#More like the kitsune advocate

[rosssrandomblog]

Chapter 7 (?! Or it's 8) anyway, Mistuhide is in jail for treason and it's Sariel's route all over again but this time I actually understand what is happening 'cause I don't depend on a screen translator.

I am loving it.

I love the I know he's innocent and I will prove it trope.

'Cause is a trope, right?

#ikemen series #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #Ikesen mistuhide #mistuhide #It seem that my type is the CIA agent like instructor that will be charged for treason #Which happens to be also the torture master of what ever court we're at #I am literally ready to play the devils advocate #More like the kitsune advocate #Ross plays ikemen series

[tubbytarchia]

Etho doodles in which I let my inner dinosaur nerd take over 😔 and also have no idea how to shade

Get it cause he's old and washed up haha... ok but actual raptor Etho hybrid justification below cut

To be honest the main reason was because I really wanted a hybrid in the mix who wasn't some furry creature and a reptile or amphibian or smth instead. Etho still ended up feathered but whatever it's close enough! But for ACTUAL reasoning:

He does feel damn ancient, like an old deity of the mcyt space that no one can dislike. Dinosaurs are the same!! They're old but still thought of with great fascination and fondness, everyone loves dinosaurs...

Dinosaurs are ever so mysterious, as many advancements as we make there's still so much we don't know. Just as we know jackshit about mister Kakashi skin man. Also, there are so many incomplete skeletons out there. I didn't have a particular species in mind for Etho, because where's the mystery in that? He can be one of those 5% skeleton 95% speculation dinosaurs like this guy!! Missing jaw and all

"I'm a runner, not a protector" - so, a raptor, or more specifically the Dromaeosauridae family, which literally has "running/runner" in its name

But! I'm always a fan of stuff going against its nature, especially in this case! Etho states he's not a runner yet protects his allies rather fiercely even in total silence. Eg refusing to kill Cleo in SL or to give away Tango's location during the LimL manhunt, same for Grian in SL. He was a bit flaky in 3L I think? And he only started to have genuine care for allies in LL with Bdubs? Though he is still very much a runner in many cases like during the LL Wither fight. Research also strongly suggests that most if not all raptors were solitary hunters, and the way I see Etho (through my shamefully limited watchtime of his POVs...) he feels a lot like someone who ultimately only trusts himself at the start even if he's pleasant and allying with others, and doesn't seem to think he can carry his weight in groups though he doesn't voice this a lot. That's just how Etho is, very composed, but it feels like there's an insecurity there, showcased especially in SL but again I haven't seen almost any of his POVs in full so maybe I'm talking out of my ass!! Sorry ethogirls I'm only a sidegig ethogirl myself... But yeah tldr to me he gives off the vibe of an otherwise solitary animal struggling to find 100% sure footing in a pack. In whichever ways he does go against his nature, its not usually made a show of

At the mention of a raptor, a lot of people will probably think of the glamourized Jurassic Park Velociraptors. But those awesome guys from the movies are actually the size of chickens. In general though, dinosaurs tend to be a bit.. exaggerated in media, despite how inherently fascinating they already are. And I think it fits Etho because we all know how the Lifers seem to fear and mancrush on him when he's just some dork with perfect capability to become pathetic at a moment's notice. Still, he's a clearly skilled player and still respected without question Etho's not some killer machine like some people make dinosaurs out to be. He's just a fellow creature fulfilling his role in the ecosystem 👍

dinosaurs are cool

The hook-like sickle claws on the feet... something something fishing rod

I swear I'm not turning all my Lifers into hybrids I'm not!! Still plenty normal humans in the mix I swear....... But Etho is such a radical dude, I really wanted to do something more for him. The whole Kitsune thing that I often see associated with him is really cool. I don't actually know the reasoning for it but I assume something something naruto, but also, him being this ancient mythical cryptid who people know so little about, you know? It makes SO much sense. So anyway I turned him into a dinosaur instead rawr

As a herbivore advocate I also considered stuff like the triceratops (known for how they protect themselves and their own) but nah the raptor symbolism...

#ethoslab fanart #ethoslab #listen I have an ankylosaurus as my sona of course Im a dinosaur nerd #trafficblr #I feel so weird having so few tags um. #hey ethogirls how are you doing whats your guys' favorite dinosaurs #tubby art

[altorav]

We saw halloween Neku as a butler, and "Eri" Shiki as a witch/magical girl. What do you think "Shiki" Shiki's outfit would be? PS. I LOVE your tengu/kitsune AU. :)

This is actually a doodle I had awhile back. So just in time

I'm actually an advocate on promoting 'RG Shiki' as an evolved version of UG Shiki in some way (instead of some kind of 'downgraded' version that she likes to see herself as) so my personal take of a Halloween 'RG Shiki' is just another witch but one that looks a little more mature (and fancier) than her 'UG' version. Her dress is longer and more elegant.

Also, I see halloween UG Shiki as still Shiki and not Eri. In my headcanon, if Eri would ever have a halloween costume she'd be dressing as a mermaid or other things that allow her to wear something very flashy (because she loves being the center of attention)

Also, thanks! I hope I can create more of the tengu/kitsune AU one day since I'm kinda interested to explore a Shiki who is a little more complicated morally (deliberately catfishing an entire family because she's so damn starved of receiving affection yum)

#asks #twewy #shiki misaki

[rowanwolf]

Talking About 'Linking

I don't talk much about being a fictionlinker. Mainly because that's voluntary. I talk much more about being a wolf and a gryphon and a kitsune, because I didn't chose to be those things. Theriotypes and kintypes aren't chosen, so I feel a little more free to talk about them. But linktypes are chosen. And I think there's a sort of gatekeep-y weirdness about not being able to (or not feeling that I'm able to) talk about my linktype. And I want to kind of get into that a bit.

I am, on the whole, against KFF. If you're not familiar with that term, it means "kin for fun." Not because I feel there's anything inherently wrong with taking on an identity voluntarily, even just for fun. My opposition to it comes from the terminology. "Kin" is our word - and not a verb. It's shorthand for "otherkin" and widely used in the otherkin and therian community. As I said, I don't feel there's anything wrong with taking on an identity because you want to, but use the right term. That's what the terms "linktype" and "link" exist for. The issue with KFFers is that they've hijacked the community's terminology and invaded spaces that are refuges for otherkin and therians. And then the bigger issue is that a lot of them (from what I've seen) turn around and call those of us who are actually otherkin or therians crazy. Because our identities are genuine.

So I do really advocate for the use of the terms "otherlink" and "-linker" and "-linking." It just helps distinguish actual 'kin from folkel who have taken on their identity voluntarily. But at the same time, I don't feel that I can talk about having done so myself. I have a copinglink that I've developed. Firekeeper helps me deal with stress and stressful situations. She started out as mainly to do with things relating to my therianthropy. She's physically human, but was raised by wolves and identifies as a wolf. Over time, she's become something that helps me deal with stress in general. And I took her on voluntarily. She's a part of me, but she was a choice I made and she feels very different to me than my theriotypes and kintypes.

On topic, though, I don't typically feel like I can talk about my linktype, because I don't want to be seen as "faking it." But just because that one identity is voluntary, that doesn't mean the rest are. I'm not a wolflinker or a gryphonlinker, I'm a wolf therian and gryphonkin. But I am not fictionkin, I'm a fictionlinker. They're different things. And I feel that, although my experience as a fictionlinker is different than my experience as otherkin (I feel that's maybe closer to fictionkin than therianthropy, since my kintypes are mythical creatures) there are similarities: I find a great deal of euphoria and comfort in reading Firekeeper's source and I do shift involuntarily at times - although I think that may be more that my brain has decided this is a good coping mechanism for stress. I have an extremely strong attachment to her and to her brother, Blind Seer. He feels like family to me.

But I don't want folkel to look at my having a linktype and immediately label me a fake or a KFFer as far as actually being a therian and otherkin. And that's a divide I think needs to be addressed. If folkel would use the correct terminology, I think that would be a good start. Having that established, separate terminology would help create a distinction of space and give room for respectful discussion. I know one thing I've heard mentioned with regard to issues with calling KFFers problematic is that some of them might be actual otherkin or therians who just haven't figured that out yet. And I think having that division of space would actually help that. It would give folkel with voluntary identities - 'linkers - their own space within the broader alterhuman community. If 'linkers were able to interact with the otherkin community in a manner that respected our 'kin identities as real and genuine and not chosen, it would allow for better discourse. And while you'd still get those folks who decide we're nuts for believing our identities to be true, I think that calming of the hostilities that have come largely from KFFers trying to invade 'kin spaces could allow 'linkers who are actually otherkin or therians to be able to discuss and explore that facet of their identities.

I don't know, that's just my two cents. I'm old and first joined the community when therians and otherkin were still very much separate (hence my distinction in my referring to them), but I think that with a respect for boundaries, things could improve greatly. I do have more to say about Firekeeper, but I'm going to make that a separate post. I feel this is probably the outer bounds of this post's topic.

#therianthropy #otherkinity #therian #otherkin #otherkind #wolf therian #gryphonkin #kitsunekin #otherlink #theriotype #kintype #linktype #This just strikes me as a weird barrier. #And like... Firekeeper serves a purpose. But I don't feel all linktypes have to. #It's just a very odd thing. #This sort of meandered all over the place but I did try to stay on topic. #alterhuman #alterhumanity #otherlinker

[silent-dragon]

TWST OC Student Profile ~ Kurai Seirei

Kurai's playlist

Personal Info

Name - Kurai Seirei

DJ Name - GhostBlade

Group Name - SoulBeam

Age - 19(Permanently)

Birthday - 5/20

Zodiac - Taurus

Gender - Male

Species - Human(Revived)/Seirei

Height - 213cm/7ft

Eye Color: Light Blue

Hair Color: Snow White with Cardinal Red Streaks

Orientation - Pansexual

Family: Kosuke - Half Brother(Estranged)

Unknown Mother

Homeland - Sunset Savanna

Twist of Yone(Heartsteel) from League of Legends

College Info

School - Night Ravens College

Dorm - Diasomnia

Year - 4th year

Best Subject - Music,P.E.

Club - Pop Music Club

Other Info

Occupation - Underground DJ,Swordsmanship Teacher,SoulBeam Manager,Music Manager

Favorite Food - Plain Cold Brew Coffee

Likes - HeadPhones/Earbuds,Electronic Music,MP3 Players,Coffee,Doing Laundry,Checking Well-Being of Others,Cooking,Organization,Cleaning,Foxes/Kitsune,Transparent Accessories,Swordplay,RGB Computer Parts

Dislikes - Disorganization,Adan getting cuts/bruises,Sabir lifting people up randomly,His brother,Akos,One drop of dairy creamer touching his coffee

Unique Magic - Spiritual Beats - With certain BPS music playing in his hidden earbuds can separate his soul from his body. Can do most spirit/ghost like things when like this and can go completely invisible. Will return to his physical body if the music has stopped by either mp3 player battery out or someone has disturbed his body.

Personality - Very much an selfless advocate type,Kurai likes to keep certain things to himself but strives to better the lives of his peers. He does tasks such as laundry,cooking,and cleaning up others' messes so that they don't stress and can learn to be great people. He doesn't ever ask for anything in return except continuing their life path forward. Most in Diasomnia say he has a lot of motherly vibes given what he does for everyone.

Bio - He rather not dwell on the past as he is no longer the person he once was due to a situation with his half brother. Kurai,the one you see before you,is a young,tidy and organized man who goes at the beat of his own mind. He is a DJ and tends to make beats for Adan's music. Despite being in Diasomnia and kinda on his own he does seem to be great friends with Adan & Sabir as usually find him with them if outside the dorm. Known in Diasomnia as the dorm mom by the others as he tends to do the laundry,cooks them tasty snacks,and is prone to check up on the health of everyone. Never asks for any kindness towards him in return.

Some other things

Kurai wears his Kitsune mask quite often while in class and around a large crowd of people. Usually doesn't wear it when doing manual labor tasks like laundry or in the gym with his friends.

Due to his mask wear and body shape most who don't know him may think he is woman at first until see him at gym or purposely stare at him.

If you look distressed he will likely come to your side without regard of personal space to aid you even if you may not need it he just concerned.

He has hidden wireless earbuds in his ears at all times and during times he is cleaning or busy with some kind of work he may not hear you as he listens to electronic music.

As a 4th year assist in the library inventorying books and general professor assistance when needed

Is the co-manager of SoulBeam and also the new manager of Duane Lovato Bardales or Wraith King

His role as manager and DJ be more detailed in SoulBeam group post soon

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland #twst nrc #diasomnia #oc profile #kurai #heartsteel yone #yone league of legends #league of legends

[the-rodent-gentleman]

This is someone I've had on the backburner for a while. Also yes, I basically made a boyfriend for Dr. Akita.

More info is beneath the cut.

VA: Phil LaMarr

Full Name: Dwayne Hardy

Species: Striped Hyena

Gender: Trans Male

Age: Mid 60s

Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (formerly Chaotic Good)

Personality:

Lively

Friendly

Mischievous

Wisecracking

Unpredictable

Theatrical

Curious

Egocentric

Cunning

Childish

Skills:

Ice-skating

Escape artist

Special effects

Electrical abilities

Voice Acting

Fields of Interest:

Electrical Engineering

Psychology

Neurology

Music

Relationships:

Steelbeak (Proclaimed Son)

Mrs. Beakley (Former S.H.U.S.H. partner/Old Friend)

Scrooge McDuck (Former Friend/Favorite Victim)

Dr. Akita (Rival/Romantic Partner)

Mad Ducktor (Ex-student)

History:

Grew up in Detroit

College roommates with Dr. Akita

Stayed for a time with Akita’s family during a business conference in Japan

He and Akita have old codenames for each other: ‘Anansi’ and ‘Kitsune’ respectively

Once one of the top scientists of S.H.U.S.H.

Had his transition surgery as well as electrical implants during his time at S.H.U.S.H., although he’s never told anyone besides Akita the specifics of  the latter, let alone how they work

Took in Ducktor as a student but ultimately went separate ways with him after a conflict of interest

However, during his time at S.H.U.S.H., the humdrum of countering F.O.W.L. and other villainous organizations slowly got to him, eventually leading him to quit his position to freelance, his new clientele slowly becoming more and more…”morally diverse”

It would not be until decades later that he would reunite with his old friend, Akita, who had recently come under the employment of F.O.W.L.

After a series of betrayal-induced shenanigans, he and Akita are living together in hiding, making up for lost time

Likes:

Donuts

Theatre

Superhero comic books

Playing Devil’s Advocate

Teasing Akita

Dislikes:

Wasted potential

The pointless dichotomy of good and evil

 Pickles

Inspirations:

Fred Sanford (Sanford and Son)

Bugs Bunny (Looney Tunes)

Miles Morales

Static/Vergil Hawkins (Static Shock)

Mettaton (Undertale)

Tony Stark/Iron Man (Marvel)

Patch Adams

Red X (Teen Titans)

Carmen Sandiego

Extra Facts:

First name comes from Dwayne McDuffie, the producer and writer of Static Shock

Takes cues from Papa Legba of Haitian Voodoo

Theme: “Thunder Plains” from Final Fantasy X Hardy is my own character. Akita belongs to Disney.

Don't forget to hit me up on Ko-Fi or commissions!  

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#Dwayne Hardy #Dr. Akita #original characters #oc x canon #striped hyena #shiba inu #stripes #gay #old men #Ducktales 2017 #DT17 #Disney #reference sheet #the rodent's art

[nakatomi-ayumu]

A, B & C

A - Advocate - How do they show their support for others? Are there any causes that they publicly support? Why?

Ayumu supports others by providing for them. This is especially evident in the way they help out their fellow animal spirits who are trying to find their places in the world. They created their businesses for this sole purpose and while many see it as exploitative, Ayumu does not actually force any of these spirits to stick around if they do not want to.

They donate to a lot of nature preservation charities and animal shelters.

B - Boy/Girl - What is their gender? What’s their relationship with their gender? Has this changed over time? How does their gender identify relate to their gender expression?

Ayumu identifies as non-binary. They found that it was easier flowing between genders in their early ears as a kitsune spirit in ancient Japan, especially when kitsune were mostly perceived as female spirits. Having a fixed gender ceased being important a long time ago even if their style right now leans just slightly more towards the masculine. They are not beneath switching things up when they feel like it though.

C - Caregiver - How do they give/receive care best? Do they care for everyone or just a small number of people? How do they react to someone in need?

Ayumu cares for their own as stated in the first answer. This holds true for those they deem need their care. Outside of animal spirits who seek Ayumu's help, they are actually very selective of anyone else who come to them looking for aid. Ayumu will usually want something in return if they were to extend help towards someone they do not care for.

Ayumu's love languages are giving acts of service, physical touch and quality time in that order. They prefer to receive quality time and physical touch in no particular order.

#headcanons

[mh-the13thyear-au]

MH: The 13th Year: Draculaura

Draculaura is the daughter of the infamous Count Dracula, but surprisingly, she's not like her old man! She's bright, cheerful, and very much social, but another thing to know about her is that she's a vegetarian. Draculaura is also an expert in both Human and Monster history (although somewhat bored of learning the same information over and over) from her years of traveling with her father, but she's all about being a part of something new that will be considered history itself.

Click on "keep reading" for more information. Leave any questions you may have on my ask!

-BIOGRAPHY-

Name: Draculaura Vampyr (Ula D and Lala are her nicknames)

Age: 1598 (at start of AU; 1603 years at the end of AU's main story)

Gender: Female (uses she/her pronouns)

Hair color: Black with hot pink highlights

Eye color: Lavender

Notable traits: Light pink skin, pointed ears, heart shaped mark on left cheek, sharp but small vampire fangs

Height: 5'0 (later grows six inches after developing full powers)

Birthday: February 15th

Freaky flaw: Faint at the sight of blood, bloody protein, and dead (non-moving) creatures

English voice: Debi Derryberry (similar to Gen 2 because that's when I felt she perfected the Draculaura voice)

-FAVORITES-

School Subject: Creative Writing, Theatre/Drama

Activities: Shopping, trying on cute clothes, makeovers, hanging out with friends, writing stories and poetry, globetrotting/visiting new places, photography, acting

Color: Any shade of pink

Food: Any red fruit or vegetable like raspberries, watermelon, tomatoes, and beets; veggie burgers; spinach (since it's high in iron)

-RELATIONSHIPS-

Family: Vlad Dracula (father), Maulissa Vampyr (mother; deceased), Ramonah (stepmother)

Pet: Count Fabulous

BFFs and Friends: Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Lagoona Blue, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Ghoulia Yelps, Jackson Jekyll, Spectra Vondergeist, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Venus McFlytrap, Ari Hauntington, Catrine DeMew, Lunette Wolf, Jane Boolittle, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Twyla Boogey, Batsy Claro, Kiyomi Haunterly, River Styxx, Viperine Gorgon, Elissabat Bitesteen, Iris Clops, Euna Kitsune, Demion Phantomhive, Arterius Bloodswell

Romance: Holt Hyde (crush and later boyfriend), Kieran "Valentine" Vampstin (ex-boyfriend), Heath Burns (ex-boyfriend)

-OTHER NOTES-

is a full vampire like in Gen 2 (and possibly Gen 3)

social media username is "pink.vamp.lala"

develops/gains full vampire powers after finding the Vampire Queen (like in Frights! Camera! Action! movie)

heart shaped mark is actually makeup rather than birthmark

took part of Monster Exchange Program and went to Shibooya for a semester (like in the webisodes and doll line)

Draculaura, before fleeing from Transylvania, has spent time in the Vampire Court with her father

is the president of the school's Newspaper Club

is an active member of Team VAMP (Vampires Advocating Meatless Proteins)

#kimmy's mh au #mh the 13th year characters #mh the 13th year draculaura

[markrosewater]

“Part of doing a return, especially after so many years, is updating the creative to modern standards.” From my Vorthos perspective, for whatever that’s worth, I think maintaining a cohesive visual identity between visits is more important. I wouldn’t want to return to a Lorwyn where all the Merfolk suddenly had legs for example. Citing the fact that it’s been 1200 years, when none of the other mortal races on Kamigawa have changed that drastically (I will concede kitsune have mouths now, but that’s it) is a handwave. The idea that the Orochi HAD to be updated feels like the current team thumbing their nose at the original designers, in a “we know better than you” sort of way.

I want to make it clear that I’m not advocating for keeping everything the same forever. If there’s a strong Watsonian reason to change something, go for it. The perfect example of this would be how the Simic changed between Ravnica blocks. The original guild was all but destroyed at the end of Dissension, so bringing in a new faction (the heretofore unseen merfolk) to rebuild the guild as a “animal-splicing” guild from a “cytoplasts on everything” guild worked. But when the Doylist reason for changing something amounts to “we didn’t like it”, I do have an issue with that. I guess to put it another way, any given in-universe reason for the morphological change to the orochi would follow from an out of universe desire to change them, rather than the change arising from an in-universe need. (For what it’s worth, I had the same issue to a lesser extent with how the Wolfir in Innistrad were so quickly dumped; although the in-universe explanation for that worked well, it was clearly motivated by a need for werewolves to return, although I think they could have coexisted.)

Our primary goal is making the best possible product. On a return, we will look at aspects, mechanical and creative, of the original product and update them if we feel there’s a way to improve upon them. We’re not beholden to the people who made the original product to keep it the same for their sake (and oftentimes that people includes me). If it can be improved, we will improve it. The present is not held hostage by the past.

Also, there is an in-universe reason for the change. It’s just not my area of expertise, so I don’t know it. I was giving you the peel behind the curtain answer, not the thoughtful explanation in-world.

[burnedbyshoto]

hole in the wall

In a party for the ages, Shouto comes across a room with hole in the wall that has him coming back for more.

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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, PWP, cult activity, drug mention, alcohol consumption, glory hole, cursing, degradation, praise, possessive jealous!shouto, stuck in the wall, spanking, overstim, bruising, bleeding, breeding

word count: 7,831

a/n: read the fucking warnings bro, im tired, I hate formatting, here’s to finally writing what I wanna write! also, this is for a lovely bnharem collab that kept getting pushed back... make sure to read the intro to understand my story! anyways, gloryholes is peak anonymous sex and I just,,, if thats the only way imma get to suck shoutos cock, I will. I had something else to say... I forgot. oH THIS IS WRITTEN IN A NEW STLYE-ISH??? porn from shoutos pov!!!

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Traditionally, when people think of the connection between heroes and cults, they expect that the heroes eradicate the cults, not that the heroes are a part of a cult.

It was somewhat ironic that a group of people who advocated for public safety, for the wellbeing of every citizen of the country - the world - would demand compensation in areas that didn't involve financial compensation. Heroes saved the day countless amounts of times, but when they needed... help at night because they've been so busy saving the world, there needed to be compensation.

It had shocked nearly everyone within the hero community when none other than Yaoyorozu Momo brought them a solution. For nothing more than loyalty to saving the day, all heroes granted the benefit of joining the Savior of Eight Million, an… organization brought forth by the prodigious hero. It had shocked the hero community at first that the once thought of a modern-day princess, putting together a wicked group that served the beastly needs of heroes, was almost laughable. But as time passed, as trials tested the organization (cult), the more heroes realized how lucky they were that it was Yaoyorozu who created this.

The Yaoyorozus, in all their riches and connections, made this group untouchable.

Police were bought off, apprehended, silenced.

Heroes with the savior complex were put down.

Villains were never believed.

The Savior of Eight Million held ties with the greatest, the most esteemed people in the world. The parties were unworldly, dripping with diamonds and gold, the sweet smell of champagne barely drowning out the bitter acidic and burning plastic smell of the drugs used vicariously at their gatherings. All heroes joined, politicians and celebrities fought to get in, and commoners wished they could be the servants of the night, whether that meant they would be serving food, drinks, or drugs, or allowing the heroes to do what this was all started for: to fuck them.

Of course, it didn't help that each commoner was paid for their service, discretion, and loyalty. Those who attempted to give away the secrets of the nights were always taken care of, and every gathering after someone tried to snitch, there was always a complaint that a sex slave just wasn't good enough.

Yaoyorozu Momo was a sweet girl, a helpful woman. She was a hero.

Heroes far and wide grovel at her feet in thanks, and even more surprisingly, even her old class supported this. Oh, how great life was when you were the most significant, greatest, and most untouchable cult in history.

To Todoroki Shouto, well, he didn't really have an opinion on this all, not really at least.

The cult - the organization, was created to help out heroes such as himself live comfortably while having such a busy lifestyle. His sex drive had never been that high, with his twenty-fifth birthday approaching, he could count on his two hands the number of times he'd been attended to with the help of the organization within the past five years.

Yes, two years after debuting as heroes, Momo had approached the graduate class with her plan. Todoroki Shouto could never deny a friend, especially not someone as smart and intentional as Yaoyorozu Momo. He had been one of the first - if not the first - voice to approve of her project.

However, the fifth-anniversary gathering (it was not a party) was finally here. Two months ago, the first round of reminders came around in the form of a beautifully handwritten card by their fearless yet kind leader. Shouto wondered if she really had handwritten each and every card, or if she had created it with her quirk - while he wasn't that heavily involved, he was not ignorant to the numbers of the cult, group, organization.

TO TODOROKI SHOUTO,

I WRITE THIS LETTER TO ASK IF YOU WILL BE JOINING US IN TWO MONTHS FOR ONE OF THE MANY GREATEST CELEBRATIONS WE - THE MEMBERS OF THE SAVIOR OF EIGHT MILLION - WILL HAVE FOR OUR FIFTH ANNIVERSARY OF BEING SUCH A WELL RECEIVED AND INFLUENTIAL ORGANIZATION. I AM GRATEFUL TO RELAY THAT OUR ESTEEMED MEMBERS BAKUGOU-SAN AND MIDORIYA-SAN WILL BE HOSTING OUR EVENT!

I FEEL AS IF WE HAVE NOT SEEN EACH OTHER IN SO LONG, TODOROKI-SAN, AND I MISS YOU SO DEARLY. I HOPE THINGS IN YOUR LIFE HAVE BEEN FINE AND THAT WE SHOULD MEET UP AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! PLEASE MAKE SURE TO RESPOND TO THE RSVP TO EITHER JIROU-SAN, KAMINARI-SAN, OR ME!

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN, YAOYOROZU MOMO

The letter had been kind, inviting, and so fleeting it made Shouto feel like he needed more from one of his most missed and trusted friend. Still, there would be time to catch up with everyone, no use in pushing now.

Grabbing his phone, Shouto typed in Momo's contact name into the search bar, tongue swiping his lower lip while he typed in his message and sent it. He had never been one for these parties. Too often, there were just too over-the-top. The festivities and friends were fun, but having to fight the impossible crowds for a moment of peace kept him from attending.

A truly mundane member.

But this was different after all, it wasn't every day that they celebrated five great years of service.

I'll be going, Yayorozu.

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Two months went by before Shouto had even realized it.

In those two months, he had received a formal invitation with a day and time. 

2X28, OCTOBER 23

STARTING FROM 20:00

Of course, the lack of an address is a precaution for keeping their organization out of the limelight should they be betrayed. Events of all shapes and sizes were always planned by the upper board of the organization. Only a specific few knew the place where the night would befall, and the rest of the members would be brought to the festivities by a chauffeur provided by the Yaoyorozu's. Getting to and from the party was always stressfree, no matter what befell that night, their safety of getting home was still safe.

The invitation was tucked away into the inside pocket of his jacket, it was his ticket to getting into the party, and it was best to not leave it behind. 

With the invitation now securely placed into his jacket, the smooth inflexible material stiff against his chest, Shouto stared into the mirror he stood before.

An elegant full-length mirror reflected his image to him, and truth be told, he was impressed with his presentation.

A charcoal grey Italian suit trimmed glinting silver nearly gleamed against the white light; the jacket was undone, exposing the white-collared long-sleeved shirt underneath. Typically, Shouto was a tie man, but the sleek black tie he was to wear lay hanging on the hanger, the first few buttons of the shirt undone. It highlighted his toned chest, the few pale scars on his chest just visible enough on his exposed skin to look like it was intensional. He looked good.

His fingers touched his hair, the once long style had been cut in a recent fight with a villain. It hadn't mattered much to Shouto, and in fact, the sudden haircut had spiked his overall ratings. It was short now, just long enough for his fingers to graze through the locks. It was slicked back, the swirl of red and white mixing and strands of red falling into his sight.

“Todoroki-sama, the car is here.”

Shouto didn't bother turning to the attendee, his gaze taking him in one last time.

"I'll be there."

His footsteps were quiet in the hallway, his waxed shiny black shoes gleaming in his hands as he walked to the front room. He slipped on the tight shoes and looked up to his servant, who stood at the front door with a patterned, black mask.

Nodding, he grabbed the mask and slipped it inside of his jacket as well.

A kitsune.

"Safe journey."

"I'll be back tonight."

And into the car, he went, the warm smell of leather and spices filling the backseat of the self-driving car. Shouto relaxed against the black leather, his eyes staring at the road while he slipped the mask out from his jacket. There was no reason to don the mask while stepping out of the house, being caught with it at his home always smelled trouble. 

In the car's silence, his fingers rested onto his lap, his lips set into a firm line while his thoughts lingered to what was to come at this party. 

The last time Bakugou and Midoriya hosted anything, it had ended with an overall disaster. Thankfully then it had been for their agency's founding party and not something dealing with the organization. But before he could muster the will to seek out further information on the private event, he realized that the car was already pulling into the large mansion where the event was being held.

People emerged from the cars before his own, the sleek masks donning on their faces, keeping their identities from unwanted eyes. The covers were specially made by none other than Yaoyorozu with the assistance of Hatsume Mei to ensure that those who wore it would be unrecognizable unless they were within a certain radius.

A small puff of air escaped Shouto's lips as his car pulled up to the unloading zone, and his strong fingers slipped on the mask before the car door opened. With the confidence and power, only those who worked as a top-ranked hero had Shouto emerged from the car immediately greeted by the entrance staff. 

With his hands moving to button his jacket, he nodded his head when receiving information on what to expect upon entering. Shouto felt like he nodded forever while making his way up the entrance of the event, his hand reluctantly offering his phone and wallet over and receiving a ticket for retrieving it. Of course, the ticket came the bundle of condoms.

An eyebrow arched under the mask, and Shouto couldn't help the amused smirk that befell his lips as he pocketed the condoms.

The fuckers made this a sex party.

Why they even bothered to deny that they were a cult was beyond him at this point.

But as the grand doors opened, Shouto couldn't help but tense at the room's mixing aroma.

The sweet smell of champagne bubbled in his nose, wafting in powerfully with the perfumes secreting from every person in the room. If it had been his first time at an event like this, Shouto would have missed the undertone of burning plastic in the air. His eyes followed a civilian dressed up in a zebra zentai bodysuit holding a silver powder with most definitely not cocaine to who looked like the Prime Minister since he had his mask on.

Rolling his eyes, Shouto walked further into the room, ignoring the offers of drugs and alcohol as he carried on. 

"Todoroki, my man! You made it!" came the loud and energetic voice of Kaminari Denki.

It shouldn't have shocked Shouto to immediately be swarmed with who looked like Kirishima (who wore a mask resembling a bear) and Kaminari (who had his mouse resembling mask resting on around his neck), who by the smell at least, were not sober.

"You're the last one to show up, dude! We almost thought you were gonna flake!" Kirishima added, his hand coming to land on Shouto's shoulder, his lips perked into a broad smile. "Everyone else decided to join the orgy room a few minutes ago, but this guy here—" he made a pointed jab at Kaminari's chest. "Was causing a large enough disturbance that we were kicked out."

"Bro, it's not my fault that those dummy civilians can't handle a few jolts of pain!"

"You literally electrocuted everyone in that orgy and left everyone unable to speak for a solid minute, bro!"

"Everyone else is here?" Shouto interrupted rather impressed to here that even Mineta was invited to this party - or maybe he had snuck in - choosing to ignore the mention of an orgy room.

Typical cult things, he reminded himself.

"Yeah, Denki and I don't have to go in tomorrow, so we pre-gamed at his place before coming. Sero did too, but after a few minutes of talking with some trapeze girl, they went into a room and well…" Kirishima trailed off, letting Shouto put two and two together. "Mina is flirting with the crown prince, Yaomomo and Jirou are in the orgy room, Bakugou and Midoriya seem to be micromanaging everything—"

"Those two need sex the most out of the entire class! Have you ever seen a bigger work pole up anyone's asses than in those two?!" Kaminari groaned, his fingers roughly rubbing the skin of his face, and Shouto laughed softly in agreement. It was somewhat ironic that their virgin classmates were the ones who organized and put together a sex party.

"I can't begin to imagine Midoriya having sex. Although that man is basically becoming sex on legs," Kaminari continued to gripe, Shouto grunting softly in thanks when Kirishima handed him a cup filled to the near brim with a copper liquid that burned smoothly down his throat. Shouto grimaced as he managed to down the entire thing. "I can see Bakugou just blowing a hole into the wall and fucking it and considering that sex. Ain't nobody normal who can — OH MY GOD!"

Shouto looked at his friend with nearing annoyance; however, the alcohol already taking a humming effect over his body made the annoyance slip easily.

"Bro, you're gonna get us kicked out of this party, and that's gonna be the shittiest thing!" Kirishima groaned while Kaminari spazzed with what seemed to be the biggest lightbulb of an idea.

"The hoes — the holes! For the glory!" Kaminari slurred with how fast he was speaking, his hands fisting into both Shouto's and Kirishima's jackets, his yellow eyes burning bright in his excitement.

Shouto tried to keep his annoyance down, and the itch to rip Kaminari's iron grip from his shoulder.

"I don't know what you're talking about—" Kirishima tried again, his hand resting on Kaminari's ribcage to steady him. 

"Ei, the gloryholes!"

Gloryholes? 

Shouto numbing mind searched the banks of his memory to figure out where that word came from and why it sounded vaguely familiar.

"Oh, fuck," came Kirishima's strained approval, and Shouto looked at his two friends who were grinning pervertedly at each other.

"What's that?" Shouto asked, his lips buzzing slightly as the alcohol was fully absorbed into his bloodstream, and somehow the smell of sex filled his nose, and the noises of unadulterated carnal lust filled his ears.

"Oh man, Todoroki, if you don't know," Kaminari trailed off, his lips pinched into an elfish smirk, and electricity coming off his hair in his evident excitement. "Just trust me, you gotta experience this shit!"

Shouto wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that thrummed merrily in his veins or the knowing glint in his friend's eyes that whispered to him to find out just what it was, but he felt his head nod without his full awareness. The feeling of their hands on his upper shoulder felt fuzzy as they took him away, intent heavy in every step they took.

He could barely take in the passing rooms as they went, the aerial artists, the sex rooms, the orgy rooms. There were so many rooms designated for just about every kink imaginable that even the stoic Shouto felt his cheeks flaring in embarrassment. With each passing step and opened room, the smell of sex, pheromones, and lust grew in Shouto's nose; the more the sticky sweet moans and screams of the cult members clung to his skin.

For a hero that was never too hot or too cold without his own ministrations, his skin was feeling feverishly hot with cold feet when they finally stopped in front of the only closed door in the hallway.

"Welcome!" came a cheery voice, Shouto blinked, and a woman appeared from nowhere.

She wore a powder blue ava tea dress; it was elegant, sleek, yet too old-school for an event such as this one. Shouto immediately assumed that she was not partaking in the sexual activities, but was instead acting as a hostess of sorts.

"Just you three patrons tonight?" she asked, her head tilting to the side and Kirishima speaking up in agreement for the group of three. "Good, good. We do have enough openings for the three of you, most people haven't found our little… hole in the wall, if you would," she took a moment to giggle joyfully, her gloved fingers pressing to her ruby red lips and Shouto fought the urge to walk away. "So please, feel free to look around and stay as long as you want!"

Her words were light and breezy, but still, there was rising suspicion and tension in Shouto's spine at her small quip.

With an innocuous smile and a glint in her eyes, she opened the door with a gentle, "have fun," and Shouto's friends ushered him in.

His initial reaction? What. The. Fuck?!

The room they entered was large and spacious, or well, at the very least, Shouto assumed it would have been if it wasn't for the obviously installed maze of walls. But with every wall, there was a collage of pictures. Faces of women, men, humans, mutants, everything you could think of plastered above a hole. Curiously enough, the images above one hole were of the same person.

His eyes swept the room, and he saw a few spots already taken, men with their pants and underwear dropped to their knees pressing up against the wall so that their noses were smushed to the makeshift walls.

Shouto blinked.

Gloryholes? Pictures of random people?

Were they fucking ghosts?

"This is paradise!" Kaminari groaned in pleasure, his arms spacing out as if he had come with fantastic news. "These normies always look at you so weirdly when you fuck at orgies, here… you get the nut and don't have to have them staring at you!"

Paradise?!

Shouto stared as his electricity wielding friend approached a hole that adorned photos of a girl with hooded eyes and a tongue piercing. He dropped his bottoms before sticking his hardening cock into the waiting hole with two raps of his fist. At this point, Shouto wasn't sure if what he had drunk was actually alcohol now. 

"These aren't dead people, are they?" Shouto couldn't keep himself from asking, his palms sweating while Kirishima laughed deeply in his chest.

"Not at all, man, it's real people, I promise! Pick your hole and have fun!" Kirishima encouraged, placing a solid pat on Shouto's shoulder before approaching a hole with a picture of a girl with bright eyes and a bright smile.

Nodding numbly to himself at this point, Shouto meandered the different walls, his eyes absorbing the various pictures on the walls.

But he fell on the spot with a picture so vivating that drew him in. The chasms of your eyes defiant yet shy, a smile that called him in, and lips that looked supple and strong.

He stood no chance in defying the itching, burning need to follow suit of every other person in this room. Shouto approached the hole, his fingers pulling at his belt, quickly lowering his charcoal grey slacks and black boxer briefs. He stared into your pictured eyes, mesmerized by them, and grasped onto his hardening cock.

A soft shudder invaded his skin as he pressed his cock through the awaiting hole, the skin of his heated cock scraping against the hole, making him strangle a grunt in his throat. But when the wet heat of your mouth enveloped his cock past the hole in the wall, Shouto's face nearly crashed against the wall.

Shouto wasn't sure what to have expected, but he had summed up that this was some over-glorified handjob, a vigorous clumsy jackoff he could have done himself. But he did not expect, in any sense of what this was, to be met with warm, wet lips and a tongue that pressed underneath the head of his cock.

A guttural noise slipped past his lips, and Shouto's palms pressed against the wall, his head spinning dizzyingly from the sensation.

Shouto's breathing was erratic, his cock hardening more, twitching within your mouth as he felt your head begin to bob against his length at a slow, leisurely pace. 

His hips thrust toward the wall, his vision spinning from what this heightened sensation of what he always thought to be a mundane act. Shouto's slacks were too far up his thighs; however, the fabric spread to his max despite his attempt to lower down. He wanted to get closer to the wall, get whoever you were past this wall to take in his entire cock without an issue, so mindlessly, instinctively, he shoved the slacks further down, grunting with relieved pleasure at being able to spread out further, at getting closer to you.

"Holy shit," Shouto grunted, his forehead pressing against the cold wall, undoubtedly crinkling the paper of your photos. His hips came forward, hitting the wall dividing him and you with low, vibrating thuds, and you let him, allowed him to keep his rutting hips at the pace they were. You took him in as if it was nothing, the smooth skin of your lips gliding against his throbbing length, your tongue running alongside the bottom of his cock, tracing the veins of his skin, twisting against the sensitive skin, providing new sensations and shivers.

Shouto knew immediately that you were letting him fuck your mouth however he saw fit.

He felt you moan around him, a long, deep, undeniable noise that somehow drifted through the hole, vibrated against his cock, and could be felt against his curling toes. The sound and sensations were proving to be effective, a pooling heat building in his balls, simmering up and down his spine and neck. How he wished to grab you by the back of your head and drive his cock down your throat without mercy.

Snarling in the back of his throat, suddenly fueled by the image of fucking you, the thought of you on your knees, tears built in your bright eyes and tears rolling down your cheeks feeding him. And as if you knew what he wanted, Shouto's knees near bucked out when your mouth took him in even further, the soft choking noise, the feeling of his cock pressing against the back of your throat sending his fingers digging into the wall.

He drilled in faster, grateful for your ability to keep up, the feeling of his cock pressing down the back of your throat sending his jaw flying open, curses and praises spilling past his lips with every inch you took him further down your throat. The area of his cock unable to be taken in your mouth was surrounded by your fingers — by god, what fucking fingers you had — warm and robust, they held his skin, sliding effortlessly against the spit lubricated skin.

"You can hear me right, whore?" Shouto growled against the wall, the hot air of his breath almost fogging the area he was standing in. Somehow, he heard the choked noise of agreement, the bobbing head vigorously nodding, sending you into a sputtering choke from the awkward angle. But Shouto liked hearing you choke, liked hearing the needy tone in your whining agreement, and he swore he was feeling his heartbeat in his balls. "You're not here entirely on your own will, are you? Came here for money, to suck some rich mans' cock?" His hips stammered when you sucked your cheeks in around his length, his eyes rolling in the break of his concentration, his blood pumping in his hormone pumped euphoria. "I want you to fucking choke on my cock, you hear that? Take me all the way in, don't be scared, I know you probably don't see much cock, but I promise if you can handle me, you'll never want other cock, slut. Take me all, and I promise you, you won't regret it."

A hiccuped breath came from your side of the wall, and Shouto almost wanted to simply burn the wall down to claim you for all his need and glory, someone with a mouth as gifted as yours definitely needed to be fucked correctly. Still, his hips reigned down, slamming against the wall so that the thuds of his impeding hips were heard softly in the other areas. 

And you? Behind the wall?

He could feel the weight of your head pressing forward, the feeling of his length sliding further and further down your throat. The pulsing of his cock ridiculously stilled with the restrained muscles of your throat, and the almost excessive drool and spit that dripped from his length with your choking movements.

More, he wanted more, he needed more.

"Fuck, slut, you're taking me so fucking well. You almost have me entirely in your mouth," Shouto growled, an inch or so of his cock still not entirely in your mouth, but not letting your tight fist work his cock. "Don't give up, take me all, I know a whore like you who shows up to be a sex slave can take my cock."

A whine (was that a horny or a frustrated whine?) emitted from the wall, and with a strained noise, Shouto felt your wet, hot lips make contact with the base of his cock as he continued to drill into you. Spluttering groans poured from his throat, the feeling of your hot cavern and resisting throat, sending him over the edge.

"Yes," Shouto gasped, the smell of sex, electricity, and barely burning walls simmering in his nose. "Fuck, yes, just like that."

Shouto could feel his nerves being shot out, the feeling of the compliant mouth keeping him pumping into the hole, his fingers digging further and further into the wall into it cracked and crumbled, his grip trying to keep his shaking legs from giving out, to break through the wall to get to you. He was almost there, so close, but needed to get over the hill. And then Shouto was swallowed completely when his slamming his stopped, he could feel your lip press to his skin hidden by the hole. He had no doubt that it must have been sorely uncomfortable for you, yet you were doing it to the point where he was fumbling for words, fumbling to keep his head on straight as your tongue wrapped around his cock, massaging the skin. Fuck, fuck, "Fuck!"

His head dropped back with the shooting electricity in his blood, sweat dripping from his temple and you, the stranger behind the wall, gave one vicious, strong suck, your mouth only surrounding the head of his cock, your wet tongue flicking the slit on his head, and he was spilling over.

Hot, thick, heavy ropes of white cum spurted from his cock and Shouto shuddered, his shaking breath echoing in his ears, and he could still feel your tongue moving, coaxing out the finality of his orgasm, teeth scraping against his sensitive cock just enough to have him seeing stars.

But the giggle that erupted in your throat was well noticed by Shouto, and he grunted in slight annoyance. Pulling away, a soft, almost unwanted pop echoed on the other side of the wall.

Shouto watched as his spit and cum covered cock pulled back to his side of the wall, and he grunted unwillingly. His forehead still rested against the wall, and he looked up to his left side with a disgruntled noise to see that he did, in fact, scorch his fingertips into the wall.

As he tucked himself back into his underwear and slacks, Shouto's blissed-out eyes fell onto the hole where your hand was perched out of it, your pinky the only finger visible.

"Pinky promise you'll come back later?" your raspy voice asked, and Shouto wondered if that was how you usually sounded or if it was from what happened.

"As long as you promise to do something like that again," Shouto smirked, his pink taking yours anyways.

He could promise that to the hole in the wall.

Shouto slips out the door and is immediately greeted with a bummed out Kaminari and a profusely apologizing Kirishima. He later finds out that Kaminari let out yet another round of voltage of electricity (he's banned from fucking anyone that can't absorb his quirk without damaging themselves), and that Kirishima in his blissed-out state accidentally went into his unbreakable mode and tore a hole into the wall. Shouto didn't bother telling them of the scorched walls and left with his friends.

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It only felt like a few minutes before Shouto found himself outside the same closed door of the room with gloryholes. The alcohol had long since been burned from his system, he is practically positive that you managed to suck it out from his bloodstream.

For the past two hours, he had been around the mansion, aiding Kirishima in his objective to keep Kaminari from accidentally killing a sexual partner. It had been for the best, Shouto believed. He was no prude and definitely didn't hate indulging in the occasional orgies - especially at parties like this. But for some reason, as strangers attempted to shed him from his clothes, lips, and fingers roaming his scarred, heated skin, he thought of you and only you.

Your tantalizing mouth and fingers.

He had exited the orgy room faster than All Might at his peak. 

He was strangely obsessed with a stranger, a person who was no more than someone past a hole in the wall. Who knew if your picture was what you looked like, but he sure hoped it was.

But when Mina had appeared out of nowhere, her perfectly manicured fingers pressing against Kirishima's chest as she emerged from behind him. She was, obviously, one of the few easily discernable members of the cult. 

"So, the crown prince does not know how to use his dick, and I am disappointed in men all over again!" Mina pouted, but her usual sly grin was back on her face before Shouto could ask if she needed help scouting potential 'dick appointments' as she so fondly calls them.

This was where things got strange in that Kirishima pointed out that Mina should just fuck a woman to teach men how to fuck women properly. Kaminari filled Shouto in with a horribly done stage whisper that the two of them had fucked before and that despite the experience of any man, Mina was never truly satisfied. 

"Alright, student Kirishima," Mina had thrust her finger into Kirishima's chest. "Follow me to the hole-y wall and watch the master do her job!"

Once more, Shouto was outside the door, the woman seemingly materialized from thin air in her same powder blue ava tea party dress and ruby red smile. 

"Welcome back! For four patrons this time?" the woman gleefully smiled, her gloved fingers clasping below her chin.

"For one, actually," Mina spoke up first, "I'm teaching these boys—"

"I've actually never had a problem," Shouto spoke up, his calm and collected gaze unwaveringly met the hostess despite the chilling horror and embarrassment of his words that crawled up his spine. At the same time, Mina looked up him and down with a small, small smirk. "I'll be taking a spot."

"Ho ho, well, excuse me," Mina giggled, turning back to the hostess with a brightness to her stance. "Two spots then. I have boys to teach!"

"Of course!" the hostess spoke unaffectedly by the group's dynamics. "Please enjoy yourselves! This part is a special treat for you lovely patrons, don't forget to be mindful of our poor angels stuck in the wall!"

The door opened, and in the group of four walked in.

If Shouto had been taken by surprise the first time, he was beyond belief the second time he entered this same room. His first time coming, there had only been those beautiful glory holes, but this time? There were no material holes.

Where the holes used to be, there were only large holes where the person assigned to the area was now presented to the public.

Asses curved to the sky, asses pointed to the ground. Cocks leaking, limp, and red with overstimulation, cunts soaked, throbbing, and swollen with overuse. It was indeed as if these individuals had been stuck in a wall, and Shouto already felt his cock twitch in his carnal lust and need to see just how you were positioned. How he prayed that you were at your spot, laying on your stomach, ass hanging out to the world waiting for his cock to claim you, waiting for him to ruin you. He wanted to feel your liquid lust drip from your cunt, splashing and trailing down your inner thigh.

Shouto didn't bother saying goodbye to his friends, the smell of sex, and his own lust switching his brain onto a one-track mindset with the growing need to get to you immediately. 

And almost to his raging hormonal anger, he came to the aisle where you were parked, and while his heart hammered with the growing pleasure to see your ass hanging in the air, your thighs pressed to the wall, his vision turned red at the sight of some no-named man rutting his ugly cock between your dry folds.

In no time flat, Shouto was behind the man, his hand fisting into the collar of the man's shirt and tearing him away from him.

"Mine." he all but growled, his aura darkening while he glared at the red-faced idiot who attempted to cover himself up in the act of running away.

It didn't matter that what Shouto did was probably entirely rude and could result in him getting thrown out, you were his, and no way was someone going to fuck you when he was there. The weirded out gazes that fell upon him temporarily did nothing to Shouto, his focus back onto your squirming bottom, no doubt weirded out by the sudden lack of contact.

But with a sigh, his fingers combing the few falling free strands of hair out of his face, Shouto stood centimeters from your shifting thighs, watching you continue squirming until he finally moved. His hands pressed against your supple, smooth ass, enjoying the way you fit against his hands perfectly. 

He stepped forward, allowing the bulge of his strained cock to press against the top of your ass — the perfect height for him. Shouto leaned forward, his forehead once more pressing against the cold wall, his eyes taking in the still visible scorch marks he had left behind and chuckled deep in his throat.

"I'm back, my precious whore, I bet you missed me," Shouto spoke through the wall, hoping that you would respond back to him. He thought he could hear an agreeing sound on the other side of the wall, another layer of muffled, and he wondered if maybe you had been gagged. The thought made him exhale slowly, his hips strained from rutting against you, but against his belief, your ass ground against his hardening cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. "You did miss me, huh?"

His calloused fingers moved from your supple ass to the outsides of your thighs, feather-soft touches skimming your skin, leaving behind trails of goosebumps and twitching nerves. Shouto's gaze remained hard on your body, watching how you completely stilled when he found his fingers against the inner part of your thigh and just shy of the excessive heat that was radiating from your cunt.

And he leaned down, his lips pressing against the curve of your ass, his eyes partially hooded when he felt you relax against his hold. But the relaxed position you held quickly erased the moment his teeth sunk into your skin, and his finger pressed against your swollen clit. 

Immediately, your body arched, a weak attempt to buck out of his hold while he heard a muffled cry from the other end of the wall. But Shouto was a hero, he was some with extreme control over his body, and as his tongue moved to soothe your throbbing ass, one finger continued to delicately dance against your clit, while the other shifted over to your softly beating cunt. 

Shouto groaned against your skin, his pants feeling too tight, the material of his underwear too hot and stiff for how strained his cock was right now, yet it was nothing to the feeling of your tight, wet, hot cunt. In and out, he pumped his finger, curling the long digit against your puffy spongey walls, the thumb on your clit circulating in slow, intentional figure-eights until you were pathetically rising and falling against his finger, a garbled whine for more barely audible through the wall. He chuckled at the feeling of your inner walls forcible clenching against his intruding finger, and he rewarded you with a second finger.

"Doesn't this feel good?" Shouto groaned, his body straightening back up so that he was flushed against your ass, his forehead resting on the wall, and his now free hand slowly grinding your ass against his crotch.

He watched you with the intensity of a predator stalking their prey, his mouth twitching into a smirk when your toes curled with a sudden drag of his fingers over a ribbed area of your core. Growling in need, Shouto's hips slammed into you, mindlessly fucking you even with his clothes on. His fingers doubled in speed and intensity until the rapid clenching of your walls was unignorable around his fingers.

His forearms ached slightly with his continued fingering, his thumb almost stiff as he continued to assault your clit, but with the arching of your back, the stuttering of your hips as an impeding orgasm was growing bigger and stronger. Shouto barely registered the sight of his own hand rising and falling heavily onto your ass, the sound of the spank echoing loudly, but that had pushed you over the edge.

A loud mewl sounded from the wall, your legs trembling entirely uncontrollably against Shouto, who still drove his hard crotch into your soaked cunt. He didn't care if you were to wet the expensive suit, his mind now solely on the fact that he needs to claim you, needs to sink his cock all the way in, and make sure you were bruised for days to come. 

Wasting no time, Shouto sheds off his pants and his underwear, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud before aligning his already hard and swollen cock head to your clenching, sopping cunt. Shouto nearly shivers as he grips his fingers into your ass, his eyes mesmerized with how your flesh molds to his grasp, moving and shifting accordingly. With only a moan as a warning, Shouto wasted no time in pressing his cock to your cunt, and thrusting in with a single, sharp thrust.

If he had thought your cunt was tight with just your fingers, if he had thought the instance where you had vacuumed your mouth while sucking him off was tight, he was in a world of surprises when he came through from entering you. Your cunt was hot and oh so fucking tight around him, milking him dry of all and any precum that he had gathered at his swollen slit. Your inner walls flutter around him, intensely and quickly trying to adjust to the monstrous thickness that he was, and he could hear the pained panting pleasure of you through the wall, and he almost lost it at the keen whine on your tongue.

He shifted, moving his hips just so slight as to regain what little sanity he had left to ensure that you were thoroughly and roughly fucked. 

"Fuck," Shouto moaned, his fingers digging bruises into your skin, his skin feeling sticky and sweaty as he felt you continue trembling beneath him. "For a fucking whore, you have a really tight cunt. I bet you wished I had used fucking lube, huh?"

Shouto took a tentative thrust into you, his legs quivering at the feeling of the way your cunt gripped his cock, making it almost impossible for him to move as he did. "Should've made your pussy wetter then," he spoke in a near whisper to the wall, unsure if you had heard him as he began his conquest in fucking you.

With his fingers gripping your hips, he enjoys the way you bruise against his hold, almost as much as he enjoys the way the wall rocks with every slam of his brutal hips.

The sounds of his cock slamming into your sopping cunt send loud, wet noises ringing in his ears, sending a few other nearby patrons to turn their heads to look at him - to look at him in his conquest of claiming you as his. It only fueled him on, and he picked up his pace until there was a medley of sounds: his thighs crashing against your ass, the squelching of your wet cunt against his thick cock, and your thighs slapping the wall. 

Shouto growled at the feeling of your cunt stretching for him, the tremble of your legs, the way your feet twisted and curled against his knees, almost as if in a silent beg to get him impossibly closer, to make him fuck you impossibly faster, harder. 

His gorging fingers break your skin, and Shouto delights in the painful, garbled scream from your side of the wall. Your body is weak against him, yet he can still feel your hips jutting against his rutting hips, your body desperately trying to keep up with his insane speed and lust.

And when his hand presses to your lower back and the other right above your crotch so that he can raise you higher, the new angle of penetration sends Shouto fumbling for strength. It's then he can feel the head of his cock pressing against your cervix, your toes digging into his skin as he continues to pound away at your cervix, and he takes the rolling shrieks and moans from your mouth like a good thing. 

"Such a good fucking whore, I never found many of you who enjoyed when I literally rearranged their guts," Shouto huffed, his fingers tweaking and yanking at your clit until you were shaking in his arms. "You're enjoying this so much, I bet you wanted this the entire time after I left, didn't you? You wanted my cock in your pussy, I wanted to have my seed pumped into you until everyone knows that you're mine. You'd look so pretty pregnant with my babies, your stomach swollen, and your tits just fucking leaking milk for our children, huh?"

It's then that your cunt around his cock becomes a vice grip, and Shouto shudders at the feeling of your orgasm rocking through you, your pathetic keens barely audible in his blood rushing ears. And he continues, Shouto could feel the familiar sensation of his nerves being shot out, the feeling of your cunt desperately trying to milk him of his seed and worth as you grew limper in his arms, his fingers raking raised lines against your ass, forever marking himself against you, his grip trying to keep his shaking legs from giving out, his mind solidifying over the need to somehow appear where you were now so he could fuck you with no restraint. He thought of your crossed eye gaze, the possible spit pouring from your mouth as you took his every drop of seed greedily into your cunt. He imagined seeing your eyes spilling with tears, seeing your fingers rip into the fabric as he fucked you with no restraint, and with his imagination, he lost himself.

Shouto continued to blindly ram his cock into your cunt, a savage, insane last attempt to spill himself into you, fumbling to keep his head on straight as your cunt pathetically clenched against his hammering cock, finally sending his left hand to the wall, fire bursting from his palm as finally his orgasm tears through him. Shit, shit, "Shit!"

Shouto's temples are damp with sweat, and his vision swims with his overwhelming desire for you and the need to get to your room without destroying the wall to completion.

He picks up his pants and underwear, quickly fixing himself up so that he's almost remorse in the way that he can't appreciate watching his cum spill from your cunt, but the lack of you on his cock is enough to have him zipping up his pants and racing to where the hostess appears.

She doesn't stand a chance when both fire and ice bite against her neck.

"How do I get into the rooms?"

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After being caught flirting with whoever you had pinky promised, you had been gagged. It wasn't a bad thing per se, that man had been the last person to visit you when the room was still functioning as glory holes. With the new stuck in the wall theme, it only invited men and women to be aggressive, and a part of you guiltily and ashamedly enjoyed how rough they would get in there attempt to hear you against the gag.

But you couldn't help the flutter in your cunt and in your heart when the familiar voice of the pinky promise man sounded through the wall. Right now, however, your body felt wholly and thoroughly used. Every inch of your asscheeks and cunt was abused, but the orgasm that came with his fucking was otherwordly. 

There was still nothing to prevent the shameful clog in your throat when he abandoned you after a single orgasm, but then again, you didn't expect the door to your cubicle to be thrown open, and a man stood there with a black kitsune mask. You wondered who it was, but there was the distinctive, infamous red and split white hair behind the cover, and you whimpered at the sudden shame at being caught like this by a Pro Hero you absolutely adored. 

The mask was torn from his face, the door closing behind him, and you were ripped back into the tight cubicle, pressed flush against his chest as he sealed off the hole with his ice. You were speechless as his obviously hard cock pressed against your diaphragm, and you trembled upon hearing the zipper of his pants coming down.

And the voice of one Todoroki Shouto sent shivers down your spine, reigniting the flame in your cunt.

"I got to fuck your mouth and your cunt through other people's rules, I think it's about time I get to fuck you however I see fit."

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha

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APRIL 25TH, 1998. WASHINGTON D.C., THE PENTAGON 

MISSION OBJECTIVE: Daichi Kato is to lead a team consisting of Ciaran O’Connell ( @combustiibles ), Lorelei Sivan ( @wooziims ), and April Honey ( @aprilhoneys ) as the four Brotherhood agents break into The Pentagon to steal any and all information regarding mutants that the Government has accumulated over the years. 

TW: Death, Violence, Blood

To think that between the four top agents, Daichi Kato is sent on a mission like this. To steal any and all Government documents on mutants. If he's being honest, it feels more like something that Sela would be good at, or even Mari, not for a man who is about and for action, who advocates for violence. What's so important about a bunch of papers? Who gives a shit? Erik gives a shit and while Daichi is only here as a temporary top agent, he still listens to what the big boss has to say. Because he respects and fears Erik. With the snap of his fingers, tiny ice spears surround Daichi before launching into the cameras on the ceiling. "Cameras are out," he tells the three. "But I'm sure whatever guards they have will be down here soon. Take them down, kill them if you have to, but don't focus entirely on fighting. We need to find the room where the documents are being stored."

This isn’t the first time Ciarán O’Connell has been tasked with stealing documents, it is the first time he's been asked to break into a government building. If he’d been given an option, he would've been literally anywhere else. But he hadn't, so here he is. "I say we grab the first one- the other's might be less likely to attack if we have one of their own. Then we can knock them out?" He suggests, though admittedly he isn’t quite sure how to go about this.

April Honey’s hands are literally shaking, and she feels like she’s about to throw up all over her teammates leading the way. Daichi is talking, but nothing is really sinking in. How could Charles trust her to go undercover? She’s literally the worst spy ever! Heck, she'd even fallen for one of the bad guys. Well, not fallen, exactly. More like she’s infatuated with how beautiful he and his motorcycle are. "Mhmm," she hums in agreement with what Ciaran said. "A hostage situation sounds like a good way to get through to the room with as much fuss as possible. I can paralyze them before we leave. They won't be able to call for help that way and it gives us time to get out of here and to a safe place."

Teamwork. An absolute joke, It is. Stealing documents from the some suits with a higher up Lorelei Sivan had hardly ever spoken to and two teammates she'd never even acknowledged , a joke. Hearing said teammates suggestions, has her scoffing. "Hostages? Paralyzing? What is this, rookie hour?" Wisps of red coil around her hands, readying to wrap around the necks of each guard. "We should be the only ones leaving this facility alive, why not just take out a lot of them?"

"Taking hostages isn't a bad idea, Io," he says, sparing a glance for a second before looking forward again. "And we can't waste our time killing everyone, we're just here to get these documents then leaving right away." He was specifically told to get the papers and leave by not only Elizabeth but Irena and Magneto too-- because the three of them knew him and what he would do. And if it was up to him... this place would be a blood bath. At the first door, Daichi calmly opens it and even though no one can see his face under his Kitsune mask, he smiles and bows gently. There's at least three people inside, two scientists and one guard, all surprised to see the four of them. "Hello!" Daichi says in Japanese, adding to the confusion. "It's so great seeing all of you, hope today has been great so far. Yes, yes, we're looking for something and need some help. Ah, but we only need one of you." Shooting his hands in the air, two large ice sickles shoot up from the ground and pierce one of the scientists and guards in the chest, only leaving the other scientist trembling in fear. "You'll be our tour guide. Jaime Pond--" What a ridiculous name. "-- Go ahead and get our lovely tour guide."

April stays silent when Lorelei shoots down the idea of hostages and using her secretion ability. Looking at the ground, she rolls her eyes in annoyance. The last thing she wants to do is end up fighting with a Brotherhood member, so she keeps her mouth shut, only focusing on what Daichi has to say now. He's their leader, only his decision matters on this mission. The temptation to extend her tongue and trip Lorelei up is strong, though. April adjusts her eye mask to make sure her identity isn't at stake, following after Daichi and watching him open the door. Quicker than she can blink, there's blood and ice. Not being able to bring herself to look at what he'd just done for fear of throwing up or having an anxiety attack, she keeps her attention only on their new tour guide. "Of course, Kuraokami." She hops forward to close the distance quickly, fingers wrapping around the hostage's wrist tightly, dragging him behind her as she hops to the exit. "You'll do whatever we say, otherwise you'll end up like your friends back there. You look like a guy who has a family, maybe you can go on a nice vacation after this... I hear Barcelona is rockin' this time of year." She should not be making small talk, but she feels anxious and awkward. April notices a rogue guard coming with her peripheral vision, so she acts quickly. Her tongue shoots out of her mouth, wrapping around his waist and pulling him towards them.

Truth be told, Ciarán isn’t entirely sure how to process what he witnessed as April's tongue lash out towards the guard. He is relieved that he's not the one on the receiving end, however, though it doesn't stop him from feeling somewhat useless in the moment. He's presented with an opportunity to act when April catches the other guard. "I'll keep an eye on him," he states, before stepping forward to grab the man's arm, his fingers digging into his skin as he yanks him closer.

“It's a hostage, frog face. Not a potential timeshare victim. You’re an entire headache, oh my God.” Doesn’t hide the sneer that decorates her face, watching April's tongue wrap around the guard. Even Ciarán, simply moves to hold said guard still, so boring! The next few guards that come rushing in aren’t met with the same simplicity, instead are flung into the wall, held in place by a wave of red energy. “How about some mind games, huh. Before the real tough guys come through.” A vapor-like mist floats itself into the heads of the two new guards, effects taking place instantaneously, in the form of nightmarish hallucinations. “How much time do we have, until the troublesome ones come running in?”

There’s a reason why Daichi wanted to take his own team on this mission, everyone already had a bond and knew how to work together. Unlike this makeshift team of misfits who couldn’t even pretend to like each other long enough to complete this mission. “You’re an even bigger headache than her,” he says to Lorelei, rolling his eyes. Maybe he should’ve done this on his own, at least then he wouldn’t have to deal with any bickering. “Few minutes if we’re lucky.” A minute if he’s being realistic but when has the Daichi Kato ever been realistic about anything?

“Io, I’m trusting you to watch the elevator. If anyone comes down here, kill them, I don’t give a shit. Just make sure no one gets past you.” There’s a twinkle in her eye, as if she’s been waiting for this moment. He gets it, he’s the same way ( the man just killed two people without any hesitation ). “You two, follow me. We need to find these documents and get out of here immediately.” Clapping his hands together and slowly pulling them apart, ice materializes in the wake, shaping into a knife. He’s quick, handling the knife with care before he’s almost slamming the ice blade into the scientist’s chest, only to stop just inches from it. “If you don’t want to die, Doc, I recommend that you help us.

“Take us to where all of your research on mutants is located. And I mean all of it.” He doesn’t miss the way the scientist’s eyes grow big, the fear that swims and crashes, it excites Daichi.

What he does miss is the fear in April’s eyes, the anxiety that courses through her veins, and the way her hands have yet to stop shaking. It’s a good thing that he does miss it because she’s sure that he would’ve found her out. That he’ll send that knife straight into her heart, or maybe even an ice arrow as if he’s Cupid himself. Wow, even during a time like this she’s still head over heels for his evil charms.

The scientist finally nods, words falling from his mouth in a rush. “O-Okay, I’ll help you! Please, don’t kill me. I have two kids waiting for me at home.” Daichi smiles, pulling the knife away and giving it to Ciaran.

“Good! Peres, take the lead and keep this with you. Just in case our lovely tour guide needs some motivation.”

Ciaran takes the knife, though he’s not happy about it. He’s fine with using his own ability to get the scientist to talk, he’s been using it this entire time. But he still takes and follows orders, walking around Daichi in order for the scientist to guide them to the room. Behind them, he can hear the elevator chime and the footsteps of more guards. Lorelei doesn’t seem like the type to ask for help but he knows that not one person can handle that many people on their own. So he presses the knife to the scientist’s throat, eyes hard as he says, “Be quick, we don’t have all day.”

“O-okay, it’s not far, I promise.”

So they follow him, heading down the hall and turning left, the scientist points to the door all the way down the hall. “That’s it right the–”

Before he can finish his sentence, a door is kicked open, the four of them stopping and turning to see. Rushing out from the staircase are six guards, Jordan Porter, and Louis Bhatt all stand across from the four. “Put your hands up, mutants!” Two of the guards point guns in their directions while the other four pull out batons, ready to run out and fight hand to hand if necessary. “And let go of the hostage, now!”

Daichi doesn’t care for the guards, no, his eyes are on Jordan Porter, or better yet Backlash. He’s very familiar with the Omegas, only because of a certain Omega he left behind for “a guy’s trip with my childhood friends”. Now this is where the fun begins! “Finally!” He shouts, clapping and cheering as if it's a sporting event. “I’ve been waiting for this. Was getting tired of these small fries.” He doesn’t give the guards a chance to react, Daichi making two finger guns, pointing in the direction of the guards with guns, fires ice bullets straight into their heads.

The two guards fall back with a yelp, thus sending the other four guards to rush the three Brotherhood members. Ciaran and Daichi are quick to action, taking on the guards with ease, as if they’ve been waiting for this moment. Which is true enough, they have been waiting for this, the rush of being able to fight another person, the rush of throwing a person into a wall, of a fist connecting with their jaw, or a kick to the shin.

It’s April who doesn’t move, she’s too nervous to do so, especially when she sees her old professor across the hall. She wants to hide, wants to dig a hole for herself, or to go into one of the rooms until the fight is over. So preoccupied with her own anxieties, she’s unaware of a guard who tries to attack her. His baton is held up high, ready to strike the young woman before a kick is sent to his temple, the guard’s head getting crushed between the assailant’s heel and the wall.

“All that training I put you through and you’re not using any of it?” His face is hidden from her but April can only imagine the smile on Daichi’s face. “We’re in a middle of a fight, you need to–”

But just like her, a guard tries to attack him. One that he knocked down but has gotten back up, ready to get his revenge. April is quick for once, her tongue springs out and attaches itself to the guard, paralyzing the man and causing him to fall limp on the ground. It surprises her that she does this, she just attacked a good guy! But then there’s Daichi patting her back, praising her for a job well done. She’s sick again and she’s not sure if it’s because she’s proud or disappointed in herself.

Just like them, Ciaran handles the two guards with ease. Knocking them out and using his ability, grabbing one’s arm and causing a mini explosion, the guard cries out in pain. Then to the other, he sends a punch straight for his nose and then places the palm of his hand on the man’s chest, another explosion that sends him falling as well.

With all six guards down, Jordan and Louis run in to fight. Jordan who goes straight for Ciaran and Louis who goes towards Daichi and April. Daichi wishes that it was him fighting the Omega but he’ll take this random guy. Or at least, he wants to but he remembers the real reason why they’re here. The mission isn’t to fight off guards and Omegas, it’s to get the needed information for the higher ups. And because he’s the leader of this mission, he’s expected to get said information immediately.

“I’m leaving these guys to you two,” he tells Ciaran and April, Daichi stepping backwards, eyes scanning and searching for the scientist from earlier. Ah! There he is, cowering on the floor, head tuck into his legs in order to make himself look smaller than usual. Daichi reaches for the back of the other’s lab coat, dragging him to his feet. “I won’t be long! Just keep them away from this room.”

Neither get the chance to disobey as they’re to fight off the two. Daichi does feel bad at that moment, maybe just a little. But he can’t waste anymore time, it’s not just Ciaran and April he has to watch over, but also Lorelei who has been left alone with guards. He’s on a time crunch and if he doesn’t want to head back to NYC with three corpses, he needs to hurry.

Finally at the door, Daichi shoves it open, throwing the scientist inside. He was expecting an office but instead it’s a file room, filled with nothing but gray drawer cabinets. “Which one of these has the documents?” There’s no time to be sweet with the guy as he wraps his hands around his neck, frost slowly spreading from where his hands rested. “Be quick!”

It’s not the grip that scares the scientist but the spreading cold. “I-It’s over there! The bottom drawer!” His hands scramble to get Daichi to let go of him. “I’m telling the truth, the entire drawer is dedicated to the Mutant Research Department.”

Mutant Research Department? He smiles, Daichi letting go of the scientist, letting the other fall to the ground as he heads for the specific drawer. He tries to open it but it doesn’t budge. Of course not, a key is needed. “Where’s the key?”

The scientist points upwards, at the key hook that holds several keys. Daichi gets all of them and uses every single one, the third key clicks, Daichi finding the correct key. With zero grace, he pulls open the drawer, his eyes falling on all of the neatly filed documents. There are manila folders, one red floor, one blue, and then sheets of paper that shit outside of folders. Daichi can tell that this specific drawer is important and deeply cared for, because nothing is just thrown inside carelessly. The organization of it all reminds him of his father’s study, it sends a wave of disgusting nostalgia throughout his entire body.

He picks up the manila folder first, flipping it open to get a quick glimpse of what’s inside. And for the first time, he finds his stomach churning. All of the documents are of mutants used as test subjects. One of a ten year old, another of a thirteen year old, a twenty year old, and one in their seventies. Each file had a picture attached, with information on their height, weight, abilities, where they’re from– but none of them had a name. Just numbers. Sickening.

He drops the folder to the floor, picking up the red one. This folder has what he was expecting to see, information on the Cuban Missile bullshit that happened between Magneto and Charles Xavier. Magneto told him to keep an eye out for that and to grab all the files on it. He drops that to the floor too. He then reaches for the blue folder, surprised at the information that he finds here.

Unlike the other two folders, this one has writing on the front of it. Well Known Mutants / Suspected Mutants. Flipping it open, he’s meant with the pictures and names of individuals back in NYC. Articles and employment forms of every single Omega, a photo of Charles Xavier from the NYE Gala, an old photo of a younger Magneto, and then a list of notes with pictures paperclipped to it of different individuals:

Monique Lanchester: Father - Miami’s Heat Co-Coach Jackson Lanchester, said to be a “beast”, says a former housekeeper

Maxine Brandt: CEO of B&G, under the suspicion that she’s a mutant

Mark Jenson: Televangelist, snake mutation, well known mutant

River Alexander Masten: Father - Christopher Masten, under the suspicion that he’s a mutant

Ciaran O’Connell: Parents - Callum and Maureen O’Connell, well known lawyers , neighbors said to have seen a contained “explosion” happen within the house

January St. James: Socialist, confirmed mutant, manipulates reality

He doesn’t get the chance to continue reading as he hears April screaming and Ciaran cursing loudly. His face hardens, he needs to leave quickly. “Get me a bag!” he shouts to the scientists, the other man scrambling to get what Daichi needs. As the scientists does that, Daichi combs through the cabinet once more, this time pulling out whatever looks important. If he could, he would take the entire drawer but that’s not plausible. So instead, he’s left with three folders and at least seven sheets of paper. The scientist, finally finds a left behind bookbag, brings it to Daichi.

Daichi shoves everything inside of the bookbag, zips it up, and tosses it over his shoulder. He’s about to sprint out before the scientist speaks up. “S-so does this mean that I’m free to go?”

His jaw tightens, his mind still on the mutants who are being treated as test subjects by the government. Once again creating a finger gun, he connects his pointer finger to the others forward before shooting an ice bullet straight through his head. “Someone as disgusting as you doesn’t deserve to live.”

Wasting not another minute, Daichi sprints out into the hallway, face to face with Ciaran who’s holding his head and April who’s holding her stomach in pain. No jokes, no laughs, no nothing, Daichi runs straight for Jordan, kicking the other in the stomach, sending him straight to the floor. Hands work quickly to create ice handcuffs, both around his wrist and ankles.

One left. Louis is already waiting for him, the other using his ability on Daichi to force him to his knees. And Daichi almost drops, head pounding with intense emotions, of thoughts and memories that almost make him throw up. But he’s not weak, he doesn’t fall to his knees for no one. Within seconds he’s able to create an ice knife and when he’s close enough, plunges it into the side of the other’s right leg. Louis cries out in pain, his ability stopping briefly but just in enough time for Daichi to connect his fist to his jaw, the other falling to the ground from the impact.

“Fucking bastard,” he says. During both of his fights, both April and Ciaran are finally standing, the two having grim looks on their faces. He doesn’t have the time to ask them if they’re okay. “We need to leave.” The two nod their heads as they break out into a run, heading back to Lorelei.

She’s still standing when they get to her but barely, the exhaustion clear on her face from having to fight alone. There’s still three guards standing, smirking as if they won. But with Daichi there, it’s clear who the winner is as he sends ice sickles straight through their chests. Taking the bookbag off, he shoves it into April’s chest as he grabs hold of Lorelei before she falls to the ground.

The wheels in his head are turning as he tries to figure out how they’re going to escape. They can’t use the elevator again and he’s sure that the stairs are blocked off. Think, Daichi, think, he tells himself. How the hell are you gonna get out of here?

Then the idea comes to him. It’s a silly one, a trick that he used years ago when he was a teenager helping a friend sneak out of his head. But it’s the best trick to use in this situation.

“Peres,” he says, nodding towards the wall. “I need you to make a whole and make it quick.”

Ciaran doesn’t ask any questions nor does he objects, rushing to the wall, he places both hands on it. It takes some time, just several seconds but honestly felt like hours to the other three, the wall explodes outwards, chunks of it falling outside. “Okay,” Daichi says. “Everyone stand close and be prepared to run when we have to.”

April and Ciaran stand close to him as Daichi heaves Lorelei onto his back. Breathing in and then out, ice shoots out from the palm of Daichi’s hands, the top agent creating an icy trail for them. “Okay, let’s go!” The others follow beside him, making sure not to slip and slide on the trail the best they could. Luckily none of them did, they stay close to him until they’re far from the Pentagon and in the safety of their van.

Mission accomplished.

. . .

Despite believing that he got everything of importance from the drawer, there was one folder that was left behind. Resting on the counter just three steps away from the opened drawer cabinet was a green folder. No title was left on the outside but the contents of it held many secrets and even information that the Brotherhood, Xavier Institute, and Omegas would find important in the coming months.

Held from these three conflicting groups was the name Linda McCall and the Seven Deadly Sins. Their identities left to be hidden until their first appearance.

OOC INFORMATION: 

YAY MISSION ACCOMPLISHED, EVERYONE CLAP THEIR HANDS!!! 

The information that Daichi’s team brought back to The Brotherhood all comes from the Governments new department, the Mutant Research Department ( MRD ). 

MRD was created a year after the Cuban Missile incident in order to learn more about mutants and how the Government can protect themselves and the country from dangerous mutants like Erik and Charles. 

MRD has been researching the origin story of mutants. This is still a project that is in progress and has various leads. This is the second biggest project that MRD is dealing with. Because of how big and important it, there are researchers who are working overseas in order to gather the necessary information for this project. Locations: Cairo, Egypt. Sedona, Arizona. M Triangle, Russia. London, England. Tokyo, Japan. Seoul, South Korea.

MRD also has information about celebrities and public figures who are mutants. Politicians, actors, musicians, etc, the government has acquired this information either because the individual is out or from rumors that turned into a thorough research process.

While Xavier and the Omegas were unable to stop Daichi’s team, after learning the contents of the bag, April Honey secretly sends Charles and Han-Byul a message about all of the stolen information. 

So now everyone in the Brotherhood, Charles Xavier, and Han-Byul Song know about MRD. HOWEVER, no one else in Xavier Institute or the Omegas are aware of this information ( YET )! 

Shoutout to Dub, Marcy, and Maeve for helping with this plot drop and for Spirit and May for letting me use two of their muses! You guys rock! 

And as for that last bit of the plot drop,,,, take that as your crumbs for arc two and our skeletons <3 

Stay tuned for our second plot drop, you guys are gonna LOVE it. 

#c23plotdrop #ncitw #WOW #guys im running on two hours of sleep #i blame my insomnia #did i spell that right probs not #probs not #ANYWAYS #enjoy #death tw #blood tw #violence tw

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FAVORITE MOVIE REVIEWS: #10 DREAMS, Akira Kurosawa

Dreams earns a spot as one of my favorite movies because it inspires childlike wonder and mature reflection in me.  Its images inspire wonder in me that I only ever seem to feel within my own dreams.  At the same time, I am moved by the movie’s careful treatment  of its main theme--how to live in a world where the only certainty is our own mortality.

Dreams is a thematic sequel to Ran, the 1985 epic period film that earned Writer-Director Akira Kurosawa an Academy Award nomination for Best Director.  Several critics have described Ran as pessimistic and nihilistic.  Some have even interpreted the film as evidence of Kurosawa’s depression during the later part of his career.

Kurosawa’s later life certainly contains elements of tragedy and hardship, but Kurosawa’s outlook should not be described as nihilistic.  Ran ends with a moral that human folly, not divine will, caused the film’s human tragedies.  

Dreams continues this theme.  It explores the subject of mortality and fear of death and seemingly concludes that this fear is the cause of human folly, and its crimes against nature.  

Dreams shares many creative elements with Ran and Kurosawa’s earlier film Kagemusha.  These elements are worth an entire treatment in and of themselves.  Instead, I will discuss the themes and artistic aspects of the movie that make it one of my favorite films.

Dreams is part of a subgenre of movies that are anthologies of dream sequences--a genre that includes some of the most famous films by Luis Buñuel.  Even though Buñuel was a surrealist with an interest in dream interpretation, Dreams may be a clearer window into its artist’s psychology than are Un Chien Andalou or The Phantom of Liberty.  This is because Buñuel created structure in his scripts by inserting conscious political themes and dream sequences provided by his collaborators--Salvador Dalí and Jean-Claude Carrière. 

Kurosawa frequently attempts to replicate the experience of his dreams.  His most frequent device is to end each dream sequence with a cliffhanger, which he does in dream sequences “Sunshine Through the Rain,” “The Tunnel,” “Mt. Fuji in Red,” and “The Weeping Demon.”

Kurosawa also tries to elevate the dreamlike quality of each dream sequence.  The most successful instance is in “The Tunnel,” when Kurosawa as a soldier sighs with relief after walking safely through a tunnel path.  There is no reason stated reason for apprehension, except that a dog illuminated in a red aura blocks the soldier from walking any other direction.

Details like these communicate Kurosawa’s experience within the dream.  Another device with the same effect occurs at the opening of the dream sequence “Crows.”  Kurosawa studies the Vincent Van Gogh painting The Langlois Bridge at Arles with Women Washing.  The sequence cuts to a live action image of the painting and Kurosawa steps into the foreground from outside the frame, implying he is walking into the painting.   Later in the sequence, Kurosawa runs through several of Van Gogh’s unfinished paintings, searching for the artist.  

For reasons I will elaborate further below, Kurosawa’s attempts to replicate the dream experience sometimes fall short and weigh down the movie.  Yet they are most effective where they distort space and time.  One of the best examples is in “The Peach Orchard,” which I will return to below.

Some details of Akira Kurosawa’s biography inform the meaning of Dreams.  Kurosawa paid attention to detail regarding his childhood home and his mother’s mannerisms in “Sunshine Through the Rain.”  Kurosawa is also said to have taken mountain climbing as a hobby as a young man, which informs the sequence “The Blizzard.”

The movie’s themes of artistry, suicide and the Pacific War all affected Kurosawa’s life.  Yet although Kurosawa was a soldier in “The Tunnel,” the real Kurosawa never served in Japan’s Imperial Army.  

Kurosawa’s career has at times put him at odds with Japanese culture.  His early films were at times criticized for emulating a Western style.  He did draw on literature by Shakespeare, Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky.  And was also quoted saying the Occupation changed the Japan’s film industry in some positive ways.  It’s conceivable his critical relationship with the Japanese film industry may have contributed to Kurosawa’s industry struggles between 1965 and 1985.

The theme of suicide in Dreams suggests Kurosawa’s tone may also be an example criticism directed toward Japanese social values.  Kurosawa was born in 1910 during the Imperial Period of Japan, where ideals of militarism and Samurai culture would have still been preserved.  

In “Sunshine Through the Rain,” young Akira is shut out of his home by his mother and told to either commit suicide or to find kitsune, spirit foxes, and beg their forgiveness.  Walking away from his home, the camera zooms out so he remains the same size in the foreground while the background shrinks.  Literally, young Akira is growing up.  However, he is leaving his home to beg forgiveness, not to commit suicide.

If “Sunshine Through the Rain” was an authentic dream, Kurosawa as a child may have emotionally understood suicide in its cultural context.  And this is supported by details at the end of the dream sequence.   

In every dream sequence Kurosawa rejects suicide when given the choice.  Yet Kurosawa himself attempted suicide in 1971.  Japanese ritual suicide (seppuku) is referenced in this sequence as he is given a dagger to disembowel himself. 

Seppuku is referenced in one other sequence--“The Tunnel.”  In that dream sequence, Kurosawa tells the spirits of several dead soldiers that as a POW he felt like dying, that it would have been easier.  The statement refers specifically to the expectation during World War II that Japanese POWs were to commit suicide--by seppuku or by other means.

Other references to suicide in Dreams do not involve sepukku.  But Kurosawa’s understanding of suicide as a child, when he presumably first dreamed “Sunshine Through the Rain,” would have come from his cultural context as Japanese.  Although Kurosawa may not have intended to criticize social norms regarding suicide directly, as far as he was criticizing suicide itself he was doing so from his own cultural context.

The theme of suicide is a small part of the larger theme of Dreams--fear of mortality.  Western critics tend to misunderstand this theme within the movie and believe Dreams as ‘misguided’ environmentalist preaching.  

Yet the environmental themes in Dreams are not as cohesive or detailed.  The theme regarding mortality is present in “Sunshine Through the Rain,” “The Blizzard,” and “Crows.”  The only other dream sequence with only an environmental theme is “The Peach Orchard.”  

Both themes are presented at the same time in “Mt. Fuji in Red,” “The Weeping Demon,” and “Village of the Watermills.”  I believe this caused critics to misunderstand Dreams.  Kurosawa was concerned about the environment and probably wanted to advocate for a harmonious relationship with nature.  But his message about morality is the more consistent and more clearly articulated theme in Dreams.

As far as Dreams is an authentic representation of Kurosawa’s inner life, it also provides insight into the way he saw women throughout his life.  This is important because Kurosawa has been criticized for his representation of female characters throughout his filmography.

The first three dream sequences heavily feature women.  “Sunshine Through the Rain” shows young Akira Kurosawa intruding into a Foxes’ Wedding.  His mother responds by refusing to let him into the house.  

An important detail is that the Foxes’ Wedding is a traditional Japanese wedding and the female and male foxes are separated based on gender.  For a young child, this detail represents an understanding of sexual difference.  And that understanding separates young Akira from his mother.

“The Peach Orchard” contains a similar theme.  However, young Kurosawa instead leaves his sister to chase after a young girl who is in fact the spirit of a peach sapling.  

In “The Blizzard,” Kurosawa is now a young man climbing a mountain during a snowstorm with three male companions.  When Kurosawa finally succumbs to exhaustion, he is visited by a Yuki Onna (literally “Snow Woman”).  He pushes her away as she tries to comfort him and as the storm subsides Kurosawa and his companions make for camp.

Female characters only feature heavily in two of the remaining dream sequences in Dreams.  This fact strongly suggests Kurosawa’s emotional life was not as strongly influenced by women after adolescence, a possible explanation why women are frequently not protagonists in Kurosawa’s filmography.  More than that, female characters in Kurosawa’s dreams are all either family or magical creatures until the dream sequence “Mt. Fuji in Red.”  

One last theme worth discussing is the role that Vincent Van Gogh played in Kurosawa’s career.  Vincent Van Gogh appears as a character in the dream sequence “Crows.”  Kurosawa was well known as a painter and used his paintings as storyboards.  His paintings have a wild quality and use a surreal, vibrant color palette--which influenced his use of color in Kagemusha and Ran.

Embarrassingly, it took me a few years and several rewatches of Dreams to realize Van Gogh was Kurosawa’s primary influence as a painter.

Dreams is one of my favorite movies.  However, it is Number 10 because it has some fundamental flaws.  

I have mentioned that the movie attempts to replicate the experience of a dream with mixed success.  The failures are mostly in scenes when the protagonist observes and responds to his surroundings.  The device works in dream sequences such as “The Tunnel” because the script viewer shares the character’s apprehension.  The tunnel is shot pitch black and a threatening dog emerges from the tunnel before Kurosawa enters.

Other sequences are less successful.  In “The Weeping Demon,” Kurosawa walks from the ruins of a city onto a desolate slope.  There is no shot establishing what Kurosawa sees as he changes his path from one direction to another.  This goes on for several minutes before any payoff.

Other dream sequences have the same problem with pace.  “The Blizzard” opens with approximately ten minutes of Kurosawa and his companions hiking through a snowy mountainscape.  Although we learn that the men are lost, no dialogue or action establishes that the mountaineers are lost or confused.  I must confess that I have fallen asleep more than once in the early parts of the dream sequence “The Blizzard.”

Another sequence with this problem is “Crows.”  The second half of the sequence shows Kurosawa chasing after Vincent Van Gogh while inside the artist’s unfinished paintings.  Unlike “The Blizzard,” this sequence does not harm the narrative of the dream sequence because the first half already established two things.  It established that Kurosawa is inside Van Gogh’s paintings and that he is chasing the artist himself.

One possible reason the film makes these mistakes is budgetary.  Shooting vast landscapes would have required the resources to shoot on location or create large elaborate sets.  Some sequences do exactly that--“The Peach Orchard” and “Village of the Windmills.”

Dreams had a large budget for a Japanese movie of its time.  But at approximately $12 Million US, the budget would have limited what could be done.

The mistakes regarding the pace in the end fall onto the screenwriting.  The runtime of Dreams is 119 minutes.  Trimming “The Blizzard” and “The Weeping Demon” would have solved these problems and still kept the runtime over 90 minutes. 

Critical characterization of Dreams as self indulgent is probably correct, and is the best explanation for these decisions.  But it is also a creative decision Dreams has in common with the earlier Ran and Kagemusha.  Both run nearly three hours and include several lingering shots--a stylistic trademark of Kurosawa’s later films.  The criticism that Dreams is self indulgent is less an indictment on this style than it is on the quality of the movie itself.

However, Akira Kurosawa’s self indulgence is forgivable because Dreams is such a pretty movie to look at.  Many sequences were Kurosawa’s first experiments with digital special effects, which are never used in a distracting way.  

Beyond that, several shots in the movie are made using experimental cinematography to great effect.  One shot is in the sequence “The Peach Orchard.”  Young Kurosawa is confronted by the spirits of several cleared peach trees in the form of hina-ningyo--ornamental dolls representing the Japanese Imperial Court.  When young Kurosawa expresses his grief for the trees, the spirits respond by performing a traditional dance for young Kurosawa.

The dance takes place on a hillside that is not especially steep.  Yet the spirits appear at the same approximate distance from the viewer, as though they are on the same display as a hina doll set.  Such a shot is obtained by using a strong telephoto lens, which tends to compress the depth of frame in a shot.  For this effect, Kurosawa would have had to shoot this image from at least 250 meters away.

“The Tunnel” is another surprising sequence for its cinematography.  Specifically, the dog that emerges from the tunnel is illuminated in a red aura that contrasts with the color palette of the rest of the scene.

Modern viewers might assume this was accomplished with simple digital editing.  In fact, the red light comes from a street light that is barely visible throughout the scene.  It does not shine brightly until the dog appears and is barely visible as faint glare on the street gravel.

How this shot was made confuses me.  I am certain that the effect is caused by increasing the brightness of the light because the red aura touches Kurosawa’s protagonist in some shots.  But I am not certain the shot could be illuminated from a street light unless the set was already shot in low light.  Other details suggest the sequence was shot entirely in low light.

These and other sequences in Dreams create surreal visual splendor that is only glimpsed in the earlier Ran and Kagemusha.  Although Dreams was not nearly as commercially successful, it is less trapped by its genre and is one of the best movies to look at.

Some of the sequences appeal to me personally because they are things I have only seen in my dreams, such as the mob of crows at the end of “Crows.”  Other images remind me of what I imagined as a child or the paintings I would have wanted to make when art was a greater part of my life.  For these reasons, I recommend Dreams to any viewers who look for that certain visual quality in what they watch.  

But Dreams also has an important message about mortality and loss.  For that reason, I recommend Dreams to anyone dealing with grief and recovery.

-ve

NEXT POST--#9: THE THOMAS CROWN AFFAIR (dir. John McTiernan)

#akira kurosawa #dreams #dreamscape #movies #cinema #cinematography #90s #japan #japan aesthetic #photography #painting #kagemusha #ran #luis bunuel #salvador dali #vincent van gogh #van gogh

[drakochan-ffxiv]

18. Devil’s Advocate

“The Kurogawa family paid me to bring you home,” Tsukikage said, fingertips tracing the seal and then pressing his palm forcefully against the bare skin of Jun’s back with a thump. The marks shone purple against his skin then seemed to fade into Jun’s back, leaving no trace of the seals that kept him in one piece, soul and body linked, so long as they were well maintained, though they’d begun to fray despite his best efforts. 

“I thought you said when we first met that you didn’t care if I was alive or not?” Jun teased, peeking over his shoulder. “What were your words? ‘Whether there’s a spirit inside it or not, I’m to bring that body back.’ Wasn’t that it?”

“Sit still and turn forward,” Tsuki quickly said, and only once Jun turned back around did he continue, fingertips tracing more sigils into the air, aether lingering as he worked, murmuring the spells until they formed a larger symbol, glowing a deep violet in the air, and he shifted before speaking, the symbols lingering. “The Kurogawa family did not specify that you were to be alive when they got you back, but I suspect your corpse would not be quite so easy to move. Easier to keep you like this.” A few swift hand motions and he placed his hand not quite as forcefully against the base of the skull, the energy flowing into the figure seated before him once more.

“Tingly,” Jun said, and Tsuki didn’t have to look at his face to hear the grin.

“Worse than a kitsune spirit,” Tsuki muttered to himself, finally moving to the front, eyes fixed on the task at hand.

“Miyumi-san,” the voice usually tinged with mischief was quiet, and his eyes caught Tsukikage’s as he continued his spell, unable to stop for conversation, but he faltered for a moment at the formality in Jun’s voice, quickly making the final signs and then pressed two fingers against Jun’s sternum, the purple light flaring bright and making them both squint for a moment. When it faded, Jun was looking away. “Thank you.” 

“Kurogawa Kasei did not deserve the fate that befell his corpse, but nor do you deserve to waste away because some fool bound you to it. And clumsily, I might add,” Tsukikage muttered, waving at Jun. “Put your clothes back on. We’re done, save for the final talisman.”

“And if the money had been better?” Jun said, as he shrugged the yukata back over his shoulders, leaving it loose in front, no doubt to spite Tsukikage.

The onmyoji paused as he put away his instruments and papers, glancing up. “Then perhaps we would be speaking under different circumstances. But that is not the case, and we are here now.”

“But for argument’s sake. If you hadn’t fallen in love with me, of course, as is only to be expected for someone as clever and charming and gorgeous as I am,” Jun said with a cheeky grin, and Tsukikage was glad he was facing away, so the other would not see the way his hands fumbled on his brush sets at the tease.

“I am not in love with you,” Tsukikage said, tone firm and flat, careful to keep his emotions out of the words. “But if you were truly nothing but a demon wearing the skin of my patrons’ deceased son--”

“Am I not that, exactly, though?”

“If you were nothing but a demon wearing Kurogawa Kasei’s skin, I would have not hesitated to exorcise you.” 

“Then what am I?”

“A spirit far more powerful than a simple ghost. I do not know what, there is something that hides your true nature from me, far beyond my own abilities.” Which were not unsubstantial, so it was truly saying something that he could not identify what kind of creature Jun truly was. On par with the kami, if his guess was right. 

“Hm… Was hoping for something a little more flattering.”

“I will not be playing this game.”

“Fine, fine. At least answer me this, Tsuki-chan~” His sing-song voice came closer, arms looping around Tsukikage’s shoulders, though not tight, and he couldn’t help the way his tail twitched at the sensation of a body close to his own, warm even through the layers of his clothing. “Can I have just a little taste? After all that… I’m feeling so worn out.” His voice was a low, sultry whisper, breath fluttering a few stray strands of his hair, managing to make it sound like they’d done something obscene even though they both knew well that was not at all the case. 

“I already expended enough Aether on the seals, it should have given you enough to get by for the evening,” he countered, feeling the heat creep up his neck. He didn’t have to turn to know the grin that Jun wore as he pulled away. By the time Tsukikage turned, it had shifted from his grin, though his eyes still glittered with mirth.

“Maybe I just wanted a goodnight kiss from Tsuki-chan.” He fluttered his eyelashes, pouting prettily, shifting to give a gratuitous view of his chest and stomach as he leaned just so. “Can’t I just have one… little… kiss?” His pose would be more fitting on a courtesan, and even though he clearly was delighted at the flush that rose in Tsuki’s cheeks, he didn’t try to close the distance, a laugh chasing the onmyoji as he stood and quickly stalked from the room, tail lashing behind him. 

Damned voidsent. 

#Love them so much #been fun to explore their relationship and dynamic tbh #Jun #Tsukikage Miyumi #FFXIVWrite2021 #FFXIVWrite

[nad-zeta]

Oda Forces MBTI

Okay, so I am a secret MBTI fan, so I haven't found many done on Ikesen, so I decided to do my own.❤🌷

So for those who don't know Myers Briggs Type Indicator is a personality categorizer that splits humanity into 16 "freakishly accurate" groups. So I used https://www.16personalities.com as my info source! So without further ado...

Oda Nobunaga - ENTJ Commander 

"Commanders are natural-born leaders. People with this personality type embody the gifts of charisma and confidence and project authority in a way that draws crowds together behind a common goal. However, Commanders are also characterized by an often ruthless level of rationality, using their drive, determination, and sharp minds to achieve whatever end they've set for themselves".

So, I can definitely see the very charismatic confident and freakishly intelligent Nobu fitting this perfectly. It's no secret that Nobu has a certain charm that draws people in to back his goals and ambitions. As for ruthless, there must be a reason Kennyo and Shingen see him as a ruthless tyrant yikes.

So, here are his ideal compatible matches:

INTP, ISTP, and INFP

Mitsuhide Akechi - ENTP Debater 

"No one loves the process of mental sparring more than the Debater personality type, and it gives them a chance to exercise their effortlessly quick wit, broad accumulated knowledge base, and capacity for connecting disparate ideas to prove their points. Debaters are the ultimate devil's advocate, thriving on the process of shredding arguments and beliefs and letting the ribbons drift in the wind for all to see. They don't always do this because they are trying to achieve some deeper purpose or strategic goal, though. Sometimes it's for the simple reason that it's fun".

Hello sneaky kitsune! Did someone say using wit to tease people for fun! This is 100% Mitsu in my mind; he, after all, does gather info from the shadows and loves to tease everyone around him with his witty remarks. ENTP is the rule-breakers, they love making jokes and can size up situations super quickly

Ideal compatible matches INFJ, INTJ, and ENFP

Hideyoshi Toyotomi - ESFJ Consul

"Consuls are altruists, and they take responsibility to help and to do the right thing seriously. They base their moral compass on established traditions and laws, upholding authority and rules. Supportive and outgoing, Consuls can always be spotted at a party – they're the ones finding time to chat and laugh with everyone! Consuls truly enjoy hearing about their friends' relationships and activities, remembering little details and always standing ready to talk things out with warmth and sensitivity"

Mama-Yoshi sure loves to help and support everyone and anyone! He is the most social in the Oda forces, in my opinion- like he gets swarmed by a woman every time he goes shopping. As for upholding rules and authority, we all know poor old Nobu has to sneak around to get his candy fix when Mamahen is on patrol.

Ideal compatible matches ISFP, INFP, and ISTP

Masamune Date - ESFP Entertainer

"Entertainers get caught up in the excitement of the moment and want everyone else to feel that way, too. No other personality type is as generous with their time and energy as Entertainers when it comes to encouraging others, and no other personality type does it with such irresistible style. Wanting to experience everything there is to experience."

#Masa the hurricane. He spent the better half of his route encouraging mc to let go and have FUN! I mean, he drove off of a cliff for crying out loud, this boy is the embodiment of new experiences and playfulness. ESPF is reckless, daring and super energetic  

Ideal compatible matches ISTJ, ISFJ and INTP

Ieyasu Tokugawa - ISFJ Defender

"Defenders have excellent analytical abilities; though reserved, they have well-developed people skills and robust social relationships, and though they are generally a conservative type, Defenders are often receptive to change and new ideas. They have a tendency to underplay their accomplishments and may never be truly comfortable in the spotlight, personality type is private and very sensitive, internalizing their feelings a great deal".

I found it most difficult to match Ieyasu, but I think this fits him best. He is a sensitive soul that secretly loves helping and healing everyone. He always underplays his acts of kindness by his contrary behaviour, but we see you Yasu, we see you. ISFJ need their alone time to recharge, and their Patronus (Hello harry potter fans) is a deer so if that ain't a clear cut sign I don't know what is

Ideal compatible matches ESTP, ESFP, and ESFJ

Mitsunari Ishida - INFP Mediator

"Mediators are affectionate, kind, creative, and idealistic. Rewarding them and those they love not with logic and utility, but with a world view that inspires compassion, kindness and beauty wherever they go. Mediators can lose themselves in their quest for good and neglect the day-to-day upkeep that life demands. Mediators often drift into deep thought, enjoying contemplating the hypothetical and the philosophical more than any other personality type. Left unchecked, Mediators may start to lose touch, withdrawing into "hermit mode," and it can take a great deal of energy from their friends or partner to bring them back to the real world."

Mitsunari is a bight ray of angelic sunshine. We all know this boy goes straight into hermit mode; basically, the second he picks up a book. He is creative kind, caring, and if it weren't for mama-yoshi hand feeding him like a lil baby bird, he would probs starve to death. INFP is known to be sweet lil cinnarolls, and whose heads are always in the clouds.

Ideal compatible matches ENFJ, or the ESTJ, ENTP

I highly recommend you take the test yourself if you haven't yet!  Enjoy!❤

#mbti #mbti ikesen #ikemen sengoku mbti #mbti fanfic #personal #akechi mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku mitsunari #ikesen hideyoshi #oda nobunaga #Masamune Date #ieyasu tokugawa #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #mitsuhide akechi #ikesen mitsuhide #nobunaga oda fanfic #nobunaga oda #ikesen nobunaga

[emblemxeno]

Anon who asked about FE14's mechanics here. I'm about two thirds through Birthright, and I'm enjoying it a lot, though it randomly got me wondering—which Hoshidan characters/Birthright units do you think would get along best with Dimitri?

That’s actually hard to say, because Dimitri cares a lot about destroying prejudices and helping people no matter the background, whereas Hoshido as a country is very isolationist in terms of culture and mindset, and there’s a xenophobia issue Hoshido has against Nohr.

In essence, I think he would be in the same position as Corrin, in trying to break down the barriers that the Hoshidans erected.

I think he’d immediately like Sakura, as he could see some of his younger self as her; shy and proper, but with hidden strengths and passion. He might also be able to relate to Hinoka in that they’ve been training since childhood.

He’d probably be comfortable around Hana, Kagero and Saizo, as he’s used to having a devoted retainer always ready to help him. He’d hit it off with Kaze too, since Kaze is friends with everyone (and the girls can’t get enough of either of them)

If we consider Mozu to be Hoshidan, I think they’d get along, though after Mozu’s done being intimidated because royalty is scary. Dimitri would probably admire her for her strong resolve and determination after losing  her family, something he could relate to. Plus, strong commoners are an inspiration and something he advocates for.

I feel like he’d not hit it off with Oboro at first because he doesn’t like prejudice against people, but he’ll be more understanding of her situation after learning her story and try to help her overcome being obsessed with revenge like he was.

He’d want to be friends with Kaden to establish better relations and to outlaw hunting the kitsune. I think he’d find Reina fascinating between how she is on and off the battlefield, because she’s kind of like him in that she’s proper off the field, but feels exhilarated when fighting.

If we’re including child characters, Dimitri would probably be great friends with Shiro because the latter is incredibly supportive and a treat to be around. I also want him to talk with Hisame because “oh an overly serious swordsman who’s not a fan of his father, doesn’t that sound familiar”

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #dimitri fire emblem #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fire emblem fates

[heartsofthewisps]

Characters:

Carson Von Somethin

Yes, that IS his last name. Residing in the busy city of Auriga, Carson is a music connoisseur while his views and takes on the world are rather cynical, ever since the tragic death of his parents whom he lost in a brutal car accident when he was only four years old. The leader of the wisps, unfortunately for him. The main man!!

Margie Spellwinder

Margie is from a long, esteemed line of proud witches. She is to inherit the great Spellwinder name!..... That is, if she can even be a proper witch to begin with. Although very gifted with magic, she doesn’t know exactly how to wield it. Margie hails from southern Astraeya, her abode not far from the Witch’s Hamlet. She often fizzles simple ember spells or ends up blowing up her household with potion brews. Either way, she’s determined, and isn’t about to give up! But she could take a break from the constant malfunctions. Constantly anxious, and has a deeper past than first anticipated.

Hitoshi Spirit

Ironic as it is, Hitoshi Spirit is a samurai who has traded in his soul for incredible strength and stamina during a tolling war that took place in Hiragashi, a coastal town in Eastern Astraeya. Now he remains a husk of a man. Still, he is able to feel and experience emotions despite having traded away his spirit. But he is often cold and heartless, not feeling pity for cowards who beg for pity. And somehow, he ended up in a group with a pessimistic music maker, a failing witch, and a bossy, immature guardian spirit. Enjoys the simple things in life, like fishing and painting.

Willow Wispy

Willow is a guardian spirit that, as her name suggests, can control fire and ashes. However being such a small, insignificant spirit, she believes she’s a long-forgotten goddess who has magnificent power (which is proved time and time again to be false by her team). She showed up beside Carson one day, promising to protect him through his compelling journey. Though he pushed her away a lot, being the independent person he is. Has a lot more to her than meets the eye.

Akio Hinode

Appearing to be an ordinary man at first, it is later revealed that he is actually the last remaining kitsune to live. He hails from the small Kitsune Village hidden deep within the Woods of the Lynx. Due to his species being doomed, he has grown bitter and cold from the world, especially towards humans since they are the very things that killed his people. To make their lives as miserable as possible, he pulls pranks and tricks, lies and steals, anything to inconvenience them as much as possible. Be wary - his bright and cheery persona is only a mask for a darker and cold man.

Ichika Gakusha

An avid historian that hyper-studies any subject that catches her eye, to ignore the depression of her family neglecting her for her entire life. Her current obsession is the kitsune people and their past culture, trying to recover and learn about them ever since they went extinct. Little does she know that there IS one living kitsune, who happens to be afraid of her possibly exposing his existence to hunters. Incredibly intelligent, but oblivious to what’s in front of her.

Julian Lores Draconia

Kindhearted prince and sole heir to the throne of Draconia, the kingdom ruled by dragonblood. Despite loving his father for treating him kind all his life, he knows that he’s been slipping away bit by bit, and that one day, he will become a threat to the people of Astraeya. With this knowledge, he defects from the kingdom for a time and joins the main group to restore peace to the world. Due to the draconic blood flowing through his veins, he slowly transforms into a dragon, and cannot revert back to his human self unless using a scale tonic or a magic spell. Has a bit of a crush on Margie.

Faenar Mysticus

For thousands of years, elves, fairies, and fae alike have been known to reject any species that were not their own, having strict rules on what can and cannot be done, and overall are unfriendly, unkind beings. Not Faenar. Absolutely not Faenar. He is the nicest, kindest, most gentle elf in the entire world, and comes from the Treetop Sanctuary, a large settlement of elves in the Woods of the Lynx. Taking Margie in when she was small and frail, he deemed himself her older brother and pretty much everyone else as his little siblings. His mother, an elvish council member, desperately wants him to stop dragging her through this trouble, but has honestly given up at this point.

Dreezna Elfenstof

Dreezna is one of the fairies that reside in the mystical Verdwaald forest, home to the fairies of Astraeya. The queen of fairies, Titania, knew what must be done, and had sent Dreezna away to find the Wisps (the main group), knowing she is among the souls. Despite her pessimistic personality at first glance, she is a person of pure heart, as a healer in Astraeya cannot be one unless their heart is kind and pure. Pines over Viviane hard.

Viviane Samaka

A mermaid from the underwater kingdom of Lu’Lu’, who advocates for the truce between land dwellers and sea creatures, she has a bright outlook for the future, and is unknowingly one of the Wisps. Like other mermaids, she has the sacred ability to entrance a person with her singing voice, though she must be careful not to hypnotize one of her one friends. Pines over Dreezna hard.

Mo

Mo (short for Mother Life) is the long-since-forgotten goddess of Astraeya, the creator of the entire world. Don’t be fooled by her young, childlike appearance - she is wise when it counts. Though she provided everything for the people, they still disliked her, angry that she didn’t accommodate their every need (though they weren’t exactly aware their caring goddess is a literal child). She one day mysteriously disappeared after the Gigas Disaster, which crumbled Astraeya’s old society. Whether she’s dead or ran off, nobody in the world knows.

Nightmare

A literal blob of evil black goo, Nightmare is the cause of the Gigas Disaster and the main antagonist of the story. He was born of the hatred and malice of the eight lesser elemental gods’s war. Though I may draw him with a form, the truth is he has no real form, and can only can have one by inhabiting a vessel, a person chosen among his followers. Hasn’t been seen physically for thousands of years, as he disappeared when Mo did, but threatens to return to end Astraeya once and for all.

Slug Prophet

Yes. You heard that right. Slug. Prophet. Born around the the same time Mo created Astraeya, they are a sea slug gained sentience, and gifted with the power of foresight. Mo often came to them in the past for advice and help, but has long since lost relevance and now hangs out in a damp, musty cove by the ocean, eating plankton-algae soup and doing....whatever they do in their free time. Primordial being, on the same level as Mo herself.

Sakura

A totally uninteresting and non-relevant elf lady from the forest, a total nerd and dweeb. She uses magic I guess, but honestly what’s the point, because she is just there. Mostly for background. Created To The Wisps as a fun little comic project on the side but it accidentally became real and she’s powerless to stop it. If you see her, ignore her, she will eventually go away.

#ooc #carson von somethin #margie spellwinder #hitoshi spirit #willow wispy #akio hinode #ichika gakusha #Julian Lores Draconia #Faenar mysticus #will continue the list but it’s like 10 pm and I’m tired #also pinned post #pinned post #dreezna elfenstof #viviane samaka #mother life #nightmare #slug prophet #I WILL MAKE PROFILE PICS FOR THEM. EVENTUALLY. A #Sakura