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reachfolk · 2 years

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❥ prompt: lights (for 25DaysofTESCheer!)

✿ tags: hurt/comfort, not proof or beta read bc im lazy <3 yet again

❥ word count: 2.1k

✿ synopsis: robin has always hated the new life party at the thalmor embassy, but there was one redeeming feature

❥ author’s notes: the light part comes in for like... five seconds, mostly because the build up took forever. enjoy some mother-son not-so-bonding <3 also sorry i forgot to add a read more earlier omg

✿ taglist: @korvanjund (let me know if anyone else wants to be added!)

"What in Oblivion were you thinking?"

Isobel's voice was controlled and levelled so as to not raise alarms through the rest of the Blue Palace, but the anger within it was impossible to miss as she scolded her son. Robin sat at the foot of the bed of the largest guest room, where his parents were sleeping in for the night courtesy of the Jarl Elisif and her court.

"I was thinking how unfair it is that we get to attend a stupid, overly elaborate party while people in this very city go cold and hungry," Robin argued, just as angrily but much more pronounced about it. His voice carried through the hall of the castle even through the closed door.

"Keep your voice down, child," Isobel ordered, but he only scoffed. Regardless, she continued, "Your first instinct was to rob the temple? Honestly, Robin, what's gotten into you?"

"I wouldn't have gotten caught if you didn't send the guard to fetch me."

She snapped back, "I wouldn't have needed to send the guard to get you if you'd just stayed in place."

"We made a big show of giving to the temple when we both know they had no plans to put any of their donations to good use. I was cutting out the middleman."

His excuse sent his mother pacing across from him as she rubbed at her tired eyes with the balls of her hands. "I didn't raise you to be a thief, Robin."

"Yes, you did!" He countered, standing up and getting in her way to meet her gaze. "All of us are thieves! You, dad, our uncles, everyone in this fucking palace! We just get to make laws to pretend we aren't as bad as the thugs that roam the streets."

"I am not having this conversation with you again," she said, firmly.

"Good," he huffed. "Then are we done here?"

His mother sighed, knowing there was no progress to be made here. "Just go to your room. Maybe your sisters can talk some sense into you."

Robin rolled his eyes. "Gladly." He gave her an exaggerated bow as he walked backwards out of the door. As soon as he cracked the door open from behind him, he heard the sound of two people falling to the ground.

"Ow!"

"Agh!"

His two sisters groaned in pain as the door hit them where they were clearly eavesdropping. Robin sneered at the sight.

"Hope you two enjoyed the show"

He didn't give them a chance to reply as he stepped over them and made his way around the corner. From the direction he was going, it was clear he wasn't following his mother's order to go to his room.

As the two girls scrambled to their feet, they chased after him, catching up just as he was leaving the front doors of the Blue Palace.

"You two don't know when to quit, do you?" As he stepped out of the building, he let the door close behind him, and Marceline had to push it back open.

"As if you're any better," she said as she rolled her eyes.

"Look, I know what you're trying to do, but I don't want to hear it, okay?" He said, his voice dipping quieter and almost embarrassed, as if implying that he was upset was shameful.

"Then we won't say a thing," Alexandria promised. "Let's just get to the embassy and tough through it, okay?"

Robin truly did make an effort to give his older sister a smile, but he could only get part way there before his sour mood ruined the attempt. That, he expected, was roughly as good as the New Life celebration would go for him.

They boarded the carriage, arriving at the embassy with only a few seconds to spare. And as the party went on, Robin found his prediction very much was correct.

He'd always felt out of place at these functions, but most of all at the Thalmor embassy. The eyes of the guards trailed him everywhere he went, leaving him feeling exposed. It was the worst feeling he could think of, to be so seen.

He spend much of the party with his sisters, refusing to mingle with all the people that, at one point or the other in the evening, had given him a look of judgement or distrust. Odds are, they were making accurate judgements, but it hurt nonetheless.

While his sisters trailed off to mingle—they were always more sociable than he—Robin was left to stare down at the snack in his hands. An overly-sugary sweetroll that he took nibbles from.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself."

He was startled out of his brooding thoughts by his twin sister's sarcastic comment. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead matched her sarcasm.

"Oh, yes. Nowhere else I'd rather be."

"Oh, I can tell," Marceline said. Dropping the sarcasm and lowering her volume, she asked, "Seriously, how bad do you want to get out of here?"

"It's taking every ounce of willpower I have to not bolt out into the wilderness."

"Good." Marceline grinned. "Then I have an idea. Follow my lead."

"What are you doing this ti—"

Before he could finish his statement, Marceline collapsed into his arms, a tired expression on her face.

Ah, the medical emergency card. A classic.

He never understood how his sister could do this so easily. Even her face was paler, and her breathing slower, as if she truly had fainted.

A crowd formed around them both, and their mother told everyone to back off and give Marceline some room to breathe. She demanded a guard pick her up and take her to one of the many bedrooms at the embassy, and Elenwen nodded hesitantly to him as she looked at the child.

Before long, the whole family were guided to the second building in the back of the embassy, where the bedrooms for foreign diplomats that came and went were located. Marceline lay on the bed, and she smiled at Isobel, who had been dabbing a wet cloth to her forehead.

"I'll be okay," Marceline promised with a half-smile. "You can all go back, if you need."

"Absolutely not," Isobel said. "Oh, you know how it is around crowds. It gets so stuffy. Do you need some fresh air? Or some water? I could have the servant fetch you some—"

"Mama, I'm alright," she gave a tired laugh. "You and dad have important things to do. Just let Lex and Robin stay."

Isobel hesitated, but gave in eventually. "Okay. But if you need anything, tell us, okay?" She pressed a kiss to her daughter's head before heading out with Branor, leaving the three siblings alone.

As soon as the door shut, Marceline dropped the act and sat up, grinning. She gave a half-bow from where she sat. "Thank you, thank you. Please, hold the applause."

"You're milking it," Alexandria said, but she too was grinning.

"It was some of my finest work. Oh, but who am I kidding. All my work is fine." She leaned back against the headrest with her arms behind her head. "You can both start thanking me now."

"Gods, you're the worst," Robin said as he rolled his eyes. Regardless, he gave her a quick hug. "I'm gonna get some fresh air."

"We'll join you in a bit," Alexandria said. "Mimi needs to "heal up," but we're not missing the fireworks show."

Robin nodded, then opened the door as soon as Marceline got back into position. There were two guards standing at the door, both of whom looked suspiciously at Robin as he exited. "Can I ask where you're going, my Lord?"

"I need some fresh air," he said plainly.

"This area is technically off-limits, save for the one exception for your sister."

"Do you want another one of us to faint?"

The guard sighed and gestured to his partner to follow Robin. Robin rolled his eyes as the man armed to the teeth trailed behind him.

"I'm really only planning to watch the fireworks. It'll be quite the boring post," he said as he pushed the doors open, once again letting them fall behind him before the guard could exit himself.

"I'm just doing my duty, milord," the guard said with the typical passive-aggressive lilt in his voice that Robin recognized in all Thalmor.

"Of course you are."

Robin found a place along the veranda overlooking the courtyard, dusted off the snow, and hopped up onto the cold stone fence.

Unlike most nights, the sky was dull and fairly boring this evening. Both moons in their new phase, leaving an emptiness in their place, and the cloudy weather hid away the usual colored canvas of the night sky. But it would only last so long, because soon enough, there would be...

An explosion sounded from the other building, then a yellow light shot high into the air with an extended whoooosh. Higher and higher, until it burst into an array of lights, the sparks gently falling to the ground like bright snowflakes.

The fireworks. Also known as the singular redeeming feature of these damned events. Robin adored them. Even the smell of the smoke that wafted through the air was oddly comforting.

"Can I join you?" Isobel's voice called from behind him.

Great. Just what he needed. "If you must," he muttered, flicking at the snow on his side.

"I noticed you didn't eat much, so I got you a snack." Beside him, she placed a small plate of food. Mostly sliced fruit—apples, grapes, a few carrot sticks, but there was also a sweetroll and honey nut treat.

"Thanks," he said plainly, but made no move to grab any food for himself.

He could feel his mother's eyes on him, but he kept his own focused on the fireworks above.

"I know what that was all a lie, you know," she whispered.

The statement caught him off guard, and he turned to look at her, shocked. "When did you figure it out?"

"When Marceline started whispering to you at the party."

Robin flushed, and he hoped his mother would blame it on the cold air.

"Wanna know a secret?"

He nodded.

"I hate those parties too," she admitted in a quiet voice, such that the guard standing watch across the veranda couldn't hear. "It's why I finished my business there and insisted I check on Mimi again. I knew she didn't need it, but every other person in that room is a snake."

Robin was once again taken aback by his mother's words. "So you're where Mimi gets her acting skills from?"

Isobel laughed. "I suppose I must be."

"Why, then?" He asked. "Why do you put up with these functions at all?"

She sighed and began drawing shapes in the snow. "You know how it is with these people. One wrong move and you're gone. Staying in their favor is the only way for us to keep our heads above water."

"Then why put up with me?" The question came quietly, his voice barely audible over the loud bangs of the fireworks above them.

She furrowed her brows and stepped closer. "Just what are you on about?"

He didn't want to go explaining himself, but he supposed he was backed into a corner here. "Everyone here thinks of me as some lowly thief. Maybe I was always meant to be. We aren't exactly cut from the same cloth, so what's in it for you to care?"

Isobel's expression hardened, her concern replaced with determination. "Robin," she sighed, grasping his hand. "Our family is the only thing left that I care about. You're the reason I do any of this. Don't go doubting what you mean to me."

Despite all his desire to believe that, his heart wouldn't allow him. He could only offer her a small hum in return, not meeting her gaze. He felt a kiss to the back of his hand, then the feeling of it being pressed against his mother's forehead. The gesture, warm and familiar and so reminiscent of a home he never got to know, made him smile.

"I love you, understand?" his mother said, firmly. He was familiar with the tone all too well, but it usually came with a sense of anger behind it. He liked this more. The words felt not like a gentle cradle, but a tight hug, and it felt right.

"I know," he said. And no matter how awful his mood, or how terrible the fight they had gotten into, he would always say, "I love you too."

#oc: robin silver blood #oc: marceline silver blood #oc: isobel silver blood #gen: silver blood fam #gen: little rieklings #cozy writes #skyrim fanfic #25daysoftescheer #these keep turning out so long and for what

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ladymacbeths · 4 years

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hey guys!! so i just hit 1k and i have 2 say.... thank y’all so much this is wild omg......... thank you for supporting my screaming and for just. being here. so as a celebration i decided to do themed blogrates and name aesthetics!!

to join, you have to:

mbf this marecal stan

reblog this post

send me a 🥀 for a regular blograte, 🌩 for a harry potter themed blograte, 👑 for a red queen blograte, ☀ for a grishaverse blograte, or ✨ + your name for a written name aesthetic!!

you can send more than one at a time!!

check out my net maybe?

if you don’t wanna see this on your dash blacklist #margs celebrates 1k

and that’s all!! tysm again and hope y’all have a wonderful day!! the blograte formats are under the cut.

blograte

url: keyword smash/could be better/n i c e/omg how…/TIBERIAS CALORE

icon: what/eh its ok/im feeling it/imam steal it/MARE BARROW

mobile theme: honey no…/kinda cool/a whole ass vibe/nut/HARRY POTTER

desktop theme: zero flavor/nice I guess/seccsie/leak code/JUDE DUARTE

posts: not my type/could be better/u have TASTE/chef’s kiss/PERCY JACKSON

creations: need a glo up/getting there/u made Several Points/teach me your ways/NINA ZENIK

overall: pass/cute but not my type/I’m into it/quality. fucking. content./MAVEN CALORE

follow: nah fam/now I am!!/of course/you’re never getting rid of me

harry potter

House: Gryffindor/slytherin/ravenclaw/hufflepuff

School: Hogwarts/durmstrang/beauxbatons/ilvermorny/castelobruxo/mahoutokoro/uagadou/koldovstoretz

Blood: pureblood/halfblood/muggle

Wand: phoenix feather/unicorn string/dragon heartstring/thestral hair

Job: auror/professor/journalist/potion master/cursebreaker/healer/quidditch player/legislator

Patronus: otter/swan/horse/raven/thestral/dog/butterfly/stag/runespoor/dragon/hippogriff/rabbit/frog/wolf/rat

Era: founders/marauders/lightning/next gen

Character: harry/ron/hermione/draco/luna/neville/ginny/pansy/cho/cedric

red queen

Blood: silver/red/newblood

Country: norta/lakelands/piedmont/Montfort

House: calore/samos/merandus/iral/jacos/lerolan/skonos/viper/haven/arven

Ability: burner/healer/electricon/nymph/telky/gravitron/whisper/silencer/magnetron/greenwarden/strongarm/bomber

Alliance: royal/rebel/citizen

Character: mare/cal/maven/Farley/Evangeline/kilorn/iris

grishaverse

Country: ravka/fjerda/shu han/kerch/novyi zem

Grisha order: corporalnik/materialnik/etheralnik

Gang: dregs/razorgulls/dime lions/black tips

Series: grisha trilogy/six of crows/nikolai duology

Character: alina/nikolai/the darkling/zoya/genya/kaz/inej/jesper/nina/Matthias/wylan/kuwei

#mine #margs celebrates 1k #IM DHBDHEBFE THANK YALL #bls don't let this flop #also...... send themed brs pls..... dont wanna b mean

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daredevilexchange · 5 years

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The 2019 Daredevil & Defenders Exchange Masterpost!

You can scroll down this link, or check the AO3 collection where more (but not all!) fanworks can be found.

Over 60 fanworks were created - art, fic, gifs, vids... you name it! Gen or shippy; comics or show-based; fluffy or angsty... there’s something for everyone! You’ll find Tumblr links and, when relevant, AO3 ones under the cut. And at the bottom of the list, where to find the extra prompts and the first few works created from them!

Banners by @maaaattheeeeew ! *hearteyes*

Loyalty, beautiful and spot-on DD fanart by @rkun820 for @vincent-vangogurt about Matt’s struggles with justice ! A strong start ^_^

For Once In Your Life, Take A Goddamn Break; a wonderful team fic (AO3) (Matt, Please :D) by @thattemplardude for @youveneverbeenalone !

5 Alarm Fire, a fic (AO3) there’s an onion, sugar, and an orange and no, it’s not a weird recipe - it’s @vexfulfun ’s gift for @mattaretto !

Nightmares, Fratt fanart and fanfiction by @imagineandimagine for @gunisher... Matt, Frank, and a book: what’s not to love ?

Coffee Break, @wrtng-thngs-nd-stff ’s fic (AO3) for @it-is-americas-ass: yay, Danny and Matt bonding !

A MattFoggy fanart by @artbymintcookies for @booksandcoffeeandink with Angsty Yet Soft Feels !

Walk A Mile, @djinnj ’s fic for @pixelbypixelfanfic - lovely light vignettes with lots of warm fuzzies !

After The Fact, Beautiful, atmospheric fanart (AO3) of Jess and Matt chatting on rooftops like bros by @maaaattheeeeew for @thattemplardude ... and Dying, an angsty Matt/Jess one (AO3) !

Aquiesce, @wrtng-thngs-nd-stff ’s h/c Fratt fic (AO3) where family isn’t only blood, for @not-madder-red !

Lux Aeterna, Some sweet, sweet MattFoggy smutty fic (AO3) from @beaarthurpendragon for @politikfic !

Made For You, a super-cute gen fic (AO3) with Our Heroes being friends plus kitties! and Wake me up when I scream, a straight-to-the-heart bonus fic (AO3) by@stripedscribe for @majorgenerally !

A Long-Standing Tradition by @a-silver-sun for @cjmonsterwolf, a sweet college-era MattFoggy fic (AO3) !

Awesome Victorian AU Elektra fanart by @hellvocado for @cptnmarvell !

Roommate Blues, an action AND whumped-packed Punisher fic (AO3) by @sholiofic for @imagineandimagine !

He Had A Speech Prepared, a sweet, cute Comics DD MattFoggy awkward proposal fic (AO3) by @pomegranate-belle for @hehearse !

a Fratt Bodyguard!AU hilarious and cute gifset AND a MattFoggy feels-full gifset by @cptnmarvell for @freshhavocado !

A Tale Of Two Cities, a fic about the Nelson brothers with conflicted fam feels (AO3) by @beguilewritesstuff for @djclawson !

Together, a MattJess case/heist fic (AO3) where one particular butt is a... salient point if interest ;-) by @avengers4 for @blog-redrowan !

A Nightingale Sang in Hell’s Kitchen, a MattFoggy slow burn crossover fic (AO3) with Good Omens and Nine Blocks, a moving gen Maggie & Matt fic (AO3) by @pixelbypixelfanfic for @en-ki-duu !

Full consent of the will, a MattFoggy fic with lovely pining (AO3) written by @ijustreallylovedaredevil for @katbelleinthedark !

Two works here! A sweater-clad Matt and a cute, sweet Fratt moment, fanart by @kurisu-80 for @beguilewritesstuff !

and i was the fire. a wrenching fic (AO3) where Matt, uh, slips (no spoilers!) by @not-madder-red for @misterknife !

The One Where Danny Gets Amnesia, a lovely what-it-says-on-the-tin team fic (AO3) by @beguilewritesstuff for @sholiofic!

Mama Teresa’s, a hilarious NY Pizza Discourse fic (AO3) by @majorgenerally for @tofuthebold-art !

Hold Me Tight And Fear Me Not, the Luke/Danny fic (AO3) set in a fantasy setting that you never knew you needed, by @blog-redrowan for @ironwingedhawk !

Show me heaven or kingdom come, @thevampirecat ’s WHOA Kastle fic (AO3) for @christopherevanses !

Beach-themed, Team Red, Comics DD fanart by @artbymintcookies for @avengers4 - so (t)hot !

In The House Of God, a feel-good, finding each other again MattElektra fic (AO3) by @ourgraciousqueen for @djinnj !

Crimson, a MattElektra 5+1 fic (AO3) and Hawkguy And The Devil, a (Comics version) Clint Barton / Matt Murdock fic (AO3) by @titconao3 for @lemonchomps !

A lovely, touching Kastle gifset by @egertondyke for @thevampirecat !

In All His Glory (AO3) and Lost (AO3), two fics by @booksandcoffeeandink for @pomegranate-belle - with bed-sharing, senses-related whump, and all the feel-good high points you’d want from MattFoggy fics !

Call Out My Name, an oh-so-cute MattFoggy fanvid (GDrive) by @kotaka-kun for @withinmeloveresides1 !

Making Choices and how they define your future, @lemonchomps ’s lovely fic (AO3) for @downeystarkjr !

Sensory Overload fanart by @catfoolery for @ijustreallylovedaredevil - oh noes, poor Matt ! (yay, all of the whump lovers say !)

Everybody Loves Me, an upbeat, entertaining fanvid (YouTube) about Matt and Frank by @downeystarkjr for @bialiencowboy !

Serenity, a fantastic Danny, Colleen & Ward-centric whump fic (AO3) by @sholiofic for @disappearinginq !

Painkiller, gorgeous Matt-centric fanart (AO3) by @tofuthebold-art for @vexfulfun !

Our team having fun fanart by @misterknife for @mabs-key !

the dangers in the anger (and the hanging onto it) a fic (AO3) by @katbelleinthedark for @therandomflyer that will not leave you dry-eyed !

Drunk baby avocados in college fanart by @hehearse for @whumpdevil - with SOCKS !

Won’t you please (fall in love) Cute alternate first meeting for Matt & Foggy - @confusedandhopeful ’s fic (AO3) for @kotaka-kun!

Gorgeous DD fanart by @dippy-ecks for @titconao3 - many light, very beauty, much *heart* !

I heard a rumour... a funny a cute fic (AO3) where poor Matt has to deal with the devil part of his name, by @bialiencowboy for @stripedscribe !

@quicksillver ’s Very Red (and stunning!) DD fanart for @kurisu-80 !

The Spy Life, @withinmeloveresides1 's gift fic (AO3) for @artbymintcookies ! spies? check! humour? check! John Wick AND Constantine? double check :D

Volatile, @acesammy ’s thoughtful, moody fanart for @dippy-ecks !

Bukowski, @runpogorun ’s both touching and amusing fic (AO3) for @wrtng-thngs-nd-stff !

The Matt Murdock Guide to Making Friends, an exctiting, action-packed fic (AO3) by @ceterisparibus116 for @a-silver-sun !

@vincent-vangogurt ’s College Days, soft & sweet MattElektra fanart for @ourgraciousqueen !

nobody mess with my familia, @en-ki-duu ’s soft fic (AO3) with Matt and Foggy being worried and caring for @confusedandhopeful !

@christopherevanses ’s moving, lovely Matt & Maggie gifset for @ceterisparibus116 !

Blinded by The light, a Mattfoggy PLUS Men in Black fusion fic (AO3) by @ironwingedhawk for @hellvocado - woohoo!

If I Needed You, @enthusiasmgirl ’s feels-full, Foggy-centric fic (AO3) for @beaarthurpendragon !

A.K.A. Teamwork Makes the Dream Work, a funny, charming team case-fic (AO3) by @youveneverbeenalone for @runpogorun !

OMG They Were Roommates :D , fun Fratt fanart by @freshhavocado for @maaaattheeeeew !

Deep Underwater, a moving team fic where Foggy has to face his demons... but he’s not alone! (AO3) by @qs63 for @enthusiasmgirl !

A Richard Siken quote inspired this lovely MattElektra gifset by @robertdowney-jr for @egertondyke !

The Amended Stages of Grief, a college-era gen fic (AO3) where Our Heroes get hilariously sloshed by @therandomflyer for @qs63 !

@kiosks ’s whumped DD and caring Punisher fanart for @quicksillver !

The Care and Feeding of Matthew M. Murdock, a super-cute college-era fic with one sleepy, stubborn Matty (AO3) by @politikfic for @acesammy !

@quicksillver ’s superb fanart of a violin-playing, bruised Matt for @rkun820 !

What Happens in Vegas, a fic (AO3) by @djclawson for @catfoolery. Fratt on a road-trip to Vegas - nuff said :-) !

Already published Extra Prompts Works!

Check them out, they're free to play with ^_^

Bookworm, @mattaretto ’s fic from @imagineandimagine 's prompt !

Baubles, a fic (AO3) from @stripedscribe 's prompt and Buzzwords, a fic (AO3) from @beguilewritesstuff 's prompt; both by @wrtng-thngs-nd-stff !

Claire says thank you, and she’s already looking forward to the next exchange and YOUR participation!

#dde2019 #masterpost #extra prompts

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comicgeekscomicgeek · 4 years

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Their Hero Academia – Chapter 41: A Mighty Internship Begins!

Presenting the next raw and unedited chapter of my on-going, next-gen, My Hero Academia fic, Their Hero Academia!

Earlier chapters can be found here

Might Tower! Once home to All Might, now home to Deku and Lemillion, the Number One and Number Two Heroes (who often traded off positions in the charts). It was also home to two of the most effective Underground Heroes, the Voice and Glamour. There were also countless Sidekicks and an in-house Support Studio headed by Melissa Togata.

The bottom floor included a museum, devoted to All Might’s incredible career (including a gift shop, all proceeds from which went to charitable organizations and efforts). There were floors of phone banks, answering calls mundane and urgent, the staff well-trained to direct the calls to the correct people or bring Hero attention to it. There were floors of offices, handling all the paperwork that came with such a huge organization. There were multiple floors devoted entirely to a Support Studio. And, of course, there was a floor each for Deku and Lemillion, and subterranean levels for the Underground Heroes.

Countless people worked there. It was, in fact, by percentage of employees, the largest employer of the Quirkless in all of Japan.

And it was where Isamu was going to be spending the next week for his Internship. With Deku. The Number One Hero.

A hand clasped on his shoulder. “You have to go inside, Haimawari.”

“Yah!” he let out a gasp, returning to reality. “Sorry, Midoriya. Drifted away there for a second. Just feeling overwhelmed.”

“Relax, man,” Midoriya said. He was interning with Lemillion, but he didn’t seem nervous in the least. Small wonder, when he was the son of the Number One Hero, who had grown up with other Heroes around him like an extended clan of Uncles and Aunts. Lemillion was even his godfather, for crying out loud! He’d probably practically grown up in Might Tower. “You earned this.”

“For what it’s worth,” Kocho said, wings trailing behind her, “I can’t believe I’m here either.” She too was interning with Deku. Or, as she’d explained on the train ride over, “doing a ride along.” The Voice—Shinso’s dad—was also going to be working with her.

The moth-winged General Studies student had been offered a spot in the Hero Course following her Sports Festival performance. If she could get herself up to their level, she’d be able to join them for the Summer Training Camp and then formally join their class for the second semester. It’d be nice, Isamu reflected, having someone else in the class who didn’t come from a Hero-pedigree.

“Well,” Midoriya said, “you earned it too.” He looked both of them over and hesitated only a moment before he spoke again. “Really, you guys can relax. Dad’s one of the easiest going guys around. And Uncle Hitoshi acts kind of grumpy sometimes, but he’s really a softie. You’ll do great!”

Well, one of those statements was definitely true. Isamu had seen Deku interviewed often enough to know that he could shift easily between giving an inspiring speech to suddenly geeking out over a new Hero or one of his friends or even the interviewer’s Quirk. He saw some of that in Midoirya, but he must have gotten a decent dose of good sense from his mom.

“C’mon,” Midoriya said, waving a hand in the direction of the doors. “Let’s go in.”

Isamu grabbed the handle of his rolling luggage and followed suit.

***

Having left Midoriya behind several floors below, Koharu stepped off the elevator with Haimawari and onto the top floor of Might Tower. Passing through the lobby and other floors with Midoriya had been an experience; everyone there seemed to know him. Small surprise, really, given who he was.

She’d been here a few times on school trips and during one special civilian tour (her uncle, who worked the night shift dispatch, had managed to get tickets for the family), but coming into it as a potential Hero was another thing entirely. Maybe she’d walk these halls as a Sidekick someday? It was way too early to think about. She wasn’t even a Hero Course student yet, not really. She’d signed the paperwork, the offer had been extended, but she needed to prove herself first.

A bespectacled secretary told them that Deku was in his office and directed them down the hall.

“Here,” Haimawari said, pulling open the door to the office for her. “Ah, Mister Deku, sir?” he asked.

“They told us you were insiiii….” Koharu trailed off, struck speechless by the sight inside.

The whole office looked like it had been the scene of a terrible battle, the walls cracked and furniture turned over and broken. How had anyone not heard this?

“D-d-d-Deku!” Haimawari shrieked, pointing a long arm. “He’s… he’s… dead!”

She followed his finger and saw Deku on the ground, laying on his stomach in a pool of what looked like blood. His arms and legs were splayed and… were those his intestines? Perhaps it was unheroic of her, but Koharu let out a scream. They had to get someone, get someone to help, how could this have happened without anyone knowing?!

Suddenly, Deku sprang to his feet, somehow looking none the worse for wear. “I’m alive!” he said, a big grin across his face.

This time, both she and Haimawari screamed.

There was the sound of running feet in the hallway and another burst into the room, a young man, maybe in his early twenties, blond, muscular, and wearing a silver and black costume, lined with red, the majority of the chest taken up by a silver shield-shape. “What’s going on…?” He took one look at the room, at Deku, and at Haimawari and her, then slapped a hand to his face. “Dammit, Uncle Izuku, not again!”

No longer able to hold it, Deku let out a long laugh, nearly doubling over. “Sorry, sorry,” he said, finally righting himself. “But you should have seen the look on your faces…!”

Koharu exchanged a look with Haimawari. What the hell was going on?

“Okay, okay,” Deku said, looking to a corner on the room. “You can drop the illusion, Camie.”

There was a strange moment and then the world shifted, the destruction and blood and violence done to the office disappearing and leaving it in its normal state. And there in the corner was blonde woman in a skintight catsuit, the zipper pulled down low to expose her cleavage, and a peaked cap. She was leaning lazily against the wall, scrolling through her phone.

“’sup, fam,” the woman said, giving them a little wave.

“You’re… you’re the Shield!” Haimawari said, pointing at the blond man. “And you’re Glamour! I knew you both worked here, but I didn’t expect to see either of you on the first day!”

Koharu felt her heartrate slowly returning to normal. Haimawari geeking out over the Heroes was relaxing, in its own way. It was such a normal reaction. One she’d have probably echoed if the sight of Deku, dead, wasn’t still trying to burn its way across her memory. The Shield she recognized, one of Deku’s most well-known sidekicks. The woman seemed vaguely familiar, but didn’t strike any major memory chords.

“I’m sorry,” the Shield said. “He does this to all the new Interns and Sidekicks. He did it to me on my first day and I nearly jumped through the roof.”

“Hey!” Deku said. “It’s a time tested method for surprising Interns, passed down to me by Gran Torino himself!”

“You mean the guy whose idea of training was to beat the shit out of me?”

The Number One Hero smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head, pointedly ignoring his Sidekick’s question. “Anyway, where are my manners? Kids, this is Tamaki Togata, one of my Sidekicks, and Camie Shinso, one of the Underground Heroes who works here. Tamaki, Camie, these are Isamu Haimawari and Koharu Kocho, my Interns for the week. Koharu here is Kaito down in dispatch’s niece.

“The First and Third Place finishers at the Sports Festival!” Deku finished excitedly.

Koharu felt a smile tug at her lips. Deku’s enthusiasm was positively infectious and for a moment, at least, all her doubts about being here were banished. “Your son finished Third too,” she said.

“Midoriya’s deserved it,” Haimawari agreed. “He got all of us through the first leg with his plan.”

“He’s a good kid,” Deku agreed. “Mirio will take good care of him, I’m sure.”

The Shield nodded. “I saw the Sports Festival. You did good work, both of you. Wish my kid brother had done half as well, but he’s happy tinkering with his toys. Nejire came in third place too, for the Third Years. Hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Shota couldn’t stop talking about it,” Glamour agreed. “Mad lit, kids. And Kaito’s a total star. Keeps the whole ship running at night. Hubs likes him ‘cause he doesn’t get gabby.”

“Thank you,” Koharu said. Her uncle wasn’t the bragging type, but she knew his job was frequently demanding and stressful, so praise from the Heroes who relied on his support was nice to hear.

Deku grinned again. “Okay, Tamaki, you want to show the kids where they can stash their stuff, then show them to the locker rooms, and then meet me down in Training Room Alpha? And Camie, if you’d like Hitoshi know they’re here?”

“Can do,” the Shield said, tossing off a small salute.

“If he’s awake,” Glamour said. “Might have to kick him a few times.”

“Careful,” Deku told her. “He just got a new sleeping bag with extra padding.”

“It’s that a little fast?” Koharu asked, a little surprised. “I mean, I’m here to learn, I know, but I’m so far behind…” Maybe Heroes just did things quickly. She’d studied them plenty, but didn’t have any real idea how this was supposed to go.

There was still so much she had to catch up on. What she’d done to teach herself had gotten her far, but she lacked the foundations and skills the Hero Course students had. She thought she might observe or something first, but to just go for it like that?

“All the better reason to get started now!” Deku beamed.

***

“Oh, that was awesome!” Deku yelled, pumping a fist in the air.

Isamu came to a stop, firing a small burst of power like a retro-rocket. Next to him, Kocho touched down with a flutter of wings. Training Room Alpha turned out to be specifically reserved for Interns, Sidekicks, and Work Study participants, allowing them to hone their Quirks and skills in relatively lower stakes simulated environments, using the latest in holographic technologies. Deku had started them off with a simple obstacle course, throwing various challenges their way (such as catching a falling civilian or avoiding simulated flames) as they made their way across a series of rooftops. The nature of it meant he hadn’t been able to go full throttle, and Kocho had been able to keep up with him that way.

It had probably started as a competition, but it had quickly fallen into something more like cooperation. Which was probably Deku’s intention in the first place. He hadn’t offered any instruction, just letting them go and seeing what they could do. Considering he had a notebook (Actual paper and pen! In this day and age!) open in front of him and was still scribbling, he probably had lots of feedback pending.

He offered the purple and blue haired girl a handshake, which she took. “Good work,” he said. While he was wearing his costume, she wore a U.A. gym uniform, having explained that there hadn’t been time to fabricate a costume before the Internship began.

“Thanks,” she replied. “You too.”

“It was all right.”

The sudden voice snapped Haimawari’s head around, to a figure all dressed in black, a steel-grey cloth wound around his neck like a scarf. “Mi—mi—Mister Aizawa!”

No, wait, that wasn’t right… In fact, he looked pretty much like an older version of Shota Shinso. Right! The Voice!

He wasn’t the only one who recognized him, though. Koharu practically lit up at the sight of him. “You’re Shinso!” she yelled. “You’re a legend!”

The tired looking man shrugged. “That’s my name,” he said. “But I’m no legend.”

“Oh, don’t be so modest, Hitoshi!” Deku said.

“But you, young lady,” Shinso continued, as though Deku hadn’t spoken, “you were very impressive.”

“He’s getting his license so he can take on Interns,” Deku volunteered. “Which is something he’d said he’d never do. Because then he’d have to deal with… extroverts. I’d have asked you anyway, Kocho, but Shinso really wanted me to.”

“Just give it all away, why don’t you, Deku?” Shinso asked, but he sounded more amused than annoyed.

“You’re, um, you’re nothing like your son, Sir,” Isamu said, then instantly slapped both hands over his mouth. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. But it was true. Shinso the younger was so talkative and energetic, and the Voice was so… not. He was afraid he was going to fall asleep just standing there watching them.

“Heh.” The smallest possible smile he’d ever seen anyone make moved across Shinso’s lips. “He certainly takes after his mother in that regard.”

Isamu decided not to dwell on how a guy like the Voice had managed to marry a woman like Glamour. Some things were best not thought about. Though he supposed you could say the same thing about his own parents, with his easy going, goofy dad, and high strung mother.

The purple-haired Hero’s eyes narrowed, highlighting the bags under them. “Still… Izuku was able to remind me that I do have a lot of wisdom and experience to offer. If somewhat unofficially.”

“Okay, so, before we move on to the next exercise,” Deku said, and Isamu could swear he saw a maniac energy in the man’s eyes, “I have so many questions about your Quirks!”

***

Shinso! The Shiso! The Voice! Only one of the most famous General Education students turned Hero ever! There wasn’t a student in the General Education course who didn’t look up to him. To think, Koharu wasn’t just following in his footsteps, but getting first-hand experience with him!

After giving her and Haimawari time to shower, Deku had taken the gawky boy off with him, leaving her and Shinso. Technically, all they were supposed to be doing was getting breakfast in the cafeteria. But this wasn’t even reading between the lines. The Number One Hero was certainly playing more fast and loose with the rules than she would have thought!

She’d been surprised by the number of food choices available, though, especially the liquid options! She’d been a little worried about that and in fact had a few options packed away in her luggage. The two of them occupied one table, while various Sidekicks and other employees occupied others and left them in peace.

Shinso, as it turned out, also enjoyed pouched food. “So,” he said, “I don’t suppose I can interest you in being an Underground Hero?”

Koharu blinked her large eyes at that, slowly withdrawing her proboscis from the syrupy fruit pouch she was drinking. “I think I’m a little too distinctive for that,” she said.

His shoulder went up in the slightest of shrugs. “Worth a shot,” he said. “But you’re right. The public will love you. You’re flashy and distinctive. Camie says you’re “trending” and “a hashtag.” Whatever that means.”

Koharu decided educating a Pro-Hero on the intricacies of internet terminology was not something she was interested in doing. “I’ve tried not looking too much at what the internet is saying about me,” she said. “But I haven’t been all that successful. A lot of people seem real excited about me. The school, the public, even Deku. Feels like a lot of people are making a big deal out of me. Not sure if I feel like I deserve it.”

There was certainly a subset of the internet that seemed to feel the same, coming up with all kinds of preposterous claims and accusations, saying she was just taking attention away from up and coming Heroes. And then there were the more vicious comments, from those who still held a lot of prejudice towards Mutant-Type Quirks. The former were annoying and chiseled away at her self-confidence. But the latter? Those hurt.

“You don’t,” Shinso said, and Koharu felt her mouth open in shock.

“What?”

“Not because of the Sports Festival win, anyway,” Shinso amended hastily, as though sensing he’d been a bit too blunt. “People make more out of the Sports Festival than it really is. It’s a chance to show off, but it’s not the be-all or end-all of Hero-training. And it’s still horrifically biased, if not quite so bad as the Entrance Exam still is. Though making a good impression is still important.”

He fixed her with an intense stare. “The fact that you impressed Nezu and others in the faculty is what’s significant. You’re being fast-tracked. I had to train for months to just have the chance to try out for the Hero Course and I didn’t get to join until the second year. If they’re putting that out there, it means you have a real shot at doing something great. Of course, I was young and stupid. You’re young, but I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“…Thanks?” she tried.

“Besides,” he added, “you’ve got me in your corner. I know how Aizawa thinks, and I know exactly what you’re going to need to get up to Hero Course standard. And I’ll share it with you, on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“When you’re a famous Pro-hero, you pass the torch, same as I’m doing now.”

***

Isamu was honestly surprised by how approachable Deku was, even if he shouldn’t have been. Between what he’d seen in interviews and how Midoriya had talked about him, it was obvious the Number One Hero was able to switch from “Hero Mode” when dealing with villains or disasters to some kind of “Civilian Mode” when doing practically anything else. As they’d gotten their food and taken a seat in the cafeteria (And Deku was just… eating in the cafeteria. Like he was some Sidekick or paper pusher, not the guy who literally owned the place!), it became rapidly clear that he knew the name of each and every person who worked for him, calling them by name and asking questions about their family or hobbies or other details that he wouldn’t have thought he’d have time or inclination to know.

Isamu took a bite of his breakfast sandwich (What could he say? Convenience store style foods agreed with him.), then a long swig of coffee. Probably more sugar in it than he should have, but he wanted to make sure he was fully awake and alert for the day.

“So,” Deku said, in-between bites of his own breakfast, “can I ask you something, Haimawari? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

Well, that was a loaded statement if ever he heard one. Isamu felt his heartrate kick up a notch. What could Deku possibly want to know? “Ah, sure?” he said, wishing he felt more sure of himself, or that it sounded less like a question.

“Maybe I’m overthinking this,” Deku said, “because that’s kind of my thing, but after the Sports Festival, I couldn’t help but think that you reminded me of something I’d read about when I was a kid and for a little while when I was in U.A., and then I went digging into some old files and newspaper archives and everything and…”

Isamu knew, instantly, what Deku was planning on asking. He wanted to run or use his Quirk to slide away, but he felt riveted to his seat, despite Deku’s rambling, unassuming nature.

“Are you connected to the Crawler, who used to be in Naruhata?”

Yep, there it was.

“Mister Deku, sir, I…” he began, tripping over his words.

“You can just call me Deku.”

Isamu swallowed hard, looking down. Mobility-enhancing Quirks were quite common, even Quirks which allowed mobility over various surfaces. The specifics, like his needing three points of contact, varied, but Quirks could easily be traced through family lines. He was an only child of an only child, not exactly hard to figure out where it might have come from if anyone did any digging.

“The Crawler?” he asked instead, hoping to buy a few precious seconds to think.

“A Vigilante who used to operate in Naruhata, starting about twenty-eight years ago. Mostly small scale stuff, just helping people on the street, though he and a couple other Vigilantes did get involved with some pretty big stuff on occasion too. But mostly he was kind of a local figure. A “Nice Guy” who helped watch out for people and kept the neighborhood safe. Not many people even know about him, since the press didn’t like to give a lot of attention to that kind of thing, though a few U.A. teachers worked with them and even Captain Celebrity talked about them in his autobiography…”

U.A. teachers. Right. Like Mister Aizawa and Vice-Principal Midnight. Both of whom had to know about his parents. Dad had mentioned them often enough, when recounting stories of his glory days. Which was something he’d tried very hard not to think about since the start of school.

“And who disappeared about eighteen years ago. Just a couple years before you were born, as a matter of fact.” Deku finished, matter of factly. “Took a while to find the archival footage, but what little bit there is of him in action pretty much lines up exactly with you at the Sports Festival.”

He shouldn’t have been surprised, he reflected for the second time. Deku was well known for his knowledge of Heroes and his analysis of Quirks. And you couldn’t get to being the Number One Hero without being incredibly clever and intelligent on top of that. It’s a wonder he thought it wouldn’t come up.

“That’s, that’s my dad,” he said, quietly. He looked up, pleadingly. “Please don’t tell anyone.” There wasn’t a statute of limitations on Vigilantism charges. If he got his dad in trouble by going to U.A…!

“Relax,” Deku said, holding up both hands in a placating gesture. “I just wanted to know if my theory was right, and I wanted you to know that I know. No judgements. Everything I’ve pieced together says your dad helped a lot of people.”

Isamu let out a puff of breath. “That’s, that’s good,” he said. “Thank you.”

“So,” Deku continued, “tell me about why you want to be a Hero.”

Now that, that was a question he was more prepared to answer. Especially with more cards on the table. “I want the chance to do what Dad couldn’t,” he said. “He spent, still spends, his life helping people. Big ways and small. But he missed his chance to be a Hero. And I think part of him always regretted that. He told me helping people was the best thing a person could do, no matter if they were a Hero or not. But I just figured that if I did become one, I could help a lot of people. In a lot of big ways.”

At that, Deku nodded. “It’s a good reason,” he said. “I’ve certainly heard worse.”

“I, ah,” Isamu began again, “I just want to really thank you, for this opportunity. I didn’t think somebody like you would ever notice somebody like me.”

For the briefest second, he could have sworn he saw some faraway look pass over Deku’s face. Then he remembered that Deku was, somehow, a very late bloomer, who hadn’t manifested his Quirk until he was a teenager. Who’d gone to school with Shoto and Ingenium and Creati, scions of various Hero legacies of their own. Maybe he did understand a bit.

Deku smiled. “Just looking for someone who looked like they could use a shot. You and Kocho both.”

The Number One Hero’s grin got bigger. “So… how’d you like to go on patrol?”

#my hero academia #their hero academia #fan fic #fan fiction #my writing #isamu haimawari #izuku midoriya #hitoshi shinso #camie utsushimi

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klarolinedrabbles · 5 years

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Got took a different direction from the books. GoT Gendry was the total sum of all of Robert's bastards from the books. He was the only Baratheon left alive in the end and he was the combination of Edric and Mya and Gendry from the books. In the end he was legitimized as a trueborn Baratheon in the show. That made him a claimant for the throne. Yes he was a secondary character still. And yeah I don't think him becoming the King would make any more sense than what they did with GoT Bran -

- my point however is that in the show that council made absolutely no sense. Especially since given the GoT narrative as it had unfolded in the show both Gendry and Jon had the best claim for the Throne. There was no way that there would not be factions that would go into civil war in their name even if they didn’t want the throne. They didn’t even bother to make then abdicate. Tyrion a traitor prisoner gave a bullshit speech and everywhere out of nowhere went along with it. I am calling-

- bullshit here. Especially since in the storyline both Jon and even Gendry had been given the Arthurian storylines of the lost heirs that were destined to be the legend Kings to rise. Even Gendry that was a second thought in the show was the hunted lost heir. The bastard that had the blood of Kings that a witch needed for her magic to work. The underdog that found his Lady in his travels. Having the helmet. Having his father’s strength. Having the parallels. The bones of the story were there-

- far more than GoT Bran’s. Same with Jon. And in the end nothing of that mattered? Not to mention that Sansa called independence but Yara didn’t? Yara that still wanted justice for Daenerys and the independence of the Ironborn was her goal too. How about Dorne that were always half in half out and more out? And with the North independent why would the South lords accept a Northern King? Because Tyrion said so? Because he had the best story no one knew or have heard before? -

- And how on earth would the Southern nobility accept the fortune of Highgarden to go to Bronn? How would they accept Bran as their King when the North that was all the rest Kingdoms combined exited the Kingdoms. And more so with Gendry with the Baratheon claim and Jon with the rightful Targaryen claim? Robert’s conquest was too recent in time so was the passion of his supporters. The Targaryens were an ancient dynasty with fanatics for followers. How will they stop the next civil war? -

- Not to mention that all they need is the next Littlefinger mastermind to work underground for the next election of the King. So when the time comes for a new King to be elected in a medieval feudal society what’s to stop the Lords to create new feuds? And how are the future ‘elected’ Kings going to be contained from not wanting to found their own dynasties with their heirs having claim to the Throne? What’s to stop them? Tyrion’s ghost lecturing them from the beyond? Come on now.

Not to mention that in GoT they basically spelled out that Sansa is all alone in the North and doesn’t want to be touched or marry after her traumatic experiences. Arya doesn’t want to have kids and make a family. Bran can’t have kids. Jon took a new oath that somehow forbids him to have kids and after his tragedy with Ygritte and Dany chances are that he will keep his vows now that he retook the Black. So what? After them the Stark line will end? Forever? That’s it. The pack won’t survive?

FUCKING PREAAAACH IT. Like I’m not saying either Jon or Gendry would’ve worked (although I think the case can be made for each tbh), nor that it was even what I wanted, but the council session in general just…didn’t make sense.

Tyrion not going down with Jon when it was his fucking plan to kill Daenerys, I—

But yep, you’re not gonna tell me that whatever remains of the stormlands wouldn’t advocate for the last Baratheon to take the throne, again not that Gendry would want it, and make no mistake, he wouldn’t, but the people of his region sure af would. And how they didn’t make Jon and Gendry relinquish their claims—because they both had one—is quite frankly beyond me, lmao.

OKAY BUT ALL THE TEA, LIKE HOW TF DID THEY SAY YEAH OK WE’LL TAKE BRAN STARK AS KING, EVEN THOUGH HE’S FROM A REGION THAT NO LONGER PERTAINS TO THE KINGDOM WHO’S RULER THEY’RE VOTING IN, WHERE IS THE LOGIC, LMFKJSNDKJSNA, LIKE I CAN’T.

Yup, Yara’s been fighting for independence longer than literally any other character, and House Martell the longest in Westerosi history, them both staying silent is a joke, to say the least. Also like okay, fair point about a next gen littlefinger pulling the strings in the next vote, did D&D never learn how Pope’s used to be elected??? Through bribes and blackmail, like come on, fam.

A side note, is that what Clapton said the point of the silver bodice part of Sansa’s coronation dress was, a cage??? I haven’t seen a quote on that. THEY LEFT THE FUTURE OF EVERY HOUSE EXCEPT THE TULLY’S UP IN THE SKY, WHO’S IN CHARGE OF THE WESTERLANDS (Tyrion, I’ll assume), WE LITERALLY DON’T KNOW. BRONN GETTING HIGHGARDEN, A SELL-SWORD GETTING ONE OF THE NINE REGIONS AND BEING MADE MASTER OF COIN WHEN THERE’S THAT FUCKING SCENE WHERE HE ASKS TYRION HOW LOANS WORK, LOANS.

But Sam and Gilly ended up together, rejoice ya’ll. I just—bruh. Arya and Gendry ending up together would’ve settled the future of two great houses, we didn’t even need to see actual kids, just them ending up together would’ve sufficed and the implication could’ve been made. Yeah if I were Jon, I’d never love again, lmao. Literally who could blame the man. A mess, a literal mess that I will never get over.

#Stephanie talks GoT #Anonymous #long post

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PHYSICAL !!

1. Describe the character’s height and build. Is she heavyset, thin, short, rangy? She’s thin, or I would put it as athletic. She’s 5′4, so she’s kind of small to be so intimidating. 2. How old is she? Eighteen. 3. Describe her posture. Does she carry herself well or does she slouch? She walks with her back straight and her head held high. 4. How is her health? Is she fit or out of shape? Any illnesses or conditions? Any physical disabilities? Hella fit. She works out a lot, so there’s no way you’re ever going to find her without a six pack. 5. How does she move? Is she clumsy, graceful, tense, fluid? Graceful. Easy. But sharp. Like she’s cutting through the air with every step she takes. 6. How attractive is this character physically? How does she perceive herself in the mirror? If Vitani needed to dress up to stun information out of someone, she would do it, but otherwise she doesn’t think about it. When she looks in the mirror, she doesn’t want to see beauty. She wants to see strength. 7. Describe her complexion. Dark, light, clear, scarred? She is biracial but light-skinned. Her skin is very smooth, which must just be good genes considering she has never done a beauty ritual in her life. 8. Describe her hair: color, texture, style. Brown. At the moment my assumption is that it looks like this. It has been both shorter* and longer*, but she found long hair just got in the way. Naturally her hair is curly* but she often keeps it straight because it’s easier to manage. Another perk to having short hair. 9. What color are her eyes? Dark brown. 10. Does the character have any other noteworthy features? She has a mole by her nose and one on her neck that are often visible. Other than that I would say maybe the obsessive amount of dark eye makeup she wears. 11. What are her chief tension centers? Definitely her shoulders. 12. What is the character’s wardrobe like? Casual, dressy, utilitarian? Bright colors, pastels, neutrals? Is it varied, or does he/she have six of the same suit? Badass. Think biker girl outfits. Leather jackets, white tees, gray tank tops, ripped jeans, silver chokers, heavy black boots, fingerless leather gloves from time to time. Dark eyeliner. Blood red nails, occasionally lipstick to match. It’s intimidating. She’s not a colorful dresser. 13. Do her clothes fit well? Does she seem comfortable in them? She’s very comfortable in them. The way she dresses makes her feel powerful. 14. Does she dress the same on the job as she does in her free time? If not, what are the differences? She’s not going to dress for anyone but herself. Her outfits vary depending on the weather -- she isn’t about to wear a leather jacket when it’s eighty degrees out -- but otherwise, her style is consistent. 15. You knew it was coming: Boxers, briefs or commando? She’s definitely a boxers kind of girl.

SPEECH !!

1. What does this character’s voice sound like? High-pitched, deep, hoarse? She basically sounds like Ashley**. She has a very sweet, childish voice. Fairly hoarse. Anyone that overheard Vitani speaking might think she was innocent because of the way she sounds. They would be wrong. 2. How does she normally speak? Loud, soft, fast, evenly? Does she talk easily, or does she hesitate? She talks easily and evenly. She has no problem raising or lowering her volume if the situation calls for it. 3. Does the character have a distinct accent or dialect? Any individual quirks of pronunciation? Any, like, you know, verbal tics? She uses pet names to patronize quite a bit. Things like love, sweetie, princess, baby girl, honey, doll. She also swears at any given chance. 4. What language/s does she speak, and with how much fluency? Fluent English and only the little bit of Spanish she's learned in school. 5. Does she switch languages or dialects in certain situations? No. If she’s seriously pissed she might not speak as correctly, using “nothing” in place of of “anything” (ex: my parents aren’t afraid of nothin’) or throwing in an “ain’t” but otherwise she sounds about the same. 6. Is she a good impromptu speaker, or does she have to think about her words? Impromptu. 7. Is she eloquent or inarticulate? Under what circumstances might this change? Eloquent. Even when she’s angry, she is usually calm and collected.

MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL !!

1. How intelligent is this character? Is she book-smart or street-smart? Vitani is fairly smart when it comes to schoolwork, enough to pass all of her classes with better than decent grades, but she’s especially street-smart. She had to be. 2. Does she think on her feet, or does she need time to deliberate? On her feet. 3. Describe the character’s thought process. Is she more logical, or more intuitive? Idealistic or practical? I would say both. Her logic is clouded by hatred and pride but she is smart enough not to make spontaneous decisions that will come back to bite her... usually. 4. What kind of education has the character had? She is a high school senior. That’s it as of right now. 5. What are her areas of expertise? What, if anything, is she interested in learning more about? Hurting people. Weapons. I don’t know, man. She’d rather be out of school and working for a living. 6. Is she an introvert or an extrovert? More of an introvert, but she mostly just hates people. 7. Describe the character’s temperament. Is she even-tempered or does she have mood swings? Cheerful or melancholy? Laid-back or driven? Oh, she’s driven alright. It’s hard to call them mood swings because she’s always in the same hateful mood but Kiara can really push her buttons. She drives her one step closer to snapping. She’s angry so often that she’s a calm angry, but definitely too easily set off. 8. How does she respond to new people or situations? Is she suspicious, relaxed, timid, enthusiastic? Bored. Alert. She’s always surveying people. You never know what information you may need to use against them in the future. 9. Is she more likely to act, or to react? Act. Or react vengefully. 10. Which is her default: fight or flight? Fight with a capital F. 11. Describe the character’s sense of humor. Does she appreciate jokes? Puns? Gallows humor? Bathroom humor? Pranks? She's sadistic. Her humor is terrible. She laughs over people getting injured or creepy death jokes. I don't want to understand what goes on in her mind. 12. Does the character have any diagnosable mental disorders? If yes, how does she deal with them? Nope. 13. What moments in this character’s life have defined her as a person? Many of the most defining moments were seemingly unimportant ones with her mother. All of the things that she said, bad things about the Santucci family and comments about being a strong woman, they went straight to Vitani’s head. She bought into it all. Had she been raised by another person, she would have turned out to be vastly different. Kovu betraying the family was no doubt the most defining at all. That was the last thing to turn any little bit of warmth left in her eyes ice cold. Any chances of her redemption are long gone now, and she’s willing to put all of the blame on him no matter how unfair that may be. 14. What does she fear? I honestly don't believe Vitani knows fear. 15. What are her hopes or aspirations? To watch Kiara die. To be a respected and feared leader, to follow in the footsteps of her mother. 16. What is something she doesn’t want anyone to find out about her? That she’s human. That she does have feelings, deep down, way way deep down, underneath that stone exterior.

RELATIONSHIPS !!

1. Describe the character’s relationship with her parents. Her father was never in the picture. It’s only been her mother for as long as she can remember, and she knows she doesn’t love her. The feeling is mutual. She doesn’t need love. As a young child she was envious over the way that Kovu got all the credit, the way he was favored, but none of that matters anymore. She has proven her worth, and she will continue to prove her worth. She does want her mother to be proud of her and she’ll do whatever it takes. 2. Does the character have any siblings? What is/was their relationship like? Not good, pal. Not good. She used to be close to Kovu, but these days she’s out for his blood. And Nuka, well, he’s just right pitiful. She doesn't care to associate with him. 3. Are there other blood relatives to whom she is close? Are there ones she can’t stand? Every member of The Outsiders are family, related or not. That is where her loyalty lies. 4. Are there other, unrelated people whom she considers part of his family? What are her relationships with them? See above. 5. Who is/was the character’s best friend? How did they meet? At one point she would have considered Kovu her best friend. Now she has no one. 6. Does she have other close friends? Nah fam. 7. Does she make friends easily, or does she have trouble getting along with people? It may have something to do with the fact that she is likely to threaten to rip peoples heads off for minor inconveniences, but she is not so great at making friends. She doesn't want to anyway. 8. Which does she consider more important: family or friends? Family. 9. Is the character single, married, divorced, widowed? Has she been married more than once? Single. 10. Is she currently in a romantic relationship with someone other than a spouse? She doesn’t even want one romantic relationship. You won’t find her juggling two. 11. Who was her first crush? Who is her latest? Some boy in middle school. She hasn't allowed herself to crush on anyone since. 12. What does she look for in a romantic partner? She doesn’t. 13. Does the character have children? Grandchildren? If yes, how does she relate to them? If no, does she want any? No, and she doesn't particularly want any. In next gen verse she does have a son and she is a surprisingly good mother. Not great. But good. 14. Does she have any rivals or enemies? Ha. Haha. Hahaha. 15. What is the character’s sexual orientation? Where does she fall on the Kinsey scale? Bisexual. Probably a 3 or a 4. She finds more females physically attractive but there's plenty of male eye candy out there too. 16. How does she feel about sex? How important is it to her? She’s definitely more open to sex than relationships. She doesn’t see it as this deep meaningful thing. There’s no shame in some good, no strings attached sex once awhile. 17. What are her turn-ons? Turn-offs? Weird bedroom habits? Her turn-ons are neck kissing, pain. She’s lowkey kinky. Whips, chains, handcuffs. You know. She marks people’s chests and backs with her nails. Those scratches won’t go away for awhile. Whoever she is with can also expect to leave with a few hickeys. Just don’t go spouting about feelings or she’s out of there.

BELIEFS !!

1. Do you know your character’s astrological (zodiac of choice) sign? How well does she fit type? She’s a Leo. Ironic, right? Leos are known to be passionate leaders, stubborn, independent yet loyal, confident, brave and inflexible. But they are also said to be generous, lazy, cheerful, warmhearted and humorous with a taste for wealth. So it isn’t a perfect fit, but I’d say it’s as close as you’ll find for her. 2. Is this character religious, spiritual, both, or neither? How important are these elements in her life? She doesn’t give it much thought. It’s hard to believe that some man in the sky is up there loving and protecting everyone unconditionally. Not that it matters. Surely if there is an afterlife hers will be spent suffering. 3. Does this character have a personal code of morals or ethics? If so, how did that begin? What would it take to compromise it? She has very few morals. If it’s going to get her what she wants, she’ll do it. 4. How does she regard beliefs that differ from hers? Is she tolerant, intolerant, curious, indifferent? By scoffing and rolling her eyes. She isn’t going to go out of her way to knock someone’s religion or anything, but she doesn’t mind having an argument if it comes up. 5. What prejudices does she hold? Are they irrational or does she have a good reason for them? She’s prejudice towards the entire Santucci clan, but whether that is for good reason or not depends on who you ask.

DAILY LIFE !!

1. What is the character’s financial situation? Is she rich, poor, comfortable, in debt? She has never been very wealthy and it has never bothered her. 2. What is her social status? Has this changed over time, and if so, how has the change affected her? In school, she does not know nor care how people perceive her. She would like to be feared, but she’s got that covered. Back at home, with The Outsiders, she climbed the ranks and she plans on doing the same when she gets back. She has a craving for power. 3. Where does she live? House, apartment, trailer? Is her home her castle or just a place to crash? What condition is it in? Does she share it with others? She lived with her mother and brothers before her life got all shook up and she ended up at Walt Academy. It wasn’t anything fancy but it was home. She had no attachment to it just as she has no attachment to her dorm room, which has stayed as untouched and undecorated as possible on her side. She isn’t so fond of having a roommate. 4. Besides the basic necessities, what does she spend her money on? She doesn’t spend much money. Material things mean very little to her. 5. What does she do for a living? Is she good at it? Does she enjoy it, or would she rather be doing something else? At the moment she’s just a student. She would much rather be at home, running things with her mother. And she plans to be back there as soon as possible. 6. What are her interests or hobbies? How does she spend her free time? Playing with Kiara and Kovu voodoo dolls. No, in all seriousness, her spare time is spent plotting revenge and exercising/training. She has very little patience for the things that are entertainment for average people. 7. What are her eating habits? Does she skip meals, eat out, drink alcohol, avoid certain foods? She tries to eat somewhat healthy to stay in shape, but she isn’t picky. She eats what she gets. Seeing as she isn’t much of a cook, it’s usually fast food or instant meals. A lot of fruit and veggies. She doesn’t drink that often but trust me -- the girl can hold her liquor.

ASSOCIATIONS !!

1. Color? Red. Also black. But mostly red. 2. Smell? Smoke. 3. Time of day? Midnight. 4. Season? Summer. 5. Book? She doesn’t read much. 6. Music? Soft female voices with a creepy tone. Anything by Daughter, Melanie Martinez, Lana Del Rey, Sky Ferreira... she has a very particular sound... 7. Place? New Jersey. 8. Substance? Vodka. 9. Plant? Roses. Because they look beautiful but they have thorns. 10. Animal? Lions. For... obvious reasons.

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