerful thrust rips a cry out of you, there was no way he wasn’t going to fuck you stupid by the time he was finished with you.

"ah, you're tight." soobin groans out, bucking his hips into yours. "might fuck you like this every time i see you. maybe you'd actually pay attention to your lessons, hm?"

the words barely registered in your head, already too cock drunk to think straight. "thats what you are, isn’t it? just a doll for me to fuck into place." soobin hums. you whine incoherently, agreeing to whatever he said despite the fact you don't know what the hell he's talking about.

the only thing on your mind is how fucking huge his dick is, gliding smoothly inside you and hitting all the right places.

soobin's husky voice continues to feed dirty thoughts into your ear, the raspy tone sending vibrations through your body. his hips barrel into yours repeatedly, the sound of skin slapping becoming louder and louder. strings of wetness connect the two of you, the fresh waves of slick from your pussy covering both your thighs.

a tight knot forms in your stomach. tears flow down your face again, the pleasure too much for your body and mind to handle. soobin grins as he presses his forehead against yours. "does it feel too good, baby?" he asks. "i know, my cock just feels so good, doesn't it?" soobin brings a thumb to your cheek, wiping away a single tear. "what do you want, pretty? use your words. i know you can do it." he stares straight into your eyes, never breaking the eye contact. the man wants nothing more but for you to tell him directly what you want, it seems.

"i..." you stutter. "i wan.. want to come. p-please." soobin flashes a toothy grin, an innocent face compared to the way he changes his pace inside you; rutting into you like it's the end of the world. "is that so? come on my cock then."

soobin delivers a few more thrusts, and your vision turns white from how strong your orgasm is. by the time you come to, theres an increased wetness between the two of you, soobin's thighs covered in your sweet nectar.

and yet, he's still fucking you.

the sensitivity makes you moan, telling him that it's "too much" and that you "can't handle it." soobin hushes you, pressing a finger to your lips. "wait for me." he says, sternly.

soobin's thrusts grow harsher and harsher as he nears his climax. theres no way he hasnt dug into your stomach at this point, you think. his movements become rougher as well, groping your tits and sucking hickeys on any fresh skin he can get his hands on. "you're mine now, baby. no one can fuck you as well as i can." he growls. the newly possessive nature of his makes you moan out his name.

"fuck, you're so hot. you don't know how long i've been waiting to do this. say my name again." he demands. "s- soobin!" you cry out for him. soobin's thrusts falter, becoming sloppier and sloppier as he lets out a loud, breathy moan into your ear. "good girl."

minutes feel like hours when he finally gasps, pushing himself inside of you as far as he can before he fills you. warm, white ropes of cum paint your insides, marking himself inside of you. soobin pants exhaustedly, pulling out his softened cock before flopping back into the chair behind him.

"fuck."

[a-little-unsteddie]

stuck in your throat || 1.2

1.1 | [here] | 1.3 | 1.4 | 1.5

if this seems familiar, it is because this contains part of the initial preview, if not all of it. next part will have all new content and be nearly as long as this one! woo! i’m pretty sure there’s 5 parts to chapter one, but i may be wrong, so i’ll correct it if necessary later.

The next few days passed in a blur of submitting applications and answering calls from random numbers, hoping that it was one of the places he applied to and not some scam call trying to get money out of him. It happened more than Steve thought it would, but unfortunately it did not surprise him, given he usually had unknown callers blocked.

“Hello?” Steve answered, having learned to not open the call with who was answering without knowing who was calling from one too many scam calls

“Is this Steve Harrington?” A soft feminine voice asked, taking Steve by surprise.

“May I ask who’s calling?” Steve asked, not willing to concede his identity until he knew it wasn’t someone looking to sell him ‘Alpha Pills’ or something just as ridiculous.

“Of course! My name is Chrissy Cunningham, you sent in an application for being a full time nanny and tutor?” She responded with a cheerful voice. “I can’t really go much more in depth without an NDA being signed.”

Recognition zapped through Steve’s body and he sat up in his seat. “Oh! Yes, I’m Steve. Um. I’d be happy to sign an NDA, just may I ask why?”

“Yes, you may! My client is a big fan of privacy and only agreed to hire someone if they were under an NDA for the protection of their pup.” aaand all of Steve’s anxiety surrounding the NDA pretty much melted away. Sure, maybe it was a bit much to do, and sure, now he was dying with curiosity to know just who he had ended up applying to, but the knowledge that the NDA was for the protection of the pup soothed any anxiety Steve had originally felt about signing an NDA. In fact, it kind of made his omega perk up. He shook off the feeling, focusing on Chrissy.

“That’s actually really relieving to hear,” Steve said with a laugh. “When or where can I sign the NDA?” he questioned, wondering when Robin would be home so he could tell her.

“Well, first, you and I will do a preliminary interview, just like any other job interview. Then, if all goes well, I’ll send you an email containing the NDA for you to review and sign,” Chrissy explained clearly and cheerfully. “After you sign the NDA, my client will perform an in-person interview and then we’ll go from there.”

“That all seems pretty straight forward so far,” Steve replied, standing from where he had been lounging on the couch. He walked to the kitchen, where he and Robin had put up a magnetic whiteboard calendar to fill with each of their schedules and plans. He grabbed the blue marker, his color, and prepared to jot down when they’d have the interview.

“Perfect! Happy to hear it,” Chrissy said with an audible smile.

“When will the interview with you be?” Steve asked, biting his lip as he stared at the calendar, which had sparsely been marked with his blue marker, even since starting this job hunt. Robin’s plans were in red, and was much more abundant due to having three part time jobs.

“Well, as soon as possible, really. If you’re available now, we could take care of it right away.” the woman responded, sounding like she was walking into another room.

“Oh!” Steve exclaimed, recapping the marker and returning it to the pen holder. “Yes, of course. I’m available now.”

“Perfect!” Chrissy’s voice sounded from Steve’s phone as the omega walked back to the living room and sat on the couch. “So, starting off pretty easy here, what made you apply for this position?”

Steve thought back and grimaced at the reminder that it was Robin who had submitted his application to this particular job. He wasn’t about to admit that, though, and quickly found a more appropriate response.

“Well, I love taking care of pups, and I just got my teacher’s license a month ago,” Steve explained, which wasn’t a lie, so he figured it was probably as good of an answer as any. “I also saw that this job traveled, and my best friend thought that it’d be good for me.”

“Yes, that was going to be part of this conversation, too. So, you’re obviously alright with the traveling, then?” Chrissy asked and Steve heard what he thought could be pen scratching as she wrote notes. He swallowed thickly, suddenly anxious about what she was writing. He decided to ignore his anxiety, even as his scent soured around him with it.

“Oh, yes, traveling is more than okay,” Steve agreed immediately, “but it’s more important to me that I’ll be taking care of a pup, if I’m honest.”

This statement seemed to pique Chrissy’s attention, as the writing stopped for a moment. “Why is that?” she eventually asked.

Steve winced, wondering if he should be up front about it or not. If Robin were here, she would insist that he was honest. He decided on a half-truth.

“I’ve always wanted pups, and a lot of them,” Steve admitted, fidgeting with a loose piece of thread on the couch. He switched which arm was holding the phone, as he had started to get a little sore from holding it up for so long. “But I don’t have a partner, so I can’t really have my own right now. I discovered through babysitting for one of my neighbors that I have a knack for taking care of pups.”

The scratching noise was back as Chrissy listened to his responses. Steve was nervous he wasn’t doing well, but figured that it wasn’t going bad if she wasn’t suddenly calling the interview short.

“Your resume says that you’re good in high stress situations,” Chrissy said after a couple seconds of silence as she wrote down whatever notes she was taking. Steve briefly wondered if he should be doing the same thing. “I’m going to give you an example scenario, and you’re going to tell me how you’d respond.”

“Sounds simple enough,” Steve agreed, trying not to let his voice betray how anxious he was.

“For the sake of simplicity, we’ll say the pup’s name is Rosie,” she informed him before she continued to describe the scenario. “You’re taking Rosie to the park, when suddenly there is a crowd of people surrounding you and you lose sight of her. What do you do?”

Steve thought the scenario was odd, but not ‘out there’ enough to alarm him. He thought about his answer for a moment before replying.

“I would try to follow her scent, first, because that will usually lead me to any pup I’ve babysat. If that doesn’t work, I will call out for her. If the situation is bad enough, I would contact the authorities, and either you or Rosie’s father.” he paused for a second before continuing, trying to make sure he covered all of his bases. “But honestly? If Rosie is small enough, I would have rather carried her once I saw the crowd, or hold her hand, for the reason of lowering my chances of separation.”

Silence that’s only broken up by the scratching of pen against paper followed, and Steve was suddenly anxious that he answered incorrectly. He answered what he would do if it were his own pup, but what if that wasn’t right? What if he wasn’t cut out for this job?

“Alright, next scenario,” Chrissy said, moving swiftly onto the next one without commenting on his answer; Steve didn’t know if he preferred her not acknowledging it or if he would prefer to be told his answer was shitty up front. The next few scenarios were just as oddly specific, but Steve answered them exactly as he did the first one. He tried to not overthink his answers too much because between each one there would be a stretch of time that Chrissy used to presumably write his answers down.

“One last question and then we should be good to move forward.” Chrissy said a good twenty minutes of questions later. “When would you be available to start working?”

Steve’s eyebrows raised, surprised that he was seemingly, maybe being offered the job. “Um—immediately. I would need time to pack, but other than that, I’m free.”

“Wonderful,” Chrissy said cheerfully. “Alright, now it’s your turn. Do you have any questions for me?”

Steve hummed, trying to go through his usual list of questions he asked during interviews that hadn't already been answered and came up empty. “Not at the moment, but I’ll make sure to write any I think of down, if I do.”

“Perfect! So, I will consult with my client, and I have a few other applicants that are interested, but so far, you are my top pick, but I don’t make the decisions,” Chrissy laughed, as if Steve was in on the joke. He laughed with her, not knowing what else he should have done. So, maybe not a job offer, but it sounded promising anyway. “I will be in contact in a few days, three at most.”

“Sounds good, thank you so much for considering me, Chrissy,” he responded with a smile, hoping to leave one last good impression.

The line went dead, and Steve was left sitting on his couch, staring blankly at the tv, which was frozen on some dumb reality show that he had put on to fill the silence before he’d gotten the call. He wanted to jump up and dance around, but ultimately decided he would wait until he could do it with Robin.

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[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Overheard AU.

This is a very rough draft of an AU I wrote ages ago but haven't polished. Thought I might post it to see thoughts.

Summary: You really shouldn't talk about secrets in an open area like the street.

-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-

It starts with Tanaka Jin. He’s nothing special. He’s just a man with a sick child who is a fan of All Might. He’s lost his job and he’s struggling to find a new one when he barely has any worthwhile skills. He has a license for Quirk use given he can’t turn his off, but most are weirded out by his ability to be able to tell exactly what you want to eat.

He’s nothing special and when he sees All Might saving a kid from a villain made of sludge he stops to point his camera at the man. When he sees the hero run off, he follows. He wants his son to be happy, stuck in the hospital all day. Maybe a picture or video of the man a little closer will take his son’s mind off the bills the boy knows is piling up.

What he finds is All Might deflating and revealing a secret to a young boy.

He gets it on film.

Tanaka isn’t a bad man. He’s nothing special

But he’s a desperate man.

He would delete the video but he thinks of his son in the hospital, ill and not getting better. He thinks of the fact he lost his job. He thinks of his dead wife. He thinks of the fact the bills are getting higher and the fact he has very little in savings.

He’s not a bad man. Just desperate.

Later it’s what prevents him from being punished with more than probation.

-0-

The news doesn’t run the video for a week. They want to check and double-check it, make sure it’s real.

It is and it runs on a Friday morning.

All Might learns about it when his PR agent blows up his phone, screaming. He watches it as his agent rants.

“I need to go.” He tells her and she stops.

“It’s true isn’t it.”

He doesn’t answer, just hangs up and runs.

His agent, a young woman named Akiko who refuses to use her last name and has a Quirk that has her gain energy from the sun, swears. Loudly and colorfully in seven different languages before she grabs her laptop.

Fuck you Yagi, she thinks before she throws herself into work.

Meanwhile, Izuku and his mother stare at the TV. It’s a day off of school thanks to a villain attack- though online schooling was there as was common for those incidents- and Izuku had just returned from his run when the video played.

His mother watches and then turns to him. He stared at her.

“... I believe in you.” She says and she means it even as her heart screams and her worries fill her. She believes in him. She knows he wants to be a hero, knows he’d claw and climb his way to it and she knows he’ll be hurt.

A Quirk will help him.

Izuku breaks down in his mother’s arms as she hugs him.

Toshinori shows up and knocks on the door while Izuku begins a light workout, worried about the media. Inko lets him in and they sit down to speak, all three.

The secret is out and Inko prepares for a press conference with Akiko while Toshinori calms Izuku and promises he won’t change his mind even if others offer.

It’s the start of a future with the two women threatening the men in their lives, while the men leave the women to their plotting.

It’s safer that way.

-0-

The press conference takes place a week and two days after the video is released. All Might stands there with Izuku by his side, both dressed nicely.

All Might deflates a minute in and listens to the yelling.

“Please, calm down,” he asks and they listen, waiting. “It is true. My Quirk is known as One for All and is able to be passed from holder to holder as a sacred torch. And yes, I am going to be passing it down due to an injury that has severely limited me these past years.” Izuku is shaking beside him but manages to give a small smile to the crowd. “Young Midoriya Izuku is my chosen successor and has started his training already.”

“What’s his original Quirk?!” Shouts a voice and Toshinori makes a choice. It wasn’t bad when he was young but he’s heard things, seen how other pros wrinkle their noses and make comments, he’s seen the rise in statistics.

He doesn’t know but he’s aware.

“Like I am, Midoriya is biologically Quirkless.” He speaks and he sees the young boy turn to stare while everyone falls silent. “Due to this, we need to do a very hard workout for him to be able to earn the Quirk before the entrance exams.” He continued, ignoring the questions as he gave a small overview of his Quirk, admitting it also stockpiled Quirks and that was why he could hover for long periods of time. He spoke fondly of his mentor before he finally opened the floor to questions.

“Why chose Midoriya? Is it due to your shared origins?” Asks one.

“I chose him due to him showing me what it means to be a hero again. He inspired me to push beyond my time limit to save someone and I knew I had found my successor in a young teen who would run to help someone no matter what.” Vague and simple.

“Midoriya, what do you think of this?”

“... uh it’s a dream come true. I’ve always admired All Might and training with him is amazing.” Young Midoriya says and Toshinori smiles at him before the questions continue.

“All Might! Why not give it to someone with a Quirk?” Toshinori wants to growl. He wants to glare.

Instead, he lets Midoriya speak.

“Well as he said it can also potentially stockpile Quirks to. It makes sense to occasionally have a Quirkless successor to keep them low. Too many can potentially destroy a body due to the unstable factor of the Quirks.” Midoriya offers.

“Are you worried about Quirk Singularity?” Asks another paper. Midoriya perks up so Toshinori lets him continue.

“Oh! Well potentially? It makes sense but that’s just one theory and while it is possible that Quirks are outgrowing humans, human adaptability means that most likely we will create things to help us. Most likely support gear or the such. Though there is also the Wave Theory that shows some promise but then if that happens we don’t need to worry about to many Quirks stockpiling.”

“Wave Theory?” Asks a few reporters. Izuku blinks and then continues.

“The Wave Theory was proposed a few years back. Basically, the idea is that various myths, legends, and folklore are actually signs of Quirks. A scientist proposed the Wave Theory as a theory in which every few hundred or so years humans gain powers for a period of time before they vanish.” Midoriya explains. “It makes sense when you look at it. Magic and accusations of witchcraft could have been Quirks, while various sightings of dragons, elves and so on could have been mutations…”

“... why has this theory never been known before?!?” Asks a reporter who has pulled out a different notebook to write this down. Midoriya’s face falls.

“The one who did the research and created the theory was a Quirkless scientist who was murdered. No effort to find her killer was ever found and because she was Quirkless her research was never believed.” Midoriya says bluntly. Silence fills the room. “Her name was Dr. Kennedy Johnson and she was American.”

The conference ends on a quiet note. Toshinori can see their eyes.

They’re thinking statistics themselves.

He places a hand on Midoriya’s shoulders and the boy smiles at him.

He smiles back.

-0-

At UA, a teacher without a class watches the conference and sighs.

“You want me to help?” He asks his boss and the white rodent laughs.

“Oh yes. He needs a helping hand I think.” Aizawa Shouta groans but smirks to himself.

This could be interesting.

-0-

Now that the secret was out, now that people spoke about it to each other, heroes began picking up patrols. They made sure to be seen, made sure to do their job.

Some so they could rise in the ranks. Some because a part of them looks at All Might with a hole in his side and still working to his limit and feel guilt.

A few because they recognize that boy and feel guilt as well.

One because he’s angry and bitter and hates the fact that he will never beat All Might now. That everything was for nothing and that he had done what he’d done for nothing.

But they patrol. And some make sure to swing by where the tiny successor goes to school and lives, to keep him safe.

The police do too. They watch and keep an eye out. This boy will receive a Quirk bigger than him. He’s a successor to an empire. He cannot fall.

Teachers at Izuku’s school begin treating him differently. They try to win his favour. Izuku ignores it, not caring.

It’s only now they care? Only now they want him to like them?

He gets angry and rants to his mom, rants to All Might about it, and both promise to come down hard on Aldera. Just not yet. Izuku is too busy, too focused. He can’t have a scandal now.

Pity he won’t get a choice.

-0-

Bullies don’t go away because someone becomes popular. Some do but others, others angry that the Quirkless freak, the Quirkless waste of space is getting a Quirk, getting what they should have…

They don’t.

They plan it out, and approach Bakugou Katsuki for help.

Katsuki is an angry child. He’s angry and bitter and he’s got a complex about being the best. He has to be the best. Deku, stupid Deku, has always looked down on him he knows this-

He ignores the whispers he’s an idiot and he had fallen from a high spot and of course someone would check on him-

He doesn’t think, not really. In another life he would throw himself at a boy his first day of school, risking it all. In another life he would ignore orders not to use gauntlets that could kill during an exercise because he thinks Deku looks down upon him. In another life he would push and push and force himself into something because he wants to know the secret. All his life consequences have missed him due to his Quirk, due to the fact no one cares about the Quirkless boy. Katsuki is a genius, but he is still a boy confined by his own thoughts and beliefs.

Is it any surprise he joins a plan to beat down Deku? Any surprise he wants Deku to know his place?

They corner Deku after school, right behind it. A teacher sees but looks away. They agree with the boys. Others deserve it more.

The groups only can do a bit of damage before a grey scarf is tanking them away, as wood grabs them and as a voice shouts.

“Don’t you move, I’m going to be looking into why a teacher let this happen.”

Aizawa looks down at the young boy and sees another in his place and knows in his bones that he won’t let this kid fail, even as he drags away the boys, grabbing the teacher who looks pale.

He will make sure this kid succeeds.

No one notices the reporter until the next day when the papers scream:

ALL MIGHT’S SUCCESSOR BEATEN WHILE TEACHER WATCHES.

It’s a storm and a half. Aldera is torn apart and every way they had treated Izuku is released by the young secretary who had cared for him and tried to help.

People are asked opinions and heroes glare at the school. They snarl out opinions and spit out their thoughts. UA releases a statement they will help with the lawyers if needed as does a hundred different schools. Some offer to have Izuku complete his final year with them.

It’s a mess. More so when Endeavour speaks.

“Endeavour!” One reporter manages to corner him. “What are your thoughts on the Aldera situation?”

“... one of my sons is Quirkless. The entire reason he is homeschooled is to prevent things like Aldera from happening to him.” Endeavour spits out. “Places like Aldera are cesspools.”

“Why didn’t anyone know about this?” Asks the reporter. “Why hide your-“

“My wife wanted to.” Endeavour snaps. “If you want I can release the videos of our discussions about it. My wife is mentally unwell and struggled with the idea of a Quirkless child. She loves him dearly but…” he sighs. “I have no care but due to her place in a mental institution I have kept silent so it would not set her back. With all this going on though I am speaking out about it. Being a bigot is disgusting.” It’s all he says and he leaves, unaware of the fact his children had watched and now are ripping things apart in confusion, only one knowing anything and looking at her brothers in worry.

Another watches and bares his teeth in anger.

But for Izuku the words of a pro hero known to be a traditionalist, known to be a jerk, known to be unpleasant… his words affect everyone too. If Endeavour thinks it’s disgusting…

Then he knows they truly are wrong. Everyone.

-0-

“He wasn’t the worst.” Izuku speaks. He’s sitting in a courtroom, a day off from his training to participate in the lawsuit. It had suddenly been put in court fast. Very fast but given that All Might’s successor was involved, was it any wonder. “Kaa… Bakugou wasn’t the worst.”

“Oh?” Asks the lawyer presenting the schools. “According to the teachers he-“

“He was the most verbal.” Izuku agreed, cutting him off. “He was the most verbal. But I’ve only known him to use his Quirk twice on me. Every other student did it often.” Izuku stands to show off his arms, detail a kid with spikes who would lean in to close on purpose in front of the teacher, speaking of one of Bakugou’s friends with long fingers who would shove them down his throat to choke him out. Bakugou would beat him up but rarely use his Quirk- not after he had been scolded harshly for using explosives on others. “I remember one time a student put spider lilies on my desk and a teacher pulled out a vase. Bakugou grabbed both and exploded them.”

“Sources say he told you to jump off a roof and pray for a Quirk in the next life,” the lawyer presses.

“And a teacher put a knife on my desk after a Quirkless girl slit her wrists,” Izuku says and the lawyer stops, stares and turns. Said teacher has gone very pale in the crowd.

Izuku is only kind of amused when the lawyer right there resigns, stating there is a limit and they crossed it, agreeing to take any penalties offered.

It’s a pretty clear victory for Izuku and his side, and they walk out without a backward glance.

As well, Izuku had managed to get something for Ka… Bakugou.

His mom told him that she didn’t think he should keep using his nickname and Izuku had to agree. It had stopped being a friendly thing years before and holding on did no good- not after he decided to beat him up simply for getting a possible Quirk.

Bakugou would be allowed to attend a hero school under probation. If he attends UA with Izuku they would not be allowed in the same class or be allowed to fight against each other. He would be monitored.

It’s enough. Izuku hopes it’s enough.

Meanwhile, the hero who had helped him during the beating is still around. He’s Eraserhead and Izuku is so excited to meet him.

He’s the one who comes up with a plan for schooling. Izuku is homeschooled now and spends most days on the beach. Eraserhead is often with him shouting out lessons or using the trash to teach. Sometimes other heroes come by to help.

Izuku is taught by a variety of heroes as he works and he finds himself thriving where before he would not.

“It takes a village,” he overhears his mother say to Eraserhead. “Thank you all.”

“He’s a good kid from what we’ve seen. He’s inheriting a big legacy.”

“Yes. Yes, he is.”

-0-

Izuku is given the hair the day of the regular exam- though he’s not taking it. That had been discussed with Nezu, Eraserhead, Yagi and multiple others who all agreed he would need more training before using his Quirk. Instead, he was to take the recommendation exam- which was a giant race through an obstacle field. He wouldn’t need a Quirk, just his mind for that.

He takes the hair and swallows, making a face. It’s just him and All Might, the others having agreed not to show up.

“I’m proud of you,” Yagi tells him. “You’ve come far.” Izuku hums and looks over the beach, cleaned and clear.

“...Thanks All Might,” he tells his hero. The man laughs.

“Nothing of it young Midoriya.”

Izuku will go to UA as the successor of All Might.

He wonders what the world had in store for him.

[pilot-boi]

Ghost au

What if due to how the magic transfers when Jaune looks at a maiden he sees silhouette of the previous maidens but they aren't actual ghost just small fragments of the soul that are emotionless husks that follow the maiden around

I assume you mean Voices AU

But yeah, he can see scraps of the previous Maidens following the current ones around. The more recent they are, the more solid/comprehensible they are

Obviously the most recent one is completely understandable, they’re just a standard ghost. I’m talking Amber, and Penny, and Fria, and Un-Named-Girl-That-Raven-Killed. The Maiden powers aren’t like Ozma’s reincarnation, the previous souls aren’t entirely dissolved, so Maiden spirits can stick around, two, three iterations back

Spirits weren’t meant to stick around that long though. They’re tied to the powers, a side affect that Ozma never intended, and in fact never knew about because his magic gets so drained by creating the Maidens in the first place (Salem can see spirits, Ozma can’t. She has all her magic still)

So the further removed from the current Maiden, the less intelligible the spirit becomes, and the less solid of a grasp they have on themselves. Other than the closest three or four, the rest of the Maidens are just wisps of glowing smoke, incapable of life or death, happiness or sorrow. They can’t speak or think, they’re just trapped following the current holder of the powers

It’s not really worse than death, because they’re not really sentient anymore. They might as well be smoke for all the thoughts they have

The original Maidens are still there, but they’re not even bodies anymore. Just wisps of smoky energy following the Maidens around. That’s how most of the Maidens look at this point, but the original ones are distinct simply because they were the first. Their colors are more vibrant, instead of just looking like faintly glowing white smoke

[stephensmithuk]

The Hound of the Baskervilles: Mr. Sherlock Holmes

Doyle wrote this on his return from the Second Boer War, where he'd been a volunteer physician at a field hospital.

In 1898, he had written a short story called "The King of the Foxes", having been a fox-hunter for a while. It deals in rather similar themes and is seen as a forebearer to The Hound of the Baskervilles.

Originally serialised in installments in The Strand in 1901, this third of the Sherlock Holmes novels was published in book form in 1902, getting a US release at the same time.

Penang is a state of what is now Malaysia, located on the western coast of the peninsula of that country linked with the rest of Asia. A small and densely-populated state, it consists of Penang Island with the state capital George Town and the mainland, mainly comprising the city of Seberang Perai, today with a population of nearly 950,000. The area was a British colony at the time.

Made from palm cane from Licuala acutifida, the bulbous-headed "Penang lawyer" may be a mispronuncation of the local term pinang liyar or come from the fact it was believed to be used as a method of dealing with disputes, by hitting people with the big end. The Southern and Eastern African knobkerrie is similar in appearance.

One also turns up on "Silver Blaze", where it is considered as a possibility for the weapon used to murder John Straker.

M.R.C.S. stands for Membership of the Royal Colleges of Surgeons, a qualification at post-graduate level for surgeons. Once you get it, you can use the post-nominal letters.

The Charing Cross Hospital was located on Agar Street and was a major medical school. It still is, although it moved location in 1973 to Hammersmith, retaining its name, in a new massive hospital building; it had been decided after the Second World War that it would a good idea to move such a major medical facility out of Central London - it had become cramped in any event. The old site in Agar Street is now Charing Cross Police Station.

House surgeons were recent medical graduates carrying out surgery in a hospital under supervision. The term is still used today, covering a six-month placement in what other places call medical internships.

I believe Medical Officers dealt with general medical issues at the local level, like contagious diseases, sanitation and hospital management.

Parishes are the smallest level of local government administration in England. Historically, civil parishes and ecclesiastical parishes were the same thing, but state and church gradually moved apart, with 1894 seeing the final separation. Many have since disappeared, but about 40% of the English population remain in a civil parish, mostly in rural and urban areas. These range in size from a few hundred people to over 100,000, with Northampton being the largest. They may not be called a Parish Council; a Town Council or even a City Council (eight, including Hereford and Salisbury) are the same thing.

There has been somewhat of a revival of parishes in the 21st century, they can be created via petition and have often been set up to replace boroughs where unitary authorities have merged those with county councils. Milton Keynes is an example, now with ten parishes.

M.R.C.S. holders call themselves "Mr/Ms/Mx/etc." not "Doctor".

A frock coat is a knee-length mens' coat with a skirt-like bottom, popular in this period. It was used as formal day wear, but by 1889 was being replaced by the morning coat in that regard. It ceased being required at the royal court in 1936, but still turns up in some places; like officers of the Household Division. The "Teddy Boys" (and Girls) youth subculture of the 1950s to 1970s also were fans.

[the-lunacy-system]

Headmates

Mel

Pronouns - she/her Gender - trans female Sexuality - demisexual/bisexual Age - 15 Origin - born with the body, not sure what the word for that origin is Role - host Note(s): Usually frontlocked, has most of the external memories as a result [M1]

Cornelius

Pronouns - he/him Gender - cis male Sexuality - idk he won't tell us Age - 500+ Origin - fenigenic Role - physical protector/geographical archivist/scout Note(s): was an English soldier in his past life. He won't say more than that [M1]

Meyeki

Pronouns - she/her Gender - trans female Sexuality - asexual Age - blurry, ~16-17 Origin - quoigenic Role - dysphoria holder Note(s): can be a bit rude at times. She often makes me voice train when she's in co-con [M1] I think she'll be less rude now, thanks to those talks I had with her. [M3]

Michael

Pronouns - he/him Gender - cis male Sexuality - pansexual Age - 23 Origin - introject (OC) Role - order keeper Note(s): was one of my's OCs at first. Was a king back in his source world. Easily annoyed by lack of magic in our reality [M1]

Wraith/Basil

Pronouns - he/it Gender - demiboy Sexuality - omnisexual Age - 16 Origin - Basil (Omori) fictionkin Role - might become a co-host if he continues its recent patterns for long enough Note(s): Wraith was torn apart in Origin by the subconscious shortly after forming. It barely made it to the safety of Bright Field. It's been slowly healing. [M1] NEWS, GOOD AND BAD! GOOD: WRAITH SUDDENLY GOT A BIG BURST OF HEALING AND REMEMBERED EVERYTHING! BAD: WRAITH REMEMBERED EVERYTHING (poor guy, that's a lot of trauma to suddenly remember) [M1]

Bill

Pronouns - he/him/chaos Gender - "Why do you want to know, Golden Boy?" (I, Michael, was the one that asked him) Sexuality - (Because of his response to the gender question, I'm not even going to ask) Age - hundreds of millennia Origin - introject (Gravity Falls) Role - none yet Note(s): Already a handful. [M3]

Headspace

Bright Field

Bright Field is the topmost layer of Headspace. It consists of a white void that has a sort of ground. At the center of Bright Field is the Control Dome, a hollow black metal dome that houses our fronting interface. Across from the Control Dome is the Tavern, where most layers of Headspace meet. Inside the Tavern there is a bar that gives us access to likely symbolic beverages, some of which can trigger emotions on command. Nearby is the Link Arch, a stone archway that holds a portal back to Michael's source world. As far as I know, only he can use it. Floating in circles around the other structures of Bright Field is the Memory Library, two bookshelves filled with memories from everyone in the system constructed on a small floating island.

Origin

Origin is the layer directly below Bright Field. It is the layer where new headmates form, and, as we learned from Wraith, is one of the places where the subconscious is capable of harming us. The easiest way to get in or out of Origin is through one of the doors in the Tavern, but there are other ways (the same goes for most other layers of Headspace)

Fiction Space

Fiction Space is by far the largest layer of Headspace, and is the only one that can be interacted with without the need to actually be in the layer. Fiction Space is, as the name suggests, where a lot of the fiction made and consumed by us is stored. Fiction Space is far too vast to be fully described, even individual regions of it are incredibly complex because of how much time we've spent building it.

Headspace Facts

There are gaps in the fabric of Headspace that can be used to travel to other layers without having to return to the Tavern

Bright Field is the only truly safe layer of Headspace. The other layers can injure and even kill headmates

Headspace only lets those it deems skilled enough to survive traverse all of the layers

If the body is listening to music, it will be played in all of Bright Field as well

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[wyvchard]

Context

You know, being legally dead brings some challenges most people don't usually think about.

It's pretty difficult to deal with, the paperwork. Seeing your loved ones grieve.

But… in the eyes of the law, you're pretty much a nonentity.

You don't exist.

Thankfully, they gave me a new identity… but…

That person's not me. The picture may look like me. But it's not me.

Imagine hearing your name be different, foreign. It's not like getting married where you found a new place to belong in and change your name accordingly. You would have a household to build up with someone. Or being adopted to a new family where you know belong somewhere, to someone or a group. No.

You're practically a stranger in the land you grew up in.

You can't ever acknowledge the fact you relate to those who never left your sleepy hometown or bustling city. But also, you're too frequently moving about to the point you no longer connect to the sights in your eyes when you're racing against the clock. You don't have time for that.

Not when the world could be taken over or destroyed if you mess a few things up.

You're invisible and gone. Nothing. No trace of you. You're a ghost in the world you try so hard to protect.

And what do you get in return?

Just death and a chance you live to the next few days. It's not even certain you'll live to see your next sunrise.

He gave me the keys to my apartment. The old one. Not the one where I was attacked by those robotic hornets.

There's no point to it. It's most likely been leased to someone else. Someone alive.

I have to rely on them in order to make sure I have a place to stay in. They have kept their end of the agreement but…

The sight of my old keys with the faded keychains just sting. The plastic keychain had been stained with tiny scratches, reminding me on how much I loved the place. It was home.

It's merely a reminder that I'm practically a ghost now. A key without a lock to belong to.

I can't even go to people I consider companions, family. I'm dead and it could put them in danger if I come to them. I mean, it would leak some things I would rather keep buried with me.

They really should have given me my stuff back at the van. Then again, it would have been too heavy. And it would tip Zoraxis off that I survived. It was an easy sell for the agency.

But it was not easy for me.

That time I got my ocular implant, things just hit me all at once. I can't even trust them to keep me safe. Robotic hornets nearly stung me to death if I hadn't acted quickly. They didn't even check if they would bring me somewhere safe. What if something went wrong with my vision? There were so many possibilities that could have gotten me killed and I was mostly left alone to deal with it.

They just don't care, do they?

When I put the keys to the door of my original apartment, I took a pause as it entered inside the lock and came back with a satisfying click. They didn't change the locks.

I arrived a winter wonderland of dust when I opened the door, suppressing a cough in case any other person hears. The apartment was abandoned for a long time, maybe since the day I 'died'.

I opened the nearest window and began to clean after I shut the door behind me. Telekinesis is useful in that regard, it's like a second pair of hands to help you. It can help you reach places you normally couldn't without it, like a helper.

But I'm alone in here, no one to talk to or ease the labor. I've been alone ever since I joined them, haven't I?

All I had was a voice in my ear who derides me constantly, mocking at my habits even as I did the job right, as my companion. I appreciate his professionalism towards my silence but...

I'm only someone expendable in his eyes. In the agency's eyes.

They took away my choices to walk away in this life. There's nowhere else to go. They're the only ones who know I still exist and who will shelter me.

Everything was as I left it, the pens I left on the holder where I filed the paperwork after missions, where I wrote my last letters to everyone when I was convinced I was going to die. Yet, it was desolate even after the dust was removed, the ink dried up and no longer able to write-to do its purpose. It's better off disposed of.

Just like me.

I cautiously tried on the radio and heard broadcasts of John Juniper, of people asking if he was coerced into this. They couldn't believe the actor they beloved would do something like this. The static from the breaking radio hazed my mind as several bags of unusable stuff filled up the entrance.

I was shaking when I managed to throw away all of them, fully knowing that they would no longer be useful.

Saying "I'm dead" and trying to accept it seems easy, but not when the proofs of your existence is left abandoned and disposed off right in front of you, reminding you that you're left with nothing.

By the time I managed to arrive to the control point, it had been a week since Juniper's downfall.

I doubt I'd ever see him again, might as well accept that he would probably think I'm dead.

I have to start all over again.

It doesn't matter. You weren't attached to him.

It's just that I have nowhere else to go.

It's time to reestablish communications and accept that I will most likely never see a life away from this one ever again.

[cassiekayscreams]

Jeckyll and Hyde Miraculous AU

Miraculous has come up again in my hyperfixation cycle, so I’ve decided to revive an old concept I never had the time or energy to do anything with. In fact, I’ll probably just drop this and then disappear into obscurity again. I love the idea of the civilians and superheroes actually being different people - sort of a Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde situation. (More directly inspired by Jackson Jekyll and Holt Hyde from Monster High; I never read the original Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde so I don’t know how much of an accurate representation it is.) So instead of the miraculous holder having a Kwami that transforms them into a superhero, the miraculous basically allows the superhero person to “possess”? the person. The holder and superhero share a body, though the appearance transforms when the superhero “takes over.” The holder/host is completely unaware that they are the superheroes/that the superheroes are inhabiting their same body, other than they black out for extended periods of time and come to in different places or situations than they last remember. The heroes, meanwhile, are aware enough that they are inhabiting another person’s body and they’re aware enough of their lives to know things they need to know to protect their identities - where they live and go to school, who their family is, etc. But they don’t share memories with the host so they don’t feel the same way about people. They’re their own separate person with their own separate ideas, relationships, and personalities.

Key Differences from Canon Rather than “miraculous holders” being chosen based on their own personality traits (ie Marinette and Adrien both showed kindness and self-sacrifice in helping Fu), it’s based on if their auras are comparable with and can sustain the miraculous. No kwamis Since holders/hosts don’t really realize they’re the superheroes/villains (am gonna have to come up with a name for this persona/form of them), the miraculous can’t be misused in the sense that the person chooses to use it for evil. Instead, the miraculous itself, and thus the “possessor”, is corrupted and evil. The holder/host may even be a good person and not realize their alter ego is evil. Opposite can be true with heroes, as well.

Marinette

Characteristics -Anxious overthinker -Clumsy -Hard time standing up for herself but will absolutely stand up for others, especially her friends -Chronic people pleaser -Very sweet but has a hard time making friends (comes off as shy; is kind of wary of opening up to others) Differences from Canon -Instead of her improved confidence coming from her being Ladybug and also support from Tikki, it’s from her new friends (namely Alya) -No Tikki to help keep her from spiraling

Ladybug

Characteristics -Fairly serious/no-nonsense -Very focused -Excellent strategist -Civically minded -Major sweet tooth Differences from Canon -Opinions of others not colored by Marinette’s relationships with them (no favoritism to the Ladyblog due to Alya being Marinette’s friend, no crush on Adrien from knowing him at school) -Since Mari is unaware she is Ladybug, Ladybug can’t be used to solve Marinette problems (swinging across town when running late, checking on Adrien, telling Lila off) -Ladybug eats a bunch of sweets instead of Tikki

Adrien

Characteristics -Chronic people pleaser -Lonely and isolated -Sheltered sunshine child that’s secretly depressed (neglect’ll do that to ya) -Longs for acceptance, friendship, and love -His father still forced him to be a model, but on his own, he’s actually quite the bookworm/nerd due to using books, video games, and shows/movies for escapism -Totally geeks out over there being real life superheroes, which gives his slight crush on Ladybug Differences from Canon -Doesn’t get the benefits of escape/freedom as Chat Noir -Hasn’t interacted with Ladybug as Chat Noir and doesn’t know about what she’s like in person, so his crush on her is really just a celebrity crush -Not a sentimonster cuz I don’t wanna deal with that nonsense

Chat Noir

Characteristics -Chaos gremlin -Somewhat feral and unhinged -Genuinely a Good Boy but comes off off-putting -Public probably wouldn’t like him if not for Ladybug -Easily distracted -I Do What I Want -Sneaky -Cat -Loves cheese, esp Camembert Differences from Canon -Opinions of others not colored by Adrien’s relationships with them -Doesn’t have all of the trauma that comes along with being Adrien -Chat Noir eats the Camembert instead of Plagg

[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

Have you heard that Spider was originally supposed to be Mexican? It's a pity they removed it

I’m gonna be real with you - I’ve never bought into that. Before these original scripts I always just assumed Javier was a place holder name, something they just gave to the press to not give away the fact that his birth name was Miles thus giving away the fact that he’s Quaritchs son. Im not as sure of this anymore after reading the original script but now I’m just kinda confused. One there is no description of Spider beyond that he’s 14 with wild hair. The og script never described his ethnicity. If there’s sources saying otherwise I’d love to see them cause if it was they’re intention to have Spider be latino then yeah, why did they change that? It seems weird to me just to change that on a whim. Maybe they did blind casting and Jack Champion just really won them over. I just have no idea why they would change that otherwise if it was really their intention from the start. 

[icantwonderhoythepainaway]

General Ideas around ☆Daycare Sekai AU☆

It takes place after 3rd anniversary.

The 2nd years (All of L/n, MinoHaru, all of VBS, EmuNene, Mizuki) are all deaged to 6 year old children and lost their memories.

While the 3rd years (ShizuAiri, RuiKasa, KanaMafuEna) are aged up to 27 year old adults yet retained their memories.

They all stay together inside Kanade's house and the Sekais out of fear of getting recognized in public then proceed to get into trouble.

When they do go outside, they create fake names (Rui helped make fake ID cards) and disguise themselves, except Mafuyu.

Mafuyu is Transmasc and he transed so hard nobody recognized him. (Fun fact : I showed his design to a few mutuals and nobody recognized that hes Mafuyu)

Unfortunately Mizuki, Kohane and Shiho (AMAB) will be referred as He/Him and Akito (AFAB) will be reffered as She/Her. However that is only used around the children or directly to them. The adults refer to them as normally as they would once in private.

Kohane, Shiho and Akito are given nicknames since the adults can't bring themselves to call them by their deadnames but also feels weird to call them by their current name.

The Sekais are revealed to eachother. Stage Sekai, Wonderland Sekai and Empty Sekai are revealed by their respective holders while Tsukasa figured out School Sekai and Street Sekai due to his suspicion of L/n and VBS having one too.

Some npcs eventually learns their current state like Ken, the Otori Siblings, Yuuki,.... (Old Hag™, Shinei and Harumichi not included)

The adults soon form somewhat a paternal/maternal bond towards the kids

This also carried on after all of them reverted back to their original bodies

"I once piggyback-rode both of you and broke my back." - Tsukasa "Old Man" Tenma to Saki Tenma and Toya Aoyagi-Tenma.

They usually have the kids play in Stage Sekai, Street Sekai and Wonderland Sekai.

As it tires the kids, they are put to naptime in School Sekai while the adults move to Empty Sekai and pass out.

13 fucking children are a pain, Kanade passed out once because she can't keep up with the energetic kids.

One time they got Ken babysit and all of the 3rd years passed out for one day.

Shizuku, Airi, Tsukasa and Rui still practices. Sometimes they decided to make it fun by performing a show for the kids to watch. Either on the stage in Stage Sekai or Wonderland Sekai.

The Kaitos, Meikos and Lukas are very off put with being younger than the 3rd years.

Meanwhile the Lens and Rins are very intrigued in finally being big siblings to the deaged 2nd years (Except for the Nightcord variant).

[redwiccanrobin]

Listen, I could totally be biased here. I’ve stated multiple times that Mickey is my favorite character therefor I was rooting for him and Ian at conception. But I was having a conversation about Trevor to someone. They are utterly convinced that Ian and Trevor were meant to be together but the toxic Mickey fans got in the way. Ian and Trevor’s relationship going sour? Writer’s sabotage to appease the toxic Mickey fans. Trevor being cruel towards Ian about Monica? Writer’s sabotage to appease toxic Mickey fans. Ian cheating on Trevor the second Mickey steps back into the picture? Writer’s sabotage to appease the toxic Mickey fans.

I wasn’t in the writers room, obviously. But I think this is looking too deep into the situation. Now, originally Mickey wasn’t supposed to be a reoccurring character; just a side character you see once in a blue moon. But fans took a liking to him and the writers seized the opportunity to give him more depth. That was appeasing fans. That was giving them what they wanted when they voiced it.

Like I said, I don’t think the situation with Trevor was that deep. Trevor and Caleb had no depth to them. They didn’t even have last names. I doubt the writers were expecting these relationships to be the end all be all for Ian. They were forced and underdeveloped relationships. They ended up not being good relationships for Ian to be in. Caleb and Trevor brought out the worst in Ian. Ian brought out the worst in Caleb and Trevor. It’s. Not. That. Deep.

If you like Trevor and want an “explanation” for why he was done poorly, fine. But the fact of the matter is this, his relationship with Ian from the very beginning was a place holder. Noel wasn’t 100% done with the show. Cameron wanted Gallavich back more than the viewers did. They needed to fill the hole that Mickey left behind. What we got was two flat, bland, yet casually cruel characters. It wasn’t the writers sabotaging them. It was most likely the writers not knowing how to let Ian be alone.

I can admit when Mickey’s in the wrong. The beginning of season 11 was painful. But I don’t scream writer’s sabotage every chance I get. It’s just plain ridiculous to do so. Yes, there are times where they miss the marks on Mickey. For example, they just forget that Mickey is quite intelligent at the end of the show. But the thing with Caleb and Trevor is that we don’t get a good grasp on who they are outside of Ian’s boyfriends. We don’t know what’s OOC and what’s not. Criticize the writers for that. But don’t go making up stupid conspiracy theories about the writers.

[phyneire]

The Art of Liquid Fire. Where did it come from?

A lot of people believe Rosalyne learned the liquid fire art through the Akademiya, I've always disagreed with this sentiment and this post expands on why.

The Akademiya Curriculum

Sumeru Akademiya is not a place you go to to learn practical elemental skills. We've heard from many npcs and playable characters alike, Spantamad focuses on the theory of the elements and observation and the other darshans aren't element focused at all.

All the alumni we've met, or know of, that have gone on to become vision holders did not hone these skills through the akademiya, rather they developed them externally, or after they'd completed their studies. While yes it made some of their studies easier, especially if they were a spantamad scholar, their practical elemental skills were developed after receiving divine recognition.

I don't know what Rosalyne studied at the Akademiya, we don't even know for certain what darshan she was in, Spantamad is most likely but it's yet to be confirmed. At the very most, her studies may have aided her practical elemental skills but the Akademiya did not teach them.

Very Little Is Known About The Art

Sumeru Akademiya is located in the nation of Wisdom, and since the Lawrence Clan burned down 4/5 of the Mondstadt Library, the akademiya has served (and still serves) as Teyvat's largest modern archive of knowledge.

It's very unlikely that the physical embodiment of the "Crimson Witch" was the art Signora learned,

"Rumour told of how she sacrificed her mortal body to become the embodiment of liquid fire herself"

instead her sacrifice seems to serve as the art in it's raw, most destructive and desperate form.

"And so the Crimson Witch continued to burn,"

The time it took for Rosalyne to turn into the Crimson Witch also indicates a gradual loss of control over her own powers.

It's an art that was supposedly once prosperous and reknowned, and only once has there ever been a Crimson Witch, I fail to see the Akademiya forbidding the knowledge because of the danger, and even if they did there would still be some evidence in the restricted section.

However its explicitly stated that the art was 'lost to time.' Implying this knowledge is no longer accessible at all, there's no one upkeeping a modern record of the art anywhere, and as a consequence it's been forgotten or abandoned in the process of social evolution and linguistic deviation.

Rosalyne's Youth

We know nothing about Signora's childhood, we have no confirmation she's from Mondstadt, and we have no mention of parents or siblings. We have only her name and her artifacts to go off of.

The etymology of her name has been discussed and dissected multiple times, but what stands out to me is not the meaning itself but the origin — this makes more sense later — "Lohefalter" is Old German, meaning 'blazing butterfly' showing her age by using Old German to source the etymology of her name.

Likewise, she's almost always exclusively referred to as a 'maiden,' meaning 'a girl, or (usually young), unmarried woman' given Rostam was most likely in his early 40s when he died I'm going to assume hyv is using the term maiden to refer to her marital status, or lack thereof, and not her age.

Aside from the one occasion she's referenced as an 'apprentice.' Given the fact that Mondstadt is based on the Holy Roman Empire and medieval Germany, I am working with the medieval definition of an apprentice, that being:

"An apprentice was a young person, most often male, who learned a trade by working for a guild master. Apprenticeships often began at age 12, and commonly lasted from two to seven years. Apprentices frequently lived at their master's house and were given room and board, but earned no money."

In comparison to 'her maiden years' Rosalyne would have been a young girl during her "Witch's Scorching Hat" days. This further extends her parallels with Childe as it alludes to a master or mentor whom she stayed with and worked under for a time in her adolescence. I'm inclined to believe Rosalyne was with this master for at least 6 years, as outside of this time period she's exclusively referred to as a maiden, making her at the very least 18 years old.

This makes sense with her timeline, and why Rosalyne appears to come out of nowhere, if she spent her youth outside of Mondstadt and moved there later after ending her apprenticeship.

Furthermore I always believed her comment in Liyue

"Just as a child quickly matures after losing their parents, so has Liyue matured when faced with the death of its deity..."

– to be about herself. We know from her artifacts that her mockery of Teppei's death, while it seemed like a morbid, out-of-pocket allegory, it can be reflected in her own story; and I don't believe her morbid comment about an orphan to be an exception.

[linseymiller]

It’s recently occurred to me that the characters in your books are your OCs, and I LOVE to talk about my OCs, so is there anything about Lord Ruby (or the rest of the Left Hand) that wasn’t shared in the books, but you Know and want to share? 👀 (still obsessed with Mask of Shadows)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So much of my little thoughts are lost to time (by which I mean in notebooks on my shelf), but thank you for asking this, @sarcastic-fandomtastic-dragon!

Here are some general facts. Some I’ve talked about before and some I maybe haven’t:

Emerald had a pet squirrel in Ruin of Stars. She nursed it back to health after Five nearly killed it, and trained it to sit on her shoulder and fetch small things for her.

If the series had been a trilogy (it should not have been, but regardless), then Ruby and Sal would have spent book two developing a very close mentor-mentee bond.

Isidora is pregnant in Ruin and her son is named Rodolfo.

Rodolfo/Ruby was Nicolas’s apprentice when he was still at school.

Maud’s the sole provider for her and her siblings, and one absolutely adores Sal.

Amethyst is not from Erlend or Alona. She auditioned for her role after traveling through Erlend after the war (which she fought in) and witnessing an assassination attempt on Isidora while visiting Nic’shome. Amethyst was the only one who noticed Emerald killing the assassin.

Emerald was 100% aware that Amethyst was there and saw, and it was not an accident that Amethyst was told about the auditions by her employer once the old Amethyst retired.

The world of Mask of Shadows is the same world as the book I wrote before Mask. That story took place in Berengard and involved a magical smallpox, eight murdered gods and one god who was too busy reading to get murdered, and the origin of the shadows (called whispers in Berengard).

Some of those who went on to create Erlend were kicked out of Berengard because they tried to conquer it after accidentally destroying their own country.

In this world, immortality is usually a punishment. The time is meant to be spent atoning for past crimes.

In Belle, Laurence and Estrel foresaw their deaths and planned for them. They did not plan for Emilie and Annette.

Laurence’s mother was at the executions.

Emilie and Annette should really open that box.

In What We Devour, Crown of Strangling Vines reveals that he’s the Vile that cursed the original holder of Carlow’s curse, and he’s being honest when he tells her that it shouldn’t have gone on for so long. He was friends with a wrought and her wife back before the Door and Moon were created when Noble and Vile still existed in the world, but they were killed during a disagreement about the nature of wrought. He believed all of their children had been killed and cursed the person who had killed them. That’s the origin of Carlow’s curse.

He was locked behind the Door before he realized how long and how horrible the curse would be.

Alistair's boyfriend was one of several people Alistair tried to get close to, but he doesn't understand that his social and political power is a threat even when he is not being actively threatening, so his relationships never lasted long.

Delmond Creek was far older than he let on, cursed by the Noble Crown of A Time For All Seasons, and he did legitimately hate Carlow.

Vines was one of the first Vile to make a deal with mortals to prevent them from devouring him and to stop mortals from being wiped out. He didn’t want mortals to die because he thought they were fun. Now, though, he understands why they try to live forever and just dreads the day his latest crop of mortal acquaintances dies.

Franziska Carlow is never going to die unless she wants to. Lorena's on thin ice (if the ice is immortality). Vines likes Basil but knows they would hate immortality.

Noble sought perfect order to the point of physically altering whatever wasn’t perfect according to them, and that included mortals in mind, body, and soul. There’s a lot of body horror in that lore.

The lore of the Noble and Vile overlaps with another series I want to write, and if I do get to write it, there will be nods to Vines and Carlow in there.

If ice cream existed in Devour, Basil’s favorite would be mint chip.

And ignore the poor writing but enjoy the terrible rhyming.

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which one of your Kwamis took the most time to create?

This is actually a hard question to answer, because so many of my kwamis went through so many different stages. Take my boy Graay for example-- he was my first OC kwami, and originally he was a kwami of Balance in a trio with Tikki and Plagg, he was the "price" of the wish, essentially. He was always Graay the Wolf who loved grapes and hated humans, but he's gone through so many changes since my original idea of him.

Originally he was going to be in a North American, his Miraculous not part of any Box, going to be found by a young girl who eventually changes his perception of humans. Also the holder that betrayed him was actually going to be a good person who sacrificed his very soul to save Graay, but Graay didn't realize it until years later. But the Graay I have today is very different than my original Graay, who while I've always had a Wolf kwami from the beginning, so you can say he took the most time to create with how much of his story changed even if his basic name and design was always the same.

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Another kwami who went through a lot of change was Yuume. Yuume was always going to be an evil Sheep of Dreams, but my first version of him was of an ancient kwami who never got a Miraculous which made him bitter, and used Dreams to communicate with humans to act out his evil schemes. Now Yuume is a young kwami who does have a Miraculous-- and he hates that fact.

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Then you have someone like Zipp, who've redesigned three times now (third version hasn't been posted yet) and I'm still I'm not sure I'm happy with it-- so he may be going through many more changes.

Or you have Koree, who was originally a Raccoon of Darkness named Corri (who was named a variation of Dusk before that) who I kept abandoning, then bringing back, then changing, then changing again, etc.

Then there's others whose concepts I've had for a while-- since I've started watching Miraculous I wanted a Snake kwami named Habu; but my friends told me not to bother because there was going to be a Snake kwami later on (this was when I was still catching up with the show). But what do you know the idea stuck around anyways and now I have Habuu my Rattlesnake and I love her.

Finally there's kwamis that just took forever to come up with and get right. When I decided on the idea of Alpha Kwamis and wanted to to make Graay part of a duo, I knew I wanted a Chaos kwami to be his other half. But it took me forever to figure out what animal I wanted for this Chaos kwami. At one point they were going to be a Dinosaur (a raptor of some kind if I remember right) named Voidd, but then I dumped that idea very quickly. I went through a lot of different animal ideas, asking others for their opinion on a Chaos animal, etc. I was stumped on creating a Chaos kwami for a long time, until it hit me that the perfect animal was right there the whole time: the platypus. A semi-aquatic, egg laying mammal (of action) with venomous spurs, looks like a combination of several animals, lacks a stomach, basically "sweats" milk, glows under UV light, can sense electricity... and I could go on. xD But perfect Chaos animal.

From there everything about Prrysm fell into place. I wanted her to have a hard time maintaining a physical form, to glitch in and out of reality, to be a rainbow of colors (which is where she got her name), and yeah.

This turned out to be a bit of an essay. xD But these are the ways I've had kwamis take the "longest", all in different ways.

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The Apolloverse

Welcome to my blog! Here you'll find all my OCs for fandom and not fandom-related content. To start out, I'm going to a couple things clear about myself:

Currently this is the only blog I am using---While you may see my original account that has now been based around Last Legacy, and another side account I have, I am only cohesively using this one.

You can refer to me as Apollo (though this name is just a place holder for this account because I am no longer comfortable with being called Ayla) and I use they/them. Also I know when I first starting posting my account was called "themajorarcanalesbian" but I would no longer refer to myself as a lesbian, just queer for now.

While there may be some mature content on this blog, it won't be a lot because I feel my writing and drawing skills cannot adequately portray that sort of stuff without sounding, well, cringe. That being said, be aware that I will likely reblog mature content from my mutuals as they freely post that content, and I will always want to share it.

Last but not least, the only character I have that is associated with The Arcana universe is Astarium, who only remains in that fandom because the storyline set up for the game adds to their character in a way I feel I might not be able to at the moment (cough cough, writers block) The rest of my characters remain in what you will see tagged as #theapolloverse as their universe doesn't have a set name!

And now, to get to my many characters (fyi, I will edit this post when I do, but some of their intro posts are outdated and need refreshing!)

Also, every character will also be filed under #Apolloverse

Astarium The Magician | They/Them - Queer | Asta, remaining in the arcana verse, takes the storyline of the apprentice, only a few things differentiating. They grow up in Prakra and run away after their father passes because they fear their mother will abandon them. At first, they are put on stage to be ogled at, from age 12 to 15, before they eventually make their way to Vesuvia. They meet Asra, stay with him for a long while, and when the plague hits, they fear death when it becomes clear that their healing magic, just like with their father, cannot heal the people of Vesuvia. Asra assumes their dead for many months, but Asta only dies the day before Asra revives them, so they remain with their memories of the plague, and seeing Asra with Julian. This is important because it has an effect on each storyline no matter what love interest you choose, because Astarium never actually wanted to be brought back to life! Asta's information, and any HCs or drawings, will be under the tag #astariumthemagician or #astathemagician

Their bio: Astarium The Magician

Juno, The Mad King | He/Him - Bisexual | Juno Ara Malik, a bastard child who, yes, is his father's son, but his mother was not of royal decent. Juno's father is not completely to blame for this, as his wife, The Queen, passed away of an illness, and he had to resort to sleeping with a servant to produce an heir, otherwise his line would've been endangered. Juno will not take after his father though, his cousin Amaria will; ergo why Juno's father had him take over a small Provence at the age of 14. He felt bad that his son would not be able to take after his footsteps. Juno was raised by his teachers, servants, and guards when he was sailed across the sea to Roya. His grandmother took no interest in him besides hating him, she would regular burn his hands and back, and he remains to have a scar on his face from her dagger. In fact, her treatment only resulted in Juno growing to be spiteful and cruel in some ways, and at the age of 17, he decapitated her in a purple blaze. Her very own sword being used to do the beheading. Juno's information, and any HCs or drawings, will be under the tag #Juno Ara Malik

His bio: Juno Ara Malik

Jayda, The Golden Handed Servant | He/Him - Omnisexual | Jayda grew up similarly to Asra in a way, living off the streets with nobody to raise him, only learning from the books he stole and the lessons he was taught by strangers. Sure, the people of his city got to know him, and he even got many of them to give him free stuff, but nobody offered him a home. He remained on the streets until the age of 16, when he met Zahra, who had ran away from a forced marriage. At the age of 30, Jayda seeks out the Magician (not specifically the one in the Arcana) , who offers him one wish. Jayda wishes to be more virtuous, to be a man of the people, and the magician grants him that. Of course, working with a major arcana can have its drawbacks, so Jayda is changed into an almost completely different man. The once confident man had gained the gift of awareness, which has made him hypersensitive to every single thing he does, including his actions and physical state. The gift also helps him be more on top of his work at the palace, so it's not the worst. His third eye is for sight, to be seeing clearly and all knowing, so that he can help those around him. And his 6 limbs, which are for strength, with so many arms, surely he could help out all of Roya at once? {he can but it's utterly exhausting}. His hair turning from the beautiful chestnut to the interesting orange was a reminder from the magician to Jayda, a piece of him, so that he will never forget the gifts he was given. Not that Jayda ever could, as he's lived this way for the past 12 years. Jayda's information, and any HCs or drawings, will be under the tag #Jayda Ronan Chidal and #Jayda The Golden Handed Servant

His Bio: Jayda Ronan Chidal

Zahra | She/Her - Lesbian | Zahra, originally coming from a rich background, was arranged to marry at the age of 15 by her mother. Her mother had sold her into a marriage with a much older man after learning Zahra was a trans woman, and she told her if she wanted to be one, that she could face the same struggles a woman would. After about a year of this, she runs away and meets Jayda. It's important to note that Zahra wasn't as open with Jayda as she is now, but her mother had attempted to force her to de-transition, when she could not make her, she was sold off like cattle, and when the man no longer wanted her, her cold dead stare every night haunting him, her mother DID force her to de-transition, and they gaslit her back into the closet, so ergo why she left, and why Jayda met her pre-transition. Now she rules as Juno's head advisor with his council and remains by Jayda's side. Currently, most of the info, including Zahra's intro post, is incorrect, so I will not link it. But her tag remains to be #Zahra Masarn Ártar

Atlas | Any/All Pronouns - Pansexual | A young mercenary working under Ruthie Sloane (oh I promise, we'll get to her) Atlas, the nephew/niece of Zahra, grew up with their mother in a small village. His father had banned any sort of magic when Atlas was young, causing quite the struggle when her mother had to use it to heal Atlas from a cold that had almost killed them. The people of the town decided to hunt her down, and unlike his mother, Atlas had lifted herself up into the air with their own magic when jumping from a cliff. That day, the day he lost his mother to the rocks below that cliff, was his birthday. Atlas ended up running to falling less of a feet into the ocean, trying to find her mother in the depths of the ocean, eventually washing back up onto the beach where they were found by Ruth. Now, they remain her side no matter what. Same as with Zahra, Atlas' intro post and most of the posts ive made surrounding them is not correct, so I will not be linking it here. Though if you'd like to look for it, her tag is #Atlas Bentlee Àrtar

Ruthie, The Midnight Mercenary | She/Her - Pansexual | Born Oxana Valentina Sloane, Ruth took the name of one of her oldest friends when they were slaughtered by the man she once used to work for. While not much is known about her, she is known for being one of the biggest threats to most pirates, and with Atlas along with her, she appears a lot more scary than she actually is. Despite being 6'4 mercenary, Ruth is actually quite kind, she's taken quite a few people in over the years, and she's never one to hesitate when it comes to feeding, or housing those in need. She is the eldest of the Sloane Siblings, and she actually left her family at quite a young age. Now, she just rides around with Atlas, always cleaning up their dirty work. She also needs an updated bio, but the rest of her info remains under the tags #Ruthie Sloane, #Oxana Valentina Sloane, and #The Sloane Siblings

Pier | He/Him - Omnisexual | The younger brother of Oxana, who was abandoned by her from a young age---right when he was learning his abilities--- resulting in him losing control and running away when he was 10. For the most part, he can't see, or, well, its not that he can’t see, he refuses to open his eyes, because when he does, he can't see people, he just sees their aura, and their thoughts, and its like a surround sound to his head. This developed at the age of 9 and he runs away at 10 to get away from his mothers, not to scare them, but because he was afraid of hurting them by letting them know what he was going through. Where he’s constantly on the move, one of his favorite friends is Asta, they met on a pirate ship back in Prakra and they're very nice to one another. On the note of Pirates, he does get kidnapped by a certain crew due to his relation to rue. But that I'll leave off there. Pier's information, and any HCs or drawings, will be under the tag #Pier Sloane and #The Sloane Siblings

Mathéo | He/They - Bisexual | As the youngest of the Sloane siblings, not much is known about Mathéo. While he remains to live with his mothers, he still lives a rather independent life. They take charge in doing all the task their siblings left behind, and they try to make life happier for their mothers. But, he longs so be selfish, and adventurous, and he feels lonely without his siblings, creating an odd family dynamic when he meets up with them in the future. Mathéo's information, and any HCs or drawings, will be under the tag #Mathéo Sloane and #The Sloane Siblings

And always, a reminder that you can always ask about my ocs (or inquire about shipping) in my inbox, and anon will always stay on!

Now make yourself cozy, and feel free to look at the rest of my blog <3