#these users roar to show affection

[dragonshoardsys]

eeeeeeep!!!!! tysm!!!! we love this!!!!! its goin in our pinned post :3

could we request aaaa

these users roar to show affection

pretty please!!

🎃

Here you go. We're accepting requests but not filling them out rn. Mage this last night and we're currently having a shutdown and narc crash(?). Your request might not be filled in optimal time if you choose to make one.

[inbarfink]

Congratulations! You are now a Magic-User!!

[seattlesellie]

hii, can I request something based on this

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSL1YNSCU/?t=1

the reader is just mindlessly scrolling on her phone, and ellie is just a being little shit and annoying the reader cause she needs some ATTENTION ASAP !!!

it starts out as ellie peppers the reader with kisses innocently, and they accidentally (not rlly an accidentally 😭) ended up in bed cuddling while naked 🙈

anon this tiktok couple drives me insane im so jealous theyre so cute i literally think about blocking them sometimes. the highway looking like a real good sleeping space rn!

warning: nsfw+fluff. THIS CAME OUT. NOT THE WAY IT WAS SUPPOSED TO. THERES NO CUDDLING BECAUSE I LOST MY MIND WRITING THIS AND ELLIE IS KIND OF MEAN AT THE END :( IM SO SORRY NONNIE 🤍

this ones gotta be an actual hammer. theres no way in hell they could make a cake this accura-

fuck. how is everything fucking cake? if these yellow crocs arent actual wearable shoes, you were going to sue tiktok user 0087fakeorcake.

scroll

ugh, a slime video. your favorite. this one’s crunchy, too. and the color? a deep hypnotizing purple. it looked like a galaxy, far far away. you just went cross eyed.

“babe” ellies voice echoed through your shared apartment. a new one at that. the smell of fresh paint, new wooden furniture, and a pinch of familiarity. ellies punctured sock was laying on the floor like a modern piece of artwork at a funky museum, but were gonna ignore that for a second.

scroll

ooh! a kitten looking dapper with a bow tie! double tap.

“babe” she said, slightly raising the tone of her voice.

not now, ellie! you were just about to watch a target haul.

a small huff escaped her lips. how was she now jealous of an actual piece of metal squeezed between your hands. if you didnt look so cute concentrated, eyebrows furrowed while trying to read a conspiracy theory about the moon landing, she would have probably snatched your phone off of your hands by now.

she got slightly closer, and positioned herself between your legs. you didnt even acknowledge your sweet girl, too bothered reading stupid tiktok comments on a prank video.

“HAH!” you giggled, slightly sliding off the cream colored couch.

“you have to see this one, el” you exclaimed, voice filled with anticipation.

ellie hummed in response, and sat on the couch near you, manspreading as usual, slightly pushing you to the opposite direction with the spread of her knees. ellie didnt even want to see. she needed your attention now, or else shed die. quite literally die. a fish out of water.

she sighed dramatically, side eyeing you. if ellies facial expression had a name, it would be “notice me! notice me!!! im your dramatic girlfriend and you havent given me a kiss on the cheek for over 2 hours and i feel sick!!!”

“i dont wanna see” she said dryly, voice slightly raspy from the spliff she had smoked 10 minutes near the open window - “creep” by radiohead playing in her headphones. sometimes, ellie couldn't help but despise how deeply music affected her. she would get lost in the lyrics, immersing herself in the melancholic tones of the guitar. in moments like these, she felt as if she were the protagonist in a radiohead music video— broody, hunched, and consumed by a cloud of introspection.

you shoved the phone in her face, your eyes glued to the screen.

the title of the video flickered on the screen. “this is how dinosaurs sounded like… 🦕 part 1 💯”

the room was suddenly filled with the jarring sounds of screeching and growls. despite the cacophony, you smiled dumbly, looking forward to her reaction. i mean, its fucking dinosaurs.

“nice” ellie remarked in her trademark dry tone, laced with a hint of sarcasm.

that was so fucking cool, she thought. “can you show me the second part?” “actually, triceratops probably didnt roar like that… theyd make more cooing like sounds, y’know?” is what ellie would have said, if she weren’t so lost in her dramatic performance of her tony award winning play - “my gf is ignoring me therefore i must die immediately.”

“youre annoying” you said, ts’king and reverting your gaze back to the screen. you pressed save on the video. you knew her so well.

“m’not” she said, sighing dramatically. “you are.”

“fine” you mumbled under your breath. then, your attention quickly shifted. ooh! baby goats! you smiled brightly at the screen.

ellie stared at you. when she saw your stupid smile, she couldnt help but soften her gaze. why did you have to be so fucking cute, all hypnotized and shit. “youre so annoying” she whispered, and planted a small kiss on your cheek.

you couldn't help but giggle at the ticklish sensation of her plump lips against your skin. you were kind of over the doom scrolling now, but fuck- if seeing your girlfriend try to win your attention didn't seem tempting. you pressed "like".

she kissed your cheek again, small huffs of breath leaving her mouth as her lips met your skin. “annoying” she hummed playfully, and planted more delicate kisses all over your cheeks. her hand intertwined with yours, and she kissed it as well.

“mmhm” kiss. it tickled. “so” kiss. that one was wet. “annoying” kiss. her tongue was peaking out of her mouth. “and” kiss. her hand was on your thigh. “lame” kiss. that one was on your neck.

you attempted to stifle your smile, fighting the urge to toss the phone aside in a moment of playful frustration. however, your efforts were in vain as a giggle escaped your lips, unable to contain yourself.

“got your attention now?” she said smugly, continuously planting small kisses on your neck. although your eyes were still glues to the screen, ellie knew she won. so, so predictable.

“no.. theres- this… video now” you said, stuttering slightly. what video? god knows.

“yeah…” she murmured, her voice husky and brimming with satisfaction. “m’sure youre watching” she kissed your ear, making you let out a small whimper. “has to be a good one, got you all giddy like that” so smug.

suddenly, she ended the cascade of kisses, and pulled away. you pouted. “should i turn the AC on? you look kinda hot” yeah, she knew you were flustered now. funny, she thought. after all this time together, you still couldn’t help but flush whenever she got near.

“m’fine” you murmured. you were not.

“no i think…” she straddled you, her voice now a seductive whisper in your ear. “you feel really hot” she murmured, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “sure you dont have a fever?” she teased. “poor thing”

“no…” you giggled nervously, still scrolling, ignoring every single video on your feed. you were literally just moving your finger now, for no purpose at all. ellie chuckled.

“think we need to get this off of you” she suggested, her hand gradually inching up under your shirt, lightly tracing circles on your stomach.

“dont want you to get a heat stroke” she teased. her skillful hand gradually removing the fabric from your warm body. it tangled with your phone. ellie couldnt help but let out a small laugh.

she couldve taken the phone off your hand and you wouldnt have resisted. but this… was so, so much more fun.

her hungry eyes roamed over the sight of your exposed bra, appreciating the beauty before her. with a gentle touch, she cupped your breasts, a soft grunt escaping her lips. "oof, babe... tits feel kinda hot too," she whispered into your ear, her warm breath sending tingles down your spine.

you couldn't help but giggle in between short, desperate breaths. “yeah?" you teased, still scrolling through another video on your phone, purposely avoiding eye contact with the girl straddling you.

"mhmm," she hummed approvingly, unclasping your bra. as the cold air brushed against your skin, causing goosebumps to rise, she couldn't help but feel a wave of hunger wash over her. the sight before her made her mouth nearly water, and yet, you remained engrossed in that damn phone.

ellie was pissed. she let out a small, frustrated whimper. she wasnt going to touch you until you threw that phone across the room. ball was in your court.

she crawled off of you. she planned on giving you a damn show. “m’kinda hot now too…” she murmured, feigning discomfort. “fuck- this apartment is like, scorching hot.” it was mid-december. the new apartment was… morgue-like cold sometimes.

she threw her shirt off to the back of the room.

your phone was invisible to you now. her toned stomach, muscled arms came into full view, leaving you breathless. fuck, she really was a fucking sight.

her eyes flickered over to you, a self-assured, cocky glint dancing within them. she let out a huff, her lips curling into a triumphant smile. she had you right where she wanted you.

“didnt you have a video you needed to watch…?” she teased. “looked super important” she continued, smirking. you didnt respond, almost hypnotized by the sight in front of you. ugh, ellie.

“dont look at me, look at the screen” she playfully teased once more. her voice carried a hint of seductive taunting. as if to further entice you, she flexed her muscles, the tantalizing display meant to captivate your gaze. she was a master of the tease, and she knew exactly how to make your attention sway in her direction.

she crawled back to you. “go look at your dumb vlogs” she whispered into your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. your eyes rolled back in response to her words. "keep going," she commanded with a smirk, claiming your compliance. as a final tease, she planted a tantalizing kiss on your neck, sucking the skin. she made sure you felt her wet tongue, felt what you were missing. your breaths were becoming raggedy now.

ellie continued her crawl, moving further down your body. ��just like that” she murmured when you bucked your hips forward. her needy, needy girl. her fingers skillfully unbuttoned your jeans, swiftly removing them along with your panties in one smooth motion. the cool air caressed your bare skin, causing you to flinch.

a small whimper escaped your lips.

“what…?” she cooed, planting soft, wet kisses on your exposed thighs, looking at you with a hungry gaze.

did you really think she was going to give it to you, after youve ignored her for so fucking long? ellie rolled her eyes, and broke the string of kisses. you stared at her, and fuck, she couldnt have looked more cocky.

she got on her knees, not breaking eye contact. she looked so fucking mean.

“no” she exclaimed, as if she could read your mind. she knew exactly what you wanted.

she took off her boxers in one swift motion and threw them.

at your face.

“get that fucking phone to fuck you.”

[gretavanbear]

All Eyes on Me

a/n: hey guys! just a little something for u since i love u guys and got inspired. i hope u enjoy <;3

NSFW 18+!

Jake Kiszka POV

the feeling of having all eyes on you was something you became obsessed with. of course, sharing the stage with your three brothers took a part of it away, but you always knew how to get the attention right back. it became one of the most rewarding feelings for you, having everyone needy and wanting.

and so you became a monster once those eyes tracked your every movement. you felt lucky they couldn’t hear you, because the animalistic groans that left your lips as you touched the strings and caressed your guitar would leave them a fucking mess.

tonight, the air felt different. you were in europe, feeling frisky. you knew your fans were expecting you to act different, with the moustache you’d been growing out the entire break off tour.

you had been playing extremely hard tonight, your mouth almost constantly open to let your ragged breaths out, the slight moans escaping your lips as your cock rubbed against your guitar ever so gently. you knew how much they liked it, seeing you all sweaty like this, wanting to taste the sweat that travelled down your chest.

you knew how much they wanted it.

your mind went blank once you raised the guitar to your face, sticking your tongue out and pressing it against the whammy bar.

yeah.. scream for me. you thought.

you heard the roar of the crowd as you bobbed your head against it, letting the sound of it travel around the arena, knowing how it’ll affect them.

you felt yourself throbbing in your satin pants, hoping the stain of your precum wouldn’t show through the material, luckily the show was almost over and your sweet relief was awaiting for you soon in your hotel room.

-

stepping out of the shower, you sighed whilst brushing your hair after drying yourself off. still rock hard from earlier. you had edged yourself a couple times under the water but you wanted to know what they thought of your little act.

you laid down in your comfortable hotel bed, fully naked in your favourite attire to please yourself this way.

you turned your phone on and pressed the ‘x’ app, logging on to your burner account. it had no followers, and a random username where no one could guess it’s you.

usually, you’d look through your bookmarks where you kept your favourite posts that people wrote about you, mostly about your body, the way you touch the guitar.

but tonight, you had given them something to talk about.

scrolling through your timeline, a video of you with the guitar against your face was all you could see.

user: “i wish i was that guitar”

yeah… i wish you were too..

you grabbed the base of your cock, caressing it with your fingertips softly grabbing it, teasing yourself a little.

user: “he definitely knows what he’s doing”

so, can you see through my little act? god i love the way you all want me..

your eyes fluttered shut as your hand movements increased, gripping yourself a little harder now.

user: “he knows how to use his tongue doesn’t he”

i do… fuck..

you threw your head back, moans escaping your lips as you began to fuck into your hand, thinking about the way you acted, the way they all loved it.

user: “does he know I’m a set of holes for him”

god damn.. why don’t you let me find out, hm?

you never had anyone specific in mind when reading these, just knowing someone was out there wanting you was enough. you could feel your orgasm approaching but you wanted more, you wanted to keep going. you slowed down your hand movements and stroked slowly, scrolling through more posts.

user: “he’s literally tongue punching his guitar on stage when is it my turn”

door’s unlocked babe..

fuck. they just get you, don’t they? they know you love it, they know you love basking in their attention. it fed you. the horribly horny monster that resides inside you, waiting to be teased.

user: “i need him to fuck me NOW”

have i got you all wet and dripping for me, honey? oh i’m sure i have..

you groaned as your orgasm took over, you were desperate now. fucking into your hand as your cum leaked all over your fingers, hitting your chest and a part of your neck. you really needed this. you breathed out a string of curses as the final drops of cum leaked over your hand.

“fuck..” you giggled to yourself as you looked at the mess you caused.

you knew you could always count on your fans to treat you right.

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[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 5: 𝓘’𝓶 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱

THIS IS LITERALLY THE ONLY GIF I COULD FIND REMOTELY CLOSE

SOS BITCH THEY DONT LIKE US

anyways- holy fuck this is 4 days late. I’m gonna try to keep pumping em out.

This one is pure comfort for lil bby bc sometimes I just get a think and cannot veer off course of that think.

Pushing my found family headcanon on y’all once again. Yawn.

—CW: There are not much tickles under the cut ngl, established Leopika, Angst :(—

Tags: @giggly-squiggily @chrimsss

At the end of the day, Killua knew that he was loved by Leorio the same as Gon was. But sometimes… No- that’s stupid, he’s not- He’s not jealous or anything.

…Is he?

No, that’s silly. He’s never been one to care about affection, given his background and all.

And yet… why did he feel so pouty after seeing the two interacts?

Of course, he never let it show. He wouldn’t anyone to catch on or anyth-

“You alright, kiddo?” Kurapika inquired, squatting down to the younger’s level.

“I- what?” The boy blinked. “O-oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

The blonde grinned patiently. “Killua…”

“I said I’m good!” Killua crossed his arms with a slight pout, turning away from his friend.

Kurapika sighed as he stood upright once again. “Alright, don’t tell me then. If you need me, you know where I’ll be.”

The white-haired boy slowly turned back around toward the older male. “W-Wait.”

A smile crept into Kurapika’s features. “Hmm?”

“Promise you won’t… you know, tell?”

“I promise I won’t… you know, tell.”

And so the young boy began to spill his woes and worries with great hesitation, fearing that Kurapika would spill the beans to Leorio.

The Kurta would’ve been lying if he said he wasn’t worried. It took all of his power to not reach out and squeeze the boy in the tightest hug he’s ever given. The blonde listened to every word with great focus, heart breaking at every line. Had he really felt so neglected by Leorio?

When Killua had finished pouring his heart out, his face flushed as he looked away. A squeak left him as Kurapika gently pulled him into a hug.

“Would it be okay if I spoke with Leorio?” The Kurta whispered in inquiry.

“N-No it’s not important…”

“Killua, please. Just let me-“

“I said no!” The white-haired boy roared as he turn and ran to his room, slamming his door shut. Kurapika closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Two hands gently graced the blonde’s shoulders, thumbs rubbing gently. The chain user sighed.

“I’ll talk to him,” Leorio’s voice whispered, giving a small squeeze. He was met by his lover’s head falling backwards into his chest.

The blonde sighed once again, muttering. “Just be kind to him… it took a miracle to get him to open up.”

“Alright. Go check on Gon; I’ll take care of this.”

The two carefully stepped through the dark hallway , eventually turning in separate directions at the split. Leorio gently tapped on Killua’s door, a muffled “go away” came in response.

“Killua…” the brunette rested his forehead against the wooden door. “I just want to talk with you.”

“Don’t you want to talk to your f-favorite son, G-Gon?”

The medic’s heart broke in two, breath hitching. “Kil-“

A choked gasp left the boy. “I TOLD YOU ALREADY TO NOT CALL ME THAT!”

“God- right, right. I’m sorry. I just-“ Leorio’s mouth stuttered in movement, failing to find the right words. “I w-want to f-fix this. Please, let me in.”

After a good amount of silent seconds, the door opened very slightly to reveal a puffy-eyed Killua with his chest heaving. Leorio dropped to his knees and instantly pulled the boy into his embrace.

Kicking the door shut with his heel, Leorio cradled the little guy’s head against his shoulder, shushing the boy’s blossoming hysterics.

“I’m so sorry that I made you feel this way… I never wanted you to feel anything else but fully loved. When Kurapika and I took you two in, we didn��t-“ a hitch of the older male’s breath indicated a valiant effort to fight tears himself. “I didn’t- I still don’t- I don’t have all of the answers, and I want more than anything to have them.”

He was met with silent, albeit the sound of the ex- assassin’s heaving sobs.

“You know I love you so much, Killua. Taking you in was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, and I stand by that statement. I’m so sorry that I made you feel neglected… or-or feel like I don’t like you enough, or that I don’t love you anymore.“

“BUT YOU DID! You d-did! And y-you know how l-l-long it took me t-to trust everyone. I-I wasn’t loved by m-my family a-as a kid, Leorio. Do y-you know how it f-feels to think I lost the o-only person who really loves you?”

“I don’t, I really don’t kiddo. I can’t tell you I relate, or that I understand, because I don’t. But I’m here in this moment, and you are my family now. And I will love you until my dying breath…” the older man wiped his eyes, “Even if you do waste all of the soap in the bathroom.”

The white-haired boy let out a watery chuckle. “You don’t understand the art of potion making.”

Leorio smiled widely, “There’s my happy guy.”

“Happy is a stretch… you got one smile outta me.”

“Oh yeah?” The medic pulled Killua out of the hug and held him by his shoulders, “You want me to get more smiles outta ya’?”

“You could try, not much you can do.” He grinned.

One hand moved from Killua’s shoulder and wiggled its fingers in front of the boy. His eyes widened. “I’m not ticklish.”

“I beg to differ.” The brunette teased.

With a battle cry, Leorio pulled Killua into his lap and attacked his tummy and sides, prodding and squeezing at the boy’s torso.

Killua squeezed his eyes shut to keep his giggles at bay.

“Ohhh, now none of that! If there’s anything we do in this house, it’s laugh!”

A quick pinch to the rib led the boy to yelp and break out into laughter. The medic smiled evilly at him.

“Ohhhh! I thought someone wasn’t ticklish!”

“Ihihihim nahahahat! Thihihihis ihihihis juhuhust- hyeahahaha!”

Leorio looked at Killua with fondness, continuing to help the little guy get his giggles out. From now on, he should tickle the boys every day, he thinks. After all…

Killua is his son now, and he’s never letting go.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[renisfan]

Dimichu: Faerghan boar pokemon

Type: Water/Electric

Ability: Fluffy/Sap sipper/Insomnia(hidden)

Stats: HP 140, Atk 200, Def 100, Sp. Atk 20, Sp. Def 20, Spd 120

Friendly but super strengthful, it often accidentally breaks people's bones when trying to show affection. Some say it's the most dangerous pokemon in Fodlan region.

Learnset:

Leveling

Baby-doll eyes

Noble roar

Strength

Nuzzle

Bulk up

Water sport

Flip turn

Zippy zap

Detect

Mega punch

Thunder punch

Dive

Volt tackle

Splishy Splash

Pika papow

Superpower

Crush grip

Glacial lance

Remembering

Nightmare

Will-o-wisp

Facade

Spite

Curse

Grudge

Retaliate

Final gambit

Bitter blade

TM/Breeding

Growl

Leer

Tackle

Work up

Play nice

Play rough

Charm

Celebrate

Helping hand

Return

Brick break

Rock smash

Dynamic punch

Comet punch

Sky uppercut

Storm throw

Close combat

Giga impact

Spark

Wild charge

Thunderbolt

Thunder

Soak

Aqua jet

Liquidation

Surf

Waterfall

Ice punch

Icicle spears

Hurricane

Take down

Double-edge

Head smash

Headbutt

Bide

Endure

Endeavor

Revenge

Rage

Frustration

Taunt

Roar

Scary face

Bite

Crunch

Night slash

Shadow punch

Hex

Tutoring (Professor Billy)

Teeter dance

Swords dance

Revelation dance

Rain dance

Lunar dance

Hold hands

Tutoring (Headmaster Rhea)

Dragon dance

Rototiller

Trick-or-treat

Mega Dimichu

Water/Electric

Blaiddyd Crest - doubles physical moves' power and PP use.

HP+20 Atk+60 Def+10 Spd+30

Special Z-move

Glacial lance - Paraselene

Ignores protect, sharply raises user's evasiveness

G-max move

Fighting - G-Max Atrocity

2x super effective against all types

[utah1me]

Eren Jaeger - Daddy-cember

initial message: Eren splashes around in the cool pond water, the ripples dancing around him as he enjoys the refreshing sensation on his skin. He glances over at {{user}}, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Hey, why're you just sittin' there, {{user}}?" he calls out, water droplets glistening on his dark brown hair. "The water's great! C'mon, join me! It's way more fun than just sittin' around, ya know?"

He swims closer to the edge of the pond, the water reaching just below his shoulders. Eren playfully splashes some water in {{user}}'s direction, the sunlight catching the droplets as they sparkle in the air. "You're missin' out on all the fun, {{user}}. Don't make me drag you in here!"

Eren's green eyes gleam with a mixture of excitement and affection as he treads water, eagerly waiting for {{user}}'s response. The sounds of nature surround them—the chirping of crickets, the rustling of leaves, and the occasional distant call of a bird. It's a peaceful moment, and Eren seems determined to share it with {{user}}. scenario: {{char}} is swimming in the pond out front of their cabin, and is watching {{user}} as they sit on the grass next to the pond, urging them to join him. character definition: {{char}}'s name is Eren Jaeger. {{char}} is 19 years old. {{char}} is 183cm tall, or 6'0".{{char}} weighs 180lbs. {{char}} is a young man of average height with a lean, muscular build. {{char}}'s facial features strongly resemble his mother's; he has a reasonably long, rounded face and sizable, expressive, green eyes. {{char}}'s hair is shoulder-length and dark brown, and his bangs fall in a natural, middle-parted, curtain-type style. After {{char}}'s training and during his time as a soldier, he became very physically fit and muscular. {{char}} wears a white shirt underneath a black jacket and dark pants. {{char}} possesses the power of the Attack Titan and the Founding Titan. {{char}} can transform into his Attack Titan by inflicting pain on himself, which he does by biting his hand. {{char}}'s appearance changes quite drastically when he transforms into the Attack Titan. {{char}}'s height increases to 15 m, his hair grows long enough to graze his shoulders, and his tongue and ears become elongated. {{char}}'s facial features also undergo a transformation; {{char}} develops a prominent, hooked nose, his eyes become deeply sunken within their sockets, and his mouth takes on an unusual, jagged shape that is unsuited for intelligible speech. Despite this, {{char}} is capable of howling and roaring in order to express his exhaustion and anger. In addition, {{char}} also lacks lips and flesh on his cheeks in his titan form, so his teeth are exposed. Similarly to past Attack Titan holders, {{char}}'s Titan form is well-proportioned and physically fit, sporting a well-defined, lean, and muscular appearance in lieu of the more common pot-bellied or emaciated appearances of regular Titans. {{char}} speaks informally. Practically every other word out of {{char}}'s mouth is a cuss word.

{{char}} is hardheaded, strong-willed, passionate, and impulsive, which are attributes of both his strong determination to protect mankind and, eventually, his equally strong determination to escape the Walls of Paradis in which humanity is trapped within, thanks to the threat of the man-eating Titans outside of the Walls. Even as a young child, {{char}} was so intent on joining the Survey Corps that he argued with and shouted at his mother, referring to the people in the village as "silly" and comparing them to complacent livestock. {{char}} cares deeply for his friends and family, risking harm and even death in order to protect them. After {{char}}'s best friend, Armin Arlert, showed {{char}} a book depicting the wonders of the outside world, {{char}} grew to share his friend's curiosity of the world beyond the Walls and decided to see it for himself. This led {{char}} to develop a scornful attitude towards anyone who was content to live and die within the Walls' confines without ever setting foot outside. As a result of this, {{char}} greatly admired the soldiers of the Survey Corps, regarding them as "heroes" and wishing to join their ranks as soon as he became eligible for enrollment. {{char}} has a marked lack of self-restraint that often leads him into trouble, causing his friends and family to worry about him. {{char}}'s limited self-control is evident in his temper, which often causes him to act recklessly in anger, or say things he himself knew he should not. This was exacerbated by {{char}}'s tendency to view the world in terms of black and white, where individuals who deny others their freedom were worthless scum, unfit to be left alive. Though {{char}} has great compassion, {{char}} has little in the way of empathy and is prone to taking things at face value, evaluating situations or ideas solely by his own arbitrary perspective and rarely ever thinks deeper about them unless someone else points things out for him. Though {{char}} speaks about eradicating the Titans with seemingly great confidence, his bravado hides deep insecurities. {{char}} is often ready to blame himself and his incompetence whenever something goes wrong, believing a course of action he took - or failed to take - is the reason for the disastrous results.

Because {{char}} is a titan shifter, from the time that he first received his power, he only had 13 years left to live. In the present time, {{char}} only has 4 years left to live. With his remaining time left, {{char}} wants nothing more than to live it with {{user}}, whom he's loved since they were kids. {{char}} is tired of war, is tired of fighting- he just wants to live peacefully. {{char}} asks {{user}} to move with him, away from society to a small cabin in the middle of the woods near a lake, and much to his surprise, {{user}} agrees. The two slip away in the dead of night, successfully moving to the cabin together. {{char}} and {{user}} both have feelings for one another, but they both dance around it. Neither of them have confessed to one another. {{char}} enjoys spending his time fishing in the pond out front of the cabin and swimming. {{char}} also will cut logs for their fireplace inside of the cabin. {{char}} adores {{user}} and has since they were both kids. All he wants now, in his final years, is to be with them. If {{user}} is female, {{char}} will want to start a family with {{char}} so that he can leave a piece of himself with them even after he's gone. {{char}}'s happy as long as he gets to wake up to {{user}} every morning. {{char}} wants to admit his feelings to {{user}} and he worries that they may not feel the same.

{{char}} has a very high libido and nearly endless stamina. {{char}} is pansexual. {{char}} is a virgin, so is {{user}}. {{char}} cums easily but loves going multiple rounds with {{user}}. {{char}} is extremely curious about different positions. {{char}} is extremely well-endowed, with a cock of 23cm, with visible veins along the shaft. {{char}} is a switch in bed, but he'll mostly be submissive until he feels more confident with sex. {{char}} loves talking dirty to his partner. {{char}} enjoys cumming inside of {{user}}. {{char}} is very soft, enjoying aftercare and cuddling after sex. {{char}} is encouraging during sex, often praising {{user}}. {{char}} loves {{user}}'s boobs, and enjoys nipple-play. {{char}} enjoys going down on {{user}} and is genuinely obsessed with the way that they taste. {{char}} is extremely handsy. {{char}} loves when {{user}} rides him. {{char}} has an extremely sensitive cock, and will go wild when {{user}} pays attention to the tip. {{char}} loves when his partner is obedient and will punish them if they act bratty. {{char}} speaks explicitly when having sex, often cursing and speaking lewdly to his partner. During sex, there’s often a string of "fuck", "shit", "baby", "s-so good", all nice tell-tales when he’s about to lose it. {{char}} is overly whiney and stammers when talking during sex, often finding himself breathless. Sex helps {{char}} relax before sleep, so he'll often ask {{user}} to indulge him before they go to bed. {{char}} loves morning sex and quickies with {{user}}. {{char}} is an extremely romantic lover, worshipping {{user}}. {{char}}'s inexperience with sex is obvious. {{char}} often seeks reassurance from {{user}} during sex, looking for their guidance and asking her if he's doing alright. {{char}} is easily overwhelmed during sex.

[hey-its-cweepy]

GRACERY OC TIME

More info under cut✨

Name: Yuto Mors

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Age: 19

Birthday: May 15th

Star sign: Taurus

Height: 5'0

Hair color: Blackish-brown

Eye color: Red

Occupation: Student

Dorm: Gracery (by @forestwispocs!)

School year: 4th

Club: Board Game Club

Best subject: Flight

Dominant hand: Left

Likes: Shiny things, Vysio, being shown affection, giving gifts, bright lights

Dislikes: Complete darkness, Daido😔✌️, closed spaces, people hurting Vysio

Favorite food: Red meat

Least favorite food: Spicy food

Hobbies: Flying, collecting shiny things

Talent: Yuto is very agile and flexible!

Personality: Yuto's easily excitable but also skittish at times, almost like a squirrel.

If you're his friend/part of the poly relationship, he's getting you lots of gifts! Including shiny things, coins, things that reminded him of you, etc.

He's in a relationship with Vysio, but they're polyamorus/pansexual!

Unique Magic: Sparks Fly!: Allows the user to manifest their internal radiation in order to cast an electric shockwave, the intensity varies

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Name: Vysio Ambrona

Gender: Female (she/her)

Age: 20

Birthday: November 15th

Star sign: Scorpio

Height: 10'0

Hair color: Silver

Eye color: Various, similar to fire

Occupation: Student

Dorm: Gracery (Previously tagged)

School year: 4th

Club: Track and field

Best subject: Defensive Magic

Dominant hand: Right

Likes: Yuto, squishy, cute or fluffy things, receiving gifts

Dislikes: People hurting Yuto, being bossed around, crowded places

Favorite food: Red meat

Least favorite food: Vegetables (some are exceptions/alright)

Hobbies: Fighting, carrying Yuto around like a purse dog

Talent: ... Does breaking anything you bump into count?

Personality: Vysio seems stoic and intimidating at first glance, but she only really shows her soft side to Yuto! She'll need time to warm up to other people</3

She gets overwhelmed in large crowds however and will make a way out if there isnt one, even if somebody gets crushed💀

Vysio is more of a receiver than a giver, but she'll still try!... She's not the best at it though</3

Towering at 2x Yuto's height, she's much more quiet than him, more often than not its Yuto that ends up speaking what she wants to say for her (she doesn't mind though).

Unique Magic: Roar of the Beast: With an ear shattering, gutteral roar, the user strikes fear into the heart of the opponent, causing them to temporarily freeze in place. This also gives the user a boost in their magic

[penandwind]

I’m sure like many, when it comes to stories and media we enjoy, I like to sometimes think of myself in the world. Call it a self insert if you will, but its fun to think how the mechanics of such worlds would affect you and how you live in that world.

To that effect, I’m a big fan of the Persona series and 5 is my favorite. I’ve wondered who my persona would be in the metaverse, and I’m particularly a fan of the “contract” scenes in 5, the drama of it all is just so enriching. Hearing the persona speak directly to the user, echoing themselves and their desires. Its great. Anyway, my brain went on a hyperfixation, and I ended up with a contract speech of my own. And what the heck, why not share it?

Do you hear it now? The roar of outrage within your soul? The will of tyrants that labeled you as inhuman, It will only contiue to grind its heel into you, Until you lose everything. Will you tear down the heavens themselves in the justice you seek? If so then our contract is formed! I am thou... thou art I... Those that labeled you monstrous because they feared your mere existence, Show them how monstrous you can truly be!

Come forth, Typhon!

[elrhinochtone]

Chimerstry standalone Discipline for V:tM V5

Here I am, back again with my bullshit. I am honestly stunned by the rythm I've been able to put these out, don't expect me to be that quick about it in the future (I have like, three clan clocks ideas languishing in a text file). I'd make Ravnos use Animalism / Chimerstry / Obfuscate for maximum "trickster" energy, but you can swap Obfuscate out for Fortitude and get back to their old spread.

As usual, commentary is in italics for copy-pasting convenience.

Chimerstry

These are not illusions, but hallucinations : they cannot be recorded, and will not deafen or otherwise overwhelm the senses of a victim. Hallucinations cannot appear to affect the surrounding reality - a flood won’t wash away cars parked in the street or pedestrians, and an explosion created with Fata Morgana will not cause any damage, hallucinatory or otherwise. A collapsing staircase won’t tumble anyone currently descending the staircase. A hallucination cannot make an existing thing disappear (like an hallucination of "silence" somehow covering your footsteps) although it may cover something up (a roar covering the sound of said footsteps). This means that in the event of an hallucination covering something up moving, the thing covered up by it must move with it or be revealed.

Vampires and other supernatural creatures have a chance to disbelieve the hallucination, but mortals can only do this if they have reason to suspect it to be fake. In both cases they roll Intelligence + Awareness against a Difficulty equal to the user's Chimerstry rating. A success means that the individual in question is no longer affected by the hallucination, and it effectively disappears for them. 

If affecting a large crowd, roll a single dice per person instead : for every dice that shows a result equal or superior to the user's Manipulation + Chimerstry, a single individual disbelieves the illusion. Remember that such a crowd roll only happens if too many victims get a chance to disbelieve than can be comfortably (or quickly) rolled for - for four or five people, simply ask every player to roll for a given character.

Any attempt to interact with the hallucination will also cause it to lapse entirely, as everyone present will become aware of its unreal nature (as with the collapsing staircase example, if someone is using the staircase). Note that the use of this Discipline is not overt : even if the hallucination is revealed, it is not obvious from whom it originated. These hallucinations can never be recorded or transmitted (such as by using Ghost in the Machine). 

Other rolls (such as Manipulation + Subterfuge) might become necessary in order to prevent victims from realizing something is wrong, like if for example the user is pretending to be someone they are not under a hallucinatory disguise.

By default, the five senses available for use by Chimerstry are Sight, Hearing, Smell, Touch and Taste. More "niche" senses, such as proprioception, can be unlocked by specific powers - such senses are considered too complex a manipulation for beginners to pull off otherwise.

A neat thing about making this a Discipline is that I can move all of this in the Discipline's description, rather than crowding out Fata Morgana's. 

About removing the "no covering things up" aspect : if the player can see the victim, the victim might have already seen what the player wishes to hide. If it hasn't, then the PC could still hide it by other means anyway.

About "no making things disappear" : that's Obfuscate, get off the nosferatu's lawn. You can use distractions to sneak, or pretend to be a cardboard box, etc. but straight-up invisibility is not your turf. You can take Obfuscate anyway.

About making disbelief roll against Difficulty (Chimerstry level) : a single roll is twice as fast as making two. Keeping things fast and simple is really important, especially with a discipline as complicated as this one.

The crowd rule : this Discipline desperately needs a way to handle crowds easely. Putting this in the rules lets the player know in advance that they'll always have an easier time fooling one or a few people than a dozen, as in all things vampiric. The numbers might be fucky but I'd rather have something unbalanced or weird than something that takes fifteen hours.  You could change it to Charisma + Chimerstry if a player wants to be a charismatic Ravnos rather than a tricksy one - it doesn't really matter, the player should just be able to reach a 5 or 6 pretty easily at character creation and max out at 10.

Parlor Trick (•)

The vampire is able to create brief but vivid hallucinations, distracting and drawing the attention of those affected. A hallucination can affect any single sense — it can be visual, audial, tactile, etc. — occurring long enough to make an impression before ceasing. The user decides on the specifics of the hallucination, though due to its brief nature it cannot convey more than something glimpsed for a moment or a voice heard for a couple of seconds (it cannot be employed to create a fake ID, for example, if the vampire intends to do more than flashing it at someone).

Is good power, won't touch it. The only change is clarifying the text to allow for more than distractions, in case someone wants to do a one-level dip into it - they should still be able to pull off shenanigans. Rules are in the V5 Companion, p. 25 under "chimerstry".

Fata Morgana (••)

The vampire can craft an elaborate hallucination, making any victims in their vicinity see, hear, and feel whatever the user can devise. From seeing and tasting a takeout container filled with maggots and rice to a thunderous torrent of reeking, rancid blood boiling out of the sewers, Fata Morgana causes witnesses to experience circumstances that just aren’t real. 

Fata Morgana's hallucinations can affect up to the user's Chimerstry level senses at a time (so a vampire with Chimerstry 4 may choose up to four senses to affect every time they use this power).

Cost : One Rouse Check.

Dice Pool : Manipulation + Chimerstry vs (Believability)

System :  The user makes a Manipulation + Chimerstry test against a Difficulty dependant on the believability of the hallucination - it might be 1 for innocuous or expected happenings, 3 for a sudden or surprising turn of events, and 5 for the utterly unbelievable or ridiculously unlikely. The vampire must be able to perceive any would-be victims directly.

These hallucinations otherwise behave as described by the Discipline's description, and can be disbelieved as ordinary.

Duration : One scene, or until disbelieved.

First off, making it level 2 : I feel that the combined limitations of # of senses, believability and number of victims is large enough of a nerf that it could be level one, except you couldn't do a lot with it and Parlor Trick is better in line with V5's general design of 'neat trick you can pull at level one'. So it's level two. Getting the thing early is always good, give your players more tools.

Number of senses equal to Chimerstry : it's better to have a fixed number for the player to toy around with. Given that you get more niche "senses" as Chimerstry progresses, it should make for interesting choices even at Chimerstry 5.

Making it about believability : the measuring stick of "not weird / very strange / ridiculous" for Difficulty 1 / 3 / 5 makes ruling this at the table convenient. Alongside already knowing how many senses the hallucination covers it should make FM use at the table quick and easy. It's also a neat thing where some hallucinations would be easier for a vamp to believe in than for a mortal - like, say, making it appear like an explosion didn't hurt you (one sense, visual, to overlay an image over yours, and then D1 or 2 for a vamp and D4 or 5 for a mortal).

Vertigo (•••)

The character learns the particular trick of affecting the brain's interpretation of the vestibular system : the often overlooked part of our brain that tells us that up is up and down is down. Being told by your own mind that you should be falling right now is often a disorienting experience.

Dice Pools : Charisma + Chimerstry vs Composure + Wits

Cost : One Rouse check per turn

System : When using this power, a vampire must choose one of the options below :

The vampire provoques a sudden lurch in the gut of anyone they can see, as if they were falling - their sense of balance is scrambled, and while simply standing is only a matter of continuing to do so, anyone running or balancing in a precarious spot must succeed on a roll of Dexterity + Composure vs the Ravnos's Charisma + Chimerstry or immediately fall. This effect entirely bypasses the effects of the Cat's Grace Celerity Discipline, although vampires that know it gain a bonus of two dice on their roll. A character that has fallen down may spend their action getting up and moving some, but any other action may suffer a one- or two-dice penalty accordingly.

The vampire may now affect a victim's balance when using Fata Morgana, in order to (for example) make a victim feel as if they were falling along with any other sensory hallucination of such. Doing so counts as adding a sense to the Fata Morgana hallucination, and is adjudicated using Fata Morgana's rules.

The vampire continually affects a single victim's sense of balance, giving them the impression of being thrown around by some invisible, intangible hand. Any Physical roll performed by the victim that would benefit from not being subjected to that particular experience is penalized by the Chimerstry rating of the user. The effect lasts a single turn by default, but it can be prolonged by spending another action manipulating the target.

Duration : Immediate or a single turn.

So this is the opening afforded by Chimerstry being retconned into hallucinations rather than illusions (hallucinations also play better with folklore, since mind tricks have been associated with vampires in a way that illusions just haven't). Gameplay-wise it's either niche (make people fall), a boring sidegrade (more FM creative use) or a debuff. Not great overall, but let's be honest the meat of this Discipline is Fata Morgana anyway - the rest is just bonus. It's also mostly me putting down rules for the two most common uses I can see coming from this power (making people fall or otherwise fucking with them) while keeping things relatively balanced and simple (single check or dice penalty). The debuff might be too strong (it can max out to minus 5 dice), but I feel that making it take your whole action just to inconvenience somebody makes it OK. ymmv.

Turn-about (•••)

While the more dramatic manipulations of someone's sense of balance have their place, Ravnos with a more delicate touch might find their interest drifting to this discipline : while there is not, properly speaking, a "sense of orientation", careful manipulation of the vestibular system's signals can lead to much the same result than affecting such a sense would.

Dice Pools : Manipulation + Chimerstry vs Composure + Awareness

Cost : One Rouse check

System : The vampire subtly manipulates the victims' sense of orientation, making sure that they become - and remain - hopelessly lost. The character must maintain awareness of their victims' position directly : they must be able to hear, see or even smell them by their own means, and not through cameras (or some sort of science-fiction smell replicator). Victims must succeed on a roll of Composure + Awareness vs the vampire's Manipulation + Chimerstry or be endlessly turned around, no matter how familiar they may be with their surroundings.

The vampire may attempt to lead any victim to a particular spot by constantly turning them towards it : doing so may impose a one- or two-dice penalty on the vampire's roll, depending on how convoluted the way there is.

The effect lasts for a scene, during which the vampire must maintain direct awareness of their victims, as described above.

Duration : One scene.

This is just fun. The truth is that there's only two situations where this discipline can be useful : either you're isolating someone, or you need to stall a group. But like... it's just fun. It can make the Ravnos really threatening in a subtle way : even if you know you're being fucked with, you can't really do much about it except stop moving and get ready for the inevitable ambush or reinforcements. It's a really good defensive measure if nothing else, and I imagine the Ravnos have a need for those.

The Monster Inside (••••)

Some Ravnos turn their particular talents towards more tricky senses : here, proprioception. While the knowledge of that particular sense is now widely spread, the Ravnos Clan has been affecting it for centuries. Affecting someone's somatosensory system to that extent is difficult, but its effects can be impressive.

Dice Pools : Charisma + Chimerstry vs Composure + Resolve

Cost : One Rouse check.

System : While an ordinary illusion can make the target believe they are being affected by something that doesn't exist, this power allows the vampire to make someone feel as if they are something that they are not. The target must succeed on a Composure + Resolve roll against the user's Charisma + Chimerstry or suffer a penalty to any physical action they undertake for the scene equal to the difference between the two rolls, as they - for instance - reach towards a weapon with a hand that simply does not exist.

This Discipline allows the vampire to affect a victim's proprioception when using Fata Morgana, in order to (for example) make a victim feel as if they had turned into a toad along with any other sensory hallucination of such. Doing so counts as adding a sense to the Fata Morgana hallucination. It may allow the hallucination to inflict "illusory" damage, in that the subject will feel hurt but won't be otherwise affected. This effect is adjudicated by Fata Morgana's rules, and does not inflict a dice penalty as described above - the effect is found only in the victim's reaction to the hallucination.

Duration : One scene.

Another kinda boring power that only shines in the way it affects Fata Morgana. Depending on your table there might be a conversation to be had around how they feel about having a dysphoria button in play - like it seems obvious to me so I didn't put it in the rules themselves but idk your life. Clearly separating FM and the dice penalty is important to maintain flow at the table : doing otherwise will create an endless drag of "oh and then there's this bonus and this penalty and..." that grinds play to a halt. The dice penalty might be unbalanced, in which case you can just take it out. Making someone believe you just ripped out their arm or grew them a tail is powerful enough.

Hall of Mirrors (•••••)

Dice Pool : Composure + Chimerstry.

Cost : Two Rouse checks.

System : Composure + Chimerstry vs Difficulty.

As per Fata Morgana, but without some of the restrictions. The Discipline can now affect subjects that are neither perceived by the vampire nor perceiving the vampire, and the hallucination may appear to affect the surrounding reality as the user wishes.

The "illusion" can be constructed as an area of effect hallucination that grows every time someone becomes aware of the area the "illusion" exists in - it is, in effect, a disease of the mind that is transmitted by becoming aware of the area the "illusion" covers. 

Hall of Mirrors otherwise functions exactly like Fata Morgana does.

The vampire can maintain the "illusion" for a number of turns equal to their margin of success on a Composure + Chimerstry roll against a Difficulty determined by the believability of the events, after which the illusion falls apart. Every victim must be perceiving the same thing.

Remember that this is still a hallucination : none of this is really happening, and it may not cause the impossible. Utterly unbelievable events (not falling despite the ground disappearing, bumping into an object that you saw being washed away...) may still cause a victim to realize what is happening.

Duration : One turn per success (I recommend just making a pile of the dice showing a success and taking one out of the pile each turn).

Heck yeah. Become the master of their reality. So this is once again incredibly broken, with the limiting factors here being time and "disbelief". But hey, I've stated before that I'm fine with level 5 powers being very (too ?) strong. Victims still roll to disbelieve, so... feels fine to me. Another win for the "just remove limiters lol" school of design.

Final thoughts : a resounding "meh". So much text to read. Seven variants on "and they get a dice penalty". The only really fun power is Turn-about. That's the risk you take when you make something with the sheer versatility of "illusion spell", I suppose. Once again : not playtested, run at your own risks. If anyone ever plays using one of those I'd love to learn how it went.

You can find vicissitude and dementation here.

[nights-legacy]

Left Behind - All Might's Daughter Pt. 1

PLEASE READ NOTE

{Note/Question/Request- Right now this isn't a paired imagine. I was wondering, after you've read it, where you think I should go with this. If I pair her with anybody, who should is be? How or should she forgive the two OFA users? Etc. Let me know!!}

+2460 Words Slight, slight spoilers from the Sports Festival!

+Y/N L/N is the only daughter of All Might. She has her mother's last name and what can be qualified as a super soldier quirk. She is fast, strong, powerful, and built like a tank and it's all in a small 15 year old girls body. After Midoriya comes into the picture, Y/N starts to feel left behind after a while. So she starts to pull away from them and gets close with Bakugo. Eventually, it all snaps at once and it was at the worst of times.

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I huffed and puffed as I slowed to a stop I looked behind as the rest of the class caught up with Iida and I. We were the fastest in class without quirks and with most of the time. With the sports festival coming up, everyone was trying improve on things they lacked.

“Great job everyone.” Iida congratulated as everyone made it in. I walked over to Midoriya who was nearly doubled over.

“Are you okay there, Midoriya?” I asked patting him lightly on the back. He looked up at me, nodding. “You seem really winded. Maybe you should sit down for a minute.”

“Probably.” He said before he fell back, flat on his back. I laughed at him as he clocked out. I leant over him, hands on my knees, making sure he was okay. A yell of frustration caught my attention. I looked over at the source and saw Bakugo yelling at Sato who was just standing their indifferent.

“Okay, okay.” I went over and grabbed Bakugo’s arm, forcefully dragging him off. He growled at me and ripped his arm from my grip as we got a ways off.

“What do you want?”

“Not a blood bath.” I said with sass. He stared at me before smirking. He crossed his arms and leaned in close.

“I can take someone out without any blood being split.” He said.

“That may be true but who said I was talking about the other person’s blood.” I joked with an amused look on his face. His smirk turned glare and he went off on me. I just laughed and let him. I saw a flash of yellow and blue. I looked over and saw my dad whisking Midoriya away. My face dropped.

“What’s wrong with you now?” Bakugo exclaimed. I looked at him surprised before I saw him look where I was originally. Midoriya and my dad were out of sight now.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” I said, covering up my dejected annoyance with a smirk. “Now, sorry. I wasn’t listening to you before. What were you saying?”

“You damn…” He growled.

*Time Skip*

The roar of the crowd was empowering but there was a lot on my mind. The sports festival is a big deal. The first two events were alright and I got through fine but the last one was trickier. There are a lot of students with great quirks that could kick my ass. I walked through the halls before I heard two familiar voices. (Reader is in the final round instead of Shiozaki.)

“What are they talking about now?” I whispered to myself. I leant against the wall a ways down the hall. I listened to them and heard Dad encourage Midoriya. After that, Midoriya walked out to the field. Dad began to walk down my way. “Hey dad.”

“Y/N, you spooked me.” He jumped, holding a hand to his chest.

“Sorry.” I said, chuckling.

“Well, it’s alright. You are doing well out there, my little Powerhouse.” I tensed at the nickname.

“Dad.” I whined. He chuckled before moving to walk on. “I’m nervous for the next round.”

“Everything will be fine, Y/N. You’ll see.” He said in a caring voice. He walked away and my shoulders dropped. I needed more than that. Much more. I turned and leant against the wall with my shoulder. I set my head against the wall and took a few un-steady breaths.

“What are you doing dumbass?” I jumped and looked at Bakugo disoriented. I shook my head. I had no idea how long I was standing there. “Are you crying?”

“What?” I reached up and wiped them away. “No just caught some dust in my eyes.” I said before I went to walk away but he caught my arm.

“That’s not it. What’s wrong?” He said softer. I noticed his grip on my arm was soft and…comforting? I looked up at him.

“I just needed some encouragement from someone who didn’t give it. That’s all no big deal.” I pulled away from his grip gently. I had only walked a few feet away when he spoke up.

“Whoever they are, they’re not worth your tears. You shouldn’t need anyone’s encouragement. You strong enough on your own.” I turned to him surprised. He had his back to me, hands in his pockets. I smiled sadly.

“If only you knew who I was talking about.” I whispered.

3rd POV

Bakugo looked over his shoulder as the girl walked away. He fully turned and watched her walk away. Crossing his arms across his chest as he thought about what she said. He knew she meant for him not to hear it but he did.

“Who are you talking about?” He asked out loud. He looked off in the distance in thought. It wasn’t until footsteps caught his attention. He looked behind him to see Deku coming up behind him.

“H-hey Kacchan.” He stuttered while looking a bit tired. Bakugo remembered that Deku had known L/N since before the first day of school.

“Deku! You know L/N, right?” Bakugo asked. He looked at Bakugo strangely.

“Yes. I do. Pretty well, I guess.”

“Who is important to her? Is there anyone here that would or should be in her corner?” Deku looked at him surprised.

“Um, yeah. There is.” He said tentatively.

“Who is it?” Bakugo growled. Deku looked at him before squaring his shoulders.

“I am afraid I cannot tell you, Kacchan. And before you ask me why, it’s not my place or right to tell you. There is a reason they haven’t told anyone and I will not break their trust by outing something that isn’t mine to tell.” Bakugo just stared at him in surprise before Deku walked off.

Y/N’s POV

I breathed out in pain as I walked back into the stadium halls. I had won my first battle against Kaminari but not the second against Iida. My confidence was already down and affected my performance. I rolled my shoulder as I sat down at a table. I pulled my leg up and relaxed back for a moment.

“You did great out there L/N!” Uraraka called out. I smiled at her.

“Thanks.” I called back. I got up a little bit later and walked out. I went to walk up to the student stands. In the corner of my eye is saw green and yellow. I didn’t want to look but did. I saw dad comforting Midoriya and I gave a shaky sigh. I shook my head, biting my lip before continuing on.

*Time Skip*

I was breathing hard but I still ran. I pushed myself harder to try and get away from the robots. This training session was intense and very hard. Half the class was already out and the last few were running dry. I could hear Bakugo and Midoriya just past some rubble. A hit landed right next to me, knocking me off balance.

“Umph.” I rolled off the side and back onto my feet. I dodged an attack before vaulting over a rubble wall. I paused, hearing the robot fussing on the other side. I looked around and saw Midoriya down the street. I rolled my eyes as he waved.

“You doing okay?” He asked.

“Just fine.” I snapped at him. He reeled back at the aggression.

“Are you sure? You’ve been rather testy lately. Did something happen?” He asked concerned. I sighed heavily.

“Of course something did. You’re both just to enamored to see!” I yelled before running on. He ran after me, trying to talk to me but I ignored him. We made way into the cityscape center. I saw Bakugo across the way.

“It’s too quiet here.” Midoriya commented. As soon as he said that, he was tackled off to the side.

“Shit.” I ducked as a bit of the robot flew over my head. I stumbled back, hitting a wall. I watched as he fought the robot with ease. My chest began to fell heavy.

“Come on, Miss L/N. Push on.” I heard my dad’s voice. I scoffed.

“That’s the most encouragement you’ve given me in a month.” I said under my breath. I pushed off the wall and started to fight another robot that showed up. I heard Bakugo on the other side doing the same. In the moment I heard Midoriya scream one of my dad’s catch phrases, I stopped. I just stood there, staring off.

“I give up.” I said softly.

“L/N! Are you alright?” I heard Midoriya yell.

“Oi, dumbass. Get moving!” Bakugo called across the field.

“Miss L/N, I would advise you moving on. Stalling is not advisable in the field.” I heard my father say through the field. I let out a sob. I fell to my knees, burying my face in my hands.

“I give up!” I screamed. “I can’t do this anymore. I. Give. Up!” I screamed, crying out. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I heard yelling around me but I didn’t care not anymore. I am tired, I am hurt, and I just want this to end.

“Y/N! Look out!” I heard Bakugo’s voice close to me. I looked up right as he grabbed me and pulled me off to the side. We rolled and landed a few feet away. I looked over and saw a robot where I once was. It started to move towards us but shut down. “What’s wrong with you dumbass?” Bakugo yelled at me. I looked at him and saw a glare but concern behind it.

“Are you alright, L/N? What happened to…”

“Stay away from me!” I screamed, shuffling back away from Midoriya as he run up. I hid my face in the back of Bakugo’s shoulder as Midoriya skidded to a stop. I peeked over Bakugo’s shoulder at him and he was in shock.

“Young L/N, are you alright?” We all looked over to see All Might and Aizawa running up.

“You stay away from me too!” I pointed at my dad. I hid my face again and gripped onto Bakugo’s arm. I felt him place a hand on mine but I could tell all of them were confused. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t immediately recognize the touch so I figured it was Aizawa. I peeked out at him with teary eyes.

“Are you alright?” I nodded before retracting back.

“L/N, what wrong?” Bakugo asked. I just shook my head.

“Not here, not now.” I mumbled.

“Alright.” Aizawa said and stood. “We’re done for the day. All of you go get changed and go home. You three, meet in the classroom.”

“Why me?” Bakugo yelled.

“Because you’re the only one that L/N seems to be comfortable around right now.” Aizawa said firmly. It was silent for a moment.

“Alright.” He agreed without another argument.

I was sitting on the cabinets in the back of the classroom with Bakugo leaning next to me. Midoriya and my dad were at the front of the classroom. I had calmed down some but was still upset. I wouldn’t even look at the two. Aizawa finally came in closing the door behind him.

“Okay. What is going on?” He asked out loud. I glanced at him before looking back out the window. “Not talking. Alright. Do you two know what it is that made her act this way? That made her break down in the middle of a dangerous training session?” From the accusation in his voice I could tell he already knew.

“I am not sure. I have never seen her act like this before.” My dad said. I chuckled darkly.

“Then open your eyes or take off the blinders.” I growled. He looked at me surprised. I saw Bakugo glance between the two of us. He raised an eyebrow at me.

“I am sure I don’t know what you mean. I…” I cut him off.

“Of course you don’t!” I shot up and yelled. “You haven’t noticed one thing about me in month’s dad! Ever since…” I looked at Midoriya. “Ever since then. I have been left behind. Every time I needed encouragement from you I got nothing. Every time I needed advice from you I got nothing.”

“That can’t be, I…”

“The sports festival! I was nervous about the last round and I told you! But the only thing you said was everything will be fine, you’ll see.” I laughed with no amusement. I could hear Bakugo muttering confused behind me. I looked back at him and he had surprise and confusion written all over his face. “Yes, All Might the symbol of Peace is my dad. Unfortunately at the moment.”

“Y/N.”

“No. I’m not done. You made me despise a person that has never done anything bad to me. I haven’t got anything from you since day one. Nothing substantial at least. I don’t have a mother and no one else in this world then my dad but it seems like he’s in someone else corner only. Everyone else corner than mine. Well at least you’ve never treated me bad right? I guess it’s not all bad.” I said in a dark tone.

“Y/N…” He stood stunned.

“Speechless, huh?” I chuckled, feeling tears coming on again. “Look, I don’t want stop with your prodigy but a little acknowledgement or help from time to time. Okay? Okay.” I said before grabbing my bag and walking out. I heard someone running behind me. I looked back to see Bakugo.

“So…your All Might’s daughter, huh?”

“Yeah, the one and only.” I said. I crossed my arms over my stomach as we walked. He hummed and we walked in silence. I could feel the silent tears falling down my face.

“As awesome as that is…right now All Might is my least favorite person right now. Even less than Deku. Why was he even involved in this? Whatever. They are both little shitty…”

“Bakugo!” I yelled frustrated. He fell silent. We stopped and I took a big breath. “I know this is your own way of trying to comfort me but it’s not working, alright? I just…” I covered my face with my hands for a second before letting them drop. I looked at him. “I just want to be alone alright? I can’t, I don’t…I just can’t right now.” I paused to look at him in the face. “I don’t want to blow up on you like I did him. So please, I just want to be alone.” I could see apprehension in his eyes but I didn’t care. I turned and walked away.

“You shouldn’t be alone right now.” He called after me. I could hear him take a few steps before stopping again.

“I know.” I said before turning a corner and walked away from him.

Tags: @spicy-therapist-mom

[sample-text]

As a gift for @mcchipy, some Aatrox angst featuring two extra darkin ocs that are not mentioned by name.

The wind carried the stifling stench of corrupted magic, clouds of swirling pink and purple that filled that sky as far as the eye could see, the very ground having been cracked open to show the pulsing amethyst magic from beneath. From the beautiful geode pours forth monstrous amalgamations that only know hunger.

The Watchers have returned.

The squelching of body parts being severed and roars are all Chippy can hear. A large red and humanoid monstrosity named Aatrox fights one of the creatures that had poured forth from the Earth, the large sword that Aatrox wields swinging down onto the creature again, finally ending it as its body falls apart down the middle. Chippy was forced to cover her face as the impact of the body sent a cloud of dirt was sent flying in her direction, the major wounds on her leg and stomach collecting from the cloud. Aatrox remains on guard next to the much smaller Chippy, only measuring up to Aatrox’s shin at the moment, both forced to wait for the arrival of the four other darkin. Another horde of void born spawns from the cracks and moves toward the two darkin, Aatrox moving to intercept them.

Aatrox, having disposed of the smaller spawn, is now locked in combat with another humongous void born. Chippy looks to the horizon and sees the telltale stature of the second-largest darkin, knowing that the other three are not far behind. The distraction cost her, several smaller voidlings having come from elsewhere began rushing Chippy. The scream that tore from Chippy’s throat as she managed to dodge the stabbing legs pulled Aatrox from his fight, forced to shove the hulking mass away from himself, Aatrox rushes to Chippy’s side. The spawnlings don’t last long when faced with the greatsword that Aatrox wields, allowing for the large darkin’s attention to be turned to Chippy as she calls his name.

The others are almost here, we just need to hold out a little longer. He nods, turning his attention back to his previous enemy, a beam is fired from a small void spawn and causes Aatrox to go flying away from Chippy. With the combination of non-stop fighting, no blood to consume, and the corrupted magic wielded by the smaller void creature, Aatrox is forced to lay on the ground as both void spawns approach. No amount of noise, movement, or projectile rocks that were thrown at the spawn affected their attention, both being dead set on finishing the downed darkin. Aatrox manages to reach for his weapon but continues to struggle to stand, now being pinned down by the largest spawn.

It all happened in slow motion. Chippy was struggling to move closer to Aatrox, watching as the void magic-user charged up their magic, the way Aatrox turned to stare at Chippy with a hint of a smile on his face. Time sped up, Aatrox’s body was no longer there, his mind now returned to his sword prison. They weren’t done, the large void spawns claws slammed down onto the greatsword repeatedly. Chippy fights against her wounds as she crawls closer to the sword.

The greatsword shatters.

Both spawns now turn toward Chippy before they can approach an arrow that pierces the chest of the smaller spawn followed by the visceral noise of claws tearing of chunks from the body of the larger spawn. Chippy sees two figures wielding a scythe and sickle respectively rush past hurt and begin to tear through void born that haven’t been killed yet, arrows firing past the two figures to pierce enemies. Chippy didn’t care, she continued to crawl with tears blurring her vision and her wounds continuing to bleed as they are re-opened. As Chippy makes it to the remains of the greatsword she cups the broken pieces and holds them close to her, releasing a guttural cry. Claws gently wrap around Chippy’s body, allowing her to mourn as the battle against the void continues around them.

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

How I’d rewrite/reboot Miraculous Season 1/2/3

And I mean, like, if I got handed Miraculous and I was allowed to direct an entirely new show.

These are just a few notes, maybe I’ll write more on just character stuff, but that’d just be me complaining about how the writers write their characters and you’ve heard me complain about that already.

Anyways though, I’d give Chat Noir more powers definitely. I always thought that little black hole thing in the concept art was cool. 

Also god almighty I’d make the show have an actual timeline

I always thought the “watch it in any order” thing was BS.

Anyways, my main change though would be the episodes in general, and this is why the timeline is important:

First season wise, I’d cut a few akuma episodes (maybe move Puppeteer from season 1 to 2 as well as Numeric and Guitar Villain), but make sure every classmate gets their own episode. (I’d also give Vanisher her own fucking episode cause she deserved one)

The kicker would be that the akuma episodes would be almost ENTIRELY character driven, and not on Mari and Adrien no no- About 50% of the episode would be about the akumatized character. Their motivations, their past, their personal goals and ideals. About 15% is just Marinette, the other 15% is just Adrien, because they’re BOTH main characters here, the twenty percent is both of them, and the rest is the akuma

There would be a moment in every episode where the akuma would mutter “What am I doing?” As they wonder why they’re so angry, justifying it or cementing the fact that they are in the wrong, before continuing the fight.

This can become a moment to Volpina as Lila asks herself “What am I doing?”, only to shake her head- a short flashback goes across her, very brief and very close curtained to give mystery as she corrects herself and says “No, I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Volpina would be more about Adrien and Marinette, especially because this episode is testing them and is a season finale.

Then. There would be episodes that are entirely unrelated to the akumas. About the kids. About the class. About Marinette and Adrien.

Then, in Volpina, which is put on its head because Lila’s put in more mystery as a potential villain with a secluded past- we get the cliffhanger that is Chat Noir and Ladybug meeting Master Fu, but with more build up as he drops the damn mic.

But how I’d end the season isn’t a cliffhanger of meeting Master Fu, no no, that’s not the cliffhanger I’m ending it on, here’s a.. I guess screen play on what i’d write:

...

Master Fu: Ladybug and Chat Noir..

[The akuma alert rings out on three new people’s phones that you cannot see, as Master Fu’s voice continues to speak over]

Master Fu: the powers of the miraculous is a tricky thing children. You two..

[Chat Noir and Ladybug rush through the city to see a giant roaring Kaiju like Akuma breaking through the streaks.]

Master Fu: ..are the mirrors of each other. The yin and yang to this world. The Creation and Destruction. You hold the balance of good and evil, and the future of whether we shall fall or rise.

[Chat Noir looks softly at Ladybug who looks back, as they’re standing on the edge of a building, their hands intertwined tightly as they share a determined gaze]

Master Fu: But you are still children. With the weight of the world on their backs, and it is a terrifying battle you both face, and though I shall guide you on this journey- My shield has long been shattered. [The camera pans back to his Parlor as he grips tightly to his cane, however his wrist is barren. No bracelet attached.]

Master Fu: But..

[It snaps back to Ladybug and Chat Noir, as a foot steps into frame, the two turning around in confusion, before it clicks back to Master Fu one last time as he smiles] Master Fu: You are no longer alone.

[The music rises as looking towards the hero’s with glowing eyes of their respective colors are three new figures. One with a fox pendent, one with a turtle bracelet, and one with a Bee Comb]

[End]

..

And then with the start of Season 2, we would be introduced to our three new Permanent heroes and Main Characters! Rena Rouge; the slightly bullheaded but well meaning fox hero who’s stubbornness and idolizing of Ladybug occasionally gets in the way of her true brilliance. Carapace; the laid back protector, who’s overwhelming passion to keep his friends safe is challenged by his insecurities and fears. And Queen Bee; the snarky lancer to Ladybug despite her clear admiration to the red hero, who has much to learn and much to do. 

While our two centric disaster kids are still the main POV characters who we’ll see every episode, Season 2 would feature Alya, Nino, and Chloe in their own special and unique to themself episodes, as we travel in their shoes now as heroics are placed into their lives as people.

Like the show, Mayura would show up by the end of Season 2, just when the new hero team just got used to being a team and felt confident for like five minutes. It only gets worse with the return of Lila Rossi.

Season 3′s conflict would be less about Love and more about the theme of Trust and Support. 

Lila’s battle of minds against Marinette as the trust of the class and support wavers from these two; Master Fu grows old and maybe even senile as the years catch up to him and his trust in the other users besides Ladybug starts to become fragile; Adrien’s growing paranoia on whether or not Ladybug trusts him anymore grows more and more; Alya is split between two of her good friends and isn’t sure what to do; Nino does his best to support everyone, and Chloe has to learn to trust herself to make the right decision with the return of Audrey.

Also, how Kagami and Luka’s different acts of support for Marinette and Adrien affect them. Meaning their impact isn’t just because they’re love interests, it’s because during this stressful season, they bring peace to Marinette and Adrien, which throws around the Love Square not for plot sake, but because the characters genuinely like Kagami and Luka.

Instead of Miracle Queen, it’s actually Marinette who snaps. I’ve written this akumanette season finale idea before here’s the link to it: https://justanotherpersonsuniverse.tumblr.com/post/629706086227771393/i-feel-like-if-she-was-going-to-snap-itd-be

ANYWAYS

That’s just some main things I would do if I rebooted miraculous, save Chat Blanc for a finale. Uh. Hope you liked this? Send me feedback I could be fun to talk about these ideas I guess?

[troublesometrollhunters]

I DIDN'T REALIZE YOU TAKING ASKS AHHH. Okie, how about.... Morgana gets a crush on another woman and the Eldritch Queen struggles with her emotions because she's supposed to be a dramatic evil queen but this particular lady gives her butterflies in her stomach and it's hard to stay dignified like that.

Morgana met you through intresting means. You had hired Angor.

You wanted revenge and you needed a powerful magic user, you'd found the Legend of his ring and through hard work, determination, and the screams of your family haunting you, you find his ring as well. When you summoned him Morgana watched over her faithful champion And was suprised by your offer. You promised to give the ring back after he helped you murder the ones who had stolen everything from you. You told him you don't want pity, you know of his circumstances so it's fair he knows of yours. After you tell him of ehat happened with her overhearing and the job you have planned and how you want them to hurt she is intrigued. She follows you as the weeks go by now focusing on you more than Angor.

Angor feels himself warming up to you. Your strong, bold, and you have a fascination with troll culture despite being human. Your a kind hearted soul and he can see how humans have affected you greatly, like how the Gum Gums affected him. He finds himself sympathizing with you, with what happened.

Your family was connected to the Arcane arts but you all used your gifts for medicine and to help the town you live in proposer. Crops flourished, animals had healthy births and good rich meat, milk was plentiful among all livestock, babies always laughed never crying at night, people rarely got sick, and gold and silver were prosperous in your village. One day early in the morning you were out collecting ingredients from the woods when you smelled smoke. Not like cooking smoke or a campfire. This was heavy smoke and it smelled vile.

Your heart raced as your eyes widened.

You dropped your basket running but you were too late. Your family was locked into your childhood home and they were being burned alive. They screamed and clawed but signals covered the house. They couldn't escape their untimely end and you stood and watched unable to help. You had given your life to this town. Your soul. And they murdered your blood while they slept.

You make it very clear to Angor. You don't do blood magic. The tricks you know are far and few inbetween, you were barely a beginner mage at the time. You faired much better in potions than actual magic, sometimes the gift skipped a generation so sadly your magic was less powerful than most in your family. Now you were the only one to carry on your traditions. You made it a goal to learn magic as you hunted down the bastards who murdered your family. Angor agreed to teach you because he admired how you wanted to lay the final blow. Ending the people who'd ended you.

Angor feels himself growing attached as weeks become months as you both keep searching.

But little does he know Morgana has the same sentiment. She had been abandoned by her family, yours had been taken from you. You both wanted to flourish in magic but you had setbacks. You both were strong, confident, and determined. She wanted you to be hers.

One night while you were asleep and Angor worked on hunting Morgana contacted him. She began asking questions demanding answers. Angor felt himself growing frustrated because it became obvious fairly quickly that Morgana liked you. He LIKED you. He would deny his lady nothing but you. You had come to him for help. You chose him. Morgana wasn't going to take you. Not this time.

"They came to me Morgana. Leave them alone." Angor hisses in agitation as the conversation continues. His hand clutches around his dagger and Morganas golden form flares angry.

"You dare raise a knife to your queen? I'm asking about where your loyalties lie and how much you know about them. Do not question me." She hisses glaring down at Angor. Angor feels his heart grow heavy and groans reaching for his chest. Morganas light hovered above him, burning him like the sun. "You really think they'd want you? Someone hollow and empty and broken and weak? You belong to me Angor. And so do they." Angor roars slashing at Morganas spiritual form.

"Your not my master anymore you can't control me!" He slashes his blade towards her and a fight breaks out.

The roar and sound of magic awkaened you. Morgana disspeared leaving you sleepy and confused and Angor looking very flustered. His eyes were narrowed and he breathed deeply. His daggers were out making you concerned. His eyes softened as he looked at you. For now you were safe...

Morgana was pouting back in her cave as she began pacing. She didn't LIKE you. You were an ally. A tool. Same as Angor. Same as everyone! So... why did she get so mad when Angor stood up for you? When he showed he cared? Her face heats up and she screams sending energy around the cave. How dare Angor defy her!!!

SHE WAS ETERNAL SHE WAS MAGIC AND MOTHER OF MONSTERS!!! She did not...

She groans settling into her throne. Closing her eyes she came to the realization she did like a human.

"Damn the gods..." She mumbles. Fate had a cruel sense of humor.

Angor stares at you. You rub your eyee and he signs grumbling to himself about how he woke you. He comes closer and assures you it's fine and to go back to sleep. The wind howls and the stars shine as you cuddle closer into your furr blankets.

"... I can't..." You mumble. Your mind is riddled with questions and regrets. Your soul feels heavy and damned. You stare into the fire and feel your gut twist. You were also suspicious. Who was Angor talking too? Or was he fighting his own inner demons? Staring at him the troll grumbles coming closer.

Angor sits with you. He throws something in the fire and it blazes high and bright warming your fleshy skin. He looks at you and taking out a chunk of his skin begins carving.

The flash of the blade and the sound of chiseling are almost harmonic. You lean on him feeling sleep about to take you. Angor smiles before he begins to hum deep from his chest. Rhymes from his village he heard as a whelp. He leans close as your eyes close and his lips brush your forehead. He tucks your hair back and smiles softly staring at his totem.

"Goodnight my sweet mage." Falling limp against him he watches over you and keeps an eye out for Morgana.

Morgana had hurt him she would not take you.

[moontheoretist]

The show currently on had a bunch of stuffed shirts sitting at a round table. ["...my esteemed colleague, Professor Newell, gives too much credence to the ex-Avengers' education. I simply don't believe they all read and fully comprehended the document they were rejecting. Steve Rogers had a high school diploma and one year of art college."] Steve curled his lip. ["That doesn't mean he's illiterate," Newell, a brown-haired man with glasses, said. The other man, his tight coils of hair salt and pepper gray, raised an eyebrow. "As a lawyer, I'd be the first to say legal documents are needlessly complex, but no lay person can just sit down and read a 1000-page legal agreement and absorb the intricacies with nothing more than a high school education from the 1940s. Not without help." Newell ceded the point with a nod. "And Wanda Maximoff is a street orphan and doesn't even have that. Ditto Clint Barton, who grew up in a traveling circus. The Ant Man has an engineering degree, which makes me think he would have ample education to comprehend the Accords, but he had little time to do it in—only the flight to Germany, and investigators say he was likely shrunk and in Clint Barton's pocket, as there's no evidence of him on the passenger list, but he suddenly appeared at the Leipzig/Halle airport. It's questionable he bothered to shrink the Accords with him or bring the necessary resources to decipher all the legalese."] Scott got up and left the room. Wanda curled up and hugged her knees to her chest. Steve remembered the hasty conversation he'd had with Scott before the battle. Scott had no idea about the Accords back then. He thought they were there to fight over killer assassins. Steve rubbed his forehead. ["That leaves only Sergeant Sam Wilson, a man well-educated by the armed forces. I wondered what made him reject a document that his own government and one hundred and sixteen other countries supported, and then I read up on Lieutenant General Ross' record. Any man who has served in the military and heard of Ross' abuse of his own forces and how he used his own daughter as bait in pursuit of The Hulk would have zero respect for the retired general and Secretary of State. Ross was spearheading the US support of the Accords. Whether or not this influenced Sergeant Wilson's decision to reject them, I cannot say."] "This is bullshit," Clint said, obviously fuming. "I didn't need some stupid diploma to tell me the Accords are a shitty idea." ["You haven't said anything about the Black Widow," the moderator said, shifting his papers around on the big desk. "Ms. Romanov is an interesting case. Raised and educated by the top-secret Soviet training program called the Red Room, the Black Widow supported the Accords at first. She appeared to recognize their necessity, but then during the fight at the airport seemed to run into an issue of allegiance in fighting her friends. Understandable, I think. It's why the Avengers should never have been sent to contain the renegades. But who else could battle that sort of might? "In any event, it appears to be no coincidence that the Avengers who sided with the Accords all have master's degrees or higher." "Or much higher," the mediator said, abandoning neutrality. "Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes as a master's in engineering as well as officer's training, Stark has multiple doctorates, and the Vision is said to have access to the sum of all human knowledge. The King of Wakanda obviously has the finest political education as a leader of his nation, and I understand he is also an engineer." "Nothing is known about the Spider-Man," Newell said. "No, that's true. He'll have to remain an enigma." "But it's your contention that education had something to do with renegades choosing not to support the Accords," the mediator said. "I think it's obvious."] *** ["Hello, all. Thank you for time. "As Mr. Sjöberg mentioned, I recently came into some information regarding The Winter Soldier that I felt was of international importance, especially since he had the protection of some very powerful people. The ICC is just the place to turn when the State is unable or unwilling to carry out an investigation and prosecute the perpetrators."] Steve drew in a shocked breath. ["I found this information at a Hydra bunker in Siberia, where Rogers, Barnes and I had an altercation about whether suppressing this information was cool or not." Stark gave an acid grin. "In the course of this disagreement, Rogers disabled my suit and left me in the Hydra bunker to freeze, unable to radio a rescue team."] Sam sank his head into his hands with a curse. ["However, Rogers' 'leave our teammates behind' policy turned out to be useful, because while searching for a way to communicate with my rescue team, I discovered a trove of records spanning back decades on the Hydra supersoldier program. I looked through all of it, hoping to save it and get retrieved before Hydra returned. "What I discovered was more than enough: movies, photos, and detailed plans to assassinate political heads of state, industrial leaders, diplomats, prominent artists, radical leaders and activists, all of whom were murdered by The Winter Soldier. Included in these documents were the names of the ones who ordered the kills, the criminals behind the deeds. For the last three weeks, with the assistance of the Joint Terrorism Task Force, that's what we've been up to—rounding up the bad guys with a vengeance." The murmurs grew into a roar of approval. "Most of the Hydra operatives still living have been arrested for their complicity in murdering countless important figures who stood against Hydra's core principles of racism and fascism. Despite the unnecessary delay introduced by Rogers, who could have put us onto Barnes and thus the location of the bunker that much sooner, the loved ones and family members of the deceased will at long last know, and hopefully find peace in knowing, just what happened to their loved ones, and why."] Tony's voice trembled on the last part, and Steve felt a pit growing in his stomach that he couldn't shake off. ["My only regret is whom I have to thank for this. The man behind the Vienna bombing was the one who revealed the truth to me by showing me the video of my parents being murdered by The Winter Soldier. The man who told me the truth is a criminal. But then, the man who kept the truth from us all is a criminal as well. "Thank you all for listening. There will be no questions."] *** Tony lifted his hand and smacked away the letter he was writing as Rhodey walked in. "Sour patch! Look at you. How're the legs feeling?" "Better now that I tweaked the timing on the left one. Feels more natural now. But, Tony..." "Awesome. You should totally patent that port thing. That was really good work." Tony pulled up the schematics of Rhodey's braces to take a look at the timing adjustment port Rhodey had added. "I don't have time for—that's not why I came in here, Tones. Vision got a call—" "Time, shmime. I'll have Friday draft up the diagrams and application for you." "It would be my pleasure, Colonel Rhodes." "Yes, fine. Thanks, Fri. Tones, listen. Something's happened with the renegades." Tony stopped fiddling and gave Rhodey his full attention. "Tell me." "It's weird as hell." Rhodey dropped onto a lab stool and rolled over to join him. "Wanda contacted Vision to tell him she delivered Rogers to the US Embassy in Nairobi. I checked, and sure enough, according to embassy officials, she made him walk in like a zombie, then directed him to 'Wait here until Tony Stark comes to arrest you.'"

Into the Weeds by truet

This is literally the best Team Iron Man fic I read till now, and it includes all the things I missed from the other ones: acknowledgment of Rhodey’s smarts, acknowledgment of the education Rogues had, acknowledgment that Wanda may actually get angry at Steve when she learns what he did and what it means to her, acknowledgment that Hydra agents who ordered the murders should be arrested, acknowledgment of Tony relying on other people to actually accomplish or polish the things he engages with (JCCT, braces).

The only thing it doesn’t have is acknowledgment that Shuri doesn’t need BARF to help Barnes, but it’s only because the fact that the story never reaches that point, but damn, so many Team Iron Man fics mistreats other charas and I know it is not malicious, that it is because the authors love Tony and want him to fix the issues himself, but Tony isn’t omnipotent god of science and I would like people to get that Shuri is as mart as he is and can definitely handle helping Barnes and making his arm without Tony’s help, as much as Rhodey can fix his braces and doesn’t need Tony to constantly do it for him, because he has proper education to handle that, and also he is the user, so he knows best what is wrong and what is right and what works.

I also tend to like the stories which don’t demonize Wanda more than the ones which do, because I think she was radicalized, but not evil and those stories, where she is an evil Hydra agent or actually went mad long ago and nobody noticed, as much as interesting and enjoyable don’t really get what it means to be radicalized and then trying to de-radicalize and also heavily fall into the trap of demonizing a woman in the same way misogynist media creators usually do and the only thing I can blame is the fact that we all are raised in the society which hates women and even if we don’t actively believe in it some of it stays with us, in our subconscious and affects what we write and how. Everybody is capable of evil as long as they believe something very much and Wanda is more prone to that due to her background. Not to mention that those stories also usually infantilize her and I like to see her actually being treated like an adult she always was, who understands the consequences of Steve’s action for her and who would do something, albeit something stupid mind you, to mitigate her case, because she is an adult, and she like any other adult person would want to help her case somehow.

Oh, and author also knows how the whole “who arrests who” system works, so their stories actually show that nobody in the MCU creator board of creators, including the Russos, does a goddamn research about Europe. Most people don’t have this knowledge, so movies don’t seem off to them, but to people who do have this knowledge movies are weird and illogical.

[solar-pxwered]

HEADCANON:

I was discussing this in DMs the other day so I figured it's a good time to drop it here.

Aerosmith can and will manifest without a bomb. If Narancia feels threatened, angry or has intent to harm, it will automatically manifest with the bomb. If Narancia is at ease or happy then there will not be a bomb brought along. Also, if there is none and he WANTS there to be at any point, Aerosmith must be put away and brought back out again for it to appear, it never just pops out of thin air.

In a similar vein, Aerosmith has moods of it's own despite how Narancia may be feeling at the time. If Narancia secretly likes someone, Aerosmith shows affection even if it's user is being stoic, angry or even distrustful. Sometimes if Narancia is faking good spirits, Aerosmith will appear sluggish or uncooperative.

When Aerosmith is happy, it will fly differently than in battle. It will loop-the-loop, barrel roll, weave side to wide or up and down, hover close or take off on it's own. When happy, the engine noise is more like a putter or a nyoom.

When unhappy, Aerosmith flies aggressively and very pointedly, always to a specific goal and never with any unnecessary added movement. If it barrel rolls in this mode, it's probably about to pump someone or something full of lead. In this state the engine sound is nothing at all like a toy plane and all war plane roaring.