#amara's professor series

[autumnshighlady]

Yes, sir

Eris x female!reader

part of The Professor Series

summary: you've been trying to impress Dr. Vanserra for weeks, and an opportunity presents itself when he offers you private study sessions ;)

warnings: smut, power dynamic, name calling, oral sex (f receiving), thigh riding, face sitting, fingering, inappropriate use of mirror, tw: Ianthe

word count: 6.7k

request/prompt: Eris would undoubtedly be a history teacher, sarcastic at times and rigid

a/n: i got my degree in medieval history so there's a bit of rambling in this fic about my area of study since Eris is a history professor, figured i spent 4 years researching it so may as well incorporate it into this fic lmao feel free to breeze past the reader's monologue about the study material (or read it if you're interested hehe)

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“Does anyone know why this manuscript was significant to political theory at the time of its creation?”

A few hands raised around you in the lecture hall, yours included. Political history professor Dr. Eris Vanserra paced slowly across the floor, his amber eyes scanning the rows of students for someone to pick on. His red hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, a look that had more than a few of you swooning. His red button up shirt complimented the brown tweed jacket on his shoulders, an outfit that no doubt cost you more than you made in a month. Dr. Vanserra always had the nicest outfits out of all your professors, never coming to class with a thread out of place.

Over the last few weeks, you had come to terms with the fact that you were harbouring an intense crush on him. You couldn’t help it – he spoke with such elegance, explaining the most boring concepts in a way that had you utterly entranced. Frequently, you found yourself staring at his slender hands, which he often gestured with as he spoke. He was a strict professor, who had no patience for any fooling around during class. But his dry jokes were laced with sarcasm, adding to his charming wit. Everyone tried to impress him – Dr. Vanserra was a distant male, often brushing off students in his office hours as if he wanted as little interaction as possible. He never complimented their work either, a simple head nod being the closest anyone has gotten to positive feedback. He was quick to point out what you did wrong, never beating around the bush.

And so you moved your seat from the back of the class to the front, always making sure to be the first student in the door and the last one to leave. It was tough, with other students just as eager to gain a minute of his attention. But you welcomed the challenge, craving to be the one who broke his rigid exterior and get him to show that he at least had a heart. That included always being ready to answer any questions.

Eris’s glowing gaze landed on you, and your heart fluttered. For a moment, you were sure he would call on you to answer the question. But his gaze came as quickly as it left, landing on the blonde female two seats down from you, Ianthe.

“They’re important because they were written by a woman,” Ianthe said proudly, her annoying voice raising three pitches higher than what you knew was her normal voice. “The only one of its time, too. Proof that women in the elite class were learning to read and write just like the men.”

Ianthe proudly lifted her chin up, satisfied with her answer. Dr. Vanserra took a single step towards her, and she crossed her arms together and leaned her elbows on the table, her big eyes wide as she batted her lashes at the professor. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at her lack of subtly, noting how ridiculous she looked trying to push her breasts together to show off her cleavage.

“A weak and shallow take, Ianthe, as per usual.” Eris said, sarcastic disappointment lacing his voice. 

You had to cough to conceal your laugh. Ianthe was always trying to suck up to Dr. Vanserra, always humiliating herself along the way yet failing to recognize how foolish she looked.

“Is there anyone who can answer my question with a point that’s actually worth my precious time to listen to?” He continued, surveying the hesitant class.

Your hand shot up once again, and this time the professor’s gaze landed on you. He nodded, his stoic face revealing nothing as he waited for you to make your point.

“It’s the only manuscript we currently possess that’s written by a woman in its time,” You began. “That doesn’t mean it’s the only one to have existed. And the author being our only example of a body of literature written by a woman in its era doesn’t mean all elite women were doing the same. Her husband was a close friend of the emperor’s, acting as one of his closest counsellors. It’s highly likely that her husband’s unusually high status is the reason she was able to read and write.”

Dr. Vanserra nodded. “Carry on.”

You tried to ignore the intensity of his gaze as you scrambled to remember your information. “Well, the manuscript itself gives us insight into the political strife of the realm. Many of our other sources from that era never address the problem because they don’t want the history books to remember the bad times. Not only does she directly address the political issues at hand, but she also inserts herself into the narrative, something no other source from its time does. So while it’s written as a book of advice to her son who’s a political prisoner in an enemy court, it gives us insight into 3 aspects of family in that era: feelings, authority, and consciousness. Which also links back to what we talked about last week regarding the connection between the theme of consciousness within this era’s literature.”

You let out a breath, trying not to shake. The professor continued to stare at you, expressionless, leaving you unsure if your points were completely bogus or not. Finally, Dr. Vanserra dipped his head. “Good.” He said plainly, and Ianthe audibly huffed. “Now speaking of last week’s material…”

Dr. Vanserra continued his lecture, and you felt Ianthe shooting daggers at you with her eyes. But you didn’t care, you were too busy riding the high of your first ever praise from the instructor – anyone’s first ever praise from him, now that you thought of it. You happily scrawled down your notes for the remainder of the period, until the clock struck 9am, indicating class was over.

“I will expect the first draft of your midterm essays in three weeks, do not forget.” Dr. Vanserra said as students began packing up. “It’s going to take me a hundred hours to go through them all, so make them worth the headache it will cause me.”

Students began scurrying out the door, and you were grateful that you had no classes for the rest of the day. You packed up your things more slowly, your books and notepads stacked in an organised pile, just how you liked it. You stepped around the front of your desk and scooped them up in your arms, but quickly collided with a blonde female carrying a very full mug of coffee.

“Oh my goodness!” Ianthe squealed, her voice sweet as honey. “Your notes! I am so sorry hun, let me help you clean that up.”

Anger boiled in your blood, and it took everything in you not to yank her by her blonde hair and drag her face through the spilled mess. “It’s ok,” You forced yourself to say through gritted teeth. “It was an accident.”

“Oopsies!” She chuckled, her blue eyes glittering. “See ya!” She skipped away, miniskirt bouncing with every step. Gods, you hated her.

You looked down at your fallen pile of notes, now drenched in caffeine and completely illegible. Kneeling down, you tried to see if anything was salvageable, but nothing remained. Tears welled in your eyes – weeks of hard work, just gone. You felt your white t-shirt sticking to your chest, now strained with brown.

You hadn’t even noticed Dr. Vanserra approach. His pale, slender hand appeared next to yours, picking up a drenched piece of paper. You looked up, seeing him crouched down in front of you.

“Can any of it be saved?” He asked, her voice still stoic but slightly softer.

You shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak without crying yet.

Dr. Vanserra clucked his tongue. “Unfortunate. You’ve worked very hard on those.”

“Those are all my notes from the last few weeks,” You said quietly, lip wobbling. “Sir… I have nothing to work with for my essay draft now.”

He merely hummed as if deep in thought before grabbing the soaked papers from your hands and standing up. You heard him stride over to the trash bin and lift the lid, tossing the remains of the material inside. His expensive shoes clicked on the floor as he walked back over to you. His hand reached out, coming into your lowered field of view.

You looked up at him through teary eyes, confused. 

“Come on, get up.” Dr. Vanserra said, sighing. “She wins if you sit like that, just sulking. So get up and come with me.”

Trying not to tremble, you grabbed his hand. He pulled you up with surprising strength, his hand warm despite the freezing temperature of the room. Wordlessly, he grabbed your bags along with his own, walking out of the lecture hall with long strides. Puzzled, you scrambled to follow, too nervous to say a word. This was the most Dr. Vanserra had ever spoken to you, you didn’t want to risk screwing it up by saying something stupid. 

You followed him all the way to his office, shutting the door behind you as you entered the space. Rich tones of red, amber, and green adorned the room, expensive looking furniture and decor scattered everywhere in an organised manner. The office was filled with more candles than you could count, their orange flames flickering gently. Dr. Vanserra set your bags down on one of the chairs before finally speaking.

“Twelve lectures worth of your notes are gone, and you cannot do anything about that.” He said sternly. “So do not cry over it. However, I do not want to see you fall behind and try to redo the notes off of memory alone. You will fail the course if you do so. Therefore, for the next two weeks, we will meet in my office every day at 5pm. Each session we will go over one lecture, and you will redo your notes. We can go slow to ensure you do not miss anything, and you may ask me any questions you need. That will give you only a week to complete your draft, but at least you will not be lacking half the material needed for it. Does this work for you?”

Your jaw went slack. One on one review with the professor? It was the golden ticket you needed to succeed in this course, and you were going to make it count. “Yes, sir, absolutely.” You replied quickly, letting out a breath. “Thank you, Dr. Vanserra, thank you.”

“We are going to be spending a lot of time together over the next two weeks, my dear. You can call me Eris.”

Your heart flipped. “Eris.” You corrected yourself, testing his name on your tongue.

He smirked. “Excellent. Now that we are on a first name basis, I can comfortably tell you that the coffee has rendered your shirt see through.”

The blood drained from your face, and your arms shot from your sides to cover your chest. As luck would have it, you weren’t wearing a bra that day, meaning your nipples were likely visible through the wet white shirt. “Oh god, I’m so sorry.” You stammered, cheeks flushing red.

“It’s quite alright.” Eris strolled towards a small dresser in the corner of the room, opening up the middle drawer and pulling out a cream coloured polo sweater with a v-neck. “Put this on, I won’t have my student walking around campus with her tits in plain sight.”

You blushed deeply, taking the fabric from him. It was the softest thing you’d felt, and smelled strongly of the cologne you frequently caught a whiff of whenever the professor walked by you. The plainness of his words made your brain go haywire, and you stood there dumbly.

“Unless you want to give me a show, I suggest you turn around and change so I can put your shirt in a bag for you to take home.” Eris said, a hint of mischief behind his amber gaze.

You turned around, reaching down and pulling the ruined t-shirt over your head. You shivered, feeling those eyes burning into your bare back as you carefully held your arm out behind you with the shirt balled inside your fist.

Eris took it, and you heard him turn around and walk away, presumably to grab a bag. You quickly pulled the sweater over your head, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach that danced happily at the thought of wearing your professor’s sweater.

“All done.” You said, turning around. “I’ll get this dry cleaned before I give it back.”

The male only shrugged as he tossed your shirt into a spare grocery bag. “Clean it, keep it, shred it, it matters not to me. I have three more identical to that one.”

“Uh, ok.” You muttered. The idea of keeping his sweater felt wrong, but you were secretly thrilled that he suggested it.

Eris took a seat behind his desk, pulling out books from his briefcase. “Now be gone with you, I have research to do. And remember, 5pm tomorrow. Do not be late.”

“I won’t.” You promised, grabbing your bags and making your exit.

Maybe it was a good thing Ianthe spilled her coffee on you.

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ONE WEEK LATER

You tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep hours after your study session with Eris. At first, they had been gruelling. Eris would grill you for every answer you gave him, making sure you could confidently back up your claims. Your brain was exhausted by the end of it, but you were happy. Eris had also given you helpful anecdotes that he hadn’t mentioned to the class. You had twice as many notes as before, and they were twice as helpful.

He was different than when he taught in class. More patient, less demanding. He spoke slower, allowing you to catch up if you fell behind. His strict persona was as rigid as ever in class, but you found he was calling on you more and more to answer questions. It delighted you.

At first, you had sat in the chair in front of his desk. But today, the chair was moved beside his. More than once, your leg knocked against his muscular thigh, and you’d murmur an embarrassed apology. Eris never acknowledged it, only smirked before returning to the material at hand. You still felt the tingling sensation on your own thigh from earlier when he gently squeezed it. You had gotten a tough question right, and Eris had reached down and put his hand on your thigh, quickly squeezing it before retreating.

Your face had gone bright red, and there was no way he hadn’t noticed. Just that one simple action had made your core throb with need. It didn’t help that he had begun calling you pet names, such as ‘my dear’ and ‘love’. You drank them up, his silver tongue making the nicknames sound just right. Every time he said them, it went straight to your core. 

Studying with your professor had suddenly become incredibly hard.

You rolled over in your bed once more, hoping that perhaps this side of the sheets would finally bring you sleep. But every time you closed your eyes, all you could think about was Eris’s touch on your thigh, and how it would feel if his hand was higher up, right where you had dreamed about it being. You imagined his slender fingers pumping inside you, filthy words falling from his lips like the first snow of winter, red hair falling in your face was his body moulded over top of yours–

“Get it together.” You scolded yourself. “He’s your fucking professor. It was nothing. Stop overthinking.”

But that didn’t stop you from sneaking your hand between your legs in a last ditch effort to ease yourself into sleep.

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A few days later, you checked your outfit in the bathroom mirror at 4:55pm before heading to Eris’s office. You hadn’t slept well last night, so you opted for a casual pair of soft, flowing green pants paired with a simple cream coloured button up. You’d be lying to yourself if you claimed you hadn’t deliberately chosen the pants that seemed to be Eris’s favourite shade of green. It was hard to sleep when all you could think about was how close you were going to be sitting to him the next day.

At 5pm on the dot, you opened the door to his office. “Good evening, sir.” You greeted him, locking the door behind you. It was something he insisted on, claiming he didn’t want his other students barging in thinking you were getting special treatment.

“Hello, my dear.” Eris said. “We’re covering lecture 10 today, I assume you brought the material.”

You nodded, setting your bag next to the desk before making your way around to Eris’s side. You paused, noticing something was missing. “Where’s my chair?” You asked.

“Oh, that thing,” Eris tutted, lips drawn into a faint smirk. “I gave it to my brother for the week. His office chair broke, and he has fifty students lined up outside his office every day who need it more than I do.”

Your mouth was dry, unsure of what game he was playing. “Where am I supposed to sit?”

“I think there’s enough room over here for you.” Eris’s voice was velvety and laced with smugness. His brown eyes glowed, like a viper approaching a small creature to make its first strike.

“Oh, do you want me to stand?” You tried hesitantly. No way this was going where you think it was going, right? 

“For two hours? I wouldn’t do that to you. Come here.” He beckoned you forward with a come here motion and spread his legs ever so slightly, making your stomach do a somersault. Your body obeyed him without question, stepping forward until Eris grabbed your hand and pulled you down, causing you to fall onto his lap with a yelp. Strong hands gripped your hips, adjusting you so you were perched on his right thing, one leg on each side.

You bit your lip so the whimper that had built in your throat didn’t slip through. Your throbbing core was pressed right into the hard muscle of Eris’s thigh, emitting a heat you were sure he would feel.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” He purred, his lips dangerously close to your ear. His breath was warm, sending shivers down your spine.

You stuttered something incoherent in response, but Eris cut you off casually, reaching forward and opening your book. His knee hiked up a bit, pushing his thigh further into your core. This time, you couldn’t stop the noise you let out.

“Are you alright, love?” Eris asked innocently. You gritted your teeth – he knew what he was doing, and was trying to get a reaction from you. As much as you wanted him, you were stubborn.

Two could play this game.

“Just fine.” You quipped, attempting to keep your composure.

“Wonderful. Let us begin.”

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An hour later, your lip had indents on it from your teeth. It was the most torturous study session you’d ever had in your life. It was less than 10 minutes in before Eris took it up a notch. He had rested one hand on your hip, a simple gesture as if to steady you. But his thumb found its way underneath the fabric of your shirt and began to rub small circles above the bone. 

The more questions Eris asked you, the closer he leaned into you. His lips began grazing your ear as he spoke, driving you wild. He didn’t sit still either, casually moving his leg from time to time, causing you to slide forward, clit grazing the sinewy muscle.

It was a slow torture.

“You seem distracted.” Eris murmured in your ear, readjusting himself again and sending another wave of pleasure through your core. You couldn’t help it, a quiet moan leaving your mouth as you felt yourself giving up.

He chuckled darkly, sliding the rest of the hand under your shirt fabric and resting it on the skin above your hip bone. “You’ve been working so hard my dear, I can’t have you unfocused.”

The rest of his fingers began tracing lazy, teasing circles against your flesh. You arched into his touch, tears from the lack of stimulation to your cunt threatening to form in your eyes if he didn’t touch you soon.

“Please.” You murmured quietly.

“Please what?” Eris asked, feigning cluelessness but letting his teeth scrape the shell of your ear. “If you need something from me, you need only ask. And I will be happy to oblige.”

The bastard was really going to make you admit it. He knew what he had been doing for the past hour, teasing you subtly to the point where you’d beg for more. Your earlier determination was gone, replaced by a pathetic neediness for his touch.

“Touch me, please.” You whined, not caring how weak you sounded.

Eris paused for a second. “No.”

Your eyes shot open in surprise. If this was some sick game to humiliate you, you were going to kill him. “What do you mean–”

“You know what you want to do right now,” He cut you off, his voice low. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at my thighs for the past few days. This is your chance to take what you want, sweetheart. Only once you grind yourself into my thigh to show me how desperate you are for me, will I finally touch you.”

Humiliation burned through you. No matter how stubborn you were, it was no match for Eris’s. There was no way you’d be able to convince him to put his hands on you without first doing what he asked.

You leaned forward, placing your hands on his knee for support as your clit finally made contact with his thigh. You began rocking your hips, moaning at the relief it brought you. 

“Come on, I know you can give me more than that.” Eris remarked from behind you.

You groaned and ground your hips harder into his thigh, pleasure intensifying. You swivelled your hips back and forth and in circular motions, trying to find a path to the release you had been craving.

“Fuck.” You moaned, glancing sideways at the mirror that was propped against the wall adjacent to his desk. The sight nearly made you gasp. Your face was flushed, blissed out as you grinded into Eris’s thigh, a small wet patch having formed on his light brown trousers. Eris was leaning back in his chair, his eyes hungrily drinking in the view from behind of you riding his thigh. His face was dark with want, and his knuckles were white as they gripped the side of the chair.

You continued your motions, grinding into your professor’s thigh in his locked office, coming so close to building that familiar coil in your stomach but never quite getting there.

“Eris…” You moaned.

“Yes, my dear?” Came his reply.

“I need you. Please, sir, I need you to touch me.”

One glance in the mirror and you knew you were victorious. Calling him ‘sir’ seemed to have softened his determination to make you grind into him until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Aw, can you not get yourself off on my thigh without help?” He mocked, stroking your hip again. “You need me that badly, don’t you? You know how unsatisfying it would be to cum without my touch.”

He spun the chair around, lifting your hips with one hand and peeling your pants and underwear off at the same time. The two of you were now facing the mirror, able to take in the sinfulness of the situation in full view. Eris adjusted you on his lap so that you were sitting atop his bulge, legs spread over each of his legs. Your needy cunt was on display, and you leaned back into his solid chest.

“Such a greedy little thing.” Eris said. One of his hands reached down and stroked your clit, while the other wrapped around your other hip and began to tease your entrance. For a second, you thought he was going to cruelly pull away, leaving you high and dry. But moments later he plunged a finger inside you, increasing the speed and pressure on your clit as well.

Your entire body twitched with the sudden wave of pleasure, ten times more intense than anything you had given yourself. Your moan this time was loud, echoing throughout the vast space of the office. His hands worked you in all the right places, confidently finding the perfect pleasure spots as if he had been given a map to your body and spent years studying it.

“Is that better?” Eris cooed, running his lips up and down your neck. “Is this what you’ve been fantasising about, being completely at my mercy as I make you feel good?”

“Gods, yes.” You cried out, arching into him.

“There are no gods here to help you, my dear,” He chuckled darkly. “Only me.”

Eris bit down on the juncture between your shoulder and neck, causing you to gasp. But you welcomed the sting of it, sighing as his silver tongue caressed the indents in your skin. Your legs began to tense up, feeling the orgasm you had been so desperately craving building up. The wet squelching sounds of Eris’s fingers on your cunt sang in harmony with your moans, as you watched the scene in the mirror through half-closed eyes.

“That’s it, love.” Eris murmured, sucking your neck just below the curve of your jaw. “Cum all over my hands.”

Your body obeyed, erupting into a burst of flaming pleasure as your orgasm hit you hard. Eris’s fingers continued to work you through your high, intensifying it tenfold. You were a whimpering, twitching mess in your professor’s lap. Finally, he removed his hands from between your legs, giving you a merciful break. You slouched into him, panting.

Your professor had just given you the most intense orgasm of your life.

After a few minutes letting your body recover, Eris picked you up with ease, bridal style in his arms. He settled you both down on the couch, placing his hand on your inner thigh and slowly sliding it back towards your core. You whimpered as his fingers grazed your sensitive slit, causing him to chuckle.

“Oh you poor, sweet thing,” Eris mocked. “You didn’t think that would be it, did you? I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

Your mind reeled as he adjusted himself, laying back flat on the couch and pulling you on top of him. Luckily, you caught yourself with one arm on his chest so you didn’t land flat on his body. Eris’s hand reached behind your neck, grabbing you firmly and pulling your lips into his. You groaned, shifting on top of him so you were straddling his waist to get more comfortable. Eris’s grip was tight, putting you at the mercy of his kiss as his lips consumed your own. You melted into his mouth like butter, sighing as his tongue danced with your own.

His other hand reached down and squeezed your backside, pushing your hips into his crotch and causing you both to moan into each other’s mouths. The noise that emitted from Eris’s lips was the most delightful thing you had ever heard, you decided. It filled you with determination to see what other sounds your professor could make. So you ground your hips into his bulge again, causing him to groan.

“Careful,” He growled, nipping at your lip in warning. “You’re playing with fire here, my dear. Did I say you could grind on my cock like a desperate whore?”

You paused, heat rushing to your core at his filthy words. You’d always loved the sound of Eris’s voice, and hearing him say such sinful things to you brought a fresh wave of arousal.

A hard smack landed on your ass, making you yelp in surprise.

“I asked you a question.” Eris said sternly. “Did I give you permission to grind on my cock, yes or no?”

“No.” You answered sheepishly.

“No is right. Sit up. You’re going to make it up to me.”

You frowned in confusion, but did as you were told, propping yourself up and sitting back down on Eris’s hips, trying to ignore the way his cock dug into your backside. You took a second to admire Eris’s form laying on the luxurious couch beneath you. His red hair was fanned around his face like the morning rays of sunshine, a beautiful contrast with the dark green of the sofa. His expression was relaxed, but calculating as always – angular cheekbones made more prominent in the light of the candles, his amber eyes glowing with desire. It was a sight you wanted to commit to memory forever.

“Remove your shirt, and come ride my face.” Eris said plainly. You baulked, having expected him to tell you to get on your knees and take his cock down your throat. You were supposed to make up for disobeying him by… letting him eat you out? Most males you had been with had been selfish, only going down on you if you sucked them off first. But Eris was different.

“I would suggest you listen and do as I say, unless you want to be bent over my knee and spanked until you cannot walk, and are ordered not to cum for a week.” Eris’s voice was less patient this time, noting your hesitation.

Something dark in his eyes told you he meant it, so you obeyed, unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it off your shoulders, followed by your bra. You were now completely naked on top of Eris, who remained fully clothed. Under any other circumstances, you’d have insisted he at least partially undress first. But you knew his patience was wearing thin, and as much as you secretly wouldn’t mind being spanked, the thought of not coming for a week was something you couldn’t do.

You crawled your way up his body, seating a knee on either side of his head. You lifted your hips, core inches from his face. The male was practically salivating beneath you as you gingerly lowered your cunt to skim his lips.

“I thought I told you to sit.” Eris said.

You gawked. “But I don’t want to suffocate–”

Your sentence was interrupted by a frustrated growl from your professor. He gripped your hips firmly and pulled you down hard, seating you fully on his mouth. You cried out as his tongue expertly stroked your folds, flicking your clit as he ate you out with precision that made you weak. Instinctively, one hand came down to grip Eris’s red locks, causing him to moan into your cunt. His hair was soft in your fingers, and you relished in the feeling of it.

You felt Eris’s hands guide your hips back and forth, encouraging you to rock them against his face. Moans left your lips as you obliged, grinding into his face like you had on his thigh. Evidently, this pleased Eris and he groaned, which sent delicious vibrations through your core.

You let your head fall back, shamelessly riding Eris’s mouth as you pulled on his hair. If your grip caused him any pain, he gave no indication of it. Whenever you tried to lift your hips to let him breathe, his grip only tightened and firmly held you in place. It wasn’t long before you climaxed again, letting out a choked cry as your juices covered his face. After catching your breath, letting Eris wipe his face with his fingers before sicking the digits clean, you climbed off of him, collapsing into a sitting position on the couch as Eris sat up next to you. His skilled fingers began undoing the buttons on his shirt, and you hungrily drank in the sight of his bare chest as he pulled the expensive material off.

“You did so well, my dear.” Eris purred. “I think you can cum one more time for me. Ride my cock this time, love, make a pretty mess all over it just like you did with my face. And my fingers… and thigh.”

Your mouth went slack. After two orgasms, you weren’t sure if you could handle a third. But the desire to please him outweighed any reservations you had about your sensitive body, so you reached down and unlaced his breeches, making eye contact as you did so. Eris smirked, letting his head fall back onto the couch cushion as you pulled out his long cock and stroked it once. The tip was red and needy, leaking with precum and making your mouth water. You swung your leg over his hips, straddling them. One of your hands reached towards Eris’s cock, grabbing it and lining it up with your entrance. You took a breath, and began to sink down.

You stopped after getting just the tip in, trying to catch your breath. The stretch stung, and you weren’t sure how you were going to fit the rest of it in, especially being so oversensitive still. Eris simply watched with his hands behind his head casually, a smug look on his face. He did not help you, seemingly content to watch you struggle to take his length.

You forced your body to relax, sliding to about halfway down before stopping, moaning dizzily. All of your senses were completely overwhelmed, and you felt so full with only half his cock inside you. 

“Aw, are you finding it difficult to take me, love?” Eris mocked. “Maybe you can’t handle it–”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence, for his teasing tone filled you with sheer determination and you slammed yourself down onto him. Eris was cut off in a strangled moan, eyes widening as you impaled your cunt on his cock. The force of it knocked the wind out of you, but you didn’t let it stop you. You swirled your hips, pulling yourself up his length before falling down on him again, bracing your hands on his shoulders for support. Gods, he was so deep inside of you, touching places that made your head spin.

“Fucking hell.” Eris groaned, his voice rough as you slid up and down on his cock at a relentless pace. You twisted and swivelled your hips as you did so, your cunt squeezing his cock at new angles that made your professor gasp. You threw your head back, and Eris took the opportunity to lean forward and wrap his arms around your back, pulling your chest closer to him and taking your breast in his mouth. 

The new sensation made you cry out, but you refused to let your pace falter. Eris’s teeth scraped your nipple, sucking harshly before moving to your other breast. His hips began slamming up into you to meet your own, making the coil in your belly tighten.

“Eris…” You whined, tangling your hands in his hair again.

“That’s it, love, say my name,” Eris reached one hand down to roll your clit with his thumb, while the other gripped your throat and squeezed. “Let everyone know who’s fucking you dumb right now. Let them hear you scream for me as your tight little cunt takes my cock.”

You rode him with a vigour you didn’t know you possessed, shamelessly moaning his name over and over again. “Eris… Eris…. Eris!” It was overwhelming, your professor’s cock slamming in and out of you, his hand rolling your clit while the other held you by the throat. You kept your grip on his hair, yanking as you climaxed one last time, the action of your fingers pulling his red locks making Eris cry out too. His hips stuttered as his cum shot through you, your cunt clenching around him as you rode out your own orgasm. It was the most intense out of all the ones you had so far, the warmth of Eris spilling inside you making you dizzy with pleasure. 

You leaned forward, dragging your lips up Eris’s throat as he moaned with you clenching around him. He cursed, the slip in his control filling you with pride. His skin tasted like rich autumn spices. You pulled his cock out from inside you and collapsed into his chest, panting. You didn’t realise how exhausted your body was until now. Every cell in you was completely spent, leaving you unable to move. You fought the sleepiness, but the warmth from Eris’s chest was too comforting and darkness overcame you.

************************

A few hours later, you opened your eyes. For a moment, you expected to be in your own bed, the whole thing having been a dream. But you took in your surroundings, realising you were still in Eris’s office. The professor was sitting at his desk, quietly grading. You scrambled upright, the blanket that had been draped across you falling onto your lap.

“I’m so sorry.” You stammered. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Eris looked up at you, smirking. “You have nothing to apologise for. I take pride in your passing out, actually. Means I did my job well, not that there was any doubt based on the noises you made.”

You blushed furiously, but then looked down at your body. You expected to be sweaty and gross from the sex, utterly naked and exposed. But you felt clean, as if you had been wiped down with a wet cloth and then dried. Your old clothes were neatly folded on the ground next to you, and you were dressed in a pair of soft, forest green sweatpants and a white crew neck sweater. They definitely were not Eris’s size. “You keep women’s clothes in your office?” You asked, confused.

“I keep a spare set of attire for all the female students I fuck in here.” Eris’s voice was dry, and you whipped around to stare at him with wide eyes. “That was a joke, my dear. I had them picked out last week. You know, in case Ianthe decided she wanted to spill more coffee on you in the future.”

You snorted, heart fluttering at the surprising thoughtfulness of his actions. While you had hoped he wouldn’t just toss your clothes at you and send you on your way without a word, given the professor’s rigidness it hadn’t been entirely out of the question. “You’re not funny.”

“On the contrary, I am terribly funny.”

“You got these clothes last week, was it really because of Ianthe or was your plan to fuck me all along? Is that why you offered to help me in the first place?”

Eris rolled his amber eyes, giving you a stern look. “No. My offer to help you was, and is, genuine, and with your best academic interests in mind. I may be a prick, but I am not cruel. Fucking you was a delightful bonus, not an expectation.”

His words reassured you. Despite his strict reputation, it seemed Dr. Vanserra had a heart after all. You checked the clock, realising it was almost 9:30pm. “Shit, I have to get home now. My roommate is going to think I fell off the face of the earth.”

You hastily grabbed your things, giving Eris a quick kiss on the mouth before hurrying to the doorway. You had no idea what this meant for the two of you, if it was a one time thing to satisfy both your needs, or something more. Regardless, you didn’t want to think too much about it, content to bask in the aftermath of the best sex you’ve ever had.

“Same time tomorrow.” Eris piped up right before you opened your door. “Don’t be late.”

“Yes sir.” You smirked at the twitch of his face at your words.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

A sadistic grin crossed Eris’s face. “When you get home, I’m positive you will be reminiscing about the mind blowing orgasms you just had. But you are not to touch yourself until I see you tomorrow night, am I clear? There will be… repercussions, if you disobey me.”

You baulked, embarrassed that he had seen right through you, but nodded anyway. As the door closed behind you, you wondered if you were going to last the next 20 hours without breaking his rule.

#amara's professor series #eris vanserra #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra smut #eris acotar #autumn court #acotar #acotar smut #acotar au

[freedom-barricades-bighero16]

Finally it's here! (repost as I've adjusted the clips a bit)

I present my first AMV, a.k.a. one that I've wanted to do for ages: a CoM arc AMV using Kaibutsu as the song of choice! Hope you enjoy (I have up on animating the whole thing myself bc I didn't have the time and energy), and I might make one version with English lyrics (this is in Japanese bc the song is in Japanese, plus I'm learning it)

Fun fact: I've put a sentence in the second half of the video (at 2:21), that's what Di's line of "Hang on a little longer... We're close" in the Japanese dub.

#big hero 6 the series #big hero 6 #hiro hamada #bh6 the series #gogo tomago #baymax #honey lemon #wasabi no ginger #fred frederickson iv #karmi #momakase #di amara #liv amara #barb bh6 #juniper bh6 #orso knox #globby #professor granville #my videos #yoasobi tag

[thehighladywrites]

— “it’ll be our little secret, professor”

☀︎ - pairing: eris vanserra x reader

☀︎ - summary: you hook up with this delicious older man for one fun night to forget your scummy ex, what do you do when the same man turns out to be your new professor?

☀︎ - warnings: smut, oral (m.receiving), hint of degradation, taboo relationships, student x professor, both are obviously old enough, i just want him so bad GOD

☀︎ - amara’s note: this is going to be a series where i’ll post text threads with prof eris, headcanons, just different things. I’m planning this series to be about 10 chapters, but I literally have no structure, I just write. also i hope you like this as much as I do. and if you see any mistakes, no you don’t

In the corner of the club, everything felt a bit fuzzy. The air was thick with a mix of excitement and different scents. Dim lights created a soft atmosphere, and the distant sounds of the crowd and music blended together. It was like time slowed down, and you were in your own world, just soaking in the low-key vibe of the club corner.

The earlier shots hit you, and now you're in a blissful, relaxed state. All you could focus on were the hands exploring your body, lips locking with yours, and captivating scent surrounding you.

In the heat of the night, you ended up kissing a stranger without a second thought. The risk of being alone with someone unfamiliar did register – you just didn't care. Discovering your boyfriend's cheating after a difficult three-year relationship, marked by numerous breakups and makeups, left you feeling free from a toxic situation.

Now, free from those shackles, you embraced the chance to breathe and have some carefree fun. You had gone out with your friends, planning to originally get black out drunk but you suppose there’s better ways to cope.

Coming up with the idea of harmless fun, you and Elain came up with new identities for everyone to play out. Providing a random name, you spun a fat lie of being an up-and-coming writer, in the middle of writing your latest novel. Falsely claiming to be older, you described a beautiful house situated on the outskirts of Prythian that you owned. It was all part of a lighthearted game, with no harm intended since you believed you'd never cross paths with the guy again. It was ridiculously easy to bag the man since he didn’t tell you anything about himself, only nodding when you talked about yourself.

The attractive stranger had dark copper hair, captivating amber eyes, and stood several inches taller than you. His eyes glistened in mirth mixed with hunger. His muscular build caught your attention, and you found yourself grabbing onto his strong arms.

If his looks didn't captivate you, his mouth certainly did. His wicked tongue unleashed clever comebacks and tantalizing dirty talk that sent shivers down your spine.

The best part? He was older, more mature, more confident and much more good-looking – just so much more than your ex. Comparisons might be wrong, but if you had to choose, the man in front of you was a no-brainer.

Because he wasn't some guy; he was a man who acted like a man, who spoke like a man and touched you like a real fucking man.

The man had been touching and kissing you for what felt like an eternity. You greedily wanted more from him. You didn't want to regret not taking the chance, and almost as if he could sense it, he invited you back to his place.

You nodded, excusing yourself to let your friends know about leaving. Approaching them, you shared your decision to go with him, and Gwyn, Nesta, Em and Elain cheered you on. However, Feyre, always the protective friend, expressed her concern.

“Go get some, but I swear I’ll hunt him down if anything happens, got it? And have your location on.”

Her words, while somewhat playful, held a genuine undertone of worry.

You nodded and promised her you’d be safe before hurriedly made your way outside to the handsome man.

“Still want to come with me, sweet thing?” he asked curiously, making sure it was still something you wanted.

“Mm, yeah, still wanna go. Unless you've changed your mind?” Stepping forward, you grabbed the man's tie, pulling it gently as you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. A playful glint clouded your gaze as you cocked your head to the side, oozing confidence.

He smirked down at you with a wicked glint, clearly showing his mind was nowhere near changed. The man stepped forward, rubbing his clothed cock against your dress, making you feel his hard on through his pants

“Does it feel like I’ve changed my mind?”

The chemistry you had was unmatched, he was so clever and witty and you wanted to know more about him as he led you to his car, a sleek, black one, indicating money.

You’d blame your forwardness on the alcohol tomorrow when you remembered how you just blurted out the question.

“Hey, you rich or something?” you giggled.

The man opened up the backseat door for you and through the side of his eye gave you an amused smirk.

“Or something.” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, grinning, as you hopped into the backseat, enjoying the warmth of his hands securing your seatbelt and closing the door.

But hold on, the backseat?

Weren't you supposed to sit upfront with him? Before you could ask, he opened the other backseat door and slid in beside you.

Maintaining eye contact, he grinned at your confusion and said, “Alden, please take us home.” A faint "yes sir" was heard, and the car started moving. Shocked, you realized he had a driver – clearly, he was quite wealthy.

You scanned the spacious car, realizing there was more than enough room for the fun activities on your mind. With a screen separating you from the driver, you unbuckled your seatbelt and moved closer, straddling his lap.

His hands instinctively found your hips, guiding your movements over him. Lips on your neck, he left dark marks as your hands ventured lower, reaching his cock, which elicited a groan from him. Your eyes widened as you felt the size of him. The man simply flashed you a subtle smile and raised his eyebrows.

You unbuckled his belt, maintaining eye contact as you carefully watched his face show pleasure as you put your hand down his pants and stroked him. You gave him a few lazy strokes, eventually shuffling off his lap and kneeling infront of him, ready to put your mouth to use.

Time became irrelevant and all that was heard were the sinful, obscene noises mixed with his hisses of pleasure as you sloppily bobbed your head up and down, swirling your tounge around the head, running your finger over the slit.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it. Could use this slutty little mouth forever.” he rasped, hips bucking as his hands went to your hair, slightly pulling on it as you let out a muffled whimper.

Pre cum and spit dripped down your chin, slowly making it’s way to your chest and floor as you pushed your head down further and further, feeling satisfied at his sounds of pleasure.

Once, twice, you grip on the shaft and slap the tip on your tongue before sucking on the sensitive head.

With a quick twitch of his cock, he cums, experiencing euphoria in his buzzed state. He gasps and moans pitifully as his lips twitch between his teeth and his hips buck into your mouth against his better judgement. You pump your hand at the base of his cock where you are unable to fit, swallowing as much of the hot, sticky ropes that coat your mouth as you can. As he pours into you, the walls of your pussy clench around nothing, so badly wishing your were sitting on the cock that was currently on your tongue.

His cum was everywhere - your hair, your face, your tits. He slumped against the seat and moved his eyes down back to you, catching you licking of the sticky residue of your fingers.

Before either of you have a chance to say something, the car slows down to a halt signaling that you’re probably at his place. He tucks himself into his pants and doesn’t buckle them before he opens the door and grabs you, throwing you over his shoulder as you laugh. Your mind forgets about the fact that you’re covered in his cum and just blanks when you take a look at his so called house, a mansion or a fucking estate is more like it.

The lengthy driveway opened up to a stunning front yard adorned with red and orange-leaved trees, an unusual scene for the end of summer. A well-lit, ornate fountain with three tiers stood proudly infront of the house, enhancing the beauty of the surroundings. The massive Victorian mansion, with its beautiful windows and overgrown vines stunned you.

He set you down and held your hand as he led you into his room, and it overmet your expectations. Instead of a dark, edgy space, it was spacious with earthy tones and bathed in soft ambient lighting. The room exuded comfort, making you wish to stay longer. His bed, adorned with a large fluffy comforter and a million pillows, looked inviting.

Various trinkets and figurines adorned the room, but what captured your attention was a massive bookcase showcasing your favorite books. Intrigued, you dropped his hand and made your way over. Your eyes widened at seeing a book from your wishlist, yet to be released. Confused, you asked how he had it, and he explained that Sellyn Drake was an old family friend and had gifted it to him.

You decided to tease him about the book, saying, “You know, I've heard great many things about this book. How about you tell me what it's about? I heard it had some... exciting scenes.”

His eyes met yours, and with a subtle smile, he stepped closer and closer, “How about I show you instead?” The air seemed to thicken with a hint of tension, leaving you curious and captivated by the possibilities that lingered in his suggestion.

——

Your legs trembled as you hastily stood up, determined to make your exit. Having been fucked stupid all night, dawn was approaching, and the new semester was starting tomorrow, leaving you with a load of preparations. You located your dress, bag, and heels, putting the clothes on carefully. Quietly, you ordered a cab to avoid startling the man still asleep. Before leaving, your eyes lingered on his bookshelf. Tiptoeing closer, you took the book you'd eyed the night before and read the teaser on the back. Glancing between him and the book, grabbed it, and silently left his room and house.

——

Feyre, Elain, Nesta, Gwyn and Em, your friends and roomates, practically pulled you across campus to grab your schedule and check out the new students filling the cafeteria. The buzz of excited chatter and the aroma of coffee and sweet pastries filled the air as you scanned the room. After a few moments, you parted ways, each heading to your respective classrooms, the anticipation of a new semester buzzing in the atmosphere.

You wandered through the literature building, searching for classroom LE4, the place where Advanced Literature with Professor Beron awaited. Memories of your first year with him being an absolute ass lingered, so you hoped he'd calmed down over the summer, giving everyone a fucking break.

You finally entered the huge lecture hall and climbed the stairs, opting for a seat at the back, hoping to fly under the radar in case Professor Beron was in a bad mood.

A few rows down, you spotted your ex, Ilias, with a new girl on his lap. His sleazy smile and wandering hands were more icky than anything ever. Reflecting on why you ever went back to him so many times, you turned around, focused on bringing out your notebook and computer from your bag. As the doors opened, the click-clack of quality shoes echoed through the hall, accompanied by girly giggles and voices creating a murmur in the background.

A jolt of surprise froze you, and your heart seemed to pause for a moment as his voice unexpectedly filled the room. All your previous movement ceased, and a sudden hush fell over the surroundings, creating an atmosphere charged with unexpected tension. The shock of hearing someone you hoped thought to see again made time momentarily stand still.

“Hello. I'm Professor Eris, and I'll be taking over this class. My father used to teach it but has passed away, so I'll be filling his shoes. I anticipate a productive year together. If you doubt your ability to keep up with the rapid pace of this advanced class, I suggest you leave now and spare yourself, as well as me, the trouble.”

Panicking, your eyes scanned the room for any possible escape route. There was just no fucking way you could be in this class when your professor had fucked you against his bookshelf, or when you had his dick shoved down your throat. Sinking in your seat, you desperately opened your computer, using it as a shield, praying he wouldn't notice you. The need to escape intensified, but the fear of drawing attention kept you frozen in your seat.

As dread crept in, he pulled out an attendance list. The sinking feeling deepened as he insisted everyone state why they chose the course. Hiding behind your computer, you debated revealing your presence or attempting to stay under the radar.

"Ilias Smith?"

"Emma Wilson?"

"Jess Lennox?"

"Amanda Gomez?"

Each one confidently declared "here" and delved into passionate remarks about Hemingway, Austen, Kerouac, all the authors that made them choose this course or whatever. Your hands started sweating as Professor Eris called your name. When you hesitated, he repeated it louder, his gaze scanning until it locked onto you.

Anticipating an intense reaction, all you saw was a slight narrowing of his eyes.

“Well? Are you here, Y/N L/N?”

You mumbled a faint "yeah," and when he asked why you were there, your words fumbled, “Uh, I suppose because I like books. A huge fan. Yes.”

Your classmates chuckled at your less-than-impressive answers, and you sunk back into your chair, just observing for the rest of the lecture. A few rows ahead, a group of girls giggled, thinking they were discreet as they whispered about Professor Eris. Their discussions about their fantasies sparked a tiny irritation within you.

Like who the hell gossips about someone, so crudely in broad daylight and during a lecture, especially when it's about a professor? It wasn't jealousy, no, no definitely not.

You just found it… super unsettling.

——

After two suffocating hours, you hastily packed your bag, eager to escape. But just as you were about to disappear, your name echoed in the room.

“Miss L/N, do you mind staying behind? There seems to be a problem with your email,” Professor Eris announced, leaning against his desk with his massive arms crossed. He bid the remaining students goodbye and waited until they all left before locking the doors.

The moment those doors clicked shut, the atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically. The tension became so thick you could practically cut it with a knife.

He turned back around and approached you, merely a few inches away, face a mix of amusement and curiosity.

“Hello there, little liar. I certainly didn’t expect to see you here.”

Your cheeks heated and nervousness filled you at the memory of the depraved moments you'd shared, causing your gaze to involuntarily drop to his chest and wander downward, reliving those sensations.

However any nervousness vanished as you remembered that he was the one who came to your university. If anyone should’ve been surprised it should’ve been you. A mischievous smile played on your lips as you toyed with the idea of making his year more challenging. Testing how good of a man he really was became a tempting game.

After all, a man like him wouldn't indulge a student, right?

This could turn into a fun little project to spice up an otherwise dull year.

Lifting your chin up, you looked him square in the eyes as your lips twitched in anticipation.

“I could say the same, Professor Eris. You definitely don’t seem like the lecturer type.”

His eyes narrowed at you, jaw clenching as his intense gaze bore into yours. The intensity made you shift a little, almost causing you to lose some of your confidence.

“Do you think you're funny? I believe you understand the situation here. You lied and now you're here of all places. As my student. Well, this is an unexpected twist. One of us will have to quit and report this,” he stated, injecting a hint of playfulness into his serious tone.

Wait, quit? No, you really didn't want him to leave. This could turn into such a nice little distraction, and there was no way you were losing it now. The thought of him leaving added a layer of urgency to the situation, making you quickly reassess the potential consequences.

“Come on, professor. It doesn't have to be like this. I won't tell anyone. And who says we have to stay away from each other? I mean, what the dean doesn't know won't hurt him, right?” you suggested, a sly smile playing on your lips as you flirted with the idea of bending the rules.

Eris looked you up and down before throwing his head back and letting out a hearty laugh. Your brows furrowed as you twisted your lips, wondering if he was laughing at you. Was he not taking you seriously? Despite the uncertainty, the desire to keep playing this game with him intensified.

Eris seemed to notice your mood turning sour and promptly clamped his lips shut.

“I promise, sweet thing, I'm not laughing at you. I’m just amazed at your boldness.” he assured you with a more serious tone, attempting to dispel any misunderstanding.

“Promise?”

He stepped forward, “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

You both knew that under no circumstances should you be doing this. If anyone caught you, there would be hell to pay. Expulsion and blacklisting from any other Ivy League universities for you, and definitely prison or some sort of pesky law thingy for him.

Yet the mere thought of engaging in something so wrong and secretive made your stomach flip, a mix of thrill and anxiety churning within you.

Looking up through your lashes, you blushed, a deep crimson hue spreading across your cheeks as you once again grabbed his tie and pulled him closer.

“I promise I won't tell anyone, professor. It'll be our little secret,”you whispered, the words laden with a taboo excitement that sent a shiver down your spine.

A wicked gleam flashed in Eris's eyes, and a subtle smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Well then, miss L/N,”he whispered, his voice low and conspiratorial. “Let's see just how well we can keep our little secret.”

#talkswithamara #acotar #acotar x reader #a court of thorns and roses #acotar imagine #eris #professor eris #i need eris so bad rn y’all i’m not joking #eris acosf #eris vanserra acotar #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris x reader #professor eris vanserra #student x professor #professor x reader #tabooromance #nesta archeron #feyre cursebreaker #feyre archeron #elain archeron #emerie #gwyneth berdara #feyre archeron x reader #nesta x reader #elain x reader #azriel x reader #rhys x reader #cassian x reader

[disneytva]

December 2023 Programming Highlights

Friday, Dec. 1 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Mickey Mouse Funhouse “Santa’s Crash Landing” (2-23) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EST) When Santa crash lands in Funhouse Forest, Mickey, Minnie and the gang help him deliver presents to Majestica, Halloweenville and Winter Mountain. *Brock Powell (“Mickey Saves Christmas”) guest stars as Santa. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel, Disney Junior and Disney XD Star Wars: Young Jedi Adventures “Life Day/Raxlo Strikes Back” (10:30-11:00 a.m. EST) “Life Day” – The Jedi help a Wookiee prepare for Life Day.

“Raxlo Strikes Back” – The younglings protect wellagrin eggs from Raxlo. TV-Y Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD The Ghost and Molly McGee “White Christmas/Perfect Day” (2-09) (8:00-8:30 p.m. EST) “White Christmas” – Scratch stresses about getting Molly the perfect gift, while Molly crafts a winter wonderland for the seniors.

“Perfect Day” – Determined to have the perfect day, Molly asks Scratch to cast a time-loop curse so she can fix every mistake when her day keeps going wrong. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Hailey’s On It “We Wish You a Merry Chaos-mas” (1-20) (8:30-9:00 p.m. EST) When Hailey loses a mini reindeer, causing Christmas to not exist in the future, she must throw the best Oceanside Christmas Festival Ever to save all future Christmases. TV-Y7

Saturday, Dec. 2 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Hamster & Gretel “Flake It Till You Make It/Game Changer” (1-29) (10:00-11:00 a.m. EST) “Flake It Till You Make It” – Hamster and Gretel encounter a flaky villain who has the power to turn to flakes.

“Game Changer” – Fred, Kevin, Hiromi and Anthony compete in a video game tournament. TV-Y7

Friday, Dec. 8 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Pupstruction “Sunniest Snow Day/When Pups Fly” (1-13) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EST) “Sunniest Snow Day” – Phinny and the crew work to give Bailey some snowy fun on a warm summer day.

“When Pups Fly” – Pupstruction builds a tower tall enough to see over the clouds by thinking outside the box. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior SuperKitties “Missing Hot Dog/Mysterious Magician” (1-24) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EST) “Missing Hot Dog” – When Amara brings a lost puppy to the Purr ‘N’ Play, Bitsy wonders if there will be enough attention for her.

“Mysterious Magician” – The SuperKitties must stop whoever stole Abraca Dan’s magic tricks. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel, Disney Junior and Disney XD Star Wars: Young Jedi Adventures “Stuck in the Muck/Junkyard Sleepover” (12:30-1:00 p.m. EST) “Stuck in the Muck” – The Jedi respond to a distress call.

“Junkyard Sleepover” – The younglings investigate odd noises in the junkyard. TV-Y

Saturday, Dec. 9 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior Alice’s Wonderland Bakery “A Hat-Bachi Hanukkah/A Snow-Drop Summer” (2-09) (7:15-7:45 a.m. EST) “A Hat-Bachi Hanukkah” – On Hanukkah, Hattie gets a hat-bachi grill, but he realizes he’s not a natural chef.

“A Snow-Drop Summer” – Alice and her friends get carried away making their own snow and must warm up Wonderland. TV-Y

Original Series – Season One Finale on Disney Channel Hamster & Gretel “Exclamation Strikes Back – Part I/Exclamation Strikes Back – Part II” (1-30) (10:00-11:00 a.m. EST) Professor Exclamation traps Hamster and Gretel and takes away their powers. TV-Y7

Friday, Dec. 15 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Firebuds “Annie Spokely/Ingrid on Ice” (2-11) (12:00-12:30 p.m. EST) “Annie Spokely” – The Firebuds get a rescue call from an old western town. *Leisha Hailey (“American Dad!”) guest stars as Annie Spokely, Punkie Johnson (“Saturday Night Live”) as Cousin Fanny, and Ariel Winter (“Modern Family”) as Calamity Train.

“Ingrid on Ice” – The Firebuds help a young ice cream truck sell frozen treats on a cold day. TV-Y

#The Ghost and Molly McGee #Ghost and Molly McGee #The Curse of Molly McGee #Curse of Molly McGee #Hamster & Gretel #Hamster And Gretel #Hailey's On It! #Hailey's On It #Haileys On It #Haileys On It! #Mickey Mouse Funhouse #Alice's Wonderland Bakery #Firebuds #SuperKitties #Pupstruction #Disney Channel #Disney Junior #Disney Jr

[spiralcass]

NEW X-MEN: THE ANIMATED SERIES - SEASON 3, EPISODE 3

We open on a beautiful day in Nova Roma, a hidden city in Brazil within the Amazon, built to resemble ancient Rome, with even the citizens dressing like Romans. People are happily going about their day, shopping at the market while children run around and play. 

At the massive, centurion-guarded Aquilla Estate, we’re introduced to Amara Aquilla AKA Magma, living like a Disney princess as she swans around her mansion playing with exotic animals, munching on fruit, politely greeting guards and servants, and lighting candles by shooting flames out of her fingertips. 

Kissing her father on the cheek good morning, Magma informs her father that she’s off to go play with some of the city’s children, as she promised. 

AMARA: “I sometimes fear they enjoy the company of Magma more than they do Amara, but I am hardly one to speak on being shallow.” 

Her father laughs. She shouldn’t say such things about herself. She’s hardly the same spoiled girl she was when she was younger. He had his doubts when he sent her to live with Professor Xavier, but the experience molded her into a fine, mature young woman. 

Amara is embarrassed by her father’s praise and quickly changes the subject. Namely to how, whoever they’re interested in playing with, those kids need her. There’s been some scary stuff going on in the world lately, and Nova Roma isn’t as disconnected from it as it once was. 

AMARA: “Iara seems especially troubled. She keeps crying every time her parents tell her they’re out of fish.” 

Her father is sure that whatever is going on, Magma will get her through it; she’ll help them all. 

Suddenly, a booming, unnatural thunder strike is heard. 

Amara transforms into her Magma form and rushes outside, telling her father to stay here while she looks into this. 

Outside, Magma is horrified as her city has been set aflame, and the one clearly responsible stands in front of her, flanked by a horde of demons, and looking positively fabulous. 

MAGMA, pissed and scared: “Selene.” 

SELENE, sickeningly sweetly and not looking a day over 30: “Hello… granddaughter.” 

Magma slams her hands on the ground and causes a volcanic eruption directly underneath Selene, but it fails to even phase her. Selene knocks her out with a single blast of energy. 

SELENE, looking around her: “Hmm. I don’t like what’s been done with the place at all. We’re going to need to make some changes.” 

Selene cackles. 

In Magik’s room at the institute, Illyana is still lying in bed in the dark, cuddling her stuffies and crying. She’s mumbling a song in Russian to herself. 

Kitty creaks the door open, Lockheed perched on her shoulder, and asks Magik if it’s okay to come in; the little guy wants to see her. Lockheed chirps. Magik just weakly groans. Kitty enters and shuts the door behind her. 

KITTY: “Thanks for not shooting a fireball at me. I know you’ve been doing that to…everyone else.” 

Lockheed flies into Illyana’s arms and she holds him tight. 

ILLYANA: “Fireballs. I used to be able to rain fire upon the entire world. Now I can shoot teeny, tiny little fireballs. I am pathetic.” 

Kitty tells her she doesn’t care how powerful she is. That’s not important. What is important is that she’s more Yana than Darkchylde now. That’s a good thing. 

YANA: “No. It isn’t.” 

Kitty sits down next to her on the bed and gently takes her hand. 

KITTY: “I wish you would tell me why you think that.” 

Yana grunts and squirms. 

Kitty is deeply saddened as she clenches her face and Yana’s hand, wishing there was anything she could do. 

There’s a knock on the door. It’s Magneto. 

MAGNETO: “Magik? Are you there? I’d like to speak with you in my office.” 

Illyana weekly giggles. 

YANA: “Sounds like old times, but not my old times.” 

Kitty tells him to go away, but Magneto only replies by telling them that something has happened to Magma. 

Magik’s eyes widen. 

In the new, non-sentient Danger Room, Mercury, Bling!, Dust, Tag, Quentin, and the Cuckoos are gathered. No one’s sure why they’ve all been called there. It’s training day for Emma and Dani’s squad members, but not the others and Julian and Noriko aren’t here. They wouldn’t have put them all on the same squad just because they’re friends, right?

Emma and Iceman enter, with Bobby still recovering from his last battle and looking like a snowman, and Emma telling them that, no, they wouldn’t, but they do want all of the most talented non-X-Men students on their “X-Men in Training” squad. Bobby explains that since Hellion and Surge are X-Men now, like Wolverine, it isn’t really appropriate for them to be on the squad anymore. But since the Cuckoos and Quentin are their most talented telepaths, something the training squad is currently lacking outside Tag’s limited abilities, they thought they’d be good fits to replace them. 

EMMA: “Congratulations, girls. This is where you’ve always belonged.” 

SOPHIE, pleased but playing it cool: “Training to be X-Men could be fun, we suppose.” 

QUENTIN, loud and smug: “Ha! About time. Maybe the X-Men aren’t as shallow as I thought.” 

BOBBY, ignoring him: “Uh huh. Anyway, this also lets Emma only need to worry about one squad, so she can spend more one-on-one time with Hellion. She’s reeeeally petty about her protege staying ahead of Kitty’s.” 

The kids all laugh at Emma. She really needs to stop bringing Robert places. 

ROXY: “Okay, so this is cool, but what am I doing here exactly? I wanna fight with my girl, but I’m not anything special.” 

BOBBY: “Neither was Beast. There’s more to an X-Man than their mutation.” 

Roxy perks up and Cessily holds her hand. 

Dust questions where Ms. Moonstar is. Shouldn’t she be here? Or is Iceman taking her place? Emma explains that, no, Danielle is still their squad’s co-leader, she’s just occupied at the moment. Mercury follows up by asking what Iceman IS doing here. 

EMMA: “Oh, he’s overseeing the detention you all have.” 

THE WHOLE SQUAD: “WHAT?!” 

Magneto walking ahead of them, Kitty helps Magik into his office. There, Sunspot, Dani, Karma, Cannonball, and Wolfsbane are already waiting. 

RAHNE, smiling through her concern for her friend: "Hello, Illyana. It's nice to see you out of your room."

As Magento takes his seat, the rest of the New Mutants awkwardly smile at Illyana. She hides her face in her hair, asking to just hear what happened to Amara. 

Magneto informs Kitty and the New Mutants that Nova Roma was invaded by its former ruler, their old enemy, the External Selene Gallio. 

Kitty can't believe the timing. They just finished with one External and now another is causing problems. 

ROBERTO: "She and Apocalypse were the last ones standing after the X-Men and X-Force sealed away the rest of the immortals. I'm sure being the oldest and last remaining has only done wonders for that ego of hers."

SAM: "Really? You're talking about ego?"

DANI: "90% of the adults in this building shouldn't get to talk about that." 

Illyana stomps her foot on the floor. She just wants to know about Amara. Kitty wraps her fingers around hers. 

Magneto explains that Magma was able to send a distress signal a few hours ago. They don't know what's happened since. 

RAHNE: "The X-Men are going to go save her, right?!" 

XUAN: "Rahne, honey, I don't think we'd be here if they were."

Magneto nods. While their advanced healing technology has them up and about, most of the team is still recovering from the fight with Apocalypse and the Horsemen; they're in no condition for another battle on that level. 

Selene has always been the New Mutants' enemy primarily, so, with Sunspot and Magik still able, he's elected to send his old students. 

Kitty tells him to hold on. She should go. Magik isn't active right now. Magneto counters that the Horsemen are still out there; they need Kitty here in the event they're attacked. And he hopes a mission might just be what Magik needs. 

DANI: "You know you could have thought of us more as your "old students" when you were returning to villany and releasing Exodus in the first place."

ERIK, tired: "I am not doing this right now, Danielle." He turns to Illyana with a gentle expression."The choice is yours, Illyana."

Illyana tugs at her hair. 

ILLYANA: "Yeah. I'll help, Teach." 

ROBERTO: "Perfect! Cannonball, Dani, I'm sure you won't mind taking the lead like old times?"

DANI/SAM: "If he/she can still keep up."

Rahne and Karma sigh. Why couldn't someone else have a turn? 

KITTY, to Yana: "Are you sure you'll be okay?" 

Yana tensely nods. 

YANA: "Yes. Even Darkchylde…wanted to protect her friends." 

Sam and Dani tell everyone to get prepped. They'll be leaving by stepping disc in 5 minutes. 

Everyone heads out, save for Erik and Roberto, Magneto wishing them luck. 

Once they're alone… 

MAGNETO: "You deferred responsibility to Samuel and Danielle. I specifically asked you to lead this mission over Kitty to evaluate your own leadership abilities."

SUNSPOT: "Yes you did."

MAGNETO: "You know as well I do that merely running a successful business does not qualify a true leader."

SUNSPOT: "Yes I do."

MAGNETO: "I assume you're plotting something?"

SUNSPOT: "Yes I am. Good day, Headmaster."

Roberto walks off with a cheeky smile. 

The new "X-Men in Training" Squad are all seated in a classroom. The girls don't seem bothered at all, taking pictures together and making tiktoks. Across the room, Brian and Quentin, meanwhile, are annoyed at how seemingly unfair this is; they were hoping to sneak into a new barcade. 

The Cuckoos giggle as they record the two, ready to post them with a caption reading "SAD", but Cessily, laughing, pushes their phone down and tells them to stop. 

CESSILY: "Brian, dude, come over here." 

QUENTIN, reading her mind: "They wish to make content at my expense."

The girls laugh. Brian questions what's wrong with them. Why do they have to be so mean to Quentin? 

SOPHIE: "Don't let him play victim."

PHOEBE: "We've ALL seen what he's posted about women."

ROXY: "Especially "cool girls"."

QUENTIN: "I have never posted anything the least bit offensive about ANY of you. At least nothing that isn't true."

Brian facepalms. 

BRIAN: "I'm working on that."

QUENTIN: "Don't condescend to me!" 

Iceman finally enters, apologizing to the kids for needing a minute, and requesting all of their phones. 

Once they've been confiscated, the Cuckoos ask what they're doing here. 

ICEMAN: "You're joking, right? You girls brought unknown drugs onto school property, forced Cessily and Roxy to take them, and none of you reported this. We had to find out from Quentin."

PHOEBE: "Rat!"

QUENTIN: "And why am I here then?" 

ICEMAN: "Because the Cuckoos ratted YOU out for giving them all nightmares after they pranked you."

BRIAN: "Dude!"

QUENTIN: "It was payback!"

ESME: "You made Mindee cry!" 

MINDEE, embarrassed: "Why would you TELL people that?!"

BRIAN: "I thought your name was Celeste."

CELESTE: "I'm Celeste! That WAS Irma! Now she's Mindee!"

SOPHIE: "Even though I told her to stick to "I" names!"

ICEMAN, already exasperated: "ENOUGH! Oh my god, enough." 

Bobby thinks that maybe, just maybe, this is partially their fault. The X-Men haven't exactly been the best role models to them. So, to try and give better examples, he wants to tell them all stories about the OLD X-Men, and the lessons they learned. Maybe they'll learn something. 

The kids all look annoyed by this. 

BRIAN: "I still don't know why I'm here." 

ICEMAN: "Honestly Tag, I just thought you'd like to be included."

BRIAN, completely serious and pointing at him: "You thought correctly."

He does wish the others were here to suffer with them though. Iceman says he's sure they wish they were here too. 

ICEMAN: "I was just talking to Emma and Kitty and they seemed…intense."

Checking in with Kitty and Emma, we see them stifly pacing down on the hall next to each other. Both are smirking at the other. Emma questions if Kitty is still up for this, or if she's too worried about Magik. 

KITTY: "Magik is a big girl. I think. The New Mutants will take care of her and save Magma no problem. You're not getting cold feet and looking for an excuse to get out of this, are you?" 

EMMA: "You're confusing me for a small, squishable creature that gets nervous. Like yourself."

The two continue to faux-smile at each other as they pick up the pace. 

In the Mission Room, Hellion and Surge are stretching. Julian has his back to her as he rants about how nasty those Japanese snacks she ordered were. He knows she wanted a taste of home, but BLEH. 

Noriko isn't really paying attention, instead finding herself focusing on his stretched-out biceps, which have gotten noticeably larger and more muscular since last season. She smacks herself when she realizes she's doing this. 

Kitty and Emma enter. They hope the kids are ready for their "Advanced Studies". 

The New Mutants emerge from a stepping disc in the Amazon. Dani notes that this doesn’t look like Nova Roma, which makes Magik growl. 

MAGIK: “I missed.” 

Magik screams. She didn’t just miss. She’s tired from that! How can she be this weak? Sam assures her no one’s mad. Her getting better is their priority. As for finding their destination…

SAM: “Wolfsbane?” 

Rahne transforms into her wolf form and sniffs the air. 

RAHNE: “Got em. It’s close.” 

KARMA, as everyone walks behind Rahne: “See? Rahne’s got this and we were close anyway. You did great.” 

Yana huphs and sneers. 

Roberto smirks for just a second. 

ROBERTO, walking up next to Xuan and Yana: “Karma is right, Magik. And I have no doubt you’ll still be key to defeating Selene like you always–” 

DANI, cutting him off: “You’re doing the voice.” 

BETO, off guard: “I’m sorry?” 

KARMA: “The inflection you put on when you’re not being straightforward. Do you think we don’t recognize it?” 

ROBERTO: “I…um…” 

Magik gargles in disgust at him as Xuan leads her further ahead. Sam puts his arm around Beto’s shoulders. 

SAM: “You wanna tell me what that was about?” 

ROBERTO: “I honestly don’t have the faintest idea what you’re–” 

He’s cut off again as Sam squeezes him tight and puts his lips to his ear. Roberto lightly shrieks. 

SAM: “We’ve got one of ours in danger, another is having a crisis, and we’re completely outgunned here. I can’t be having your games right now. Talk.”

ROBERTO: “I–!” 

SAM: “Or I’ll hand you over to Dani.” 

Roberto sighs in defeat. “Fine.” 

Back at the school, Iceman thanks the Cuckoos for linking everyone up psychically. He imagines his stories will be more engaging if they all can see what’s happening. 

Bobby elects to start from the beginning. Or, at least, the real beginning. His story begins when he was 14. He’d been living at the mansion for a few months and–

He’s already cut off as Brian questions why he looks like the snowman he currently appears as in the flashback. Bobby laughs and admits that’s just how his mutation used to look; the hot ice bod came later. 

Anyway, he’d been living with Professor X, Cyclops, Archangel, and Beast for months and–

Iceman is cut off again, looking less amused this time. 

ROXY: “Woah! That’s Dr. McCoy?!” 

SOPHIE: “And that was Archangel at our age?” 

CELESTE: “Why is it always the pretty ones who perish?” 

Bobby grins through his seething, already wondering if this may have been a mistake. But yes! The bigfoot-looking guy was Hank before he tried making himself look “normal”, and only made himself fuzzy in the process. 

ICEMAN: “And yeah…Warren was damn pretty.” 

ANYWAY!

They’d been living together as one big sausage fest, just studying and training together, when Jean came to live with them. The other guys started hitting on her…

CESSILY: “Did you mean to include Professor X in that visual?” 

BOBBY: “No comment.” 

BRIAN: “And you weren’t hitting on her?”

BOBBY: “I will talk to YOU later.” 

But yeah, point is, Jean arrived, and they hardly had a chance to get to know her before they received an alert: Magneto was attacking the US Pentagon. Now, they’d heard stories about him before, but they’d never met him. And importantly, they’d never been in the field. But their newest headmaster was gunning for world domination at the time and needed to be stopped, so the professor sent the five of them out to do just that. 

Quentin remarks that that couldn’t have been much of a fight with Ms. Grey there, recalling his time with her as his squad leader. She defeated him in seconds, no? 

Bobby laughs as the fight is shown, where Magneto beats the crap out of the 05 without breaking a sweat. Yes, the Jean they knew was the most powerful Mutant on the planet. Back then? She had slightly better telekinesis than Emma does, and that was it. 

SOPHIE: “You’re joking.” 

The kids also question why Warren isn’t transforming into Archangel and why Iceman isn’t doing anything besides throwing snowballs. Once again, that all came later. 

Cessily raises the obvious question: how did they win this? 

From underneath some rubble, Cyclops blasts Magneto while his shields are down and he’s laughing maniacally, prompting him to run away. 

BOBBY: “Yeeeeah, don’t tell Mr. Summers I said this, but I’m pretty sure he let us have that win, and it wasn’t the only time. Say what you want about two of your headmasters: even at their worst, neither liked hurting kids.” 

SOPHIE: “What about Firestar?” 

BOBBY: “Emma told you about that?! Okay, talking to HER later too.” 

Esme cackles under her breath. 

The point of the story is the X-Men weren’t always who they are now. They were just a bunch of dumb kids way out of their league. But they persevered and made it work. And they were only able to do that because they were friends and a team. They always worked together and stuck together. 

BEAT

QUENTIN: “I think the moral is you all used to suck.” 

The kids all struggle not to laugh a little. Bobby only gets more frustrated. “At least they’re laughing together.” 

Back in the Amazon, Woldsbane leads the team through a dark cave. Dani remembers this place; they should almost be there. 

Suddenly, Rahne shivers. 

KARMA: “Wolfsbane, what’s wrong?” 

RAHNE: “So, so many pounds of burning flesh.” 

Spurred on by her assessment of the scents present, the six rush to the end of the cave. From there, they have a clear view of Nova Roma - the sky dark, the city half on fire, and the largest structure a statue of Selene. 

The New Mutants grimace and glare at the sight in front of them. Magik clenches her fists. 

Dani loudly claps her hands, telling everyone to listen up. There’s no time for dooming or questioning if Amara is still alive. They have to believe she is and focus on how they save her and win this. 

Sam reminds everyone that they cannot, under any circumstances, fight Selene directly. Last Wanda told him, she’s been having some trouble hunting her down as she’s been traversing the mystical realms. They may have found other ways when they were kids, but with how powerful she’s gotten, magic is the only way to stop her. 

SAM: “Pun not intended, but unavoidable.” 

MAGIK, hanging her head: “Her magic has to be stronger than mine. Still strong, fast, immortal. Can still eat life force.” She shakes her head. “No. I can’t do anything.” 

KARMA: “That’s not true. You came here because you knew you could–” 

MAGIK: “I said I can’t!” 

As Magik roars, her voice becomes demonically pitched, and her scream sends the other 5 New Mutants flying out of the cave. Cannonball goes blasting and catches the others before carrying them down into the forest right outside Nova Roma’s walls. 

SAM, panting: “Even when she’s on our side, she’s still trying to kill us.” 

The girls are all worried about her, but Cannonball tells them to go ahead; he and Sunspot will stay back and keep Magik safe while trying to talk her into taking action. 

DANI, smirking: “Oh, so you’re deferring total leadership of the mission to me?” 

SAM, smirking back: “No, I’m giving you temporary total authority since we can protect Magik better.” 

DANI, annoyed: “Hmmm.” 

Dani takes command and tells Karma and Wolfsbane to follow her. Let’s see if they can’t handle this on their own. 

KARMA: “I mean, we probably can’t, but hey, just our lives on the line.” 

Once they’re gone…

SAM: “Okay…this little plan a’yours oughta work.” 

ROBERTO, shrugging: “60/40 odds, I’d wager.” BEAT. “50/50.” 

Sam smacks his face. 

In the Danger Room, Emma and Kitty go over what’s going on for Hellion and Surge. They can’t stop sniping at each other though. 

EMMA: “Kitty has done a fine job whipping you into shape while I’ve been busy…” 

KITTY: “A lot of hard work with how much of your lessons I had to unteach.” 

EMMA: “Perhaps if you hadn’t, we wouldn’t need to be here.” 

Surge and Hellion roll their eyes at these two. 

KITTY AND EMMA: “Do NOT roll your eyes at me!” 

In any event, while they’re more than comfortable keeping them on the X-Men in spite of their and Wolverine’s failure to defeat War, they clearly need more experience. Surge tries countering that they’ve been taking down supervillains for months by themselves, but Kitty reminds her they were having one, easy battle every couple weeks or so. When Laura’s out there with Logan? She’s fighting real threats every day, and learning something new every minute. 

They called these their “Advanced Lessons” but what these two really need are apprenticeships like hers. 

HELLION, disgusted: “Apprenticeships? You meanbeing sidekicks?" 

EMMA: Hellion, have you ever known me to sully my hands with the kinds of degenerates Kitty’s been having you combat? No, we do not mean sidekicks.” 

Kitty tells them that, starting today, they’re each shadowing one of them, learning their unique skills, and, most importantly, learning to be leaders. ANY X-Man should be capable of taking charge at a moment’s notice. 

And as an added incentive for the kids for their first day, the professors have made a “friendly wager”. They know Doop the Janitor, right? Well, he’s gotten a little sick. Whichever student performs worse, that pair will have to fill in for him tonight. 

JULIAN: “Me vs Ashida again? No problem. I’ll make the bag lady a garbage bag lady.” 

NORIKO: “As if, Brotherhood Boy.” Nori japs his chest with her finger. “I am gonna make the sloppiest mess for you to clean.” 

JULIAN, stammered by Noriko touching him and her choice of phrasing: “Uh…sure.” 

NORIKO: “Oh come on! It’s no fun if you don’t bitch back.” 

JULIAN: “Sorry?” 

NORIKO: “Sorry? The Hell is wrong with you?” 

The wheels in Kitty and Emma’s brains visibly turn as they piece together what’s been going on with these two. 

Back in the classroom, Iceman begins his next story. He knows these kids love hanging out at The Grindstone, but the original X-Men had their own coffee shop of choice: Coffee A Go-Go. Sometime he and Beast would bring dates their, but usually, it was a team thing. And it wasn’t JUSt a coffee shop. It was–

Once again, Bobby is quickly cut off, this time by Phoebe. There are seven X-Men in the mindscreen, and she recognizes Polaris as the girl in the green, but who’s the dweeb holding her hand that’s clearly out of his league? 

Iceman cackles. Okay, this one he’s happy to answer. That’s Cyclops’ brother - Havok. 

BRIAN: “Cyclops has a brother?” 

ROXY: “Is he from the future like his daughter?” 

QUENTIN: “I thought his son was from the future.” 

MINDEE: “Was he really dating the Genoshan princess? With THAT hair?” 

BOBBY: “Yes, no, yes, and, tragically, yes.” 

CESSILY: “You’re not a fan?” 

BOBBY: “Ahhhhh. No. No, he sucks.” 

BRIAN: “That bad? I thought all the Summers were badasses.” 

BOBBY: “Oh, he can fight. But last time I saw him, he was swearing loyalty to a demon queen and trying to kill us.” 

ROXY: “This being a DIFFERENT demon queen from Magik?” 

BOBBY: “No, this one was Cyclops’ ex-wife.” 

BEAT. 

SOORAYA, throwing her hands up: “OF COURSE!” 

Back to the story, Coffee A Go-Go was the primary venue of another very annoying man named Bernard the Poet. He was a beatnik who’d do crap like reading shopping lists dramatically as a performance. His girlfriend couldn’t get enough of it. And he stole some of his cake on his 18th birthday! 

The kids question why this guy matters, with Bobby revealing Bernard was actually a Mutant. One with the power to alter the perception of others with his mind. A whole war ended up centering around–

Bobby’s cut off for a different reason than usual as the Cuckoos don’t want to watch a loser Mutant here, “Seeing Quentin everyday is bad enough”. Roxy gets an idea, thinking maybe instead of being a beatnik poet, he could be a slam poet. The Cuckoos think that’s a great idea and change the vision so that Bernard looks modern and cool (and handsome). 

BOBBY: “What are you doing?” 

CESSILY: “Oh! I know! Polaris should be into him, not Havok, but unsure if she can trust him because she doesn’t know he’s a Mutant!” 

SOPHIE: “YES!” 

The vision changes again. 

BOBBY: “Guys, please stop.” 

The girls continue to laugh as they all think up changes, until “Cool Bernard” is fighting off an army by himself, dramatically bending Polaris over for a kiss as Havok dies. The girls all laugh, while Bobby shivers, parts of him falling off. 

BRIAN: “Hey! Guys, cut it out! Can’t you see you’re upsetting him?” 

QUENTIN: “As if they care. Mr. Drake, I am so sorry for them. But this is what I’ve been dealing with!” 

Bobby struggles to get himself back together as he can. 

BOBBY: “It’s…fine. Promise. Let’s just move on to another story. Okay?” 

In Nova Roma, Dani, Rahne, and Xuan slink around the shadows, staying hidden so they can better assess the situation. Demons have occupied the city, the human population has been put in chains, and are being forced to pray to their new dark goddess. At least some of them are, as others are dragged off into a large building. 

DANI, whispering: “That’s the bathhouse. Wolfsbane, you remember Selene’s scent, right?” 

WOLFSBANE, in hybrid form, sniffing: “Aye. She’s there.”

Dani grumbles, wishing she was surprised.  She has bad memories of when the three of them were being washed and prepared to be sold into slavery there on Selene’s orders. Nice as it would be to just charge in, they need more information. Dani gives Karma the order to possess one of the demons. Karma understands what she needs to do as her eyes glow pink. 

Inside the elegant bathhouse, a demon awkwardly enters. Its eyes flash pink briefly to dictate that Karma has possessed it. She notes to herself that this feels a lot less wrong than taking control of another person. 

Entering the main area, Karma is disgusted by the sight of the demons bathing clearly terrified women. And in the main bath, Selene is washing Amara. 

Running her hands through Amara’s soapy hair, Selene tells the anxious Magma to try and relax. Even if she isn’t honored to have her hair washed by the glorious Selene, the oldest and most beautiful of Mutants, before she’s sold to some lovely buyers she found in Otherworld who just ADORE “Witchbreed”, she should just be happy to finally get to spend some real, quality time together. 

SELENE: “I doubt I have time to teach you to be less of a disappointment, but…” 

Magma groans as Selene squeezes the crown of her head. Amara refuses to give up or back down, keeping a cool head as she questions what Selene is doing. She thought she’d shifted goals to “bigger things” since the last time the X-Men kicked her butt. 

SELENE: “Oh, yes that much is true! I’m sure you’d agree Dark Goddess of All Reality suits me so much better than mere queenhood over a single world would. Sometimes, to get what you want, you have to do less favorable things. The important part is finding your own way to have fun with it.” 

MAGMA: “Your idea is fun is nothing but crushing others under your heels."

SELENE: “My very expensive heels, yes!” 

Selene works her hands further down Magma, making her squirm. If she could have taken just a little teeny bit after her, they could be having fun together. Magma makes clear she would sooner die a thousand deaths than be anything like Selene. 

SELENE, sarcastically: “You break your poor grandmother’s heart.” She laughs. “I’d almost be jealous of big blue if that wasn’t such an unattractive and mortal emotion.” 

Magma ignores that, and just insists to Selene the X-Men will stop her like always. Selene drags her sharp nailes across Magma’s neck as she says that that will never happen again. 

Two demons drag over a trembling girl whose just been bathed. Selene turns away from Magma to examine her. 

SELENE: “Hmmmm.” 

BEAT. 

Selene unhinges her jaw, and her mouth opens freakishly wife, as she sucks the life force out of the girl until she’s reduced to nothing more than a pile of bones on the floor. 

Magma and Karma cringe at the sight, while the demons laugh and Selene licks her lips. 

SELENE: “A little fishy, but I don’t mind. Now…” Selene turns and glares at Karma. “What was that about the X-Men?” 

Karma tries to run, but Selene is too fast, shooting and killing the demon she possessed, forcing her to awaken in her own body in shock. 

As Dani and Wolfsbane try to shake her back to reality and tell her it’s okay, they realize they have another problem, as demons surround them. 

In the school, Kitty and Surge walk down the hall, going to get the equipment they need from Kitty’s up till now unseen bedroom. Kitty brags that she’s kinda awesome at a lot of stuff and this whole operation would pretty much fall apart without her, so Noriko gets to choose whether she wants to think like her or fight like her. 

NORIKO: “You’ve seen my grades and still think I could manage the computer geek gig?” 

Kitty tells her to have some faith in herself. She knows a little about her past, and that she does her own light maintenance on her gauntlets; Noriko isn’t as dumb as she acts. 

KITTY: “No one could be as dumb as you act.” 

Surge takes the comment in stride and thanks her for the confidence, but she’ll just stick to punching things for now. That works well enough for Kitty, but they will be getting to everything eventually. 

Nori’s sure the jokes will come later if not sooner then. She’s been in America and off the streets for a year and a half, and she still doesn’t get some of the stereotypes Westerners have about Asian people. Like, they’re not all computer dorks! 

SURGE: “It’s almost as bad as the people who think we all know kung fu. Hello! I’m not even Chinese!” 

KITTY: “Stereotypes like that are always gross. Doesn’t matter if it's about ethnicity, queerness, Mutantdom, or anything else.” 

Kitty opens the door to her room, revealing not just an absolute pigsty, but one made of various, seemingly unrelated computer parts, and Japanese memorability and weaponry. 

KITTY: “Now then, are you ready to learn to be a ninja?!” 

Noriko bites her lip and smiles through grit teeth as she nods; she walked into this one. 

In Emma’s car, Julian is excited for the day ahead as he and Emma share a drink in the back

He was never that into the idea of one day working for his parents’ company, that was always more his brother, James’, thing, but he’s been getting taught and drilled on Emma’s shrewd and ruthless business tactics, “and all the boring actual business stuff”, for almost as long as he’s been at the school, and he’s more than ready to put it all into practice. 

Emma is happy to see him so energized, and also that he hasn’t mouthed off to her once so far about the Danger situation. Julian, keeping a cool head, tells her he still wants to smash the overgrown microchip for what it did to Sofia, but it’s not like it was just Emma’s choice to let her stay. 

JULIAN: “It was the X-Men thing to do…or whatever.” 

Emma is satisfied by his words, and after taking a sip, changes the subject. 

EMMA: “You never talk about your brother. Let me guess: Your parents forced you into competition with him your entire life and nothing you ever did was good enough in comparison?” 

JULIAN, amused: “Guess you’d know what that’s like, huh? Evil, crazy older sister and all?” 

EMMA: “Not just her. It was all of us in that madhouse pit against one another. I can’t imagine I’ll ever have children of my own but there’s a reason that, however I may have you and your friends to compete, I’ve never encouraged that form of rivalry.” 

JULIAN: “Just rivalries where the loser has to pick up trash, right? God, I can’t wait to see the look on Ashida’s face when you tell her I won.” 

Emma puts her drink down. She isn’t going to get too into this, she is here as a teacher, not a guidance counselor or mommy to hear all about the latest drama, so she’s going to make this quick: Sofia was a wonderful girl, but she’s gone. If he wants Surge, then he should pursue her, just as he would anything else he wants in life; she clearly shares his feelings. 

Julian is frozen by this but doesn’t get the chance to respond as the car stops. Emma hands him a change of clothes and tells him to get out; they aren’t going in together. Julian questions why, and why he was given nerd clothes instead of a suit. 

EMMA: “Darling, you have no experience. Did you think you’d just be starting as my assistant? You’re starting from the bottom just as I did…coffee monkey.” 

Julian hangs his head over how much this is going to blow. 

Outside Nova Roma, Magik is huddled in a ball against the cave wall, rocking back and forth. Cannonball and Sunspot stand to the side. 

Sam second-guesses going along with Beto’s scheme. Maybe they should just try and fight Selene themselves instead of forcing Magik out of her stupor. His sister’s been studying psychology, and he knows just from what she’s yammered about that what they’re about to do can’t be healthy. Let alone what he wants Sam to say about himself. 

BETO: “There isn’t a therapist in this world or any other qualified to help Illyana through traditional means. We are “this” close to having Magik back, and since no one else has figured out how to get her out of her own head, I have to do it myself. And it’s my script; I can take it. Just trust me, and let your friend Roberto do what he does best.” 

Sam needs another moment to think it over, settling on acceptance. 

SAM, smirking: “You mean looking at yourself in the mirror.” 

Roberto laughs. 

Hardcut to Cannonball being sent flying through the cave past Magik by a punch. Sam keeps himself from being flung off the ledge by flacking back into the cave, asking what the big idea is. Illyana looks up with big, wet eyes to see what’s going on. 

CANNONBALL, acting furious: “I said what I said! You don’t deserve to be an X-Man!” 

Sunspot, in his transformed form, blasts at Sam, but Cannonball flies straight through the attack. His punch is caught by Roberto. 

SUNSPOT: “Big words from the man who knows he wouldn’t cut it if he tried!” 

Roberto punches Sam in the gut, knocking him further back into the cave. 

SUNSPOT, surrounding himself in even more flames: “You have no idea what I’m dealing with!” 

Roberto blasts at Sam again, but his attack is intercepted, as a stepping disk opens in midair to catch the flames and send them elsewhere. 

MAGIK, on her feet: “What do you think you are doing?? Why are you fighting?!” 

Roberto tells Sam to go on and tell her. Tell her how he called him too selfish and manipulative to be an X-Man. More concerned with his company than his people. 

SAM, picking himself up: “Only speaking the truth. We all thought you’d grow up right like the rest of us, even when you doubted yourself, but you’ve turned out just like your old man.” 

ROBERTO: “How dare you!” 

Roberto is about to launch another passionate attack, but Magik gets between the men. 

MAGIK: “Cannonball. Leave. Help the others.” 

There’s faux tension in the air as Roberto and Sam stare each other down to sell the bit, before Cannonball says fine; he’ll leave the two monsters alone. 

Sam flies off as Illyana’s eyes widen, unprepared for that gut punch after how nice everyone’s been. 

Magik slumps back down on the ground. 

MAGIK: “Why did I even come here? Too scared to fight. And still just a monster. You…didn’t deserve that.” 

ROBERTO, sitting down next to her, doing his best depressed pout: “Maybe. Or maybe not.” 

In the classroom, Iceman tells the kids NOT to mess with his memories again. Especially since the next story is the biggest one of all, and doesn’t need any changing to be deemed “cool” by the kids. It’s the mission that changed everything. The one that proved the X-Men…

BOBBY, pointing at himself: “Could be more than just us.” 

Sooraya nods with a smile. 

SOORAYA: “Ms. Storm told me this one.” 

BRIAN: “I know where this is going, yeah.” 

ROXY, holding Cessily because she knows this conversation could make Cess insecure: “Already heard it too. Dr. McCoy was weirdly chill about being eaten.” 

ICEMAN: “Easy to joke when time has passed. Believe me, he was as freaked as the rest of us then.” 

Bobby begins his story. After a couple of years of serving as the original five (plus Havok and Polaris) X-Men, they were no longer kids who should be living in a school for the gifted. It was time to go to college! Professor X accepted their decision, after screaming at them a few times about how they were abdicating their responsibilities, but he did have one more mission for them. Cerebro had picked up some strange readings from an island in the Pacific, and he wanted them to investigate it. With how much power he was sensing, the Professor hoped that this could be the first member of a new team of X-Men. 

Unfortunately for them, it didn’t take long once they got to the island that they realized there were no Mutant humans there; the Mutant was the island itself. It slowly drained their life forces the moment they set foot, and by the time they realized what was happening, it spoke its name to them, “KRAKOA!”, and swallowed them into the island’s cold, dark underground. Iceman’s memory of what exactly was going on down there is fuzzy. 

SOPHIE: “A Mutant island that eats people?” 

ESME: “Sounds fun! We should buy it. Is it still alive?” 

QUENTIN: “Oh what, are your own private islands not enough for you? Do you want a living one because you’re that cruel, or an evil one because it’s more your speed?” 

ROXY: “Bitch, our parents belong to the same country club! You’ve had all the same advantages as them, you’ve got just as much of an ego, and you treat people just as badly. People don’t hate you before you’re a poor little nerd, they hate you for the same reasons they hate them; you’re a dick. Get over yourself.” 

While the Cuckoos laugh and cheer, Quentin is left unable to respond to that and even looks a little hurt. Brian is clearly worried, but before he can say anything, Iceman continues the story.

He wouldn’t necessarily call Krakoa “evil”, it��s just that the degree to which it was, and still is, alive, was more like animal life. It was sentient and sapient, but it was only acting on its natural drive to feed on human life energy. 

Still, they needed to be saved, so Professor X traveled around the world and recruited a new team of X-Men: Storm, Wolverine, Banshee, Nightcrawler, Colossus, Sunfire, and Thunderbird. 

CESSILY: “Storm was the only new woman? No wonder Hellion said the professor sucks.” 

Iceman explains that this team, despite what they may think, did not gel at all. Hardly the “family” they’d become. Wolverine and Thunderbird had bad attitudes and didn’t like working with others, Sunfire was just a dick, Storm and Colossus were completely jarred by life outside Kenya and Russia, respectively, and Banshee, an old friend of the professor’s, felt weighed down by a bunch of kids.

But still, they had a job to do. Just like the old team, they weren’t half as strong as they are now, but they didn’t even have teamwork and training on their side. They didn’t even like each other!  Even still, somehow, they made it work, beat Krakoa, and saved the original team. 

Obviously, this new team didn’t last. Sunfire quit immediately after the Krakoa mission, and, as the kids probably already know, Thunderbird was Warpath’s brother who died on only their second mission, leading Cyclops and Jean to return. 

Still, the point is the lesson this squad clearly MOST needs to learn, and the other side of the first lesson. Even if they aren’t friends or a team now, even if they can’t see past each other’s differences, and there are egos flying around, the only way they’ll ever be X-Men is if they can all find a way to work together. If they can’t even do that, what hope do they have of gelling with other teammates? 

There’s a brief silence, with Bobby taking a breath, pleased with how he got all that out. 

DUST: “Except that doesn’t apply here.” 

BOBBY, face falling: “Huh?” 

ROXY: “Us and the Cuckoos having a big heart-to-heart is what led us to detention in the first place.” 

CESSILY: “And just cause I can’t stand his new friend doesn’t mean Brian isn’t still my guy.” 

PHOEBE: “The only one causing any problems…” 

CELESTE: “...is Quentin.” 

MINDEE: “Just replace him with Armor and everything will be fine!” 

SOPHIE, changing the mindvision to replace Sunfire and Thunderbird with Kitty and Presitge: “See? As easy as that.” 

Bobby groans as his memories are messed with again. Quentin, meanwhile, has had enough. Just because his…parents…are making him come to this stupid school doesn’t mean he has to do whatever the teachers say; he’d be ecstatic to get thrown home and away from all these stuck-up, catty bitches! 

As Quentin stands, welling up, the girls all boo him. Brian also stands, trying to tell Quentin to calm down; maybe they should just try out Iceman’s advice. Let everything go. 

QUENTIN: “Forget it! They all want me gone? I’m gone! The X-Men can give me whatever punishment they want. I know my power. I know my worth. They can’t make me do anything.” 

Quentin flies off at super speed as a purple streak, telekinetically knocking over desks and papers in the process. 

Brian is distraught by Quentin’s pain and turns to glare at the girls. Cessily, Roxy, and Soo actually do look like they feel a little bad, while the Cuckoos are ready to celebrate making him cry. 

Iceman shakes his head. He can’t believe this. He’s been working with Hellion and Surge for almost a year, but it’s no wonder they’re the X-Men already; they may bicker and bitch, but there’s respect. He’s not seeing any of that here. Not from any of the telepaths, not from the best friends who are standing on opposite sides of this feud, and definitely not for him and what he has to say. 

ICEMAN: “If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go find Quentin before he blows up half the school in a fit. You kids don’t move.” 

Iceman leaves, leaving Brian and his friends looking disappointed in themselves. 

BEAT. 

MINDEE: “Did we say something wrong?” 

Everyone glares at Mindee. 

In Nova Roma, Dani and Wolfsbane battle against demons, Dani shooting them through the head with spirit arrows, while Wolfsbane has separated herself into a pack of wolves, one standing by near Karma, while the others maul and tear. 

Dani attempts to encourage Rahne by saying they aren’t dying today and Magneto wouldn’t have sent them on this mission if they couldn’t get it done. Rahne just laughs though. Does she look afraid? And, speaking of, what was going on with her and Magneto earlier anyway? 

DANI: “Nothing. Just frustration. Just looking around at everyone we work with, everyone we have worked with…it’s not that hard to just be good, is it?” 

WOLFSBANE: “It shouldn’t be…” Rahne slashes out a demon’s eyes. “But we’ve never had the same responsibilities.” 

DANI: “Maybe, but I find it hard to believe we’d fall prey to the same vices.” 

Rahne thinks she recalls her Mummy saying something about this once, but before she can say it, a demon sneaks behind her and moves to kill Karma. 

Karma, however, just smirks as she runs the demon through with her sword, before decapitating it, having just been playing weak. 

KARMA: “Only a few left.” 

Just then, Cannonball arrives, crashing through and taking care of the remaining horde. 

CANNONBALL: “ You’re welcome, ladies. No need to thank me.” 

DANI: “About to try and show up late and take all the credit? I know it’s what you’re best at.” 

Karma shuts this down before they can get more into bickering. Selene is in the bathhouse, with Amara and a bunch of other girls who she’s planning on either eating or selling to Otherworld as slaves. Do they move in now, or wait for Sunspot to maybe come back with Magik? 

The question is answered for them, as a geyser of lava crashes through the roof of the bathhouse. Magma soars up through it and propels herself toward the New Mutants. On impact, the ground shakes beneath them, as cracks in the Earth filled with lava cover the surface. 

The others are worried about what’s going on, as Amara’s eyes are blowing black and she’s moaning in agony. 

DANI: “Amara? It’s us. It’s okay.” 

Magma screams as she blasts her friends, Sam only barely managing to knock the girls out of harm’s way. 

MAGMA, desperate, in pain, and not in control: “Run.” 

In the school’s gymnasium, Noriko, dressed in a blue gi, is mimicking Kitty as she runs her through basic martial arts forms. The kids have of course all been learning self-defense to complement their powers, but taking things to the next level will beautifully compliment Nori’s speed; likewise with stealth training. 

KITTY: “I think the only one of you besides Laura who was studying anything like this was–” 

NORIKO: “Sofia. From Laura.” 

Kitty cringes. Her and her big mouth. 

KITTY: “Anyway! You’re looking good! I am soooo never letting Emma live this down.” Kitty notices the hurt expression on Kitty’s face. “I bet you’re looking forward to seeing Julian work his ass off.” 

Nori isn’t sure what she’s getting at; she said earlier it would be funny, yeah. Kitty tells her she doesn’t need to play dumb; she and Emma connected the dots earlier. They know she and Hellion are into each other. 

Nori is embarrassed, blushing, but Kitty tells her it just makes sense. They worked out all the real beef between them last year, and they spent the last 8 months spending pretty much all of their free time alone together. Far as she knows, they’re both straight horny teens, so it’d be weird if feelings hadn’t cropped up. 

Nori cringes…and admits the feelings aren’t new. Nor are they ones they haven’t acted on before. Kitty needs her to elaborate on that. 

NORI: “Last year, after the Hellions thing, but before he and Sofia got back together, we kinda…” 

KITTY, eyes widened: “Yeah, I guess that would make trying things again a little awkward.” 

Even still, if it's what she wants, Kitty thinks Surge should push through the nerves. 

KITTY, somber: “Sometimes you don’t know what you have until it's gone. You don’t want any regrets. You don’t want to leave things unsaid.” 

Nori, still unsure, nods. 

Kitty sees the mood needs to be uplifted again, and leaps back, hurling shuriken at Noriko. Nori scrambles, whaling as she only barely catches them all at super speed Even then, without her gauntlets, her hands would have been completely cut up. 

NORIKO: “What the Hell?!” 

Kitty laughs. For all they know, Emma could have walked Hellion through a hostile takeover by now. They aren’t going to win if they only run through basic forms today. It’s time for introductory weaponry! 

SURGE: “And you couldn’t have just handed me the things?!” 

KITTY: “Kid, you’re lucky I haven’t chopped off that blue hair and am actually bothering to teach. My master, Ogun, just tortured me and psychically put all this stuff in my head.” 

SURGE: “That…would explain how you had time to learn this. Also, the more I learn, the more your childhood sounds like a nightmare.” 

Kitty tilts her head up and laughs, grinning. 

KITTY: “Ha ha. Yeah.” 

Nori waits for her to say something but it doesn’t come. Instead, Kitty roundhouse kicks Noriko in the face. 

KITTY: “Targets! Now!” 

In the cave, Roberto and Illyana slump against the wall. Illyana questions what that was all about. It better not have been some different kind of trick. She’s pretty sure she’s still strong enough to beat HIM up. 

Roberto, with a weak smile, is sure she is. And she knows his games. This isn’t that. This is, well…

ROBERTO: “Not entirely undeserved.” 

Roberto explains how he recently resurrected Da Costa International and has been doing much better than the last time he operated it. But the only reason he has been more successful is because he hasn’t been doing things his way; he’s been doing them more like his father would. 

ROBERTO: “Do you remember anything about him?” 

ILLYANA: “I…yes. He was Hellfire.” 

Roberto confirms that, and elaborates that he doesn’t care for the, largely legal, if not moral, methods by which he’s been going about getting the company back into all its old industries and more, but it’s what he sees as a necessary precaution. If the X-Men fail, if superheroes can’t protect Mutantkind, then the shield he’s building will. 

ROBERTO: “Of all people, I thought I could trust Sam with some of what I’m forcing myself to do. But, as you saw, he just sees another villain for it. And do you know what the worst part is?” Magik stares intently. “I can’t even blame him. It’s what I sometimes see in the mirror. What enraged me was his insults toward my father. Yes, he was evil, no, I couldn’t trust him…but he did it all for me. His motives were as selfless as my own.” Roberto snickers as he casts his head down. “What do my choices in role models say about me, Illyana? A maniacal billionaire, a mass-murdering soldier, and Magneto. It’s a miracle I didn’t side with Darkchylde when she first emerged.” 

Illyana holds her stare on Beto for a few moments before speaking. 

YANA: “I wouldn’t call him a role model…but Belasco shaped me half my life. Forget Darkchylde. I, err, the real Illyana, was a monster before you and she ever met.” She smiles just a bit. “And she also chose Teach.” 

ROBERTO: “Far be it from me to tell a lady I know about her about her than herself, you all slapped me around plenty for that when we were younger as is…but you are the real Magik.” Beto continues even as Magik tries cutting him off. “I know. You don’t think you are. Because you don’t have a soul, because there’s still some demon…do you really expect us to care? You always considered yourself a monster, always hiding from us for our “own good”. If anything, you acting like this only proves more that you’re Magik.” 

Illyana shakes her head, groaning as she stands up. He doesn’t get it! The pain coming from the emptiness inside her, from that sliver of her that’s still Darkchylde, that’s still pure darkness, is overwhelming. It makes her feel like no matter what she does, all she will do is hurt and kill. She can’t take it. 

Roberto stands and admits he’d be talking far beyond his scope if he tried addressing any of what she’s feeling, but he hopes she won’t find it insulting if he compares them. Because all of this, to him, just sounds like guilt. Something he’s gotten far too accustomed to. But the thing is, whatever she’s guilty about, be it the deaths in Russia or Karma’s leg or anything else, they don’t care. That wasn’t her, and they are all just ecstatic she’s back. And so long as they’re alive, they’ll make sure Magik never travels down the path she fears. 

ROBERTO: “I’m sure, very soon, you’ll be cocky enough again to think you don’t even need us.” 

Illyana is visibly moved by his words, but Roberto thinks this performance needs one last touch. He leans over and whispers something in Illyana’s ear. The audience can’t hear, but she completely perks up. 

ILLYANA: “HUUUUUH?” 

A light returns to Illyana’s eyes as she gets herself pumped. Her friends will support her as long as they’re alive, but that won’t be much longer if they’re fighting Selene without her. 

ROBERTO, failing to contain his smugness: “You think you can stop her now?” 

MAGIK: “Please! I am the queen of Limbo! I can do anything.” BEAT. “Reminds me I need to stop back down there; I’ve been leaving everything to Despair, and I’m not sure that was my best choice.” Magik opens a stepping disc. “Thank you, Roberto. You aren’t a monster either. Just a dork who’s too smart for his own good. Now, come on!” 

Magik jumps through her disc. Sunspot takes a moment to pull out a comb and slick back his hair before transforming. 

ROBERTO: “Roberto accomplished.” 

He jumps through the portal behind Magik. 

In the school, Quentin is in the science room with Martha the brain, working on her hover device to allow it to let her move a little faster. While he’s helping her, he’s also using this as a chance to rant to someone who can’t cut him off. 

QUENTIN: “They’re all such losers, No-Girl! At least where it counts. If they didn’t have me to pick on, I bet they’d return to fighting each other. In the real world, their cattiness and shallowness will only lead to failure and abusive husbands, while I’m raking in billions.” He sighs. “You’re almost lucky you don’t have a body; you don’t have to worry about the horror of girl world or its societal expectations.” 

The camera holds on Martha as if she were performing an eye-roll. 

Iceman enters, having come to check on Quentin. He asks Martha if they can have the room, and she obliges. Quentin tells him he doesn’t need to be here, but Iceman reminds him he’s supposed to be in detention and he’s in charge of that, so he kinda does. 

BOBBY: “If you really don’t want to be on the squad, we can hand you back to Karma. The X-Men just thought you deserved a shot.” 

Quentin says Bobby doesn’t understand. No one understands. The only one who even came close was Ms. Grey. It took a god even to try and understand his genius. 

BOBBY: “What about Tag?” 

QUENTIN: “He’s…different.” 

Quentin explains what made him blow up back there wasn’t anything the girls were saying, specifically. He’s beyond their petty insults. But Roxy mentioned his parents and the similarities in their backgrounds and…

QUENTIN: “While we were all away, my parents decided 17 was old enough for me to know. I’m adopted. And, apparently, that’s a decision they regret. When I turn 18, they’re done with me. The school re-opening was a blessing for them.” 

Iceman hums, “oh shit” under his breath. Quentin asks if he could understand what that’s like. For your whole life to be a lie and to be ripped out from under you. 

ICEMAN: “Better than you’d think. And when it comes to bad, racist parents? Take a look around this place. You’re with the best company you’ll find.” 

Quentin doesn’t think so. No one will get him. No one even likes him! Iceman acknowledges that’s true, but does he get the others? Does he acknowledge their own struggles? While there’s no excusing the Cuckoos’ behavior, has he ever thought that maybe his own perspective of things is wrong? That the world isn’t necessarily how he sees it? 

QUENTIN: “Of course I!...haven’t.” 

Quentin hangs his head. He just doesn’t know what to do. Or what he’s going to do. Iceman assures him, no matter how much he hates it here, he’ll always have a home here. And if he’s willing to put in the work, he can even find a family. 

QUENTIN: “What? Like with the squad and your junior X-Men?” 

ICEMAN: “If that’s what you want, yeah.” 

Bobby tells him the X-Men have a friend: Dr. Sean Garrison. He’s a baseline human, but a brilliant therapist and one of the biggest advocates for Mutants. He thinks maybe talking to him would do him some good. 

ICEMAN: “Or, you know, you can blow me up and go on a rant about how everything sucks and keep feeling miserable.” 

Quentin laughs. He’ll think about it. And he thanks Mr. Drake. He didn’t think much of the clown before, but now he gets why Brian looks up to him. 

There’s a knock on the door, quickly followed by Brian and the girls all entering. Quentin questions what they want now. The Cuckoos all look grumpy and annoyed, but Cessily, Sooraya, and Roxy nudge them forward. 

 The Cuckoos, clearly being forced into it, apologize to Quentin. He’s a loser with terrible opinions, but that doesn’t mean they should harass him. More sincerely, Cessily apologizes. After the whole “Hellions” thing, she should have known better than getting carried away in this. Roxy and Soo agree; it was just supposed to be the one prank, but then things escalated. 

QUENTIN: “Hmph! Well, I’m glad you all learned your lessons.” 

BRIAN, no more time for this shit: “Dude. Come on.” 

Quentin sighs and, begrudgingly, apologizes for the nightmares. And a couple of instances of potential hyperbole from his blog.

BRIAN, exasperated: “It’s a start.” 

Iceman tosses his arms up, saying this is what he wanted to see. This olive branch may be  thin, but it can grow. He’s seen it happen before. Just cause he’s such a nice guy, he’s gonna let them out of detention early so they can do some bonding, probably at that coffee shop they love so much he’s guessing. 

Cessily’s actually interested in trying the place the old X-Men used to go to, but Iceman laughs that that place doesn’t exist anymore; Emma bought it, tore it down, and turned it into a sushi bar years ago just to screw with them. 

ROXY: “Still better than what she did to Firestar.” 

The kids all hum in agreement. They are ready to get out of here though, thanking Iceman and filing out. Quentin doesn’t initially stand, but Brian smiles and offers him a hand. He accepts it and they follow after the girls, but Bobby asks Brian to stay back just for a second; he told him he wanted to speak to him later, and he’s got something big to tell him.

Brian and Quentin do their secret handshake, and Quentin exits. Brian sits down with Bobby and the audio cuts out as we pan back, just seeing their mouths move. Brian hugs Bobby in excitement, Bobby hugging the kid back. 

In Nova Roma, Dani, Karma, Cannonball and Wolfsbane try to fight their out of control friend as she burns and quakes everything around her. Selene’s spell is too powerful for Karma to take control over Magma, Wolfsbane can’t get close due to the heat, and Dani can’t get a clear shot with her bow because of the shaking and shattering ground. 

Cannonball crashes into Amara, only semi-burnt due to being semi-invincible while blasting, and knocks her out. He apologizes for that, but Magma gets right back up, her body moving on its own under Selene’s control without Amara being concious. She blasts at Sam, with him only surviving by flying through the flames. 

Sam would love to make a joke about Rome burning in a day right now, but he doesn’t want that to be his last joke. 

He and the girls are unsure what else they can do as Magma unleashing a hellstorm of flames upon them. It looks like its over, but the New Mutants are saved by the arrival of Magik and Sunspot in front of them, Roberto absorbing not only the attack, but sucking in all the surrounding fires around the city. 

Sunspot is cheered on both by and his friends and the few citizens who haven’t run away. 

RAHNE: “Could you have cut it any closer though?” 

ROBERTO: “You know I love my dramatic timing, but in this case, I swear it was unintentional.” 

DANI: “What about you, Magik? Feeling any better?” 

MAGIK, flashes a grin at Dani before smirking: ‘I will in a moment.” 

As Magma launches another attack, Sunspot acting as a sheild, Magik chants in a strange language. Illyana plunges her hand through her chest. The others are worried, but Illyana just snickers. 

In a flash of darkness, Magik yanks her hang out of her chest, pulling from it an all black sword. 

KARMA: “What is that?” 

MAGIK: “Leftover demon bits. I’d rather be a total husk than have them in me. I think I will call this…the anti-soul sword. Not as good as the real deal, but it should do.” 

Sunspot and Magik exchanging nods, Roberto races forward, leading around the shattering terrain and absorbing everything Magma throws at him. He tackles her to the ground, holding her with his more amped up than ever strength. Yana appears in front of him through a disc and slams a hand down on Magma’s face. Honestly? She’s not actually sure she can beat Selene. But one of her spells? Pfft. 

Magma’s body screams as Illyana chants, until the black disappears from Amara’s eyes and she jolts awake. 

Everyone is thrilled, momentarily forgetting that the real fight is still ahead, as they’re overjoyed by Magma being safe and Illyana, seemingly, being her old self. 

Magma hugs her. 

MAGMA: “Thank you so much. Is it really you?” 

ILLYANA: “Well, I did just save all of you from certain death like it was nothing. That certainly sounds like me!” 

Magik laughs obnoxiously. The others a teeny bit annoyed, but they’re more happy than anything else to see this. Magik’s laughter is briefly interrupted by a quick flashback to her laughing the same way as a kid. 

Everyone gets a chance to hug or pat Illyana on the back, but they still have a job to do. 

SAM: “You up for helping to take Selene down, Magma?” 

MAGMA: “Unquestionably.” 

The seven New Mutants dash forward through the rubble of the city and into the, seemingly by magic, untouched bathhouse. However, they find something strange when they enter. 

DANI: “No sign of Selene. Or any demons at all.” 

The seven rush back outside…where they find the blue sky shining like normal and the demons all gone. 

DANI: “Did…she run away?” 

MAGIK: “Ha! She was proabbly too scared to fight me now that I’m back and better than ever.” 

Roberto wishes he could believe it’s that simple…but he doubts it. 

Later, in Magneto’s office, he and Roberto clink liquor glasses. Erik congragulates him on a job well done. Selene may still be out there, plotting, but Nova Roma still needed to be saved in the now, and having Magik on the team will only be a benefit down the line. 

Roberto thanks him, explaining that he’s planning on heading back to Nova Roma soon. The others are all still taking care of injured citizens and helping them rebuild from all the destruction. 

ROBERTO: “Magma got dibs on destroying Selene’s statues.” 

He only came ahead so he could inform Magneto of how things went. Erik appreciates that, but he’s also curious about how much of what he told Magik was true. 

ROBERTO, casually: “Enough.” 

 This concerns Magneto. He’s not going to pry, Sunspot is his own man, but he’d appreciate knowing who his silent partner is whose allowed him to build his company back up so quickly. He’d like to know if he should be concerned. 

Roberto wishes he could tell his old headmaster that, but…

SUNSPOT: *SHRUGS* 

Magneto doesn’t understand why he’s being like this. When he served him on Genosha, he trusted Sunspot completely. He could have just as easily planted Quicksilver or Polaris on the X-Men, but he believed Roberto was the best man for the job. And he proved him right. He stayed unnoticed, delivered his reports, and, when Magneto was gone, took the steps necessary to start planning ahead. 

MAGNETO: “I am proud of you. I still trust you now. And, moving forward, I would like for you to be a bigger part of this team. You’ve earned that. But I need to know that you still trust me.” 

Roberto looks down into what little is left of his drink, his reflection staring back at him. He chugs the rest of the liquor down and slams the glass down on the table. 

ROBERTO: “I appreciate the support, Headmaster. I do still trust you, and I appreciate the interest…but I know what I’m doing.” 

Roberto thanks him for the drink, leaving to go wash up before he returns to help the others. 

Magneto sips his own drink disappointed and worried. A stepping disc appears next to him and Magik pops out. 

MAGNETO, eyes wide with relief: “Illyana.” 

ILLYANA: “Hey, Teach!” Yana kisses the top of his helmet. “Bye teach!” 

Magik runs off. In spite of the conversation he just had, Erik can’t help but smile. 

In the hall, Kitty is helping a weary Noriko walk. Kitty’s really sorry; she did NOT mean for Surge to get this banged up. She’s never really taught this before and she didn’t really know what she was doing. If she doesn’t want to keep doing this, they don’t have to. Noriko tells her to forget that. That was fun! And she hasn’t even gotten to use a katana yet. If she’s gonna be a stereotype, she’s going all in, baby. Kitty laughs, happy to hear it. 

SURGE: “I guess we’re going to have clean though, huh?” 

KITTY: “Well, not exactly.” 

The two turn a corner, where Julian is cleaning up trash while betrated by Emma. 

NORI, ecstatic: “They lost?!” 

KITTY: “Uhhh, no. Turns out Emma made Hellion into a coffee monkey, forgetting that people who start from the bottom tend to actually have experience with menial tasks; Hellion does not.” 

NORI, laughing: “That bad?” 

EMMA: “It was a disaster!” 

Noriko questions why Emma isn’t cleaning, with Kitty explaining that this made them realize Nori doesn’t have much experience with menial chores either. Kitty phases her hand into a closet and grabs a mop bucket for her. 

KITTY: “Doop’s really sick it seems so…we’ll move today’s stakes to tomorrow.” 

Surge and is  annoyed, and ready to throw a tantrum after the day she’s had, but then she hears Julian laughing. She turns around and sees the smug grin on his face. 

SURGE: SIGH “Fine. I guess I’ll help.” 

Surge goes to help Julian clean, the two making sneering googly-eyes at each other as Emma continues to lambast Hellion. 

Kitty is getting a good laugh out this, when…

“KITTY!” 

Kitty turns around, only to be swept off her feet by Magik, who proceeds to plant a kiss on her mouth. Kitty is in stunned silence. 

MAGIK, grinning from ear to ear: “We saved the day! Beto got me out of my funk. I know I am no monster. And…he told me what you always wanted to do.” Magik cackles as she sets Kitty down. “I have to go back to Nova Roma to help with repairs, but…A HA HA HA!  It’s good to be back!” 

Magik disappears through a stepping disc, Kitty still not having managed to get a word out. 

EMMA, approaching: “I cannot say I predicted that.” 

KITTY: “Y-yeah. Me neither.” 

EMMA: “Are you interested? “

KITTY, getting a hold of herself: “That is NONE of your business. You should just be focused on trying not to lose when we play for real tomorrow.” 

EMMA: “Oh, I’m sure things will go much better for us once the kinks are worked out.” 

The two look on as Noriko and Julian laugh and clean together. 

EMMA: “I’m surprised you went the ninja route. There is only darkness in that chapter of your life.” 

KITTY: “No matter what you say, we don’t have much in common. But we both had our childhoods corrupted by evil men. For you, your adulthood too. But we still use what we learned from them for good. And they can too.” 

Emma would propose a toast to that, but Kitty doesn’t carry around a flask - like a savage. Even if she did though, Kitty can’t drink right now; she has to figure out what the Hell she’s gonna do when Magik gets back. 

Emma beams at both Kitty as she runs off, and at Julian and Noriko. 

In Egypt, we get an establishing shot of Apocalypse’s underground base. Inside the throne room, Akkaba cultists are present, as is Death. Death, leaning against a wall, lights up a cigarette and smokes it. The smoke travels toward the throne, but it’s blown away by a gentle wind. 

DEATH, amused: “Sorry about that.” 

From a suddenly emerging cloud of black smoke, Selene appears. 

SELENE: “The splendid Selene has returned! All requests have been obliged. Now, I think we need to have a little chat…War.” 

The camera pans up the throne, revealing Sofia, no longer dressed in her Apocalypse armor, but in a new set of armor resembling a Venezuelan Devil Dancer, colored in both her old gold and white, and Apocalypse-blue. She is also still wearing her mother’s bracelet. 

DEATH: “She is only War to her Horsemen. You may address her as Lady Akkaba.” 

Selene laughs at that. The minion attempting to give her orders. 

SOFIA, eyes narrowed behind her mask: “What do you wish to speak about?” 

SELENE: “Oh, you know, just girl things. Like, for example, why did you hire me for a job and then pull me out before it was done?” 

SOFIA: “My reasons are my own.” 

SELENE: “Oh! I see! Well, would you like to know what I think? I think that you hired me to lure out and kill Sunspot, Magik, and Kitty Pryde, something I was more than happy to do, especially since it meant getting to see my favorite granddaughter…but you didn’t expect the other New Mutants to come along. And you didn’t want me to kill poor Ms. Moonstar, did you?” 

Selene mocks Sofia with her smirk, as Death reaches for his sword, awaiting his master’s orders. 

SOFIA: “Death…bring her her payment.” 

Death is hesitant to listen, wanting to cut Selene down, but he does as he’s told. While Death is away, Selene mocks that there’s nothing wrong with caring about others. She finds it gross, but she knows it works for others. It’s a bit of a hazard for wannabee world-conquering empresses though. 

Sofia doesn’t respond, but the camera focus on parts of her tensing up. 

Death returns with a shining object that looks halfway between a vase and a lava lamp, tossing it to Selene. 

SELENE, stroking the object: “Oh, there are you my pretty. Apocalypse borrowed so many of my toys over the millenia. It was very rude of him to never give this one back.” 

Selene tells “Lady Akkaba” that the only reason she never took it back was because Big Blue was one of the few men alive with the power to match her own. She was just devastated to hear about what happened to him, but following his defeat, if she’d really wanted to, she could have walked right in here, taken what’s hers back and killed everyone present. 

SOFIA: “Do not underestimate my power. We are both External.” 

Selene laughs. Whatever Apocalypse did to her, she’s no External. And frankly, it’s rude to say otherwise. 

SELENE: “But, since you think us equals apparently…fight back.” 

Selene unhinges her jaw and begins eating the life force of Sofia, Death, and all the cultists, the latter of whome are immediately reduced to dust. Sofia and Death are completely helpless and only survive by Selene’s mercy, as she ceases her attack. Both pant heavily. 

SELENE: “Point proven?” 

Selene leaps over to Sofia, hovering right over her. She grabs her by the chin. 

SELENE: “The only reason I truly agreed to all this? I wanted to see what Apocalypse’s chosen heir had in her. And I couldn’t be less impressed.” She cackles as she lightly crushes Sofia’s jaw in her grip. “Whether you think you’re the new Mutant savior or the new big bad or maybe even both, let’s get something straight: you will never defeat the X-Men. And it’s not because they’re stronger than you, although, they are; it’s because stregnth alone cannot beat them, or else they would have fallen time after time before. Call it…an X-factor. Whatever it is, there is nothing special about you, little girl, that will let you succeed where I and so many others have failed. And when you do inevitably lose? You better pray that they still care for you, as you do for them.” 

Selene let’s go of Sofia, casually walking down the staircase. Death wants to attack her, but Sofia raises her hand, stopping him even as she gasps. 

SELENE: “This was fun. Let’s never do it again. Ta ta…Sofia.” 

Selene disappears in a cloud of black smoke. And all Lady Akkaba can do is bang her hands on her throne and shout. 

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Something has gone wrong with time itself. Many of the famous faces you recognise have been caught up in it, having found a mysterious new phone about their person which allows them to enter a chatroom full of familiar and new people in the same situation. Moreover, there are these weird blue portals showing up. Step into one, and you can find yourself in another part of the timeline entirely.

Rayfa’s found out about the revolution early and somehow wound up friends with Matt Engarde. Kay (2019) has adopted Miles (2027). Athena (2028) and Metis (from mere days before her demise) had a mother-daughter dinner while Aura (days after Metis’ death) tries to come to terms with what her grief made her do will do? Might have done? Tenses have become kind of hard to manage. Especially with Esmeralda Tuspells time-hopping to capture the likeness of all the most interesting future criminals, and Apollo briefly finding himself in the midst of Sholmes’ experiments in 1900…

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The New Mutants Film is an Offensive Trash Fire

It’s done! Check out my video on the so-called New Mutants film adaptation. (Even if you’ve never read the any of the New Mutants comics, I explain everything you need to know about the characters!)

English subs included.

(Full script below)

I am an astronomically huge fan of the New Mutants comics, especially the classic and current volumes. In particular, Dani Moonstar is my favourite Marvel hero of all time; as a woman-aligned Indigenous person, she means the world to me. So to say I’m disappointed in the so-called New Mutants film adaptation of 2020 would be an understatement. I’m not disappointed; I am disgusted by just how offensive this film is, both in general and specifically in regards to calling itself a New Mutants film. At this point, I’m pretty sure the pent-up rage I have directed at this film can only be exhausted by talking about it. So, here we are.

The film features five of the core nine New Mutants from the classic comics. Well, at least in name. There’s Dani Moonstar, Roberto da Costa, Sam Guthrie, Illyana Rasputin, and Rahne Sinclair. Members of the team not included are Xi’an Coy Manh, Amara Aquilla, Doug Ramsey, and Warlock. Julio Richter and Tabitha Smith join the team late in the series as well, but are not typically regarded as core members. Xi’an is notably the only one of the Original Five missing from the film, instead replaced with Illyana, despite even being the team’s first leader. Imagine making an Original Five X-Men film with Wolverine instead of Cyclops… But right now, let’s compare the five characters in the comics to their film counterparts.

Dani Moonstar, AKA Mirage, is a Cheyenne girl from Colorado. Originally her power-set was limited to manifesting illusions of the deepest fears of a person, though as the Classic New Mutant series unfolds this evolves to include any illusion she can think of. In Classic X-Force, her powers evolve further and she learns to conjure psychic arrows that paralyze their targets in fear; a skill she still frequently uses in modern comics. Oh, and she also becomes a Valkyrie who can sense death. Because of her struggle managing her illusions when her powers first developed, Dani spent her time in isolation, with only her grandfather as company after her parents mysteriously disappeared. (Spoiler alert: They were eaten by a demon bear.) Then her grandfather is murdered, too, leading Dani to reluctantly go to Xavier’s school. Dani can come off as abrasive and rebellious, because she is very iron-willed and has a strong sense of her own morality. From the very moment she joins the team, she is not afraid to challenge even Professor Xavier. These traits are part of what make her a great team leader, which is the role she plays for the majority of the Classic New Mutants run. But for all her outward confidence, deep inside, she struggles with a desire for people to like her.

Dani develops a particularly strong relationship with Rahne in the comics; they call themselves soulmates and share a telepathic bond when Rahne is in her wolf form. However, in modern comics they drift apart, and it’s only very recently that they’re starting to get close again. In the film, they overtly become a couple.

Dani barely has any agency in the film. She’s like your typical soft-spoken new girl in a CW high school drama, where things happen to her, but it’s never really about her. I can’t really identify a personality for her, because she has none. I feel it’s also worth pointing out that, when paired with the racist casting of Henry Zaga as Roberto—which we’ll get to in a minute—it’s highly suspect that they also decided to cast a light-skinned Native actress to play a dark-skinned Native character. What makes it more suspect is that their other choice was True O’Brien, who is not Native. Josh Boone openly confirmed to having a casting call open to non-Natives for Dani in the same interview where he defended the racist casting for Roberto. I refuse to pat them on the back for Dani’s casting when there was so much bullshit behind the scenes, and when paired with flat out racist casting elsewhere in the film.

Roberto da Costa, AKA Sunspot and often called ‘Berto or Bobby, is an Afro-Brazilian boy who is established in New Mutants #2 to be the youngest of the group, at just thirteen years old. He has solar-powered super strength, and when using his powers, his body turns into complete shadow. Mutant abilities often appear for the first time in stressful situations, and in Bobby’s case, his powers manifested in the middle of a soccer game, when assaulted by racist players on the other team. If this isn’t traumatic enough, he then lost his girlfriend when she jumped in front of a bullet for him. Juliana’s death has haunted Roberto ever since. Because nothing can be easy for ‘Berto, to top everything off, this kid has major daddy issues. Rightfully so, given his father decided to join the Hellfire Club; arguably the X-Men’s second-most famous enemies, only behind the Brotherhood. And boy, do they ever want Roberto to join them. (Spoiler alert: They eventually get what they want.) Roberto acts like he’s the coolest kid on the block in public, while in private struggles deeply with, well, everything I just said. He can be a bit of a hot head, who like Dani is not afraid to challenge authority, especially if it’s in the name of sticking up for his friends. Roberto is extremely loyal to those he cherishes. He is also a huge Magnum PI fan, and yes, that is a defining trait of his personality.

Just like Dani and Rahne’s strong relationship, Roberto and Sam become extremely close, too. Unlike Dani and Rahne, they stay a great team. In modern comics, Roberto and Sam both join the Avengers for a time together, with ‘Berto becoming the leader of one of the branch-off teams, even. Quite an accomplishment for a kid who Xavier once wrote an entire report on the likeliness of becoming a supervillain.

In the comics, Roberto’s father is Black and his mother is white, and he himself has dark skin like his father. He makes his way through the world with a number of labels; Black, Latino, Mutant, and it gets complicated for him sometimes. In the film, the so-called Roberto da Costa is played by a Brazilian actor, yes, but he is not Afro-Brazilian. Director Josh Boone defended his choice of casting Zaga to play a Black character, saying, “I didn’t care so much about the racism I’ve heard about in Brazil, about light-skinned versus dark-skinned. To me, it was I wanted to represent Brazil in a positive way and I wanted to find somebody who seems like he could look like a guy who’s had the silver spoon in his mouth, who has like a really rich dad and [Henry] just exemplified all these things.” No amount of Brazilian identity that Zaga has within him can make up for the fact that he is not Afro-Brazilian like Roberto. No amount of Zaga “looking rich”, whatever that means, can make up for the fact that he is not Afro-Brazilian like Roberto. No amount of denial that racism exists in Brazil can make up for the fact that Zaga is not Afro-Brazilian like Roberto. Roberto is of African descent. Zaga is not. It is the complete and total erasure of a crucial part of the character’s story, and who he represents. It’s racist casting. The racism is enough to end the discussion, but oh, the butchering of this character doesn’t even end there… Roberto in the film is an asshole. The one character he isn’t a jerk towards is Sam, so at least they got a small sliver of their comic bond in there. But it’s a pathetically small sliver. What really gets me though, is they completely changed his powers! They switched his powers with Amara’s in the comics! What the fuck? They did this just so that they could say he was responsible for killing his girlfriend, because he got too hot and burned her. Oh my god. //Sighs

Sam Guthrie, AKA Cannonball, is the eldest child in a huge family, born and raised in Kentucky. When his father died from black lung, sixteen-year-old Sam dropped out of school for the coal mines himself to support his mother and siblings. On his first shift though, the mine collapsed, and Sam’s powers manifested. He has the ability to basically turn himself into a human rocket, which includes being “nigh invulnerable when blastin’”, as he is sure to not let anyone forget. Sam pretty easily slips into a big brother-ish role, probably because he’s used to having a group of younger siblings hanging around him. Sam cares about being seen as respectful and responsible more than any of the others, though does not always succeed. He also tries to maintain a cheerful and hopeful attitude. While Sam is a little too insecure and unsure of himself to be much of a leader at first, by the time of Classic X-Force, he really steps into his own and becomes a pretty solid one.

While Sam’s background is mostly accurate to the comics in his film, the difference being that in the film he is the reason for the mine’s collapse and his father’s death, personality wise, he is very angsty. At one point he cries in front of a mirror and then uses his powers to knock himself out. Rahne observes that Sam uses his powers to hurt himself a lot. Not sure how, when he’s supposed to be nigh invulnerable when blastin’. He spends the film beat to shit because of this.

Illyana Rasputin, AKA Magik, is the younger sister of X-Men member Colossus, born in Russia but was sucked into the other dimension Limbo as a child. While only seconds past on earth, seven years went by in Limbo, where she was raised by the demonic sorcerer Belasco as his apprentice. At age fourteen, she rebelled against Belasco and became the new ruler of Limbo. Returning to earth as a teenager, she joins the New Mutants. Illyana has the power to teleport herself and others through time and space, though she must always pass through Limbo to do so. She is also a master sorcerer, and wields her iconic soulsword. Illyana has a tendency to self-isolate and spiral into a session of self-hate, believing herself to be inherently evil because of her traumatic time in Limbo. She is slow to trust others and let them into her inner thoughts, feeling like she needs to tackle everything alone, but over time comes to greatly appreciate the support of her friends. When she’s not in a depressive state, she has a mischievous and playful spirit.

While in the comics, Dani is the first member of the New Mutants that Illyana comes to truly trust, in the film, Illyana is a racist bitch for some reason. She’s also portrayed as being this aloof nutcase that talks to a puppet version of Kitty’s dragon in the comics, Lockheed. Instead of being taken by Belasco, she was taken by a group only referred to as the Smiling Men. Who are the Smiling Men, you are probably wondering? Who the fuck knows! It’s never explained! Limbo is a place she created herself, though the details of that are also never explained.

Finally, there’s Rahne Sinclair, AKA Wolfsbane, who was raised by the horribly abusive Reverend Craig in Scotland. The Reverend instilled in her a belief that any abnormality was sinful. Fast-forward to Rahne developing the mutant power to turn into a wolf, or a hybrid state between human and wolf, and the Reverend led the town in a deadly chase after her with guns and torches, branding her as a witch. Rahne was shot, but saved and patched up by Moira McTaggart from X-Men fame. Rahne comes to see Moira as a mother-figure she never had. Rahne is a sweet and innocent girl who tries to think the best of everyone except herself. Rahne believes that her mutant powers are a curse from the devil, and that she is being punished for wickedness inside her. For a long time, this is her most defining trait. It takes years of character development for her to come out of this line of thinking, but eventually she does. Unfortunately, some writers, like Peter David, forget this character development, and in modern comics decide to write Rahne as a religious zealot whose only purpose is to cause homophobic drama at the expense of Rictor and Shatterstar. Yes, that’s right. Rahne is a homophobe who thought Shatterstar was stealing Rictor’s soul by turning him gay.

Rahne is a homophobe, but the film decided to put her in a Sapphic relationship with Dani. While at the same time, completely excluding the canonical lesbian character, Xi’an. (Who, might I add, also has a lot of romantic chemistry with Dani in the comics. Because Dani is so obviously very gay too, and that’s the hill I will die on.) But I digress.

Rahne’s film counterpart is easily the closest to her comic self of the bunch, both backstory wise and personality wise. But that’s not saying much.

There is one other character featured in the film, but she’s not a character from the New Mutants comics. She is an X-Man, Cecilia Reyes. I’m not overly familiar with Cecilia like I am the other characters here, but I know damn well enough that she’s not a villain. I do not know why on earth Josh Boone decided to make her such, when he could have used plenty of other characters in her place. Or hell, just made up a new one. Cecilia is also a Black woman, which Alice Braga is not. So, yeah, more racist casting. I’m starting to suspect Boone has something against darker skin…

But, back to the New Mutants. In case you didn’t pick up on the thread linking all them together, these are some seriously traumatized teens. It doesn’t end there. Xi’an lost her parents in the Vietnamese war and was raped by pirates when trying to flee to the US. Amara was almost killed in a sacrificial ritual by Selene, only saved when her powers manifested. Warlock fled to earth because his father wants to kill him. Julio was kidnapped and tortured by an anti-mutant militia known as The Right. Tabitha grew up in an abusive household until she ran away from home, living on the streets for some time. Trauma is basically the requirement to be a New Mutant. Doug is the only member who doesn’t have anything dark going on… up until he fucking dies. This is what separates the New Mutant comics from other young superhero teams. They’ve never been afraid to get serious, tackling things like abuse, suicide, rape, drugs, child death… So I can’t say I’m surprised that the so-called New Mutants film also attempts to do something a bit darker. Tone-wise, it would have been fitting if it was at all competent. Unfortunately, it starts and ends with the tone, because everything else about the story is just awful.

The film opens with a racist fake “Native American proverb”, giving you a taste of what’s to come. Then we’re thrown into a chaotic scene where Dani’s reservation is destroyed and everyone is killed, while she alone escapes. The scene transitions to Dani waking up handcuffed to a hospital bed, which she drags around the room while looking around in what is I’m pretty sure supposed to be comical but actually quite disturbing imagery.

We’re introduced to Dr. Reyes, who confirms to Dani that she is the sole survivor of her community and that Dani is a mutant. She then explains that there are other kids in the facility they’re in, built for troubled young mutants. Dani wants to leave, but Reyes says she will not allow it until she assesses Dani is not a danger.

We meet the other new mutants in group therapy. Dani’s first introduction to the group is Roberto laughing at her name, then saying she’s probably addicted to drugs and sex.

So, just to be clear, we’re ten minutes in and we’ve got a fake Native quote, the mass destruction of an entire Native community, the kidnapping of a young Native girl forced into containment in a school-like facility, making fun of said Native girl’s surname, and assumption that said Native girl has addiction struggles and sexualizing her. Gotcha.

Reyes asks Illyana to show Dani around the school, and Illyana reluctantly agrees, but makes it clear she hates Dani for no apparent reason, other than that she’s racist I suppose. Dani decides to make a break for it, but finds out the hard way that there’s a force-field surrounding the facility. Illyana laughs and teleports away.

Apparently Rahne can teleport now too, because she goes from watching Dani climb the clock tower from the ground with the intention of committing suicide, to magically appearing behind her. Rahne talks Dani out of it, and they spend the rest of the day together gossiping about the others.

Dani has nightmares about the destruction of her community. This triggers her powers, and Sam is sucked into an illusion that he’s back in the mines he worked in.

Dani finally stands up for herself when Illyana hurls racist insults again. Illyana jokes that Dani’s father sexually abused her, so Dani steals Illyana’s puppet and the two get in a fight. Reyes shows up just before Illyana attacks Dani with her soulsword, then puts both of them in solitary confinement. Yes, both of them, for some reason.

We get a brief flashback to Illyana as a child, insinuating that she herself was sexually abused by a group she calls the Smiling Men. Again, we know absolutely nothing about these fuckers.

Meanwhile, Dani’s powers activate through the night again, this time giving herself a nightmare of a demonic bear.

Reyes takes blood samples and reminds Dani that she’s dangerous, and that’s why she’s being locked up, until they can figure out how to control her powers.

Rahne enters the empty confession booth of the chapel and starts listing out her so-called sins, when an illusion takes over where she hears the voice of Reverend Craig calling her a witch.

The group of new mutants sneak up to the attic, where they start playing with a lie detector test. They ask Roberto how many girls he’s been with, and he gets caught lying. Sam takes a turn and talks about his father dying. Dani tells a story about a demon bear her father told her when she was little. Illyana reveals she killed 18 men. This is supposed to be a character development scene, I think?

In the next group session, Sam asks why he can’t go home, and spirals into talking about his nightmares. He ends up storming out.

That night, Illyana says she spiked the tea Reyes was drinking—no, we don’t know how she accomplished this—so the new mutants have a party through the house. Sam reveals to Roberto that he killed his father and crew in the mines. Rahne and Dani sneak outside to lay down and watch the rain’s effect on the barrier. They share a kiss. Roberto and Illyana also share a kiss in the pool, but then Roberto starts steaming up. He explains that he accidentally burned his girlfriend to death. It turns out that this Illyana was just an illusion, and she morphs into his dead girlfriend. This triggers Roberto’s powers to activate. Which again, I will remind you, are actually Amara’s powers. Sunspot has super-strength, not fire. What are you doing, Boone? Reyes puts him out by pushing him into the pool, which I will remind you he was just in before and had no effect at all, and then puts Illyana back in solitary confinement for spiking her drink.

The next day, Reyes begins medical experimentation on Dani, triggering Dani to have visions of young mutants being trained as soldiers. She has a breakdown and her powers surface again, creating illusions for Illyana and Rahne. This time the illusions take hard form, and Rahne is branded with another witch mark on her neck by the summoned Reverend. Illyana figures out its Dani doing all this and attacks her, dragging her to Limbo. Dani uses her powers to scare Illyana into letting her go, and Reyes knocks Illyana out with a sedative.

Dani brings the puppet Lockheed back to Illyana. They bond a little bit, teaching the audience that if you’re nice to racists, they will magically get better!

Reyes gets a notification from her superior with instructions to collect further DNA samples from Dani, and then kill her. It’s revealed that she’s working for the Essex Corporation, a nod to Mister Sinister that will never be fulfilled. At the same time, Dani tells Rahne that she suspects there are ulterior motives behind the facility.

Despite this, she allows Reyes to take her to an underground lab for some reason, where Reyes compares Dani to a feral dog that needs to be put down. While this is happening, Illyana and Sam are chased by another illusion of Illyana’s Smiling Men. Rahne uses her super wolf hearing to find Dani’s location. She attacks Reyes and saves Dani from the brink of death.

Illyana teleports away, and Sam uses his own powers to plow through the men. He meets up with Roberto who is furiously trying to get outside. They reunite with Illyana, who teleports back to them wielding her sword. The whole group meet up in Reyes’ office, while she herself tries to flee. The new mutants decide to kill Reyes as the only way of escape.

Rahne uses her powers to track Reyes down, and the group confront her about Essex Corp. Reyes uses her force-field powers on all of them, and says she will let them go if they surrender Dani, because Dani needs to die. But then the outer barrier is breached somehow by Dani’s demon bear that eats Reyes in what is easily the funniest scene in the film.

The demon bear continues its attack, but Dani won’t wake up. Illyana orders the others to take Dani away while she attacks, because we’re supposed to see her as a #girlboss now. Also, Lockheed is a real dragon, suddenly. No explanation is given for that, either, folks!

Rahne tries to wake Dani up while the others fight off the demon bear, and it finally works after Dani dreams of her father encouraging her. She confronts the demon bear and manages to soothe it out of existence.

The film ends with the new mutants leaving the facility, and a second voice over of the racist fake Native proverb again. Jesus fucking Christ.

So, yeah. A messy plot with pacing issues, bland characters, unanswered questions, and racism. This is what the film turned the New Mutants into. Not that there isn’t racism in the classic comics too, mind you. It’s in there, but the comics have the excuse of being dated, whereas this film does not. This film should know better. Josh Boone should know better.

So, what’s an alternative? Call me crazy, but why not simply adapt from the original graphic novel? No, I’m not crazy, because The Old Guard proved you can please comic fans and new fans alike by doing just that. The original New Mutants graphic novel is a prime target for adaptation, because it’s a perfect set up in terms of establishing the characters and tone in an easy to follow story. Which is what you want from a starting point to a potential new series. The filmmakers would only have to make moderate changes, like adding in Xi’an’s backstory since she was established prior to the graphic novel, for example.

In terms of what we have, there is no comic book story equivalent to whatever the fuck this film was trying to go for. No, I refuse to call it the demon bear arc just because the demon bear is present, any more than to call X-Men Origins: Wolverine a proper telling of Wolverine’s origin story simply because Weapon X is involved. Not that I’d want the demon bear arc adapted anyway. That racism present in the comics I mentioned? Yeah, prime example. But this is just Josh Boone’s fanfiction. And I’d be fine with that, really, if it wasn’t done so fucking poorly.

I hate this film to its fucking core, and Boone can meet me in the pit.

Anyways, read the comics. They’re so much better.

#new mutants #x men #marvel comics #xmcu #video essay #video #marvel meta #movie thoughts

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X-Men Abridged 1985: Adventures in Asgard

The X-Men, those Asgardian mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. Want to unravel this tapestry? Then read the Abridged X-Men!

(X-Men & Alpha Flight 1 - 2, New Mutants Annual ‘85, Uncanny X-Men ‘85 ) - by Chris Claremont and Paul Smith, Bob Wiacek, Arthur Adams

Yes, you see that correctly. That little falcon has a teeny-tiny mohawk on its tiny-teeny bird head, because comics are ridiculous. (New Mutants Annual ‘85)

You know what would really spice up the X-Men? To let them visit the most boring part of the Marvel Universe: Asgard!

As said before, for the Uncanny X-Men, 1985 has been a disjointed year. This was not helped by a sort of interlocking plotline that spread throughout one limited series and two annuals, all of them tied together by the presence of Loki. So that’s what we’re doing: we’re going to cover the reason why Loki takes a special interest in our merry mutants (Alpha Flight & X-Men Limited Series 1 and 2) and what happens when they are whisked away to Asgard. (New Mutants Annual ‘85 and Uncanny X-Men Annual ‘85.)

If you’re super-duper not into the Thor-part of the Marvel Universe, you can skip this one. All we really need to know, continuity-wise, is that Danielle Moonstar somehow becomes a Valkyrie and adopts a pegasus. If you’re not deterred, well… 

Because this storyline deals with three superteams, the cast is absolutely huge. Hold onto your butts!

The Uncanny X-Men:

Cyclops: Scott Summers, red eyebeams. Currently on sabbatical to enjoy married life with his wife. Enjoy him while you can, because there will be massive character derailment coming up soon.

Madelyne Pryor. Cyclops’ wife. Bears an uncanny resemblance to his deceased girlfriend, Jean Grey, but I’m sure that’s just a coincidence. 

Storm: Ororo Munroe, currently depowered. Is on a spiritual journey to find herself. 

Wolverine: Logan. Clawed ball of anger.

Colossus: Piotr Rasputin. Russian tin man. Cuddly communist.

Nightcrawler: Kurt Wagner. Fuzzy demonic elf. Bae.

Shadowcat: Kitty Pryde. Phasing powers. The one teenager on the adult squad.

Rogue. Former villain, current flying brick. Steals powers and memories with a touch. Also bae.

Rachel Summers. Jean and Scott’s child from a future-that-never-was. Has yet to tell him this. Telepath. A little dramatic, even for an X-Man.

Professor Xavier. Telepath with boundary issues. The original dreamer and mentor to the X-Men and the New Mutants. 

The New Mutants:

Psyche: Danielle Moonstar. Cheyenne, illusionist. About to have her backstory needlessly complicated.

Cannonball: Sam Guthrie. Human… well, you can figure that out. Good old boy.

Sunspot: Roberto daCosta. Fiery ball of anger.

Wolfsbane: Rahne Sinclair. Scottish werewolf who hates her human side and loves her wolf side. 

Magma: Amara Aquila. Lava girl from not-so-Ancient-Rome.

Magik. Illyana Rasputin. Teleporter, demonic sorcerer and ruler of an infernal dimension. Has the most impressive resumé out of these young ones, also Colossus’ younger sister. 

Cypher. Douglas Ramsey. Innate linguist. Cutie, perhaps not suited for the life of a superhero, but is just so very excited. 

Warlock. Robot alien that can change shape. Pacifist born to a warrior race. Class clown.

Karma. Xi’an Coy Manh. Telepath that got possessed by a villain for a good long time, recently returned to the fold.

Alpha Flight:

Shaman: Michael Twoyoungmen. Chirurg turned sorcerer. V. man of science/man of faith. 

Snowbird: Narya. Canadian half-goddess. Cool as fuck.

Heather McNeil: wife of the late Vindicator (ugh!), soon to be the next Vindicator. Leads Alpha Flight despite being human. 

Puck: Eugene Judd. Tiny rubber ball man. 

Sasquatch: Walter Langkowski. Canadian werebeast who loves his human side and Aurora’s human side. 

Aurora. Mutant. Superspeed and supersparkle powers with her twin. Has a ‘split personality’, as written by someone who has no idea what that means. One side of her has access to her mutant powers and is fun, outgoing and flirty; the other is an introverted school teacher. The latter hates the former.

Northstar. Twin of the above. Superquebecois. Still kind of stuck in the closet, in a time where even the existence of the closet was vehemently denied.

Talisman. Elizabeth Twoyoungmen. Daughter of; magical conduit. 

THEY UPPED THE LIMIT FOR PICTURES I CAN HAVE MORE THAN TEN PICTURES?!?

Madelyne and Scott are flying a crew of scientists over Canada, since Scott is trying his hand at being a regular non-X-Man person. They’re caught in a freak storm that Scott recognizes, because when you hang around Storm for long enough, you become a bit of a meteorologist yourself.

While I have full faith in Madelyne as a pilot, I'm still not sure it's wise to make Scott your co-pilot, since those ruby quartz glasses mean he’s essentially colour blind. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1) 

Half a continent away, the mayday is received by the X-Men. It causes Rachel to go haywire, because what if her dad dies and she never told him that she’s actually daughter? (There is actually an easy solution to that, but whatever.) Due diligence is for dummies, so she immediately goes on the attack. 

Just as Snowbird arrives in the Alpha Flight headquarters to deliver some Grave Tidings©, Rachel arrives and easily mops the floor with Snowbird, Shaman and Heather, wife of the recently deceased Guardian/Vindicator. (A character I only know to be an asshole. Northstar tends to hate him, so I will do so too.) Aurora tries to turn the tide but…

Either Claremont wrote Rachel to be a grade A bitch here, or he has no idea how to write DID. Or both. Either way, not a great look for either of them. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Like Legion, Aurora has an interesting (if problematic) history in regards to her disorder and mental health. Unlike Legion, who has been allowed to flourish as a character since his inception and whose autism evolved together with our society’s understanding of it, Aurora tends to be defined almost solely by her dissociative identity disorder, which doctors these days aren’t sure even exists. While her history of abuse in a Catholic orphanage rings painfully real, the way her character tends to be portrayed as a vehicle for DID and little else is a disservice to such a promising character. (Read more here.) I’m glad that these days, she’s getting some love and agency in X-Factor and Marauders. (Even though I don’t understand one iota of the current Marauders run, but what the hey.)

Anyway, while I don’t love what Rachel is doing to Aurora here, I do feel that her mopping the floor with half of Alpha Flight is correct. Rogue swoops in after her to clean up the stragglers and she deals with Northstar by kissing him.

Hmmm. I wonder what secrets she possibly could have plucked from his head?

Anyway, after Rachel has calmed down, Shaman explains he had nothing to do with the freak storm and Xavier has been a hypocrite, the groups decide to join forces and find Scott, Madelyne and the missing crew. Let’s go, telepathy!

We then cut to Loki petitioning some shady old gods for power. However, in order to win their boon, he must give humanity a gift. A proper gift, freely given and willingly accepted. Hmmmm…

The X-Men and Alpha Flight fly off to a desolate mountain range – Kurt gets to wear a dashing hat! Jean-Paul and Rogue scout ahead and bond, which is my favorite character beat in this story. The two biggest misfits of these teams, it makes sense that they would be able to relate.

If only this had not been a case of Incompatible Orientation, perhaps some other French-speaking outcast mutant could have stolen Rogue’s heart. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

In a field that is way too verdant for how high up they are, they stumble into a mysterious castle where they are greeted by Scott. He tells them everything is better than fine. They’re forced to believe him, because they can look him straight in his baby-blues! Scott is cured and can control his eyebeams!

See, all humans on board of the aircraft got imbued with super powers! Madelyne got transformed into Anodyne, and another into Cornucopia, capable of creating food, and others into evocative names like Lord of the Plants and Pathfinder. Madelyne immediately sets to work, curing Puck.

I don´t know if Madelyne´s powers made her taller or if she always was the size of a baby giraffe, but damn. Goblyn Queen got legs. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Madelyne also cures Rogue, although it’s a little unclear if her mutant powers are removed or if she can just control them. In any case, what follows is another cute moment between Jean-Paul and Rogue, where he willingly offers himself up as a guinea-pig for her to test her lack of powers on. She knows how much of a sacrifice that is for him, potentially opening up like that, and yet he follows through anyway.

It's adorable and I wonder if there´s such a thing as shipping but for friends, because I’m hardcore shipping Rogue/Northstar right about now.

Xavier pulls his usual bullshit when he reveals publicly that he senses another mind in Madelyne, forcing her to admit that she’s pregnant. (Boundaries, of course, only apply to people other than Professor X. God, sometimes you just want to bash him in his spherical head.)

Don’t run away, Rachel! This is the perfect soap opera-esque moment to scream out that you are the daughter they will never have! (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Did… did the eighties really have leg warmers that came up all the way to your thighs?

While Kitty and Talisman follow Rachel after her self-imposed time-out, a powerless Heather takes a little dip in the magical fountain and gains powers (the aforementioned Pathfinder). At the same time, Shaman’s magical pouch gravely injures its owner, seemingly turning against him. What is going on?

Talisman and Kitty follow Rachel and discover an ancient Viking village hidden underneath the tundra. There, they try to talk the redheaded stepchild from the ledge: Rachel is out of her wits, realizing that her father getting a boy means that she will never exist. Kitty points out the inherent paradox in that statement, but then the village starts to collapse. They flee, but Kitty deduces someone is trying to hide something from her. She’s beginning to doubt this utopia.

When they return, they bear witness to Madelyne burning out Wolverine’s berserker rage. Kitty points out that she wouldn’t have survived Ogun without Logan’s berserker side, which is a fair point. (When does it stop being a cure and start being a catch-all for everything in the world you don’t like? Also, I bet she’s aching to get her hands on Aurora…) Kitty then presses that Wolverine go check on Snowbird, who is withering away. Wolverine, who is besties with Narya (who wouldn’t be? She’s arguably the best member of Alpha Flight), thinks that it isn’t a coincidence that both Shaman and Snowbird – magical creatures – are affected. Maybe there’s something rotten in paradise, after all. 

Rogue, on the other hand, is enjoying the fuck out of it.

I don’t blame you, Rogue. I would also pick the haughty Quebecois over any of the other bozos on this trip. (Kurt’s the sole exemption, but you two are sort of related.) (X-Men and Alpha Flight 2)

Wolverine crashes the party and reveals that this utopia has a steep price: the extinguishing of all magic and their magical friends. (Which is an odd way to describe Snowbird, but in some ways, you could view her as a magical woodland creature. In any case.) The group splits down the middle, with most X-Men taking the stance that an utopia can’t be bought in blood and and most Alpha Flighters agreeing that the ends justify the means. (Yes, they are the worst.) Interestingly, Rogue, Cyclops and Northstar side with the X-Men, while Colossus, Rachel and Madelyne side with the Alphans. 

You’d think this rift would maybe amount to something, but it’s quickly under rug swept. Sad. They could have done a Superhero Exchange Program and swapped Colossus in for Northstar. 

Anyway, the obligatory fight erupts, until a few of the people on the Alphans side realize they’ve also been rendered creatively sterile. (The cook-turned-Cornucopia can’t think of new recipes, the architect-turned-Master Builder can’t dream up new buildings, etc.) That’s when Loki appears, all: “nbd, you’ll be as gods!” When the superpowered humans disagree – killing all magic is fine, but they draw the line at being robbed of their imagination – Loki gets angry and tries to force these ungrateful wretches to accept his gift.

That doesn’t go well for him. 

They Who Live Above: “Swear you won’t harm these people! Swear on the dad you hate!” Loki: “...kay.” (X-Men and Alpha Flight 2)

Loki reverses everything, because Status-Quo is quite literally God, and Madelyne is stripped of her powers and Rogue and Cyclops are back to being not in control of their powers again. Also, Rachel still doesn’t tell Cyclops he’s actually her dad, so Loki’s new vendetta against the X-Men is literally the only thing of consequence in this godawful crossover. 

Well, other than Kurt’s snazzy hat. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Loki’s vendetta carries us through to the New Mutants Annual, where the Lord of Lies is admiring Ororo through a mystical TiVo. He wonders what she would do to get her powers back and orders the Enchantress to fetch him Ororo. 

After rescuing Karma from being possessed by the Shadow King, Ororo and the New Mutants end up on a Greek island to take a deserved holiday. While all of the New Mutants are hanging out on the beach, Karma is hiding out inside, afraid to face the world. Not only does she have to deal with all the evil things the Shadow King did while using her body, she also has to deal with the way the Shadow King abused her body.

While it’s not the tac I would’ve chosen, you could do a worse “reason to live” than spite. (New Mutants Special ‘85)

There’s an opportunity here for a storyline, one where Karma either has to work hard to go back to where she was or has to work hard to accept her new self. How cool would it be to have a fat superhero in a comic populated by people with idealized bodies? That’s not what we’ll be getting: instead, Karma will be shedding the extra pounds quicker than she did the Shadow King: I think it’s gone before the end of the issue.

Not begrudging anyone their body, thin or thick, but I do resent the implication that she was only fat because she was possessed by evil.

Anyway, all the skinny New Mutants are at the beach and Warlock is trying on bathing suits for size.

Warlock is reenacting that video where the model dresses in swimwear through the ages, going from the swimsuits of the 30’s to the oversized shorts of the 90’s to (hopefully) the men’s swimwear of 2023. (New Mutants Special ‘85)

Then, a cloud of darkness whisks them away to Asgard! Loki gives Ororo an avian makeover while he scatters the New Mutants, who go off on their own little side quests. Seriously, check them out, it’s like a DM took a chance on a Random Make-Your-Own-Adventure table. 

Magik gets chained to a rock while the Enchantress, Loki’s sexy crony, tries to tempt out her wicked side.

Karma gets stuck in a desert and saves a kid from a Shai-Hulud. Apparently, a grueling trek through an inhospitable landscape is just the regimen she needed, because this is how she gets skinny again (fully off-panel). 

Cypher becomes a serf in a mead hall. Next!

Wolfsbane falls in love with a wolf prince but then runs away from him, afraid of her feelings. It’s very furry avant la lettre.

Warlock breaks out of Hel and goes off to find his friends.

Roberto becomes embroiled in a bar inn brawl and is then hired as a glorified security guard. He’s treated as a big strong hero and is not-so-secretly loving it. 

Magma is adopted by the fae, who get her drunk on their mead. This turns her into a pointy-eared fae as well. Whoops! 

Cannonball saves a wench from dwarves and gets promptly adopted by them. His last name does not become Ironfoundersson. 

Danielle saves a pegasus, rolls a natural twenty on her Wild Empathy check and adopts it. She names it Brightwind, not understanding that mounting her My Little Pony means she’s become a Valkyrie. Whoops! 

Never figured that Danielle Moonstar, of all people, would become a horse girl. (New Mutants Special ‘85)

Loki orders the dwarves to make him a new hammer for a new thunder god. He’s barely gone before they start gossipping, saying his new falcon familiar is an enchanted one. Sam quickly deduces that it had to be Storm, because of the interesting colouring of the falcon’s feathers. (Not the MOHAWK? dafuqyousay)

The Enchantress manages to distill Magik’s Darkchylde out of Illyana and sends her out into Asgard. Evilyanna manages to recruit Wolfsbane, Sunspot and a fae-corrupted Magma, while Warlock (the only one who’s got his eyes on the plot) saves Doug and picks up Karma, Dani and Sam. The group then finally reunites and Karma makes quick work of the Enchantress’ hold on Illyana. In retribution, Magik sends a manacled Enchantress to Limbo as a gift to S’ym. (S’ym is not to harm her, which sidesteps some unfortunate implications. Phew!)

Sam cautions them to get the X-Men, but since they all have unfinished business on Asgard and want to screw things up for themselves, the New Mutants decide to save Ororo all on their own! Claremont thinks differently, however, deciding to add yet another team to this already bloated cast.

See, apparently, Kitty and Illyana now have a psychic link, despite neither of them being telepathically inclined. Kitty dreams of Asgard and sees a Thorified Storm fighting the Darkchylde, because apparently this connection is interdimensional! This is enough to convince the X-Men to go to Asgard and save the New Mutants! And they will travel to this otherworldly realm using the magical thunderbolts that some C-lister villain left behind three annuals ago! 

Yeah, Claremont is definitely taking a few narrative shortcuts here. But who cares! It’s time to suit up!

This is about the least subtle DUN DUN DUN I’ve ever seen, and I watch daytime soap operas. Oh, Maddie. (X-Men Annual ‘85)

While I get that the Phoenix makes for a cool style guide, Rachel, you’re kind of dressing as the thing that killed Cyclops’ wife. And even if he’s not on the team, you’re also kind of dressed as the thing that killed Wolverine and Colossus’ friend, so…

Like I said, narrative shortcuts. 

Also, we’re at the point where Rachel told the X-Men Cyclops is her dad, but not Cyclops himself. Cyclops, on the other hand, suspects but is unwilling to ask. ffs

In the grand style of villains everywhere, Loki reveals his masterplan to his pet bird: he plans to groom her as the new God of Thunder, replacing Thor and making him the ruler of Asgard! Evil! Feminist, but evil. He also reveals Storm is under his magical thrall: for example, he is turning her desire to get her powers back against her. Meanwhile, the New Mutants are following Loki until he suddenly shoots them down! (It doesn’t help that they’re riding in Warlock, who’s transformed in an airplane, which are decidedly not native to Asgard.) Once again, the New Mutants are split up. Most importantly, Douglas and Warlock are separated from the rest and they use that opportunity to have sex for the first time. 

There is (once again) no heterosexual explanation for this. (X-Men Annual ‘85)

The X-Men, meanwhile, save the wolf prince that’s simply smitten with Rahne from some trolls. As Hela comes to collect the souls of the trolls, she commends Phoenix for being the new, well, Phoenix! (Which is perhaps a clue that your choice is slightly problematic.) The wolf admits to tracking Rahne and the X-Men follow him until they run into the City of Asgard. Here, they split up: Kitty, Rachel and Wolverine infiltrate the city while Rogue, Nightcrawler and Cyclops follow the wolf. But first… Rogue gets them some outfits, so they can blend in.

I’m assuming Rogue raided either a temple or a brothel. (X-Men Annual ‘85)

In the City, these three reunite with Roberto, who does not want to go home. He is blinded by the glory of being a beloved hero in Asgard, plus he’s on the outs with his parents, especially his dad. Wolverine’s pep-talk is interrupted by aggressive rock trolls and though they emerge victorious from this battle – thanks in part because of the melded Douglas/Warlock – Wolverine ends up horribly poisoned! Oh no! (This was before Wolverine’s healing factor gave him basic immortality, so there’s actual stakes.)

The other three chase the wolf and run into Rahne, Karma and Illyana, just as she’s doing a locator spell on Loki. (My God, this recap would be six times shorters if all these people just fucking stuck together in cohesive groups.) Loki plays a reverse Uno, using Magik’s spell to teleport to them and, together with an enthralled Storm, he captures them all.

Dani, meanwhile, sees a death omen around Wolverine and finally realizes she’s a Valkyrie. Don’t look a winged horse in the mouth, etc.

Loki throws a banquet to commemorate the deification of Storm! That’s when the X-Men and the New Mutants attack! (All of them! Some are disguised as Vikings; the others just escaped from Loki’s cell.) Despite the X-Men trying to stop her, Storm still grabs Loki’s big hammer.

Fair’s fair, this would have been a great way for Claremont to give Storm her powers back. Besides, this look is dope enough to warrant a shift in status-quo. (X-Men Annual ‘85)

Wolverine begs Storm to see reason, but then he keels over due to the poison. Hel, always a professional, appears, comes to claim Logan’s soul. This causes Storm to snap out of her enthrallment and together with Phoenix, Cyclops, Dani and Dani’s new sisters, they chase off Hel and Wolverine survives.

Kitty, meanwhile, indulges in her favourite hobby: shouting at people in authority. She tells Loki off, informing him that he can’t hope to stop them all. What’s worse, they’ll spread the truth about Loki’s perfidy throughout Asgard – which, if my Norse mythology serves me well, they should already be aware of, but whatever – which will endanger his plans of Asgardian domination.

Loki, who’s finally had enough of this storyline – as have I – relents and gives them one rule: either they all go, or none of them go. And they have to forfeit everything they got in this land, including Rahne’s wolf lover (aw!) and Amara’s elf form (yay!). In order to prevent this storyline from being completely useless, Karma keeps her physique and Dani keeps her new horse. Yeah, even Loki doesn’t give a fuck anymore about the rules he established two panels ago.

He offers Storm godhood one last time and this time, at her full wits, she denies him again. She’d love to fly again, but not at the expense of helping Loki. (It’s a nice narrative trick, because at this point, the audience is also rooting for Storm to get her powers back and this would be the perfect way to do so.)

Loki falls in love with Storm because she tells him no, presumably providing some keen insight into the hearts of men both mortal and divine, and then clicks his heels three times to send them home. They disappear and this finally, finally, ends Loki’s interest in our merry mutants.

DONE! 

Fine, two more highlights. Here’s Warlock saving the day as the Enterprise:

And here’s Warlock, proving he’s watched more Star Trek than Vikings:

My God, this plotline dragged on so long, it took me a year to write this.

#x-men #x-men abridged #abridged x-men #chris claremont #cyclops #professor x #madelyne pryor #rogue #nightcrawler #colossus #wolverine #shadowcat #shaman #talisman #northstar #aurora #sasquatch #puck #snowbird #loki #alpha flight #new mutants #canonnball #danielle moonstar #karma #sunspot #magik #magma #wolfsbane #cypher

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In other news: I'm officially starting a fanfic!

Big Hero 6: The Revived Series

Characters:

1. Big Hero 6:

Hiro Hamada

Baymax

Gogo Tomago

Fred

Honey Lemon

Wasabi

2. Big Hero Allies:

Heathcliff

Professor Granville

Karmi

Mini Max

Globby

Megan

Chief Cruz

Roddy Blair

Rishi Patel

Aiko Miyazaki (New)

Regina Miyazaki (New)

Supporting:

Aunt Cass

Professor Callaghan

Olivia Mole

Professor Kameela (New)

Mr. Sparkles

Noodle Burger Boy

Hyper Potamus

Crushroom

Hangry Panda

Villains:

Obake 2.0

Mechadama (New)

Mr. Yama and co.

The Fujitas (New)

Hardlight

Momakase

Mad Jacks

Nega-Globby

Di Amara

Chris

Cobra

Other characters:

Tadashi Hamada

Noel Miyazaki (New)

Mr. Miyazaki (New)

Ms. Miyazaki (New)

THIS POST WILL BE UPDATED EVERY TIME I FEEL LIKE ADDING A NEW OC OR CHARACTER ON MY ALT ACC, GimeGimeMore

#big hero 6 #big hero six #bh6 the series #hiro hamada #baymax #gogo tomago #honey lemon #wasabi #fred frederickson iv #mini max #fanfic

[itz-darktrax]

The dictionary defines evil as “profoundly immoral and wicked.” In Big Hero 6 The Series there are a few villains who deserve the title of being evil. Because in my eyes being evil means you also dare to hurt or kill people. Those people are Obake Aken, Diane (Di) Amara, and Momakase. Today I’m going to psychoanalyze them to see why they are evil in the first place and why they need help deep down.

First up, Obake. The main antagonist in season 1 is infamous for trying to recreate the great catastrophe. It all started with his days at SFIT. He was a young prodigy just like Hiro. His mentor, the now Professor Granville encouraged him to explore fearlessly. Unfortunately, this caused a fatal accident with an experiment he was doing. Therefore, Obake suffers from a brain injury that causes him to lose the sense of morality or right and wrong. Because of the encouragement from Granville, he tries to destroy Sanfransokyo to get rid of “lower class” people and rebuild the city in his perfect image. When Hiro thwarted his plan to destroy the city with a star, Baymax offered to save Obake from his crumbling lair, but he refused probably because of the saying “A captain always goes down with his ship” and to stew in his failure. You know that Obake’s condition was treatable, but he refused help from Baymax. He took some pride in his little incident and wanted to be the center of unethical knowledge and power. In the end, Obake had good intentions of making incredible breakthroughs but because of not having any limits he meets his demise. He had a lot of potentials. I’m not saying that he is 100% innocent. I’m saying that he needed help. A friend or someone to cope with. He was misguided.

Now, onto Diane Amara. She was Liv Amara’s clone after her Immortality project backfired on her. The clone was engineered to save her no matter the cost. She then posed as the real Liv for several years before she exposed herself to Hiro after he was kidnapped in the city of monsters. During those years posing as Liv, Diane ran Sycorax while trying to cure Liv. Her breakthrough came when Karmi was introduced as an Intern. Diane then exploited her to try to cure Liv without Karmi knowing while getting the supplies herself with the help of the mutated assistant named Chris. When Diane knew that Karmi alone couldn’t cure her she used Karmi to set up a trap to lure Hiro in and force him to save Liv with Karmi’s serum and Hiro’s microrobots. Similarly, to Obake, Diane was also misguided as she did not understand the limits to saving Liv. She biogenetically turned people into monsters to do her dirty work for her. This is what Liv didn’t want. If only Diane knew that. At this point, we know that Diane and her assistant are imprisoned to pay for her actions.

And finally, onto my favorite villain, Momakase. We first see her as one of the better -urm I mean the best sushi chef in Sanfransokyo. She was making food for Krei when it was all a ploy to steal his gravitational disruptor from Krei. She poisoned Krei and promised to give the antidote to him if he revealed the location of the gravity disruptor. So, he complied, and the first half was stolen. Yama then hired her again to steal the other half but was lost when she was captured by Aunt Cass during the food fight. We later find her now employed by Obake because of their mutual hatred of Big Hero 6. Momakase was then sent to Kidnap Karmi and use as bait to lure Big Hero 6 out. Momakase finally had her chance to get revenge on them. Especially Hiro after landing her in jail. Later in the season, she helps Obake carry out the events in countdown to catastrophe.

After Obake’s death, she invests in Sycorax which in return gives her mutated powers to again try to defeat Big Hero 6. Now let’s speed up to the episode named “Hiro The Villain” where Diane is now incarcerated and Momakase is once again out on her own. When learning about the location of the family swords she extorts Hiro to use his technical abilities to help Momakase carry out a heist in Yama’s place. Once the swords are retrieved and they’re about to make their escape, Hiro questions why they stole normal-looking katanas. Momakase then answers with keys to her past. Those swords were her family’s passed down from generation to generation. Gangsters threaten Momakase’s family, and her father traded the swords for their safety. There she says the very reason that she became a villain. “I vowed to never be pushed around again.” And honestly, I relate to that. But first, let me wrap up Momakase. So, at the end of the episode, Hiro and Momakase were caught by Big Hero 6. Where they fought. Hiro urged Momakase to not hurt anyone. Despite that Momakase still attempts to stab Gogo and Wasabi only to be saved by Hiro and his sonic wave Cannon. At the end of the episode when Hiro was exposed and explained himself, the SFPD was alerted to the location. At the time Momakase and BH6 were both fugitives. So, to ensure that Big Hero 6 escapes Momakase diverts the police away from their location and both parties escape successfully. This is the beginning of her journey to becoming an Anti-Hero. Unfortunately, the series didn’t develop that as much but hey that’s what is content creators a here for. The reason we knew she became an antihero is that in season 3 we last see her help Big Hero 6 de chip with mascots with the coordination of Hiro. It’s amazing to see how far she has come from a contracted ninja thief to an anti-hero helping Big Hero 6. God, I miss my knife-wife so much!

Anyways in the last paragraph, I say I relate to Momakase’s reason for being evil. Now let me tell you why. As some of you may know that I’m evil. It’s obvious is it not? If not, then look at my blog’s page and then come back. There now you know. But do you know why? Well, if we’re close friends on discord then you may already know. Evil back story short it’s all because of my parents. They neglect and don’t care about me. They force me to bottle up my feelings and don’t even care about my mental health. They force me to do things I don’t like and insult me every chance they get. This way I’m being “pushed” around by my parents. And it’s the source of all my aggression in rage which I automatically turn into sadistic/murderous impulses. See the relationship?

I conclude with one last statement. Every villain deserves to be loved and helped. Because deep inside they need help. They want to be loved. They feel lost and alone. Most people are criminals because of something happening in their childhood or relationships. Like bad parents as an example. Or some people are just lost or desperate. My point is that we must emphasize with them. They’re humans after all aren’t they? They all want peace and everything nice. No matter how many brutal crimes they may commit. Honey lemon once said, “There is good in everyone”. And I 100% agree.

Let me know your thoughts in a reblog chain or in the comments. I would love to hear from you!

#big hero 6 the series #hiro hamada #diane amara #bh6 momakase #momakase #obake aken #baymax #psychoanalysis #dark talks

[bh6-fanfictionfeed]

Adventures In San Fransokyo (Book 1)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5IPKlsE

by BigHamada4

After Beating Yokai (A K.A Professor Callaghan), Hiro Goes To SFIT For The First Time As He Picks Piplup (Which Is a Forbidden Pokemon During That Day Because Since Nobody Wanted Her For 47 Weeks Professor Granville Had Requested For a Team To Get Rid of Her and Get a New Piplup, Basically Replace The Unwanted Piplup With a Different Piplup), And Goes To Rebuild Baymax, During Which Yama Has Kidnapped Baymax's Skeleton, And Created Duplicates, After Hiro and Friends Defeated Yama, They Became Big Hero 6, But There's a Creepy Villain Spying On Them.

Words: 57, Chapters: 1/27, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Movies & TV Series But With Pokemon In Them

Fandoms: Big Hero 6 (2014), Big Hero 6: The Series (Cartoon), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Anime)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hiro Hamada, Cass Hamada, Mochi (Big Hero 6), Baymax (Big Hero 6), Honey Lemon (Big Hero 6), Wasabi-No Ginger, Fred | Fredzilla, Go Go Tomago, Mr. Yama (Big Hero 6), Grace Granville, Karmi (Big Hero 6), Liv Amara, Orso Knox, Alistair Krei, Globby (Big Hero 6), Felony Carl (Big Hero 6), Momakase (Big Hero 6), Barb (Big Hero 6), Juniper (Big Hero 6), Noodle Burger Boy (Big Hero 6)

Relationships: Baymax & Fred | Fredzilla & Wasabi-No Ginger & Hiro Hamada & Honey Lemon & Go Go Tomago, Grace Granville & Hiro Hamada, Grace Granville & Karmi, Hiro Hamada & Karmi, Hiro Hamada/Karmi, Liv Amara & Hiro Hamada, Liv Amara & Karmi, Felony Carl/Globby (Big Hero 6), Hiro Hamada & Momakase

Additional Tags: Superheroes, Supervillains, Alternate Universe - Pokemon Fusion, Pokemon Battles, Human & Pokemon Friendship

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5IPKlsE

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Big hero six fanfiction #big hero 6 fanfiction

[autumnshighlady]

Teacher's Pet

Nesta Archeron x female!reader

first part in The Professor Series

summary: Dr. Archeron is the strictest professor you've ever had. No matter how hard you try, you can't get her to praise your work. That is, until she calls you into her office

warnings: smut, power dynamic, mean Nesta Archeron, 18+ only

word count: 3.7k

request: my legs shake just thinking about Professor Nesta x reader. Nesta being a serious, rigid and sadistic teacher. And the student being the typical exemplary student

a/n: this is part one of my professor series! each fic will be on the shorter side so I can get as many characters done as possible. Enjoy!

series playlist on Spotify here

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You sat in the centre seat at the front row of class, furiously scribbling down notes in your book. Your hand ached with the effort to keep up with the professor’s sharp voice, but you fought through it. The echoing of pens on paper filled the lecture hall, a dull background noise amidst the lecture on classical literature. It was the only class where every single student paid attention and behaved, for fear of suffering the wrath of the icy professor, Dr. Nesta Archeron.

The female was the most feared teacher in Velaris, known for her sharp tongue, tough grading, and zero tolerance policy for bullshit. She commanded the classroom like a general over an army, with complete and utter authority. She was also the hardest one to get praise from, much to your disappointment. You were a straight-A student, always at the top of your class. Your teachers had always loved you, often commenting on your intelligence and eagerness to learn. 

All except Dr. Archeron.

No matter how hard you tried, you were unable to get a single positive comment from her. The most you’d gotten was a nod of her head, and even that earned you hushed congratulations from your classmates around you. Therefore, you had made it your mission to get one compliment from her before you graduated. And you had three months left, and so far nothing.

It was particularly difficult to concentrate today, however. The professor had her hair done up in its usual coronet, a few loose strands framing her sharp face. She was wearing a black turtleneck that hugged her curves, forcing you to keep your eyes on her face. It was paired with a dark brown pencil skirt and sheer black tight underneath, topped off with knee high black boots. In other words, she looked stunning. Well, she looked that way every day, but for some reason today your brain decided to fixate on it even more.

God, those boots made you want to just drop to your knees in front of her–

“Miss (Y/N).” A familiar sharp voice snapped you out of your trance, making you look up. Dr. Archeron was staring down at you, an unimpressed scowl written across her features.

“Yes, ma’am?” You asked, voice quiet. Your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and you just wanted to crawl under the desk beneath her grey gaze.

“Did you even hear my question, or were you too busy daydreaming?” She demanded, arms crossed.

“No ma’am.” You answered sheepishly, wringing your hands together. “If you could possibly repeat–”

She cut you off, voice as cold as ancient stone. “No. This is the third time I’ve caught you distracted in this class today. Since I’m clearly distracting you from daydreaming, you have no reason to be here.”

Your heart dropped in your stomach. Never before had a teacher spoken to you this harshly. It made tears well up in your eyes. “Professor–” You began to protest, but were interrupted once again.

“Leave, now. See me in my office at 5pm.” She did not spare you a single glance as she turned away to resume the lecture.

Fighting back the tears, you gathered your stuff as hastily as possible. Nearly tripping over your bag, you scurried out of the classroom, letting the door slam aggressively behind you. It was childish, and you regretted it immediately once you realised you’d have to face the professor again later.

5pm was a strange time to meet in her office, you thought to yourself. Normally most professors have left campus by then, but you didn’t think much of it. Tossing your stuff on a nearby bench, you sat down and put your head in your hands. You couldn’t hold the tears back any longer, and they began to fall down your face. You spent the entire semester trying to get Dr. Archeron to like you, and you had just blown it. All because your stupid brain got distracted by how good she looked. You were no better than a man.

“Hey, doll.” The cheerful voice of the archival studies professor, Dr. Helion, sounded a few feet away.

You quickly wiped your tears, trying hard as possible to hide the evidence of your crying before lifting your head to meet his bright gaze. “Hi, Dr. Helion.” You said, hoping he was on his way to a meeting or something and would pass by.

The professor paused, cocking his head. “What’s wrong, sugar?”

His kind voice broke your composure, and you began crying again. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. Helion was not phased, however. He took a seat next to you, placing a large hand on your shoulder. “It’s ok.” He murmured, rubbing your back. “Let it out.”

After a few minutes of sobbing underneath the professor’s touch, you finally caught your breath. You felt a little better having cried – Dr. Helion was the go-to professor for informal life advice. He was popular amongst the students not just for his stunningly good looks, but his wisdom. You knew you weren’t the first student to cry on his shoulder, and wouldn’t be the last.

“So,” He said. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

“My literature class,” You mumbled, wiping your hair from your face. “I got kicked out.”

Dr. Helion frowned. “Kicked out? What’d you do, kill someone in the middle of class? You’re my best student!

You laughed. “I think I’d feel better if I had killed someone and gotten kicked out. She just… Dr. Archeron got so mad because I missed her question. I don’t think I deserved to be kicked out for that. I have to go see her in her office later today, I’m worried she’s going to fail me or something.”

Dr. Helion sighed, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “That’s fair. Dr. Archeron is tough, that’s for sure. See what she has to say when you meet with her, then give her your side of the story. She’s strict, but reasonable. Don’t let it get to you. You’re a brilliant student.”

You smiled at him, the anxiety in your stomach easing up at his comfort. “Thank you, professor.”

“Anytime.” He stood up and began to walk away, but turned to face you one last time. “Just between you and me, she likes you. That’s why she was so tough on you. She wants you to succeed.” Helion flashed you a wink before departing down the corridor, leaving you more confused than ever.

Dr. Archeron liked you? Enough to mention it to Dr. Helion? It seemed like she hated you just as much as any other student. It only made your nervousness come back as you checked the time, groaning when you realised you had six hours to kill before your meeting with Dr. Archeron. Literature was your only class for the day, and you lived all the way on the other side of the city. It wasn’t worth the long trek there and back, so you decided to find something to eat and review next week’s readings while you waited.

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Finally, 4:55pm came. You checked your outfit one last time in the bathroom mirror. You donned a simple pair of leggings with a low-cut red tank top that made your boobs look good. A soft grey cardigan was draped over your shoulders, your hair left down and framing your face. You normally tried to look a bit less casual, but today was not your day it seemed. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves you took the steps down the hallway to Dr. Archeron’s office door.

4:58pm.

You paced back and forth outside her door, overthinking. You weren’t sure if you should wait two minutes in case she was busy, or if you should knock early. At this point, you didn’t want to do anything to risk her wrath again, so you continued to pace until you heard a stern, “Come in, (Y/N).”

Sighing, you pushed open the door and stepped inside Dr. Archeron’s office. It was a beautiful space – rich, wooden shelves with hundreds of old books lining them, a large green sofa with plush white pillows at either end, and a beige rug in front of the desk that adorned the centre of the room. The professor didn’t look up as you closed the door behind you. “Were you trying to make a hole in the floor? I could hear you pacing from in here.”

“Apologies, professor.” You muttered, taking a seat in the armchair across the desk.

“Speak up.” She demanded, still not sparing you a glance as she continued writing something on a piece of paper.

“I…” Your voice trailed off, unsure of what to say. You were at a loss – normally you excelled in conversation with professors, the skill coming naturally to you. But your throat was dry, and no words came out.

Finally, Dr. Archeron looked up at you. Her grey eyes met yours, utterly unflinching. “You’re nervous.” She stated rather than asked.

You paused the wringing of your hands. “No–”

“Let’s not lie to each other, shall we?” The professor said, putting down her pen and resting her elbows on the desk. “I’ll try again. You’re nervous.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“You make me nervous.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself. You felt your face getting red again. To your surprise, the corner of Dr. Archeron’s lip twitched.

“Because I’m a strict, heartless professor?” She said casually. “I know my reputation. I’m proud of it. It gets students to obey me. I’ve heard many great things about you, miss (Y/N). You’re a star student. Perhaps I make you nervous because I don’t sing praises in your ear for everything you do?”

You flinched at her harshness. It felt like an insult, like she was mocking you for being praised so much. Defeated, you admitted a quiet “Yes.”

You looked down at your hands as the sound of a chair scraping on the floor echoed throughout the room. High heels clacked on the wood as the professor walked around to the front of her desk. She was standing less than two feet away from you. “Look at me.” She said sternly. You obliged, lifting your chin up to meet her gaze. She stared down at you with a level of softness you hadn’t seen before. Her brows weren’t furrowed in disappointment, but relaxed in their natural arched position.

“Listen to me closely,” She said. “You do not need praise from me. You know why? Because you’re a good student and you know it. You don’t need it validated by me. Have confidence in your own intelligence and capabilities. A female as smart as you shouldn’t be reduced to tears just from me sending her out of class for zoning out.”

You sucked in a breath at her words. They were harsh, yes, but kind in their own way. You couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered at her compliment, which was redundant to her point but you let it slide. “Thanks.” You said quietly, fighting to keep the smile off your face.

“Which brings me back to why you’re here in the first place.” Dr. Archeron continued, crossing her arms. “You zoned out three times today. You’ve been doing that lately and I want to know why. Is my content boring or do I just make you that nervous?”

“Your content isn’t boring, ma’am.” You said quickly.

She smirked, which unsettled you. “So it’s the second one then?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but closed it. You had no idea what to say – either you denied it, and then had to come up with a bullshit reason why you were zoning out; or you admit the humiliating reason why your attention was drifting off to fantasyland where you were bent over Dr. Archeron’s desk and letting her have her way with you. “No–” You began.

“I thought you were going to be a good girl and be honest with me.” 

Your thoughts came to a screeching halt as her words hit you. Good girl, the phrase that was your unfortunate weak point. It seemed your professor knew it too, the way her smirk deepened at your reaction. “That’s what I thought.” She said, pride seeping into her voice.

You wanted to drop dead right then and there. There was no way you were getting out of this – she KNEW about your crush on her. You could tell she had figured it out a while ago, and was cornering you now to confirm it. You began spewing apologies faster than your brain could comprehend. “I’m so sorry, ma’am, I didn’t mean–”

“I wouldn’t want your…. nervousness, let’s call it,” Dr. Archeron hummed, emphasising the word ‘nervousness’ in a mocking way. “To get in the way of your learning. Looks like it’s my responsibility to get you to relax around me.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

She placed a finger to your lips, shushing you. “Stand up.” She ordered. You obliged, pushing the chair back and letting the cardigan fall off your arms as you stood up. The room suddenly felt much smaller as Dr. Archeron took a step towards you. Her face was inches from yours, and you could smell her sweet scent around you.

“Dr. Archeron…” You whispered, not sure what you were asking.

“Nesta.” She corrected, voice gentle. “In here, you can call me Nesta.”

“Nesta.” You said, experimenting with the sound of her name on your tongue. You had never even dreamed of calling her by her first name. In all your wildest fantasies, you had only addressed her as ‘ma’am’ or ‘professor’. Never this intimate.

She took another step closer, her lips now centimetres from yours. “If you do not want this, you may leave at any time and we will never speak of it again.” She said calmly. “I will not hold you to anything.”

“Please,” Was all your dry mouth was able to muster. Thankfully, Nesta understood what you needed, and pressed her lips to yours. 

They were the softest lips you had ever kissed, tasting like spiced red wine against your tongue as you melted into her mouth. Nesta grabbed your hands and placed them on her waist, allowing you to touch her. “Relax.” She muttered against your lips. You squeezed her hip gently, and she groaned into your mouth, pleased. 

Nesta reached up and cupped your jaw in her slender hands, deepening the kiss further. Gods, you had never been kissed like this before. The world spun around you as you eagerly opened your mouth up to her, letting her tongue explore wherever it wished. You whined when her lips eventually left yours, gasping for breath.

“Don’t pout.” She scolded, reaching down and grabbing the bottom of your tank top. “Lift up your arms.”

You did so, allowing her to pull the tank top over your head and discard it somewhere on the floor. You had opted to go braless today, leaving your breasts exposed to the warm air of the office. Wetness pooled between your legs as Nesta shamelessly drank in your topless figure, her grey eyes darkening.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me and let me take care of you.” She said huskily. “I want you to relax around me. It’s your reward for being my top student.”

You nodded, reaching to grab her waist again. You needed her closer. Nesta obliged, but walked you back until your legs hit the large green sofa, forcing you to sit down. Nesta followed suit, landing beside you and wasting no time in bringing her hands up to your breasts to squeeze as her lips attached themselves to your neck. You whimpered, arching up into her touch. Her hands were strong, kneading at the flesh of your breasts as she sucked marks on your neck that sent a tingle up your spine and heat between your legs.

“That’s it, pet.” She purred. “Let me hear those pretty noises.”

You bit your lip, worried about any lingering students or staff hearing the noises you so desperately wanted to make. Nesta sensed your hesitation and brought her mouth down to your nipple, giving it a harsh suck and causing you to cry out. “That’s more like it.” She said, satisfied. You gripped her shoulders as she worked her mouth on your breast, biting and sucking and kissing before she moved to the other one.

Without thinking, you bucked your hips in the air, yearning for some relief. Nesta released your right breast with a lewd popping noise. “Desperate already, are we?” She teased, trailing a finger down your stomach to the top of your leggings. “Normally I’d have you on your knees begging for it, since you didn’t listen to me several times today. But just this once, I’ll let it slide. You’ll learn my rules soon enough.”

You lifted your hips, granting her access to pull your leggings and panties off in one go. You were instantly naked on her couch, the slick between your legs visible. Nesta unabashedly stared down at your newly exposed pussy, licking her lips like a cat. “My, my, you’re soaked, pet. Is that all for me?” She cooed, running a finger lightly over your slit.

“Yes,” You gasped at her touch. “All for you.”

Seemingly pleased with your eager answer, Nesta kissed your lips once again, muffling your moans as she gathered your wetness on her fingers and rubbed your clit. Your body sang in response, her hand applying just enough pressure to take the edge off but not enough to push you towards the edge. You had a death grip on the couch cushion, toes curling as your fantasies unfolded before you. 

After rubbing your clit for a few minutes, Nesta harshly pushed you into the couch so you were laying down, head propped up on one and while your lower body was just at the edge. She kissed her way down your chest, then your stomach, then her lips hovered above your core. “Beg.” She demanded sternly.

“What?” You breathed heavily. “But you said–”

“I changed my mind. You make such pretty sounds. I want you to beg me to eat you out.”

“Please…” You whimpered, closing your eyes.

“Do better. And look at me while you beg.”

You opened your eyes and groaned at the sight of Nesta’s face less than an inch away from where you wanted it most. “Please, Nesta.” You begged. “Please touch me. Please eat my pussy, I’m begging. I need you, please.”

“Much better.” Nesta said before lowering her head and licking up your slit. You let out a deep moan, back arching into her touch. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around her body, pulling her closer and causing her to chuckle against you, which sent vibrations down your legs. Her golden brown hair was glowing in the light from all the different candles in the room, making her look like a goddess kneeling before you, a mere mortal in comparison. Nesta’s tongue was as skilled as it was sharp, flicking against your clit in a way that made your legs involuntarily twitch.

The room was filled with lewd slurping sounds and moans. In the back of your mind, you wondered if anyone could hear you. Surely, most staff were gone by now, having headed home for the weekend. Any remaining students would be in the other building studying for the last few hours. But you couldn’t deny that the possibility of someone hearing the noise from Nesta’s office excited you. You were a good student, never in a million years did you think that you’d be naked in a teacher’s office with your legs spread for them.

Two of Nesta’s fingers slipped inside of you, curling upwards and instantly finding that spot that made you see stars. Your hand reached down and grabbed her hair, fingers messing tangling in her perfect braid. You whimpered – her tongue and fingers felt so good, you weren’t sure how long you could hold off your climax. You wanted to stay in this moment forever, with Nesta between your legs and your head thrown back in pleasure on her couch. But that familiar tension began to build up in your stomach, and your breaths began shortening.

“That’s it, pet.” Nesta muttered against your clit, her hot breath on the bundle of nerves intensifying the pleasure. “Be a good girl for me and cum. Let yourself go.”

Minutes later, you felt your legs twitch as the coil in your abdomen finally snapped, sending your release barrelling through your body. You moaned out Nesta’s name, tightening your grip on her hair and bucking your hips into her face. The world spun around you, falling away as you got lost in your pleasure. Your clit began oversensitive beneath her mouth as she came down from your high, sending waves of fuzziness through your legs.

You panted heavily as Nesta finally pulled her lips and fingers from your cunt, opening your eyes and watching in awe as she stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked the remaining juices off. “You taste as sweet as you look.” She purred, planting a kiss on your lips before striding over to where your clothes had been discarded. All you could do was lay there, gathering your bearings and wondering if it was all just a dream.

With a tenderness you didn’t know she possessed, Nesta helped you get dressed. She gently pulled the leggings on, and eased your arm through the armholes of the tank top while you pulled it down. Once she finished draping your cardigan over your shoulders, she stopped back, her face smug. “I expect now you’ll be less nervous around me, won’t you?” She said coolly. 

You couldn’t help but smile sheepishly. “Yes, I think so.”

Nesta folded her arms. “Good, but don’t think this gives you a free pass for anything. I still expect the best from you, whether I praise you for it or not. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She smiled wickedly, returning to her seat at her desk and picking up a pencil, continuing her work. Save for the now messy coronet hair, she looked exactly as she had when you first walked in. “Good. Now get out of my office.”

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[thehighladywrites]

Professor Eris x reader, texts

summary: texts between you and your professor (lover)

warnings: some suggestiveness, mdni, swearing

amara’s note: this is a filler post for the series while i work on the next chapter💀😭💗 i’m sorry it’s taking so long, it will be posted by sat or sun🤞🏽also this was on the bottom of my queue list but i HAD to bump it up, enjoy😈

#talkswithamara #acotar #acotar x reader #a court of thorns and roses #acotar imagine #i need eris so bad rn y’all i’m not joking #eris vandaddy #eris acosf #eris vanserra acotar #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra acowar #eris vanserra #eris acowar #eris acotar #eris x reader #eris a court of thorns and roses #professor eris vanserra #professor eris #professor x reader #student x professor #acotar smau #smau #texting #text post

[askaceattorney]

Dear Miraz van Nohrr,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: No, because we are not allowed.

.....

No seriously, we all agreed not to ever do that. We answer each other’s letters. It would be a bit unfair, since most of us write a lot of letters. I won’t give any of the other mods’ letters away, but I will reveal two letters I did that was left under anonymous. Co-Mod answered those for me.

Mod Justice: I can confirm that I spoke to M.E. about this during my early days as a Mod.

Dear Christianthefool,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: I did answer those actually. Here are these links.

By the way, you are only allowed to send five letters a day. I deleted the first five letters you sent. The ones that will be answered are Mael Stronghart, Seishiro Jigoku, Courtney Sithe, Enoch Drebber, and Olive Green. Please follow the rules from now on.

(Referenced Letter)

Dear Inferno,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Thanks for informing me and sorry for the mistake. Though, I notice you always report any errors I make via letters. Could you report to me in the comment section of the post? This way, I can answer you right away and inform you when the letter is fixed.

(Referenced Letter)

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: No, it doesn’t or did you miss these two:

The spirit can’t be channeled if they’re already in the Twilight Realm or whatever you call the place spirits go to. The man writing the letter had just died and now is joining with the other spirits where they reside. As such, it makes no sense for Mia to be channeled. That’s why I used her living sprite instead.

Mod Justice:

Yeah, that’s... probably for the best, honestly...

(Hope Mia enjoys the new company...)

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: If you made a mistake in your letter, that is on you. I’m not changing letters if they were mistakes made by you when you wrote those letters. If you sent a letter, realized you made a mistake, then sent a separate letter informing us about a mistake you made before we answer it, you can write ahead of time and let us know. You can even send a revised version of the previous one you sent and ask us to delete the previous one, but that’s as far as we’ll go. Once it’s posted, no changes can be made. At most, you can ask us to delete it.

(Referenced Letter)

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Non of us know, because we were not mods at the time this was written. I believe Modot wrote that, if I’m not mistaken; however, he no longer runs this blog.

Dear Dawsongfg,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Don’t know. Don’t care.

Mod Justice:

BAD PUN, NO POINTS.

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: 

You are very welcome. And yes, Shelly de Killer enjoys torturing Matt Engarde. Deserves it in my opinion.

(Referenced Letter)

Chief Mod Edgeworth: My apologizes. We’ve tried fixing it, but there’s only so much duct tape can do to fix a broken wall.

Mod Justice: Are you kidding me?!

You mean to say that... all this time... we’ve only been using DUCT TAPE to hold that Fourth Wall together?

(DAMMIT, CHIEF!)

Dear A1tam0nt,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: It’s fine to have letters from the Sherlock Holmes canon characters and include canon things that have happened in the books, movies or series. However, they will be treated like the canon characters from Professor Layton. Also, keep in mind that we are limited to our knowledge of the Sherlock Sholmes series and books.

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: What do these mean? Explain please.

Mod Justice:

............Really?

(This is partially why I took a break from responding to letters, goddammit.) 

Mod Franziska: I don’t get the ceiling one, but the shelly one is funny I admit.

(Referenced Letter)

Dear Draph91,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: I actually forgot about that. That’s a very good point. At first, I didn’t think it made logical sense since it was found in Rayfa’s room. Then, I realized Amara was Nana, so it did make sense.

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: No, I haven’t. You can send us the link if you’d like for us to take a read. Won’t make any promises, though.

(Referenced Letter)

(Referenced Link)

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Actually, it does. When you look at the original name of Manfred and Franziska von Karma, their last names were “Karuma.” Not to mention Karuma literally means Karma in Japanese.

It may shock you, maybe it doesn’t, but we do take the original Japanese canon into consideration. The writers and game developers had originally intended to link the name of the sword to the von Karma’s or Karuma’s. Even the link you provided only states that Franziska was born and raised in Germany, which she has stated in past letters if I remember correctly. That doesn’t mean she’s not Japanese-German. Her father and mother were born in Japan, perhaps had their first child there, then moved to Germany and had Franziska. Considering how diverse and open to immigration Germany is, it’s not as hard to believe as you’re making it out to be.

That is an interesting headcanon and you are allowed to have it, but we are sticking as close to canon as possible. If that means using the original Japanese canon as the default to explain things the localization can’t, then we shall use it. 

Personally, I find this complaint trivial. Why is it so bad for this blog to adopt things from the original canon as canon to the blog? If it contradicted localization canon, then you would have an argument, but we have been sticking to canon. Franziska was still born and raised in Germany, but is also full blooded Japanese because her parents were born and raised in Japan before immigrating to Germany. There is nothing wrong with treating that as canon in this blog. Literally, you’re the only person complaining about this. How about we agree to disagree and call it a day?

-The Mods

#Mod Post #Anonymous #christianthefool #ajanisapprentice #a1tam0nt #draph91 #Chief Mod Edgeworth #Mod Justice #Mod Franziska

[arctimon]

What If...? (Big Hero 6 Edition)

So the next Marvel series set to release is What If...?, a series of nine episodes that will focus on alternate events and timelines that occur within the Marvel Cinematic Universe.  The series, based off of the comic series of the same name, will premiere on August 11th, running straight through October 6th. The show was suppose to have ten episodes in both Season 1 and 2 (which is already being worked on), but producer Brad Winderbaum mentions in an interview that they had to push an episode back because of, you guessed it, the pandemic:

"We had to push an episode into Season 2. It was just, honestly, like everything else, that was a COVID impact," Winderbaum told Collider. "There was an episode that just wouldn't hit the completion date, but luckily we do get to see it in the second season of the show."

Judging by both the poster and the trailer, we know of a few scenarios: Peggy Carter becoming Captain America, an alternate Avengers lineup battling at New York, Black Panther as Star Lord, Marvel Zombies (of course there’s zombies), and Spider-Man as the Sorcerer Supreme.  Inverse has an article breaking all of the possibilities down.

A lot of the actors who portray their characters in live action will reprise their roles for the animated series, including the late Chadwick Boseman as Black Panther/Star Lord.  Star...Panther?  Black Lord? That last one sounds wrong. Among those not coming back are Robert Downey Jr. as Iron Man, Chris Evans as Steve Rogers, and Dave Bautista as Drax.  Bautista was, according to the man himself, wasn’t even asked to come back to voice Drax.  Others include Brie Larson as Carol Danvers, Tom Holland as Spider-Man, James Spader as Ultron, Zoe Saldana as Gamora, Elizabeth Olson as the Scarlet Witch, Letitia Wright as Shuri, Gweneth Paltrow as Pepper Potts, and various members of the Dora Milaje.  They have all apparently been confirmed to be appearing in What If...? in some form or another, but voiced by different people.

It will certainly be an interesting show, but I hope you can see where I’m going with this.

The Big Hero 6 fanbase has a lot of burning questions for the show and movie, and it’s not all just unanswered ones about what happens after the show ended.  I think collectively there are a few common “what-ifs” that we have in our minds about the team.  I think the most obvious one involves one of the Hamada brothers, and that branches off into other what-ifs as well.

Granted, not all of these are reality-altering hypotheticals like there are in the show or comics, but they can still change the course of the movie or show in a huge way.

1.) What if...Tadashi had survived the fire?

Tadashi being a survivor of the fire that takes down the exhibition hall brings up a few interesting conundrums.  Would he be scarred for life?  Would he even be able to complete school?

And if Hiro still made the team, would he end up becoming Sunfire like a lot of fans theorize?

The thing is that Callaghan knows that Tadashi died in the fire.  If he knew that he didn’t, would that change his motivations?  Would he still be using the Microbots knowing that the person that was trying to “stop” him was still alive? Alternatively, you also have...

2.) What if...Hiro had died instead of Tadashi?

Hiro was probably about two seconds away from being fully engulfed in that giant fireball.  It’s entirely plausible that he (or possibly both Hamadas) could have perished in the fire instead of his brother, which sort of leads to the same circumstances as the first question, just with different powersets.  Tadashi would no longer be tied to fire-based powers but the magnetic equipment that that Hiro currently uses.

But one has to think about whether Tadashi would be in the right state of mind to be a hero long term.  Seeing his kid brother perish in the accident would probably cause him to go insane, and perhaps the rest of the team would have to reel him in.

3.) What if...Baymax had killed Callaghan?

It’s worth noting that if Honey Lemon had been about three seconds later on getting the healthcare chip back into Baymax, this wouldn’t have been a “What If?” question.

And sure, the team would have saved the day, but at what cost?  The permanent scarring of a fourteen-year-old?  And what would have come of the major revelations after that fight concerning Project Silent Sparrow and Abigail?

Maybe they would have been the ones to build the portal to the other dimension to try to save her.  That would similar to what happened in the original manga (where Tadashi actually helps with the construction of the original portal and got sucked in as a result). 4.) What if...Baymax had saved Obake in “Countdown to Catastrophe”?

Obake dismissed Baymax after his hideout started collapsing near the end of Part 2, and you could tell that Baymax was seriously considering rescuing him before leaving him in his chair amongst the rubble.  Ultimately, however, he did leave him behind after Obake’s insistence.

Imagine what would have happened if he had gone against his programming and saved his life.

The relieved group hug on the beach would have been replaced with a disheveled (and probably a little damp) Obake.  Hiro would have been staring hiim down in disbelief.  Perhaps there would even be another fight, or at least the makings of one.

And then Obake would give himself up for arrest.

Maybe that’s where Chief Cruz could have been introduced.  It would have given a good lead into the next season, and it would give Megan’s meeting with Hiro in Season 2 a little bit more meaning.

And finally, because I’m a shipper and we have to go there:

5.) What if...Karmi had never left SFIT at the end of “City of Monsters”?

We know from the boards that Bob Schooley posted that “City of Monsters” was originally going to end very differently than what actually made the final cut.  It seemed that Karmi, in addition to getting a nonsensical boyfriend named “Flammarion”, was not suppose to leave SFIT in the early draft.

So what if Hiro had shown up to her lab, and instead of seeing this...

He saw this?

Or...something a little less dramatic?  Maybe just her packing up stuff because she’s in the process of leaving?  And Hiro had to say something in order for her to stop what she was doing? And how exactly would you achieve that? See, if that scenario happened, I think that this particular point would be where Hiro told her about being in Big Hero 6.  And of course Karmi wouldn’t believe him, even though she’s now in love with him crushing on him.

Then, he takes her to the base.

And she turns back to him with an incredulous look.

And roll credits.  What a cliffhanger to go into Season 3 with. I vaguely remember fanart depicting that exact scene (Hiro taking Karmi to the base), but I don’t remember who did it.  I would like to give them the proper credit. Season 3 would have looked totally different if that took place.  Maybe it would have been an actual season and not a bunch of mini stories.  Also...perhaps Karmi would have joined the team proper.

And maybe we would have finally had a giant canonical Karmiro moment.

...Now that is a big “What if?”.

(Marvel’s What If...? premieres on Wednesday, August 11th on Disney+.)

#big hero 6 #big hero 6 the series #big hero 6 season 3 #hiro hamada #tadashi hamada #big hero 6 movie #karmi #karmiro #marvel's what if #obake #liv amara #countdown to catastrophe #city of monsters #baymax #yokai #professor callaghan

[alioks-blog]

AND ANOTHER ONE! When... When "Liv Amara" got interested in Doc's Arms, did you mean it in "they are actually cool" or "I can use them with bad intentions"? I don't know much about Liv Amara or anything about Big Hero 6 for that matter so correct me and explain more!!!

Thank you for so many questions, friendo! :D :D Ahah, well, we already told you more in Discord, so you know what intentions Amara has, but it wasn't really because of the arms. We mean... It's kinda complicated, so let us explain.

"Liv Amara" is the leader of Sycorax, which is a bio-tech company that often draws ideas from mother nature, sometimes even improving them. So when she saw Otto's arms in action, she thought "Huh, that's just the right fit for our company!". Not to mention that it happened during the attack of mutated Orso Knox on the SFIT gala where she was supposed to give a speech.

(let's pretend it's some big object Orso threw)

(Also it was an excuse to draw him in a suit, ok? Ok.)

Sadly, the arms weren't durable enough, they weren't made to fight monsters, you know? So Knox managed to pull out a couple straight out of the backpack, damaging them. Otto was very upset about it, since fixing them won't be easy to afford. That's when support came from somewhere unexpected.

Amara didn't pay much attention to Octavius later... until she needed a robotics expert. She invited him on subfloor 9, just in case he would disagree and will want to run away. Which he did, because he noticed mutated Orso Knox being kept there, even though he was though to have been cured just the other day. That's when Amara wanted to give Otto no choice but to help her, and, well...

... The professor didn't manage to run away before he lost consciousness and had the chip implanted in him. Dang it, Karmi, why did you have to invent those extra-dermal nano-receptor stickers?

By this point, Otto's arms were more like a nice cool bonus for "Liv".

#SF!Otto #otto octavius #doc ock #spider-man #big hero 6 #big hero 6 the series #professor octavius #alioks_art #bh6 di amara #bh6 chris #A: Guess what I forgot to draw on the last sketch #The neurotransmitter! I forgot such an important detail! ;-;