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thehusbandoden · 1 month

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Lashing Out -Husband!Bakugo Katsuki x Wife!Reader

A/n: hope this is okay? Don't be afraid to leave feedback <3 Also I didn't know what to do for the title... gosh this sucks T^T

General info: Genre: angst to fluff/angst to comfort \\ wc: 1,270 \\ fem reader \\ posted: 03/19/24

Warnings!: angst, hurt, partner being harsh, partner being insensitive, crying, passive reader, mean Bakugo, and lashing out. I think that's all, pls let me know if I missed any!

You perk up as the front door opens, revealing your toned hubby. You giggle excitedly, your cheeks heating up and butterflies forming in your stomach from the sight of your beloved. It’s been three years since you said, “I do”, and yet you couldn’t help but fall in love all over again when your eyes met his attractive frame and familiar warm eyes.

Bakugo, however, didn’t seem as excited to see you. He lets out a sigh as you wrap your arms around him, slinging an arm around one of your shoulders half-heartedly before semi-gently pushing you off him as he closed the door.

You frown but shake it off. He must have had a hard day, right? It would be better to just be supportive and tone the affection down a bit. You follow him like a shadow as he takes his gauntlets off, dropping them to the floor. He strips his mask, neckpiece, and gloves off before slumping onto the couch.

You gently take his combat boots off, pulling his socks off and grabbing some lotion. He must be exhausted and sore from work, maybe a foot massage would help? You lovingly begin to massage his sore feet, shyly looking up at him every once and a while. He doesn’t respond, keeping his face buried in his pillow.

You continue to gently massage his feet as he lays on the couch mindlessly. Your fingernail grazes part of his foot, causing him to hiss and yank back, glaring down at you. “What are you doing?” He growls, shooting you a look of anger and... disgust.

“I-I was massaging your feet baby. You seem to be having a hard time so I-”

“Quit it. I’m not your baby, quite treating me like one. I don’t need you to coddle me. Go do something useful for once and leave me alone.” He spits, shooting you one last glare before darting off the couch and into your shared bedroom, slamming the door.

You feel tears sting your eyes, but you shake your head, refusing to let them fall. You gingerly stand up, putting Bakugo’s hero gear away. You pick up the house for a while before sighing. You step up to your bedroom door and gently knock.

“Ba- Katsuki? Can I come in?” You hear a grunt, not a clear yes or no.

You step inside quietly, walking up to your husband in bed. He was staring up at the ceiling with a snarl etched on his handsome face.

“What’s wrong, love? You know you can talk to me, right?” You murmur, placing your hand on his. He yanks his hand from yours, breaking the skin-on-skin contact. Your heart throbs in your chest, but you don’t push.

“I’m having a hard day. Don’t make it worse for me.” He grumbles, turning away from you.

“Did you eat?” You sigh, biting your lip in worry.

Bakugo growls softly as he glares at you. “Quit nagging me and leave me be. Get out of my face, woman.”

Your heart throbs harder against your chest as you feel tears sting your eyes. You nod quickly, looking at the floor so he doesn’t catch sight of your fragile emotional state.

“I’m going to go to bed, do you still want me out of here?” You murmur gently. Bakugo groans, glaring harshly at you.

“Yes! Get out of my hair! How many times do I need to repeat myself to you!?” You stand up as your heart throbs again. You quickly leave the room, causing Bakugo to huff in annoyance.

Tears form at the corners of your eyes as you check the doors to make sure they’re locked, turn off the lights, and quickly get ready for bed. You brush your teeth and grab an extra blanket. You didn’t have pajamas out here, and you didn’t want to disturb your tired husband, so you just laid in the smaller bed, trying to get comfortable without the familiar heat of your beloved next to you.

After tossing and turning for quite a while, you give up on sleep. Sighing, you hold yourself as you try to stop the tears. You know he’s just having a hard day, but it doesn’t make the throbbing in your chest lessen. You cradle a pillow close to your chest, hugging it tightly as you desperately try to not let any tears fall.

His harsh words flash in your mind as you try to drown them out.

One tear slides down your cheek.

The way he addressed you as “woman”, as if you weren’t anything but an object.

A second follows the first, the third swiftly following suit.

How harsh he was with you. It was like you were a coworker or past classmate, not his wife. Much less the woman he had spent loving, courting, and cherishing since the second year of high school.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth tear drop down your cheeks, causing the gates to crumble as multitudes of tears slip down your cheek, gathering at your chin before dripping onto your pillow.

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stay quiet. You fight with yourself for a few moments before coming to a conclusion... what’s the point? He’s upset with you no matter what you do... so why hold it in? Why bottle up your feelings?

A choked sob slips past your lips, tears quickening at your frustration for allowing yourself to make a sound. A second sob follows the first, and yet a third and fourth join your desperate cry for help.

You feel yourself falling apart, just above the brink. You rock yourself back and forth, sobbing into your hand. You feel like you’re about to drown... and then it all stops. A warm hand gently touches your shoulder, a soft, familiar voice sounding in your ears.

”Baby?”

A soft gasp falls from your lips, temporarily being drawn from your sorrow as your eyes meet crimson glory. Bakugo looks down at you in worry, quickly coming closer. He gingerly presses a hand to your upper arm in concern.

Your tears bubble up as you try to contain your emotions, unable to speak.

“Y/n baby... I-I don’t know what to say...” he mumbles, his hand finding it’s place on your head.

“S-Suki...” you blubber out, the tears slipping. Bakugo’s crimson eyes burn with guilt as he wraps his arms around you, gently lifting you into his arms, like he first did as he brought you home from your joyous wedding.

“Shhh it’s alright.” He murmurs in your ear, bringing you to your shared bedroom, laying you down on your bed. It was larger and much more comfortable. He quickly joins you, wrapping you into his hold and he whispers sweet things into your ear, an arm wrapped around you, a hand on your stomach and the other on your head, slowly petting your hair.

You sniffle, trying to hold it in as you cling to the man you love more than anything. “Shh let it out baby. Let it all out.” Bakugo murmurs in your ear, pressing a loving kiss to your temple.

You attempt to hold it in for a few more seconds before finally breaking, sobbing into your husband’s chest as you clench his shirt tightly. He caresses your head and back, kissing your endless tears away as he coos at you.

“Jerk.” You sob, holding onto him tighter.

“I know baby, I know. I’m sorry honey.” He mumbles against your skin, holding you a little tighter.

Bakugo Katsuki was not one to apologize, but he would do anything for his beloved wifey.

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wisteriaiswriting · 8 months

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gwen, miles & hobie hcs w/ reader who is heavy into alternative fashion :D

would they be on board? how do they feel?

𝕊/𝕆 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕠𝕟

Words: 1560

𝟜𝟚! 𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤: Pastel Goth

On earth 42 it’s constantly dark, so pastel fashion isn’t a common sight. Meaning for once, you’ve surprised him.

Whether or not you let him he will find a way to draw you. It could be a page dedicated to you in a sketchbook, with drawings and pictures. Or even graffiting you on the side of a building so everyone will see it. (Not worried about danger, they won’t be able to lay a hand on you.)

When something new steals your attention Miles will be on it instantly. And when the prowler wants something he gets it, so it’s guaranteed it’ll be in your hands by the end of the day.

If you have a pair of platforms (No matter the height,) he will wear them for a quick walk. You’d be surprised how well he can move in them, you’re pretty sure he ran through the city in them.

Ever so often when your back is turned he will steal a few pictures, all going into an album dedicated to you. Not that anyone will see them. (Aaron and Rio have caught him multiple times.)

His clothing is a lot darker, less goth but still similar vibes. On occasions he will just… throw a piece of his clothing at you. If you’re cold, his jacket is suddenly on your shoulders. A piece of clothing is missing? Not anymore, this is in its place.

If you are interested enough in ‘The Prowler,’ he might be willing to have another gauntlet made for you. Less dangerous of course but with your own personal touches, favourite colours and any other small detail will be added.

If you have similar size in clothing we will take something, not telling you either, letting you find out what he took. But if not, your accessories will do. Mainly jewllery so he has something of yours with him.

When he has a chance he will ‘play’ with your hair. Either doing elaborate styles or messing it up, ruffling it just before you shove him away. But won’t let you do his. (Yet, is worried you’ll want revenge.)

But if there are days you either can’t or don’t feel like making an outfit he is always ready. As soon as you say yes he suddenly becomes a fashion designer, laying clothes next to each other to test things, adding and taking accessories. Not stopping until he gets the perfect one.

𝟙𝟞𝟙𝟘! 𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤: Decora

He will compare you to his graffiti, (He means it in the nicest way possible.) and about how he loves both of you and how colourful you are.

At any chance given he will have his sketchbook whipped out, sketching away. And they end up as either a page (or a few) dedicated to you or as future graffiti artworks.

If you want anything whether it’s clothing or accessories he won’t let you pay, his money is already handed over. At some point you bought something on your own and he looked so betrayed. (He didn’t want you to spend your own money now that you have him.)

If you include those colourful band aids he gets so worried. He’s scared that you got hurt and he couldn’t protect you. (Please tell him they’re for design, he will be so worried.) But once he is told he is buying you band aids as well. Whether or not they match he is buying you spiderman ones.

Please let him help choose some accessories, he would be so happy. He knows you wear so many but even a small handful would be amazing! (If you have any red and/or black ones he will choose them. Although trying to fit them in.)

If there is a day where neither of you have money or the energy to go out for a new outfit he will make you one. (I believe he knows how to sew.) Just pick a pattern, a few colours and materials and let him work. It would be one of the most magical items.

Unlike 42! Miles this one can not walk in them, let alone stand. It could be a few extra inches of height and even his spiderman powers could not save him from tumbling headfirst. If he tries to walk you better be ready to help.

On days where he has no schoolwork or spiderman duties he’s taking you to a new cafe or market. (Somewhere new each time.) If he can see you happy, whether it is a new accessory, some food or just seeing you happy.

This dude is so obvious. He will try to sneakily take photos but will end up in your face for the right angle. But in the end he does get his wanted pictures. (Which he sends to the group chat of him, Gwen, Pav and Hobie. Who complain about him and his pictures.)

Both of your fashion choices clash. How bright and full on yours is compared to his basic and darker colours. But if you get cold, then them clashing doesn’t matter, he will wrap you in his jacket before you know it.

𝔾𝕨𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕪: Fairy Kei

Assuming you have a sketchbook she will look through it, (With permission this time, she has learned.) and fawn over everything in it.

If she finds out you press flowers she will bring you any she finds, most of the time she doesn’t know which ones they are. She might ask you to press them so she can frame and hang them in her room.

Whether or not you enjoy many things, if there is something she thinks you will like, it is suddenly in your room.

She will find any type of jewllery you wear and (with your permission,) swap a few bits around. A dark necklace with a flower filled pendant has been swapped with one of Gwen’s, gold with small blue gemstones.

When she is on a mission on another earth she will try to find any clothing or books you would enjoy, spending more than needed time on the earth searching through thrift stores for you.

There will be times where neither of you want to leave the comfort of her room. This ends with Gwen playing her drums while you do whatever you want.

In times where you were learning a new language she would try to learn along with you, but everytime she tried it didn’t end well. Always giving up within the first week, but it’s the thought that counts right?

She could spend up to days trying to write the most perfect love letter for you, only for it to end up in her drums so you, hopefully don’t find it. (Spoilers, you did.)

If you are interested in history, either all over or specific times she will bring you to other earths that revolve around them. (As long as it’s safe.)

If you have a drink each morning, she will find out the recipe and when you are away try to perfect her drink making skills. Even managing to surprise you one morning, having the drink made and sitting on the counter for you.

ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕖 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟: Cybergoth

Hobie is probably the most on board with your fashion, whether it's something you wear daily or only on occasions.

If you give him the opportunity he will add his own touches to your outfits, even your dread falls if you say yes.

Whether or not you say so he will 'borrow' any accessories he likes, flaunting them to *anyone who will look. *This includes everyone.* A good chunk of your fashion is similar to his, so every once in a while he will just… switch them.

If you go to any raves or anything similar he will join you if possible. (Always sneaking you both in.)

He will tease you when you ask him to wear something, but do it long enough and he will cave. Anything you want he will wear it, accessories to full outfits. (Not dread falls, he values his hair.)

If you ever want some new accessories or even an outfit he is your man. He will openly 'buy' (Steal) anything for you. Does it without you somehow knowing, realizing when they are sitting on your desk, along with a note from him.

Whether or not you wear makeup he will help you, but if you do? He is there for every step you do, wanting to get it right so he can help in the future. And when he does? You aren’t doing anything anymore, he is in charge of doing it every day now.

Because he is Spider-Punk and part of the spider society he is often busy doing things away from you. This means he has found other ways to bring you with him, in jewellry (that he stole from you.) or even pictures tucked into pockets. Will show them off to anyone nearby (main targets are Pavitr, Gwen or Miles.)

100% Has and will continue to make songs dedicated to you. Whether they are obvious or not he will know, and most of the time you do too. They can vary from yourself, your looks and fashion to him confessing his undying love for you. (Of course he'll make it so confusing so no one will ever realize.)

Soon enough Hobie will fall in love with your fashion style, and how it makes a statement easily. And what better way to make a statement is with bright and surprisingly comfortable clothing. Often enough you will catch him with matching pieces of clothing, he says they’re comfortable and that’s the only reason but you know, he wants to match.

#atsv x reader #mile morales x reader #gwen stacy x reader #hobie x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader

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ivymarquis · 24 days

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WIP Wednesday

A bit of a character study/me skipping ahead/dynamic fun stuff etc?

This is so far down the line for the price x single!mom verse it's not even funny, but I wanted to write it out and see how I feel about it when we actually get to this point in the fic. John goes a wee bit off the fucking deep end :)

Y'all know the drill! No pressure, feel free to post a snippet of something you're working on.

“You won’t always be around, you know.” Michael has apparently decided he’s not partial to being above ground anymore.

The smoke from John’s cigar coils in him before he exhales slowly. Realistically he knows that Love is a sore spot for him and he’s willing to do anything for her, and yet he’s still caught off guard by the depth of the rage that washes over him in an all consuming fire.

“Would you like to clarify that for me?” Wouldn’t want to go flying off the handle after all if this is simply a misunderstanding.

“You talk a lot of shit for a guy who fucks off the second your phone rings. That clarify things for you? I don’t know what you or the blonde did to fuck with those results, but I know Sam is my fucking kid and I’ll be damned if you twats are going to get in my way.”

As Michael throws down his inane gauntlet, John exhales his now-final drag on the cigar, eyes flicking across his surroundings to gauge who is looking.

The man sure has a knack for picking the worst fucking spot to threaten the family of a man whose job is to work outside the constraints of red tape. They’re just secluded enough that Kate can see them if she looks but no one else can. And Kate certainly won’t give a fuck about what John’s about to do.

Without doubt, John knows that Michael expects to buffalo his way through this conversation and stalk off feeling he’s done something. Because the average citizen cannot do what John is about to- wouldn’t even consider it.

It’s the sheer confidence that John won’t put his hands on Michael that lets him snatch the other man up by his collar and shove him further out of sight from any prying eyes.

He opens his mouth to protest John’s grip on him, the perfect opportunity for him to shove the smoldering end of his cigar into the man’s mouth.

John has just enough impulse control to not extinguish the damn thing on the back of his throat, settling for the knowledge that the flurry of movement has knocked the ash loose into the other man’s throat.

“I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page before we have this little talk,” John snarls. “I can be on the other side of the world and it doesn’t fucking matter, am I clear? If I catch wind of you sniffing around when you think I’m distracted, you’re going to find out exactly what I am capable of for a guy who fucks off the second his phone rings.”

John pulls out the cigar and shoves the other man away from him. “If we have to have this conversation again, I’ll be shoving the barrel of my service weapon in your mouth next and painting the fucking walls, understood? There will be a point where I decide you’re more hassle alive than dead.”

He’s not mollified in the slightest by the way Michael’s legs shake and he suddenly can’t look John in the eye- all the bravado sucked out of him with the realization that John is not beholden to the same rules he is.

“You’re fucking insane,” he sputters, hunching over and trying to cough up the ash.

“If you’ve got any sense to you, you’ll stay off my shit list.” John advises before tossing the remains of the cigar in the bin.

“Now if you’ll excuse me- I’m taking the missus and the rugrat out for lunch.”

@direwombat @gaqalesqua @strangefable @glossysoap @kneelingshadowsalome @deadbranch @bunnyreaper @mortuarywriting @391780 @divine--serenity @la-grosse-patate @g0dspeeed @luminousbeings-crudematter @ceilidho

#wip wednesday #single!mom #single!mom verse #john price x reader #one day imma make a note of my mutuals and make an actual list rather than just tagging off the top of my head lmao #IF WE ARE MOOTS AND YOU WANNA DO THE THING THIS IS ALSO YOUR TAG <3

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wellthebardsdead · 5 days

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Wyrm: here! Can you translate my book for me??? I’ve been trying my whole life and I only just got one page to become readable but I needed to use these gloves- *holds up wraith guard a little too close to her*

Evalien: *eyes flashing from blue to red as a loud ringing suddenly fills her ears turning into an echo of pained screaming as she picks up the hive minds frequency again* S̵̥̈T̵͓̕R̶̖̆U̵͙̒H̷̙͒ ̶͎̋ṭ̶͝i̸̺͌ ̶̺̓ṣ̶̚ẗ̶͇́ṟ̶̃ṷ̵̍ḧ̷̩́ ̶̢̉t̶͚̐i̵̲͒ ̷̱́s̴̡̛t̸̙̅ṟ̸͘ǘ̷͕h̴̻͋ ̴̦̓t̸̍ͅi̷͇͂ ̴̱̀g̴̖̅n̶̲͝ï̴͈m̶̠̋a̵̢̐é̶͓r̴̥͂c̸̼̒S̷̛͍ ̴̜͌e̸̤̾r̶̡͠’̷̙̚ý̸̝e̴̺͐h̶̽͜t̴̪͝

*staggers back gripping her head and clawing at the headset behind her mask, flicking the noise cancelling function sending white noise over the signal* ughh-

Wyrm: wh-what happened? I- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to- *steps forward*

Kaidan: *steps between them* not another step you little creep-

Marigold: *slaps his arm* Kaidan, that was uncalled for it was an accident- whatever- it was…

Evalien: *voice switching between frequency and volumes as if someone’s playing with a soundboard in her throat before returning to normal as the connection severs and she focuses back on the song of the land around her* It’s, alright, Kaidan. It… *shakes her head as her eyes flick to green, then blue again* it wasn’t his fault… Wyrm, put those down, immediately. They’re dangerous.

Wyrm: *tears already pricking at his eye from potentially hurting her, then Kaidans jab at him* th- they are? *looks at the gauntlets remembering the visions they gave him, quietly sets them on his desk and backs away from them*

Evalien: *grips onto Taliesin and pulls herself up with his help* Do you know what they are? What they were made for?

Wyrm: I… had a vision when I put them on, I saw them, and a hammer and knife… and three other figures. *pales remembering blood and a peeled face, but strangely no sound, only his pulse thrumming in his ears*

Evalien: the foul murder. The tribunal used those gloves and two other tools that day. But it wasn’t nerevar they struck with them. It was the heart of lorkhan. For your sake… I suggest you keep them locked away.

Wyrm: n-nerevar? Foul murder? The heart of lorkhan? What- how do you know this from just my vision??

Evalien: there’s a great deal I know. A great deal I know about you too… let me see your book.

Kaidan: I don’t think that’s a good idea you started speaking backwards just from those gauntlets-

Evalien: I’ll live. *takes the book from Wyrm and opens it. Seeing mostly what everyone else does when they look at it, encryptions from a living god guarding his secrets* for being the most straight forward and honest of the tribunes he was the most secretive, Vehk fancied himself the replacement of Mephala, but he was an open book compared to seht- *traces her hands over the pages and blinks as text reacts to her touch, swirling over her fingers in patterns and shapes, like they’re responding to her presence with familiarity* but every secret can be found out, and every code can be cracked- *feeds her magic into it and drops the book in shock at what she sees* …

Taliesin: Eva?

Kaidan: love?…

Wyrm: A-Alma?…

Evalien: *breath shakey as she looks from the book, then to Wyrm as tears cloud her vision* And I thought… his decision to kill nerevar was the extent of his cruelty… you can never go to the clockwork city.

Wyrm: I?… why?…

Evalien: *shakes her head* a heart transplant is something I really don’t want to explain…

#oop new wyrmie lore again #Evalien dragonborn #Wyrm dragonborn #skyrim taliesin #marigold dragonborn

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archivistofnerddom · 8 months

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The Bad Batch and Costco headcanons:

Because I have it in my head that they would be the family that needs to buy things in bulk. Once it was there, the headcanons followed.

Hunter

He’s usually the one responsible for their food purchases. The grocery list he takes is long, extensive, and heavily annotated with everyone’s preferences.

The most tired dad in Costco award goes to him. Trying to corral the rest of the Batch is a losing game, so he’s figured out how to divide and conquer, sending everyone out to pick up certain things. (They don’t always follow through with what they were supposed to get though, hence why he wins the most tired dad award.)

He’s willing to stop and try samples though. Hunter needs snacks to get through this gauntlet with the full family. Plus, focusing on food keeps him sane and his senses in line.

Even still, he’s always down to get a hot meal from Costco’s kitchen after check-out. It’s the only time that day the whole family agrees on anything and is in the same place in the store.

He’s usually in possession of one of the family’s membership cards and definitely has one of their debit cards. There will be few surprise purchases on his watch. (There are always surprise purchases on his watch.)

Crosshair

Disappears almost as soon as they walk in the door. He appears out of nowhere to deposit what he wants in one of their carts (because they have many) and disappears again. (Coffee and dark chocolate are pretty much the only consistent items he adds.)

He can usually be found hanging near the check-out lanes with a mountain of coolers and boxes at the ready for when they’re checking out.

It’s an unspoken rule in their local Costco that no one tries to filch any of the cardboard boxes from his horde. Legend has it he will throw hands to defend his stash. Few dare to test that assumption.

The one responsible for ordering food so that it’s ready to eat once the rest of the family is through the check-out line. Don’t ask how he always times it perfectly. It’s a mystery not even Tech could solve.

Unsurprisingly, he usually garners a following of moody teenagers who just don’t want to be there. He gives off the same energy most of the time, even if he’s just trying to catch a nap. It’s a crapshot if Crosshair actually likes that the moody punk kids want to hang with him. They’re just afraid enough of him to ask.

Tech

Tech can be found in the auto section and the electronics section. He knows precisely what they meet and has already shopped the best deals.

He needs several texts and alarms so that he doesn’t get lost in conversation. (Hunter isn’t above sending Wrecker to go re-claim Tech, if he doesn’t show up after a timely fashion.)

Like Crosshair, he’ll just drop whatever non-electronic items he wants (such as snacks and what have you) into the cart after he’s finished his assigned tasks before he disappears. He usually winds up hanging with Crosshair to wait for the rest of the family.

Tech is only sometimes in charge of the family Costco membership card and debit car. He can’t be left fully unattended though, if only because he’ll go overboard with purchases.

Can be used to distract the moody punk kids who want to vibe with Crosshair, while also having Crosshair use his shoulder as a pillow.

Wrecker

He has to go with Hunter, if only because he’s usually on cart duty. (Wrecker also needs to be supervised, or else he’ll grab all the snacks.) Being on cart duty doesn’t stop him from having a great time. He’s that guy who can push the most improbably packed cart with true expertise.

Guess who will still sneak in special treats and surprises for Omega into the cart? This guy.

Wrecker gets geared up for the post-Costco run family meal. He’ll eat an entire pizza all by himself, if left unattended and unsupervised. (Crosshair buys extra for him because of that.)

He’s the most enthusiastic about trying samples and will always encourage Hunter to stop and try. Wrecker knows when his brother needs a break from the chaos.

Wrecker and the Costco employees who run the sample stations always get along. He’s so nice to them and complimentary to them. This is the guy who will always wind up getting extra samples handed to him.

Echo

He’s usually on Omega duty, if only to make sure she doesn’t sneak off on them.

Echo also is usually responsible for stocking up their pharmacy needs and buying some clothes in bulk for the family. With how hard their lives are, getting clothes in bulk is necessary.

He’s always in charge of one of their membership cards and a debit card. Echo is the most responsible one on that front.

That doesn’t stop him from conspiring with Omega to find some fun things for the cart. It’s always something random, but will brighten up their chaotic lives.

Echo is most likely to pass out once he eats though. He’s happy to get off his feet and to have a chance to relax. Walking around Costco takes effort sometimes, especially with his prosthetics.

Omega

Like Wrecker, she makes friends with everyone who gives out samples. She’s the reason why Echo stays fed before they check-out.

Omega would walk out with so many large squishy toys, if she could get away with it. That’s why she and Wrecker can’t be in Costco together and unsupervised. They’d have so many comfy squishy toys and hammocks if they were.

Somehow, she gets covered in stickers and starts sharing them with her brothers. It doesn’t matter where she got them. Omega has stickers books and she shares them. Little kids love her because she inevitably turns into the feral sticker fairy of Costco. (Who knows how the parents to said little kids feel about that.)

Omega is very serious about making sure her brothers all walk away from each Costco trip with a surprise in the cart. She gets sneaky about getting them past Echo and Hunter. (Wrecker provides distractions as appropriate.)

Remember those moody punk kids who were hanging around Crosshair (and inevitably Tech)? Well, Omega chats all of them up. She’s the best person to embarrass the crap out of her brothers with stories. Omega makes her brothers look either way cooler or significantly less cool when she shares stories with the punk kids.

#the bad batch headcanons #them being in Costco together makes me so happy #they would divide and conquer and be chaotic together #star wars #the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb omega

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birgittesilverbae · 10 months

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thinking of babea au again…

bea going to the movies for the first time with mary and it’s like 2008, so they’re going to see Star Wars: The Clone Wars.

bea frets and spends daaaays agonising over it because she wants to go see the film in her padawan robes that one of the sisters helped her sew and she wants to bring her toy lightsaber, but she’s also terrified of standing out. doesn’t want people to stare at her, because it’s not very jedi-like to hide in mary’s jacket while she orders popcorn.

and it’s shannon who finds her haunting the chapel, coming in barefoot, sore, a little dab of blood still on her neck, which bea points out to her with a soft fingertip as shannon settles into the pew next to her.

“that was ketchup,” she tells bea, swiping at it with the heel of her palm.

“you shouldn’t lie in a church.”

they sit in silence, votive candles and their soft puttering, casting spear-tip shadows up the stone walls.

eventually, shannon yawns, “so hey, sister agatha said you disappeared before lunch. it’s 7pm.”

“i know what time it is.”

“never doubted you for a second” - shannon reaches out to tuck a rebellious strand of hair behind bea’s ear - “but my point was more about you and me maybe going to the grocery store to get some stuff to eat? we can get those instant noodle pots and add M&M’s. have you ever tried that?”

a perturbed frown, “noodles with M&M’s?”

“yeah, the pretzel ones.”

and bea senses, then, that shannon’s trying to rile her up and slip through the cracks formed by her frustration, so she settles back against the pew, folds her hands in her lap, “no thank you.”

but a moment later she’s clenching and unclenching her small fists, staring fixedly at one of the crucifixes. it’s her favourite, apparently, because instead of nailing his feet to the cross, the sculptor gave jesus a little shelf to stand on. ‘that’s actually a little cruel,’ beatrice told her once. ‘without the asphyxiation, it would take him much longer to die, unless the centurions were feeling merciful.’

“bea,” she says, soft. “you know you can tell me what’s wrong. i’m not saying i can fix it, but i’m not going to say it’s stupid.”

bea’s silent for a minute. “but it is stupid.”

“more stupid than noodles with M&M’s?”

her brown eyes are almost blackened by the shadows in the chapel, irises laced with faint impressions of candlelight.

“mary’s taking me to a movie tomorrow.”

“i know,” shannon reaches into her pocket, produces two slightly-crumpled pieces of paper. “i picked up the tickets this morning.”

“oh.” bea squeezes her eyes shut, like she’s trying not to cry. “it’s just… i don’t think i want to go.”

and she tells shannon why, taking out her plastic lighsaber (blue, of course) from under the pew, holding it.

shannon kisses her forehead and takes her through the convent to her room, where her armour rests on its stand in the corner. someone’s already cleaned up the blood.

she lets bea touch the gauntlets, the links of the mail bumpy-smooth under her fingers. tells her, “i felt ridiculous wearing it, in the beginning, but then it saved me from a stab to the chest and i realised” - she huffs a laugh - “that i’d rather be alive, and myself, than one hundred percent comfortable all the time.”

she puts a hand on bea’s shoulder, “you should wear what you want, bea.”

so she does. holding mary’s hand with the sleeve of her padawan robe slipping up her arm, passing kids wearing darth vader helmets and carrying lightsabers just like hers. a couple of them wave at her and say “hi Obi-Wan!” and she buries her face in mary’s jacket, but she’s hiding a smile.

she has a short lightsaber fight with another kid in the lobby while mary’s ordering popcorn; a girl who shows her a pack of Top Trumps cards and tells her she thinks C3PO should be more powerful. bea gives a soft sigh of appreciation whenever Obi-Wan appears onscreen, and afterwards shannon picks them up in the van and bea falls asleep against her ribs as mary drives through the dark streets.

S.O.S. not shannon showing bea her armour and getting her even more invested in warrior nunnery

#ask #'anon'#with the steel chair #warrior nun #babea au #sister beatrice #shannon masters #shotgun mary #long post

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mareenavee · 6 months

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WIP Whatever? Yeah.

Hi Everyone! I have been buried in some work for Skywind lately, and I am tired.

But I have been writing for prompt fills for the most part so, stay tuned for a few words. :>

I was tagged to share some writing by the amazing: @thequeenofthewinter, @dirty-bosmer, @kookaburra1701, @rainpebble3, @ladytanithia and @skyrim-forever!

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For now, here's a bit from my prompt fill for Harvest -- it's from Galathil's POV and is World Canon. It happened a few years before Nyenna's story begins. Untitled so far. Below the cut! Just shy of 800 words.

Galathil felt the shift in the Ratway before the stranger’s arrival, if she was being honest with herself. There was a certain nervousness in that liminal place between solving the Mercer issue and everyone’s attempt at starting over again. And if anyone knew anything about starting over, it was her. One was never content to simply reap what they’d sown. She would not be part of the Guild, nor be seated here on a bench crafted of sodden wood in a seedy tavern under the worst possible of cities if things had gone to plan, after all.

She watched as Delvin plunked crates of fresh vegetables on the table across the room from her, his brow creased with worry. The harvest in this case would go solely to feeding the stranger who had settled into the Warrens, himself averse to the consequences of his actions— or existence. Galathil hadn’t managed to parse exactly what his trouble was, but it was enough to stir up unease. Mention of Thalmor had floated around, and, while it had made her nervous…she’d used her own power on herself long ago. It didn’t stop them from trying to find her. Her magic was rather…unique. The fear of that recognition gnawed at her in an abstract way. She would be defended against Thalmor inquiry without needing to ask for the Guild’s help, true. But then the debt would once again stack in their favor, even if they never came to collect. She still felt outside of things, despite her years settled in the damp amongst them, and despite their hospitality and their attempts at including her.

She fussed with the edge of her sleeve, though even this was going threadbare in places. She’d learned to do without, to stop accumulating social debt and asking for favors, nervous to be seen and, therefore, known. She could never outrun her crimes—the ones from before she fled. The jobs she was forced to do on pain of death for treachery. That she had made it out of Valenwood by the end at all was by the grace of one god or the next. And she had to live with what she’d done to escape, as well as just what she’d run from, and all the consequences of the path she’d chosen to walk.

That was likely why she felt so distant from most—there was a certain trepidation about what they all would think if they really knew her. It was better not to let them in, not to answer their questions with any semblance of truth. But one, of course, managed to worm his way in. And it was because he, too, carried a secret like one might carry a festering wound.

Teldryn Sero, bravado set aside for once, grit his teeth as he sat down next to her. The bench groaned in protest. He was silent for a moment, the only sound the steady clunk of chitin as he bounced his knee, agitation and nervousness palpable. His eyes were distant and dark in the poor lighting. She gently brushed her fingers over his gauntlet, and he grasped her hand. He was shaking. She knit her eyebrows and looked up at him in concern.

“They’re housing a Blade here, Galathil.” He picked his helmet up off of her table, where he’d left it before he’d gone off to assist Vex and Brynjolf with the stranger. “He knew me. He looked right at me, and I… How? How could that be possible?” He paused and closed his eyes. Galathil squeezed his hand.

She knew why he was here, then. Since the Mercer issue, he’d been distant enough, which was to be expected. He’d said once he’d never meant to get roped into cults and guilds. He wasn’t necessarily the best thief she’d ever seen, either, to be perfectly fair. He would be running again. She knew that peace was fleeting, if it even existed at all. And they had had peace, even if it was just for a moment. Consequences seemed to demand it as payment whenever they caught up.

“You can’t know for sure if he recognized you, Teldryn.”

“I can’t be sure he didn’t.” He still gripped her hand. She could see, even through the armor, the tension in his shoulders. Could hear it in his voice, too. “Galathil…please. I just. I know what I said about your skills. I know. But I’ve changed my mind. Can you help me?”

“And rid the world of a face like yours?” she asked. Her smile was wistful.

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thisisadonaldduckblognow · 1 year

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yes a thousand percent absolutely lets go

(firstly i am sorry my post put anyone to a point of feeling the need to apologize for or feel bad for being Very Into Leo’s character. as someone who is flagrantly Very Into Raph’s character, i promise i wasn’t trying to throw a stone in this glass house. i’ve gotten burnt out on a lot of fanon leo stuff but part of why im so !!!! about it is bc i too love leo’s characterization and potential.. i swear

catch me catching my brain and tone malfunctions behind dennys later, sorry again gang)

BUT YE I’LL TALK ABOUT MOVIE RAPH STUFF TO MY BEST CAPACITY ALL DAY

overall i honestly... totally get raph being hard to get a handle on in this respect. like it’s pretty difficult to pick where to start and how to express it even just in an informal tumblr analysis post, i still haven’t managed to put together any kind of fic myself LMAO. bear with me i will do my best!

so firstly there’s just the veritable gauntlet of “stuff raph experienced/was dealing with in the span of the movie” to consider, i think.

- his fear and anxiety over his family’s safety, for which he always always feels personally responsible. when he called the retreat during that first fight with the krang, he was absolutely terrified-- and i can only imagine how much scarier it was after leo bailed on the escape pod. like, there’s no way raph was not hauling ass after leo the second he saw that happen.

= he takes a hit for leo, as in just barely stops it and loses a chunk of shell/plastron in the process. he sacrifices himself using his pod to get leo out of there safely (and there’s so much to be said about the fact that raph’s pod seems to be the only one that didn’t auto-activate. that only he and donnie seemed to know they even existed. there’s a whole talk they must have had right there, like raph would probably have had to ask specifically for this feature.)

- the krang try to intimidate answers out of him about the key, and when that doesn’t get them those answers, prime literally jams tentacles into his brain and roots around until he can find what they’re looking for. so that’s one bullet point on the list for outright mental violation. it looks/sounds very painful, not to mention terrifying.

^^ and honestly, this point of suffering in particular is one that i think would be hardest for raph to actually bring up/talk about with his family. because none of them were there. none of them KNOW. and how do you explain that to them? how do you try to make yourself break that out when they’re already worried about the other stuff that happened to you and to everyone else? when part of you is guilty about it despite yourself, because so much of your identity is tied into being a protector that you can’t help but feel like you should have been able to wall that info off somehow and keep your family safe?

- gets infected by the krang and put into the big gross pod to... incubate, i guess? there’s so much unanswered about the point between brain torture and getting found by his family tbh. was he conscious and aware of being left alone in there? was that why he was so out of it even before the mutation?

- and then of course there’s said painful, grotesque body horror forced krang mutation that he has to go through once he’s out of the pod! thanks i hated it! like it seriously looks so gross and painful.

- ah yes and the mind control... being used as a tool and a puppet and specifically set out to hurt or even kill the family he loves and wants to protect.

- the standard “we had our cool epic boss fight against the evil alien but he kicked our asses with one flick and then punched mikey and donnie all the way to staten island” physical roughage, too. leo portaled him after mikey and donnie so he could catch them. donnie took the brunt of the krang punch, and raph took the brunt of the hard landing (he is holding his side like he might have some rib issues, they all look rough af down there phew)

- leo’s sacrifice is leo’s sacrifice and definitely a leo development moment as an action itself, i’m never gonna say 'yep here’s how leo getting brutalized in prison dimension is all about raph’. i’m talking about the like, aftermath and pre-rescue emotional toll that that has etc etc etc. ftr.

point one there is obviously just the grief. like, raph is literally incapable of standing when it hits. he’s on all fours, he can’t open his eyes. i made a post comparing the caps of raph’s face getting stabbed and raph’s face when it was sinking in that leo was (apparently) Gone gone bc the expressions are nearly identical. like just. absolute agony.

- and on top of that, i sincerely think that leo’s “you’re one to talk, hero moves are totally your thing” apparent last words are gonna stick with raph for a very long time. even after they save leo. the look on his face after leo says that... man. i think there’s a very real moment of raph going what have i done, what did i teach him? about the entire situation.

the way this is already tl;dr oh well SO IG SOME OF MY GENERAL TAKEAWAYS AND THINGS I THINK ABOUT WHEN IT COMES TO POST-MOVIE RAPH:

first and foremost. rip raph sufferer of some of the most intense eldest child syndrome i’ve ever seen. he feels bad that he got used to get his family’s location. he feels bad that he got used to harm and nearly kill his family. he probably feels bad that leo feels bad that his shell is damaged, smh. it’s guilt all the way down. the kind where he knows logically his family does not want or need apologies, that getting controlled was literally not his fault, but he feels bad anyway.

and like i said i get how it’s hard to get a handle on him for stuff, because raph is also... not super good at the emotional vulnerability sharing? it’s so wild because he’s very openly emotional and easy to read! he’ll cry during a sad movie scene and yell at a frustrating video game no problem, he’s very straightforward! but when it comes to sincere vulnerability and actually seeking comfort/closure about it, he has a big struggle vibe. good luck to the entire family bc every single brother is gonna be in a “oh but everyone else already has so much to deal with i don’t wanna pile more on with my problems” zone, i think.

also just like. raph is a protector. that’s one of the core pillars of his sense of identity and worth. he takes care of his brothers. he keeps his family safe. and so so so much of what he went through or experienced in the movie went directly against that. raph, the big brother, the beating heart of the team, the one who takes hits, the overprotective mother hen, gets used to track down his family, and then gets used to hurt them. very nearly gets used to kill leo outright. isn’t there to take the hit for leo again at the end of the movie, is helpless as his little brother seemingly sacrifices his life to save them and the world. how does he come to terms with that? how does he feel like he still deserves the trust and faith that his family puts in him to keep being a rock? (they’re not scared of him, but he’s scared of him.)

and for real seriously how does he ever ever get around to dealing with that brain probe and the mutation specifically. his mind and his bodily autonomy got so deeply violated in the process of this movie. it’s scary! and painful! what kind of scenario would a writer even have to rig up to back him into enough of a corner to share those feelings with his family (who would absolutely want to comfort and support him)! it’s nightmarish stuff that’s gonna linger with him for the rest of his life.

and in fact on the mutuation/mind control. i think the fact that leo was able to get through to raph just with words, that that was how he managed to break through the control, maybe means that raph was aware of what he was being made to do all along and just. unable to pull enough strength together to stop it before that point. woof.

idk idk if any of this makes real sense or helps for getting a handle on raph’s character at all tbh, it’s just a lot of me nonsensically putting him in a jar with a leaf and a stick for scientific observation ig. if ppl wanna hit me w questions or discussions about my personal opinions on my favorite boi feel free tbh

maybe the real raph character analysis was the hug and nightmare-free nap he probably desperately needs all along....... ah its too late hes dissociating on the couch. relatable.

#rottmnt #rottmnt raph #rise raph #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt movie #we try to make sense at almost midnight

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q-gorgeous · 1 year

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Doomed by the Narrative

fanfiction

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word count: 4249

Should things ever go wrong -whether it was with the Government or the Fentons-, there was a plan. The plan got screwed, and now Dash has Tutor Fenton and Fenturd along with the furry geek and the vampire girl at his door running from the law. @camille-the-space-ghost

squeezing this into my word count for phic phight hoo boy

Dash was sitting upstairs in his room playing on his computer when he heard loud banging on the front door. It made him jump and he looked at his door. When it continued he groaned. He didn’t want to go answer the door for whatever kind of solicitors were out there. They were lucky his dad wasn’t home though. He would ream into them for banging on the door like that.

Dash stood up and started heading down the stairs. He hoped it would just be girl scouts trying to sell him cookies. Actually, maybe he should go back and get his wallet. He was in the mood for some girl scout cookies.

He was about to turn back around when the pounding grew even louder and more frantic. Dash furrowed his eyebrows. Girl scouts wouldn’t be that demanding about him buying some cookies. It had to be something else.

He reached the door and peeked out the side window. When he saw two heads of black hair, a beret, and long red hair his eyebrows shot up into his hair. What? What did they want from him?

He opened the door right as Fenton raised his hand up for another fit of pounding. Fenton looked up and made eye contact with him and sighed.

“Phew. I didn’t think you were home.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Running away from the government. And my parents.” Danny ushered Dash back into his house, Sam, Tucker and Jazz following in behind him. Jazz shut the door behind them and locked it.

“What? Why are you running from the government? Why’d you come here?” Dash was flabbergasted and confused. What was going on?

“Believe it or not, there was an alternate reality where you found out who I was and you were willing to help us so we’re hoping that’s still the case.” Danny said as he made eye contact with Dash again. There was nothing in his eyes to indicate this was some kind of prank or that he was lying. But he was still confused.

“What? Who you are? But you’re Danny Fenton?”

“Yeah, but I’m also Danny Phantom.”

Dash just stared at him. His brain was swimming now. He didn’t want to believe it but now that Danny had spoken it out loud there was no unseeing it. How had he never noticed this before?

“What?” He squeaked.

Tucker laughed. “Danny, I think you broke him.”

“Why’d you come here?” Dash ignored Tucker. He still didn’t understand that part. Why pick your bully’s house of all places?

“Well, we did have a plan.” Jazz started. “But with everything that’s happened, our plan didn’t end up working.”

“We were going to go into the ghost zone. It’s really hard for humans to find their way around in there, let alone a specific ghost. But our parents locked the portal and removed our permissions so we couldn’t unlock it anymore.” Danny looked angry.

“And then we were going to go to our hideout that we have as plan B.” Tucker waved his hand around in the air. “But the GIW found that. Somehow. I don’t actually know how they found out about that one. They’re crawling around all over the place out there.”

Sam huffed. “Sure wish we still had the reality gauntlet, Danny.” She glared at him. “It sure would help, we could just erase the GIW memories with it and go back home.”

“We already talked about that, Sam. What if it had fallen into the wrong hands again? Freakshow was ready to destroy reality, we couldn’t risk that happening again.” Danny glared back at her.

“Okay, yeah, but why here?” Dash asked again.

Danny looked at him. “Well, you’re my bully. We needed to go somewhere they wouldn’t expect. This would be the least likely place. So they won’t come here first. And like I said, we knew that you’d help us because you’ve done it before.”

“Why don’t I remember it then?” Dash whispered.

“Because we erased everyone’s memories with the reality gauntlet. It was pretty handy.” Sam said.

“You had a reality bending device at your fingertips and all you did was erase our memories?”

“And destroy it.” Danny said.

“You could’ve used it for so many things!” Dash exclaimed. “You could’ve made yourselves popular, gotten back at us for bullying you! You could’ve done so much.”

“We don’t want to be popular.” Sam scoffed.

“Speak for yourself.” Tucker mumbled.

“To mess with reality like that would make us no better than Freakshow.” Danny said. “That’s why we just erased everyone’s memories and destroyed it.”

“But why'd you erase everyone’s memories? You being Phantom would make you the most popular kid in school.”

“Because we were in the same situation as we are right now.” Danny shot him a look. “We were on the run from the GIW. At least that time we didn’t have to worry about my parents.”

“Well what are you going to do now that you’re here? Dash asked.

“We’re going to make a new plan so we can get out of here.” Danny said.

“What if we found Wulf?” Tucker walked over to the living room and sat down on the couch. “If we could find Wulf he’d just be able to open a portal to the ghost zone for us.”

“But there’s no guarantee we’d be able to find him.” Jazz said as she followed Tucker. “We need an actual plan that we can follow through on.”

“Vlad’s got a portal.” Sam said. “If we can sneak into his house then we can use his portal to get into the zone.”

“That might be what we have to go with for now. Once we leave and get there, we can make an actual plan once we-“ Danny got cut off with a loud bang. Dash watched Danny turn his head and he followed where his eyes landed.

The GIW broke down the front door.

“Freeze! You’re all under arrest under the anti-ecto laws! The four of you are aiding and abetting that ectoplasmic scum!”

“Shit!” Danny shouted. “We gotta go!”

“How are you going to carry everyone?” Jazz asked, panic in her voice.

“Just come here!”

Danny stepped closer to Dash and wrapped an arm tightly around his back and it sent a tingly feeling over Dash’s skin. He did the same with Jazz on the other side.

“Sam, Tucker, it’s time for a piggyback ride!”

Dash could feel as Sam and Tucker jumped on top of Danny and wrapped their arms around his shoulders.

“I’m going ghost!” He shouted.

A white ring appeared around Danny’s waist and all Dash could do was gape at him. Danny already told him that he was Phantom, but it was another thing to see him transform. Dash could feel as the warmth seeped out of his body, replaced by a cold chill that made Dash glad he was wearing a jacket.

The rings passed over his head and his feet and once they were gone, Danny squatted a little bit and then shot up into the air, pulling Dash and his friends with him.

“How did they find us so fast?” Sam shouted over the wind. “I thought Tucker hacked into their systems and removed your ecto-signature from their database!”

“I did! I even did the same with his parents' inventions! They must’ve gotten his ecto-signature when they confronted us earlier today!”

“Where are we going now?” Dash asked. Was he considered a criminal now?

“We’ve only got one viable plan now!” Danny shouted. “We need to make it to Vlad’s portal and get into the ghost zone!”

“I have to go to the ghost zone with you guys?” Dash didn’t know what was even in there. Other than ghosts, obviously.

“The GIW consider you a criminal now and they aren’t afraid to abduct humans. If you get convicted in a case against the GIW, I don’t know what they’ll do to you.”

“They abduct humans?!” Dash yelled. “What the hell? How do they get away with that?”

“Because they’re a branch of the government.” Sam shouted into his ear.

“Why are you guys on the run anyways? What happened?”

“My parents saw me transform and they called the GIW and reported it. They think I’m some evil ghost and that I’m overshadowing Sam, Tucker, and Jazz with my duplicates.”

“The GIW are smarter than our parents, though.” Jazz shouted around Danny at Dash. “Our parents always immediately jump at the idea that when something seems weird that it must be because someone is a ghost or overshadowed by a ghost. The GIW knows that we’re not ghosts, though.”

“How do we prove to them that we’re not in the wrong?” Dash asked.

“I mean, we kind of are based on the laws that are in place.” Danny winced.

“How are you supposed to fix this then?” Dash asked. “You dragged me into this without any way to fix it?”

Danny was silent for a moment. The mayor’s house was coming into view when Danny spoke again.

“We were running out of options. I hoped that we’d be able to come up with a solution before the GIW found us. I didn’t think they’d find you with us.”

“Are they going to believe that I’m not with you guys? I wasn’t even involved in any of this until today.”

They flew through the roof of Vlad Master’s house. They quickly flew through the different floors of the house until they reached a basement that was reminiscent of the Fenton’s lab. It had lots of equipment and on the far end of the room was a swirling green portal.

“Probably not.” Danny looked shiftily around him. “Okay, it doesn’t look like Vlad is here. Let’s go. We’re going to find my lair in the ghost zone. All the ghosts always tell me that I have one. I think they’ve been vandalizing it so it should be easy to find.”

“Have you ever been to your lair before?” Jazz asked.

“No, but I think I’m just supposed to know where it is.” Danny said, shrugging. “If we can’t find it we can always go to the far frozen instead.”

“How often do you guys go to the ghost zone?” Dash looked warily at the portal in front of them.

Tucker waved a hand around in front of Dash’s face. “At least twice a week. We started out by mapping the zone but the zone shifts so we had to figure out the rate that that happens at too. That was not fun.”

“Most of the ghosts in here are pretty cool though. Not all of them are evil. Even the ‘evil’ ones we see in Amity Park are just nuisances because they’re bored. We take notes on all of them too.”

“Why do you-”

A heavy door slid open at the other end of the lab.

“Okay, time to go!” Danny tightened his grip on Dash and pulled him through the portal. Dash closed his eyes, expecting to feel some sort of resistance but nothing happened.

Dash opened his eyes and they widened when he saw their surroundings.

The inside of the ghost zone looked similar to the portal itself. There were lots of green swirls off in the distance but the sky itself looked like a mix between black and green. Purple doors floated around everywhere and there was no land to land on.

He squirmed around anxiously in Danny’s grip. “What happens if we fall?”

Danny looked down. “I’m not sure. I don’t actually know if the ghost zone has a bottom or not. I’ve never been down that low before.”

Dash gulped and continued looking around them.

“So Danny, any idea where your lair is supposed to be yet?” Sam asked.

“I can feel something drawing me in this direction.” Danny nodded at where they were going, squinting off into the distance. “Hopefully it’s my lair and not a siren or something.”

“Sirens are pretty ladies in the ocean, my dude. I don’t think there’ll be any here.” Tucker said.

Danny shrugged. “You never know.”

They flew for a while until they came up to a random looking purple door. Danny took a deep breath and opened it. Inside was just a regular bedroom. It was decorated much in the same way as Danny’s bedroom had been the last time Dash saw it, but had obvious differences. Danny set them down and they all looked around.

“Well, I guess this is home sweet home now.” Danny said, his hands on his hips.

“I don't know about you guys, but I’m exhausted.” Sam flopped backwards onto the bed.

“Me too.” Tucker landed beside her, face down on the mattress.

“What do we do now?” Dash asked. He was still reeling from everything that’s happened so far. “How are we going to survive here?”

Jazz frowned and looked at Danny. He looked a bit nervous himself.

“Let’s just… get some rest first. We can figure everything else out later once we’ve gotten some sleep.”

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“We are calling this meeting to inform you on what is happening with your children.” Agent O looked at the Fenton’s, Manson’s, Foley’s, and Mr. Baxter.

“They were taken over by spookums!” Jack slammed his hands down on the table they were sitting at.

“Mr. Fenton, we have already discussed that your claims you made when you called us were not correct.” Agent O’s frown deepened. “Your children are not being overshadowed by ghosts.”

A collective sigh could be heard inside the room coming from all the parents but Mr. Baxter.

“Where are they then?” Pamela asked. “Why are we here if they’re not being overshadowed?”

“Because they are aiding and abetting a wanted specter.”

Shouts of protest erupted from the parents sitting around the table.

“My son has nothing to do with ghost’s!” Mr. Baxter slurred. “He’s too much of a wuss to be involved in anything like this.”

The Manson’s and Foley’s shouted their agreement.

“Our Sammykins would never!”

“Tucker is too busy with his friends to get into anything like that!”

The protesting parents all looked at the Fenton’s. Maddie’s mouth thinned into a flat line.

“Actually, we saw Sam and Tucker with Jazz and Danny when the… incident happened.”

“If Dash wasn’t involved in whatever this incident was, why am I here?”

“What was this incident?” Pamela shot daggers at the Fenton’s. “If Sam got hurt in your dangerous lab, I swear-“

“No, it’s nothing like that.” Maddie said, shaking her head. “We were getting groceries when we saw Jazz, Danny, Sam, and Tucker. We were about to ask them if they needed a ride when something happened to Danny. He turned into Phantom.”

“We don’t know when that spook replaced our son but we pulled out our weapons and tried to subdue him but he took Jazz, Sam, and Tucker and ran. We went back home and removed Jazz and Danny’s portal permissions and then we called the GIW.”

“What?”

“Where are they now?”

“What does my son have to do with this?”

“Your children ran with Phantom when he tried to escape.” Agent O said. “They started with going back to the Fenton’s lab. We have records of them trying to access the ghost zone. We were already on our way to respond to the Fenton’s call when we saw them flying away.”

Agent O sat down in the chair that was across from the parents on the other side of the table. “We found their little hidey place out in the woods but they never arrived. Luckily, we were able to get Phantom’s ecto-signature again and once it was done processing in our devices, we tracked it to Mr. Baxter’s house where we found his son also collaborating with Phantom.”

“What do you mean by collaborating?” Mr. Baxter asked. “How do you know that’s what was happening? My son has never been seen hanging out with any ghosts.”

“Phantom took your son with him when we arrived and they made their escape. We see no reason why your son wouldn’t be helping him when the rest of the children were.”

“My son would never associate with the likes of them. He was always raised to associate with the best. Not with any of those freaks.”

“Excuse me?”

“How dare you-”

“We don’t know anything about your son’s personal life.” Agent O interrupted the chorus of shouts from the angry parents. “We only know that Phantom went to him when they were out of options.”

“Well, where are they now?” Maurice asked. “Can you even tell us that?”

“We believe that Phantom is looking for another way into the ghost zone. We believe he will take your children there with him.”

“How will you get them back?” Angela grabbed her husband's hand.

“We will be working closely with the Fenton’s to do some deep travel inside the ghost zone. We’ll take a vehicle made for ghost zone travel with multiple different tracking devices that can pinpoint the locations of both ecto-signatures and live world objects. This will give us a better idea of where to find them.”

“What will you do with Phantom?” Maddie asked.

“We will bring him back to our labs. We believe Danny is still inside him somewhere. It’s just a matter of separating him from Phantom. It will take some time, but we believe we can cure him of Phantom’s ectoplasmic contamination.”

“And the rest of our kids?” Jeremy asked.

“They will be brought safely home. We will notify you as soon as we get them back.”

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Dash stared at Danny where he was pacing back and forth across the room. He was still in his ghost form. It still baffled Dash. How could that wimpy geek be the heroic Phantom?

“Maybe if we can get to my parents and convince them I’m not some evil ghost? I don’t know how to get the GIW off our backs though.”

“What if we traveled backwards through time and stole the reality gauntlet from ourselves right before you destroyed it?” Sam was leaning backwards into one of the bean bags that was inside the lair. “Then we’d be able to just poof our problems away like we did the first time.”

Danny frowned at her. “I don’t think the ghost zone or the infimap is going to have a portal that will lead us directly to that moment. And even if it did, the chances of another portal opening back to this time would be even slimmer. How would we get back?”

“I don’t know, by using the reality gauntlet to get us back here?”

Tucker looked up from the video game he was playing on the tv. “Would that just rewrite everything or would it actually put us back in our timeline?”

Sam groaned. “Do we even have a way out of this one?”

“Are we gonna be stuck here forever?” Dash asked. “What are we going to do for food? It’s been two days and we still haven’t figured that out. I want to go home.”

“We'll figure something out.” Jazz walked up to Dash and placed a hand on his shoulder. “We always do.”

“You better.” Dash crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t want to be stuck here forever.”

“We won’t be stuck here forever.” Danny said. “We just need more time to-”

The door splintered apart across the room and Dash covered his face to avoid being hit by it. When he looked up he saw some kind of floating ship in front of them. The man at the front of the vehicle started speaking through some speakers that sat on top of the roof.

“This is the Ghost Investigation Ward! Put your hands up and surrender peacefully!”

“What the fuck?” Danny shielded his eyes from the lights that were blinding them. “How were they able to find us so soon?”

“Put your hands up or we will be required to use force!”

“Danny! What do we do?” Jazz asked.

“Just get behind me.” Danny took a defensive stance and summoned two ectoblasts to his fists. “We’re just going to have to-”

Dash jumped back from where he started walking towards Danny when his scream permeated the air. The GIW had shot some kind of electric shot weapon at Danny and it sent him to the ground, making him immobile.

The man inside the ship waved a hand and a group of agents exited the ship and surrounded Dash and Danny and his friends.

A couple men made their way to Danny but one walked up to Dash, pointing an ectogun at him.

“Put your hands up!”

Dash complied with wide eyes. He raised his hands into the air and let the agent spin him around. He heard him holster the gun and pull a pair of handcuffs out before putting them on around his wrists. Dash was being escorted to the ship when he heard a yell coming from where Danny was still laying on the ground.

He turned his head to see Sam rushing forward to punch an agent that was walking towards Danny in the face. She spun around and kicked the next one over before a different agent snuck up on her and picked her up around the waist, trapping her arms to her sides. She struggled and tried to get out of his grip while the men handcuffed Danny and put all sorts of devices on him. After they put the last one on, Danny transformed back to his human form.

Sam leaned as far forward as she could and headbutted the agent who was holding her in the head. He groaned when her head slammed into his but he didn’t let go.

“I need some help over here!”

Another agent raced over to Sam and plunged a needle into her neck and Dash watched in horror as her body went limp in the agent’s arms. What Danny said when they were still at his house two days ago rang in his ears again.

They aren’t afraid to abduct humans.

The panic finally started to settle inside Dash’s stomach when something was suddenly being poked into his own neck. He saw another agent to his left that hadn’t been there before holding another needle. His vision started going blurry and everything was fading away.

“Load them up, boys.” That first agent shouted into the lair. Dash didn’t even make it into the vehicle before his vision faded to black.

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Dash groggily woke up. He couldn’t remember what happened. Where was he? Why were his hands cuffed to this chair?

His eyes shot open but he had to shut them almost immediately with how bright it was in the room he was in. The bright lights bounced off the white walls and Dash tried to squint his eyes back open. There was nothing besides this chair and a bed in this room.

He was studying the door that was in the wall to his left when it suddenly opened. In walked a GIW agent. His suit was immaculately white and his sunglasses were so dark that Dash couldn’t see through them. After looking at him for a few moments, the memories Dash had from before he woke up came back to him and his eyes widened. This was the agent that tracked them to Danny’s lair.

“I’m sure you know why you’re here.” The agent said.

Dash shook his head. Dash was barely associated with either Phantom or Fenton. Maybe if he explained how it all happened, they’d let him go.

“You and your friends were arrested for aiding and abetting a wanted specter.” The agent said.

“But I wasn’t!” Dash said. “They came to my house and just walked in! I barely had time to process anything before you guys showed up and then they took me with them!”

“We’ve seen how you and your friends interact with Phantom.” The agent said snidely. “We have probable cause for suspicion with your involvement.”

“How do I prove I’m innocent? That I had nothing to do with any of this?”

A menacing smile grew on the agent’s face and Dash tried to shrink away from him in his seat when the agent leaned in closer to him.

“You don’t.” Dash’s heart stopped in his chest. “Your parents have all been informed that you tragically died at the hands of Phantom, who we finally captured and were able to apprehend. There’s nothing for you to go back to. You no longer have a life. According to the law, you’re as dead as the ghosts we experiment on here.”

“What?” Dash whispered.

The agent abruptly stood back up and walked away from Dash. “Your first round of experimental research starts tomorrow. If you’re going to help these specters, you might as well do your part and help us in our battle against them.”

“No. No, no, no!” Dash shouted as the agent walked towards the door. “You can’t do this! I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“The fate of you and your friends is already sealed.” He opened the door and stepped out, turning back around to face him. “This is where you’ll spend the rest of your days.”

Dash watched as the door slid shut and he could feel himself hyperventilating. This couldn’t be what the rest of his life would be. There had to be a way to get out.

There had to be.

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #phic phight 2023 #dash baxter #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #jazz fenton #giw #guys in white #fanfiction

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idkwhatimdoingbutslay · 2 years

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Caitlyn and Vi would say “maybe just two kids (one from vi and one from cait)” then (assuming there’s no way to mix their dna and/or produce a child together) they would try to get pregnant at the same time, succeed, Cait would end up with twins, Vi would end up with one. Then, they’d try to talk themselves out of adopting because they already exceeded the limit, but they adopt two or three anyway because they get incredibly attached and have no self control.

Vi subconsciously wanting a big family because of all the people she’s lost and Caitlyn subconsciously wanting a big family because she grew up lonely.

Caitlyn and Vi are not just super protective (Caitlyn being the ‘dad’ who has the gun out when her kid brings someone home and Vi having her gauntlets on stand by, showing off the blood on her hand wraps. The blood that, admittedly, isn’t hers), but they also totally spoil them. One really likes sharpshooting, one really likes fighting, and the rest pick up their own hobbies because they’re the type of parents to put their kids into a bunch of clubs.

Vi gave them food/candy/desert/sweet related nicknames.

Cassandra and Tobias LOVE the kids. They’re absolutely obsessed with them and try to spend as much time as they can with them. Trying to teach them new skills and such. Tobias bakes with them all the time and Cassandra reads them bedtime stories.

The kids also love their grandparents and spend a bunch of weekends on trips with them so Cait and Vi have a moment to themselves.

Vi really likes to tell stories about the Lanes and tries to take them there often because she refuses to let them grow up too sheltered. Caitlyn is reluctant, but she only agrees with certain conditions.

Ekko laughs when they mention having kids, but he ends up loving them. They visit Uncle Ekko and help with the Firelights often.

If Jinx is still running around and not staying put, she’s the cool Aunty that literally drops by in the middle of the night with gifts then leaves immediately.

Heimerdinger brings his poro around ONE TIME and suddenly they’re BEGGING FOR ONE.

Viktor and Jayce find them annoying at first when they hang around in the lab, but then some actually get interested in Hextech, so they get to talk about all the details with them and help them learn and make things.

Mel makes a painting for them. She helps them put their handprints on it.

Okay, I’m done… for now.

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silverjetsystm · 7 months

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🔄 - Zodiac

Send “🔄” to meet a younger version of my muse!! | Accepting!' Cutting for references to gore. "Younger" in this case means MK in his face cutting era.

White rain petered off by the time he climbed in the mooncopter. Frenchie Ray gave him a look from the pilot’s seat. Moon K.night nodded. It was time.

The One Who Feeds on Hearts wedged between the body and the wall as they head out. Dead man’s hand on the white-silver cloak. Nasally words in his ear, unlike the body he was dressed up in nor the voice Moon K.night heard before. Rotten damp breath past metal teeth, face red with muscle. “Finally. I’m starving.”

The Knight looked at the city’s glow rapidly coming up below them. Ray spent the flight talking at him; he missed most of the conversation. Head is too full these nights. Focused on what comes next. Gena lost one boy already and blamed Spector for it. He can’t put Ray at risk more than he ‘had’ to. It’s okay if he wants more, wants to be in the thick of the action, builds resentment. He’ll stay alive.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Clouds rolled overhead, threatening another round. Ray hoped it would hold off. He can handle these conditions but he’d rather be at home y’know? Short trip, Marc.

“Here.” “Here.” Here where there were signs; flashes of gunfire, raucous laughter carried by the night air. “I’ll call when I need you.”

The jump never got old. Shoulders first, boots last, the quick calculation of when to pull the cloak into a glide. Smile hidden by the mask and cowl.

Glories such as these. How could he think he could leave all this?

He landed in front of the group, legs cushioned by the braces hidden under white vestments. Knees pop and his back twinges. Teeth grit. Still be hell to pay tomorrow in PT. Rob wouldn’t leave it alone. Always trying to get him to do less of his ‘nighttime job.’ Nobody understood. He needs to be out here.

Five hard men, faces covered, panic, hands shaking on triggers. Why he wears white. They see him coming and couldn’t shoot the moon.

Bullets go wide. Someone always has the bright idea to use their numbers. Overwhelm him. They close in. Hands are crushed, legs are kicked in.

The One Who Feeds on Hearts grinned, pointing at one who is trying to crawl away, ball cap left behind in his scrabble to flee. Fear overwhelms a person. “A repeat offender.” His calling card is carved in his forehead. Angry red scar. Crescent dart shines in the gloom of broken streetlights as he carves anew. Two always looked lopsided, begging to even out. Some learn, some don't. Some eventually run out of space and then he has to get creative.

The rest get their one, screams echoing across the walls, down the block. The rest except. He really looked at the last body, curled in on himself like he's watching a show that's now his favorite. Red hair flopped almost fashionably against his forehead. Broken nose, the start of some impressive face bruises. Bright eye, the one that isn't swelled shut, shine with…he can’t place the emotion at first. Fear and something more.

Jeff had wanted to be more once. Powerful. Accepted. Respected. Until they turned him into a cyborg. Went after Rob, Marlene, and him. All because Moon K.night couldn’t get him to quit.

Hung against a giant broken clock, set to midnight. Pliers in his back. Jeff’s ruined metal-and-flesh face beneath a mockery of his vestments. Clock hand shoved down the stupid kid-now-grown's throat. “I knew I could save you, Jeff.”

Not again. He doesn’t want to be admired. Doesn’t want this.

Gauntleted hands pick him up by the shirt until they’re eye to eye. He shakes him roughly. “Go. Home. You have a mother? A father? Forgive them. Treat them right. Do something with your life. Away from all this. Don’t let me see you like this again.” He retrieved a dart from the belt, flat of the blade parting his hair, tip of it against his skin. “Or next time…I won’t hesitate.”

Unceremoniously, he dropped him down in a puddle dark with mud and blood. Walked away. The One Who Lives on Hearts yammering away about how he’s a tease.

#voicestm #feat. zodiac #gore cw #violence cw #mk | the one they see coming #//in which marc is unreliable narrator #//a pre-zodiac if you will

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gokailyger84 · 2 years

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Decided to do a little fic rec list, since I’m reaching the rereading phase of my ironstrange obsession.

This list consists of ironstrange fics, where they go into the past and try to fix things. Several are unfinished and may never be completed and while that can be disheartening, I can’t say that I regret reading them.

(these are not in any particular order. They’re all ridiculously amazing. Also providing my own summaries so y’all can give them more of a chance. Be sure to read all the tags and ratings)

The Futurist by shadowscribe (unfinished)

After Tony’s funeral, Stephen uses some of the stones to travel to a parallel universe where he dies in the car crash. He saves Tony in Siberia and tells him his goal is for Tony to be happy.

De Novo by MagiQueen (unfinished)

Tony dies in Siberia. Stephen from a future lost to Thanos, travels back in time to save Tony, knowing he is key to victory. Something goes wrong and they are both sent back in time to before the first Avengers movie. (this one got me on board with Friday being more than just an AI)

for a hundred visions and revisions by aventria, iluxia (unfinished)

Stephen is unsatisfied with the state of the world after the defeat of Thanos. An encounter with Morgan Stark, has him drowning in guilt. He finds a way to go back in time. First to after the first snap and picks up Tony when Pepper is pregnant, then they go further back and pick up Loki from the beginning of Infinity War. The three return back to just before Iron Man 2 and make changes to avoid the future Stephen came from. (this is one that really hurts that it will likely never be completed. It’s just so good! Especially the beautifully growing bond between Stephen and Tony)

A Blast to the Past by SassyAngel (unfinished)

Tony snaps in Endgame to get rid of Thanos. He’s somehow thrown back into the past, just before Civil War. Stephen shows up, sensing the infinity stones which are still in the gauntlet and demands an explanation. Tony is vague with his answers, intent on doing everything on his own but eventually let’s Stephen in(he’s pretty persistent). Tony builds a new team and gains the family he’s wanted and builds a better future for himself.

Anew. by IViv (complete)

Tony dies in Siberia. He wakes up in the past during Iron Man 2, due to a future intervention. Tony is determined to do things right this time and seamlessly pulls Stephen into his chaotic life. (this is the fic series that got me hooked on time travel fix it fics. It’s so good and so intricate and their are four parts and they are all complete!!!)

Back to the Future Rules Apply by atypicalsnowman (complete)

Tony comes to Stephen for help with the civil war. Stephen reluctantly refuses and comes to regret it. Using a spell to save Tony, things continue up to Infinity Way, ending up with them losing in a very different way and the infinity stones intervene, giving them a chance to redo Infinity War. (the whole reason for this fic still cracks me up. I have never seen such determination to explain a weird moment with a certain character)

Tether by Shortsnout (complete)

On the flying donut, headed towards Titan, Stephen ends up jumping back and forth through time, learning more and more about Tony. (this one was so interesting and such a different way of having Stephen fall in love with Tony. most use the 14 mil futures for his love but I gotta say this was a great and fresh take on that concept.)

We Can Do Better by Zeethulhu (ongoing. updated weekly)

Infinity War ends up being the losing timeline and not giving up, Stephen manages to send himself and Tony to the past to the moments of their births. The two grow up separately and together and make changes along the way, making sure that they will win against Thanos next time. ( man, this fic. this fic right here. i have no words for how amazing this story is. Usually, i can’t stand pre-canon fics but this one has made me want to go back to all the college and high school aus i skipped. this story is super long and it just now reached the first Iron Man but it is worth it. the journey is amazing!)

code my love, soul born by graveltotempo (complete)

After Tony’s funeral, guilt-ridden Stephen makes a bitter Friday a body and sends her into the past before Age of Ultron. As Tony Stark’s daughter, she works to change the future and make sure her Boss doesn’t die this time around. (i had skipped this one before because, i couldn’t wrap my head around Friday being a main character but De Novo changed that for me. I really liked the development she went through, especially with how she regards Stephen and it was a nice change of pace to see things from an AI’s perceptive and how Tony having a daughter shifts things.)

Well, that’s pretty much it for the time travel ones. I may have missed some but these really stood out to me.

I many do another rec list for fics that have Stephen present in Tony’s life from the beginning(Iron Man). There are some really good ones for that plot point.

Off the top of my head definitions of indefinable things by w_space is one of the really good ones. (frustratingly unfinished though)

#ironstrange #fic recs #my faves #fanfic stuff #fanfic recs

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corpsereviver-if · 2 years

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Who are the ROs exactly?

Hello! Here are the current ROs, under the cut. These are also the revised descriptions of them I’ve been meaning to do!

Crych - Nonbinary | ??? | 5'2" (157 cm) | Theme

Crych is a natural explorer of the wilds with an interest in gadgetry. They live in a small village hidden away in the environment. Most of their time is spent towards scouting and protecting the perimeters of their home, and in their free time, they enjoy creating things that improve the quality of life.

They’re skittish with new people, but once you get to know them, you’ll find an explosive temper to deal with. If you look at them funny or inconvenience them in the slightest way they’ll snap at you. Despite their anger, they’re an attentive listener and straight-forward.

Crych has long and wild hair that is a combination of grey with turquoise, black, and white streaks. They have dark brown skin and a set of fierce heterochromatic eyes that are blue and black. Those who pay close attention will notice that they have two foxlike ears that droop. When they’re angry or threatened, these ears swivel upwards to reveal an eye-like pattern on the fur of the inner ear. They wear a tank-top and black overalls that’ve seen better days. Their most notable possession are the long gauntlets they wear.

Eve - Female/Male/Nonbinary | ??? | 5′6″ (167 cm) | Theme

A wandering soul who is seen, but never found. Not much is known about this individual other than the fact that they seem to cherry-pick what gets to live and die. When they look at MC and Daemin, a sense of familiarity fills the air.

They are cunning and aloof, making them hard to understand their motives and intentions. Trying to talk to them is like trying to talk to someone on opposite day.

Eve has long locks of soft white hair partially hidden beneath their weathered black cloak. Bandages cover most of their body, such as their neck and arms. They possess a black blindfold that conceals their eyes, and they have noticeable face tattoos on their soft peach skin. Although they seem feeble, looks can be deceiving.

Fenrir Alphenstein - Male | Human | 6′2″ (187 cm) | Theme

A mute mercenary from the north. He’s very fond of soaking in the environment and partaking in the arts. When all things are quiet, he tends to jot away in a notebook he keeps close to his person.

He travels alongside Remilia and Cava’dren, but he prefers to do things independently when given a choice. If a situation turns sour, he’s the type to quickly exuse himself. He does well in keeping his composure in check.

Fenrir’s hair is medium-length and a soft brownish grey. He has cool cobalt eyes and olive skin marked with a couple of battle scars. He wears a set of brown light armor and a large fur-collared coat that rests on his shoulder.

Lunari Pyan - Female | Human | 5′8″ (172.72 cm) | Theme

An exiled princess on a path of redemption. Her sister is Ashuri, but the way she talks about her sure doesn’t seem like it. She’s sisterly and endearing to those she’s on good terms with, but that gentle nature only reaches her words, not her actions.

She’s the type to walk into a tavern and befriend everyone in it by the end of the night. Her spirits are high, and her bold, brutish heart yearns for a good fight. One of her favorite topics is talking about the history of her great-axe, Sunbreaker.

Lunari has her hair styled into a brown wolf-cut that partially covers her left eye. She shares the same dark brown eyes as Ashuri, and her tan skin is a slightly lighter shade than her sister. She’s wears a heavy-set of silver armor with a symbol of the moon engraved into the center of her chestplate.

Remilia Mhova - Female | Human | 5'10" (177 cm) | Theme

A royal huntress from a place known for birthing powerful beasts. She hunts all types of creatures for the royal family and takes pride in what she does. A lot. Up until recently, her prey had turned more...humanoid.

She makes it clear to everyone she meets that she means business. If she was at a house party, she’d be the stick-in-the-mud police officer tearing it down. She wants her job done, and nothing gets in the way of her work. Not even morals, not even people.

Remilia has long, wavy black and white hair. Her eyes are a purple like amethyst and her complexion is pale. She wears an array of expensive blouses, pants, corsets, or dresses that she’ll gladly show off. The most notable possessions she has are the earring she wears on her right ear and a golden pocket watch.

Sorin Laigar - Male | Human | 6′4″ (193 cm) | Theme

A former soldier who still has the fuel to work for others. He carries an obsession with collecting things. He’ll accept every and any token of gratitude, knick-knack, and object that catches his attention.

He’s a gentle giant who’ll keep at whatever he is doing with content. When there’s no work to be done, he’ll be off to find something to keep his hands busy. If you sit to have a conversation with him, you’ll have to be careful about your words. Once you get him started on something, he’ll go off on a tangent and talk your ear off.

Sorin has a set of hair he keeps up in a ponytail. His hair is as black as night, and hidden beneath the dark strands is an ombre of red and yellow. His eyes are black while his complexion is light brown and noticeably scarred by burns in certain areas.

Yonas/Yoelle Cava’dren | Female/Male | Human | 5′9″ (175 cm) | Theme

A freeloader who has a knack for not giving a damn. Ask them to do an hour’s worth of work and they’ll come back around with triple the amount to do. They make it clear that they aren’t around to do jack for anyone. Somehow, they haven’t been kicked out of Remilia’s group.

They’re the type to sit back and relax with a smug grin plastered on their face while the world burns around them. Try to crack an insult or send sarcasm their way and they’ll crack one back at you. For someone who slacks off 24/7, they have a lot of nerve to pick a verbal fight with people they probably shouldn’t mess with.

Cava’dren has straight, light blonde hair that cuts just below the ears. They have a braid on one side of their face and a strip of hair on the other. Their eyes are the color of green tea, and their complexion is fair. They wear a sleeveless white turtleneck tunic coupled with wide leg pants.

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wellthebardsdead · 11 months

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Riiju-Lei: *quietly walking across the bridge into windhelm* gods I forgot how cold home is.

Kaidan: I’m still trying to wrap my head around why you’d willingly live here.

Riiju-Lei: it’s where I was raised. My parents used to own the stables. They’re buried in the hall of the dead here too. It’s home. *walks through the gates immediately seeing another dark elf being harassed* even if it doesn’t feel like it… *walks over wedging himself in front of the woman* What did I tell you about harassing us Rolff…

Rolff: oh look if it isn’t the knife eared lizard boy~ what are you going to do about it outsider? Hit me?

Riiju-Lei: I’ve lived in this city longer than you you your fathers before you. I’ve seen it fall into ruin under ulfrics rule. And I’ve watched countless of my friends die for his senseless war. So I’m warning you now. *folds his arms, his hair floating up like fire as arcane energy crackles through his skin making his birthmark glow like hot metal* Leave us alone. Because your brother won’t be able to save you from me…

Rolff: … *backs off a little*

Riiju-Lei: *glares at him before turning his back to address suvaris*

Rolff: *suddenly goes to hit him while he’s not looking*

Kaidan: *socks him hard across the face knocking him out cold, the claws on his gauntlets ripping half of his skin clean off* Oi! You want to fight like a coward then you deal with me! *shakes his hand cracking his knuckles* Stone fist more like stone head- *glares at Angernor* You want a focking round too ay?

Angernor: *jumps and quickly runs off with his tail in between his legs*

Suvaris: well then. Thank you for that, it’s good to see you again Leilei. We all thought we’d never see you again given your house burned down.

Riiju-Lei: …what?…

Taliesin: *hurries through the gates after getting the horses boarded for the night* right I’m h- *looks at the bloodied and possibly dead nord on the ground and the look of shock on Riiju’s face* …what did I miss?

*a few minutes later*

Riiju-Lei: *staring at a burned wreckage that used to be his home, now blanketed in snow and the remaining brickwork covered in slurs written in soot* …my house… it’s… gone…

Taliesin: I wonder if anyone saw what caused it…

Kaidan: *looking at the slurs* Or who caused it- LeiLei be careful-

Riiju-Lei: *climbing through the wreckage, seemingly emotionless as always as he moves boards and snow out of the way, hoping, praying, then sighing with relief as he finds a small chest*

Taliesin: Leilei?…

Riiju-Lei: *opens the chest up and pulls out an old piece of fabric before draping it around his shoulders like a scarf* I’m okay… *climbs out of the wreckage and sighs*

Kaidan: what’s that? *gestures to the scarf*

Riiju-Lei: the sling my mother brought me to skyrim in… it’s all… all I have left of my parents now…

Taliesin: *gently pats his back* at least… something important survived…

Riiju-Lei: *sighs and nods* I suppose we should go see if the corner club has any rooms… *walks down the street and pauses as a little girl runs out in front of him*

Sofie: mr? Would you like to buy some flowers for your pretty lady?

Riiju-Lei: pretty lady?

Kaidan: *snickers and nudges Taliesin* I think she’s talking about you~

Taliesin: …Well she got the pretty part right at least~

Kaidan: Pffft, if your ego got any higher we’d need a permit to grow it.

Riiju-Lei: *suddenly picks Sofie up putting her on his back* You two are going to have to put your bickering on hold until we get back to whiterun. I have a daughter now, Sofie.

#riiju-lei dragonborn #dunmer dragonborn #voryn dagoth #Kaidan skyrim #skyrim taliesin

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Unit Teambuilding - Sygna Suit Hau

Apparently it was the Tapu. I legitimately didn't think it would be. In retrospect, I feel stupid for not believing it. Oh well. At least they picked cool characters to get them, right? ...right?

General Overview I'm just kidding, I can't be mad at you, Hau. You earned this one, buddy.

Hau comes in with Tapu Koko, as an Electric Tech. Whose focus is Electric Terrain and extension. Just...going right after SST Red with that, eh? I respect the hustle. The instant thing I need to put on the table is that Hau is not as good as SST Red. No one is. But what Hau does offer is team support, where he's not the only person in the world that matters. So I like him a lot better. Interestingly, Hau also gets Fairy Zone as a skill to call, provides +1 special moves up next when anyone sets a field effect, and has a buddy move that is AoE and hits all foes for -2 speed, then boosts team speed by 2. Given the number of Cakewalk/Inertia units in the game, this is big money. The activation condition for his buddy move is just any field effect being active, and he sets Electric on enty, meaning in three actions he caps speed for the team, and bottoms out speed for the foe. This is fantastic.

Hau's limitations mostly come through in the lack of recharge. There is no MPR for Fairy Wish, and the only recharge for Electric Terrain is a 3/5 grid skill. Granted, it resets Terrain every single sync, and with extension, this is...forever. Which means Hau actually maintains for any lower tier Electric-type as well for Gauntlet purposes. So that’s...exciting. Still, taking every other sync to keep it running is going to be interesting.

Move Level and EX? EX isn't necessary unless you plan to deal damage with him. Interestingly, his base kit gives him everything he needs to succeed as a partner at 1/5. 3/5 is only if he's aiming to be the sync nuke, and 5/5 really just offers overkill levels of power for your allies. I wouldn't say it's worth it.

Team 1: SS Hau, Eevee Kris, W!Jasmine Friends. It is with absolute glee that I announce...we did it. Eevee Kris has ascended. SS Hau, at 1/5, provides nonstop infinite terrain, thanks to Kris resetting it every sync. Winter Jasmine provides SEUN and bulk for the team. We are, in a word, perfected. You have no idea how stoked I am for this. Trying to use Kris with SST Red was just constantly being rendered redundant by the absurdity of Buddy Volt Tackle, but now? Now we're in business.

Team 2: SS Hau, Gordie/Lodge Serena, Hop/Sonia/BP Morty Outside of Electric and Fairy pairs, Gordie and Serena are the top winners of SS Hau. Electric Terrain as an opener means Hau gets right to Buddy move, which can maximize the effects of both Cakewalk and Inertia in just three turns. By the first sync, Gordie and Serena are at max capacity. They also have solid self-setup, so while you can offload your offensive needs to Hop or Sonia, Gordie can cap offenses with just an MPR, and Serena only needs a little help to cap. So you could go bulk with BP Morty. Which, this being the second bulk team, I feel I should mention 3/5 Hau can buff evasion for the team. Just putting it out there.

Team 3: SS Hau, Sophocles/Clemont, Hop/MU Torchic This is more the emphasis of Cakewalk sync nukers with Electric as their type. Sophocles and Clemont come to mind, mostly because they're the two I most often wish had better options with Gauntlet. They just...really need offensive support.

Team 4: SS Hau, Diantha/SS Wally/P!Serena, SC Jasmine/Lodge Dawn SS Hau offers Fairy Zone and a -1 cooldown on trainer move when that Zone is active. This is a beautiful thing for Diantha and SS Wally, who are all about that fast-ramping life. SS Wally is a little redundant, but for CS purposes, it checks out. I'm using SC Jasmine as support, because of special defense debuffs. I admit there's not a great solution to these, as Diantha needs special attack drops that don't really exist outside of her 4/5 grid. But also she's a DPS in this case, the sync is just for mega evolution, so it should be fine. Lodge Dawn exists if you want to let Diantha try self-setup. It's not great, but Team Sharp Entry saves a turn.

But there's another to talk about! Palentine's Serena! Inertia on sync, and Hunter's Instinct on DPS! Hau supplements both. He's actually a fantastic partner to P!Serena, who loves just about everything he does.

Team 5: SS Hau, SS Kris, Archie Hey kids, you like stacks of Moves Up Next?! Kris gets at least one per trainer move, possibly two with Limited Special Boost. Hau gets one for each field effect, including the intro activations, so he’s getting at least four by just hitting Fairy Zone twice. And now you have a wonderful decision. Archie’s Origin Pulse blasts Water apart. Or Electroweb blasts sides apart and Archie’s Thunder obliterates center on Electric.

Final Thoughts I actually really like Hau...’s kit. I think he's got a solid kit that does pretty well for the sets he's supporting. I don't think it's like...insane. There are definitely limitations. But considering how many Electric types run Cakewalk or Inertia and have an awful time setting them up (Sophocles, Clemont, Elesa, Marnie), I think he's really good at supplementing those effects. Even N, who doesn't need them for sync purposes but is just so slow, really appreciates it. And on Fairy, it's the same situation. He's able to supplement P!Serena beautifully, gives Diantha much better gauge control while providing Zone, and even supplements options like SS Wally and Bede well.

Hauever! I do think he’s another one of those options that’s like...too strong to support everyone. Lower tier Electric types love the infinite Terrain, but 3/5 Hau with sync is generally stronger. Still, this is a much needed improvement for the archetype over SST Red. I appreciate that more than he will ever know.

#unit teambuilding #sygna suit hau

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