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[eliciana]

Reverse SAGAU: The Weird Door At My Café

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Hello everyone, pls don't expect much from this chapter,which is going to be part of a series, will be that good. I may have grammatical errors and wrong spellings so please don't hesitate to tell me in the comments about it. English is not my main language. Also, I write some very descriptive and long scenes about what the reader does because i got used to writing descriptive essays so please bear with the long paragraphs and sentences. Thank you.

And yes, I'm back. Also the Misunderstanding series will be updated after my exams this is just in my drafts and I wanted to just upload it.

-Eli

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Tw: Reverse!Isekai!Sagau, Normal Au, Café Au, a bit of cussing like this bit 🤏.

Reader: Gn!Reader, Adult!Reader, Café Owner!Reader

Characters: Reader

Note: Restaurant to Another World animanga inspired au. You can slide into my dms (😝 im joking bro) if you ever want to be tagged in my works just tell me what series you want to be tagged in or all of them. thank you <3.

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You close your eyes and think back to that very fateful day — the day that entirely altered your life's course and shatter any semblance of normalcy you once knew. The memory is etched in your mind, clear and vivid. The secret your café had.

You had always dreamed of owning your very own café when you get older. It had always consumed your thoughts and fueled your ambitions. Doing everything you can to be able to make your dream come true. It was a dream that guided you through your highs and lows, the setbacks and triumphs, and now, your very own cafe is now right infront of your eyes. You stand awe, gazing upon your newly built dream café that represents your years of hard work and dedication. It almost feels surreal. The weight of such an accomplishment settles in your shoulders, filling with a sense of pride that it threatens to burst out of your chest.

The obstacles and challenges you faced along the way have not gone unnoticed. The countless hours of planning, the sacrifices made, the hurdles overcome—each scar and battle wound a testament to your unwavering determination. They have shaped you into the person you are today, a person who is standing on the precipice of their own extraordinary creation. In this moment, you can't help but reflect on how far you have come. You just want to curl up into a ball and cry for how proud you are for yourself.

As you approach the door to your café, your hand trembles with anticipation. You grasp the smooth handle, feeling the coolness of the metal against your palm, and slowly turn it. The door swung open, emitting a soft creak that pierced the silence. Above it, a small, quaint bell dangled delicately, waiting to be disturbed. The cascade of delicate notes wove together seamlessly, announcing your presence, like a whispered greeting to anyone who would listen.

You stare in awe and wonder at the interior design of your cafe , captivated by it's beauty. The space exceeds your imagination and sketches, each detail meticulously brought to life. You explore every corner, your eyes eager to take in every detail. The plants you selected with great care breathe life into the space, their vibrant green leaves adding a touch of freshness and enhancing the cozy, warm aura you envisioned. Sunlight steams through the windows, casting a golden glow that illuminates upon your carefully handpicked furniture, adding a touch of charm. Every detail, from the placement of tables and chairs to the color palette and textures and to the shelf placed at the wall behind the counter with small sized standees of genshin impact, comes together harmoniously, painting a reality that is more beautiful than it was in your imagination.

You took one last look at your own café, only to catch sight of a door that had seemingly materialized out of thin air. It wasn't in your sketches, nor was it part of the layout you had memorized. How could something so out of place suddenly appear in your beloved café? How weird. You were sure that when you went inside this café it was never there. It was on the opposite side of the front entrance door of your café. It had a very different kind of design from the doors you had. How weird . Were you perhaps hallucinating? Was your stress and sleep deprivation finally getting to you? You resort to pinching and slapping your cheeks in an attempt to jolt yourself back to reality. Nope. You can still see it. You rushed to go outside of your café. As you step out into the open, your eyes scanning the exterior, you're met with a surprising revelation—the door you saw inside your café is nowhere to be found. It's as if it had vanished into thin air, leaving you bewildered and questioning your senses.

Nonetheless, you breathed a heavy sigh of relief and once again went inside of your café, blaming your hallucination to your stress. However, as your eyes scanned the interior again, you saw the door still there.

'Oh, hell no.' You thought and quickly opened the front door again, took a look at the exterior, look at the door inside, and continued doing that action for a minute. Yup, you're officialy hallucinating.

You looked at the strange door and felt a nagging feeling of curiousity wanting to try and open that door. Maybe it was actually a big ass sticker that one of the builders placed as a prank. You never know. Steeling yourself, you went closer to the door on your tippy toes. Carefully trying to be quiet. Why? You don't know. You just knew you had to. Maybe it was an instinct of yours. You were now infrot of the door and you tried reaching for the door knob still thinking it was a sticker but the coolness feeling in your hands said uno reverse. You abruptly took back your hand in shock. You stared down at the atrocity in front of you. You quickly raised your foot and took off your shoes/heel/slipper and held onto it tightly. Preparing yourself to open the door, you took in a deep breath and reached for the door knob once more. Twisting it open, a ray of sunlight shone through the small crack as you pushed the door open gently.

Your eyes widen at the sight infront of you as you had fully opened the door. The grip your hand had on your lethal weapon widened and it slipped from your hands. The sight infront of you was so surreal. 'This can't be true, right?' your head was going to so many places, unable to comprehend what was going on. You felt kinda dizzy.

You would be a fool not to recognize this place that you had seen so many times throughout your life. A few kilometers infront of you was the City of Mondstadt in view. You could even see the knights guarding the gate and Timmie with his pigeons at the bridge.

The weird door from your cafe was actually a door to the Genshin Impact world. Wow... wtf.

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also pls take a look at my poorly drawn drawing of what your view looks like cause for the love of god I can't seem to explain it:

Also you're in a cliff or something. so yeah

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#genshin sagau #genshin reverse sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin reverse isekai #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #various genshin characters #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #gn!reader x various genshin character #•works[🍡]• #genshin series

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Magical States: All Powers and Weapons

Finally some content from this AU. Big thanks to @the-phoenix-heart for helping with ideas, couldn't have done this without her!

In addition to getting new snazzy outfits, each state has been granted a power and a weapon in the dreamworld. Not all sets are created equal. Some are more combat-oriented, some more support-oriented, some only help themselves, and some only help others. Some states haven't fully realized extent of their powers when they first entered the dream, so the qualities listed here are their baseline abilities.

This is a long post, so the list is under the cut.

Alabama

Power: Cotton Cloud

Alabama can create a red cotton cloud that can slow down whatever is in it.

The cloud is reportedly very comfy.

Weapon: Hammer

His Cotton Cloud makes it easier for him to land hits with his hammer.

It is yellow in color. hehe yellowhammer

Alaska

Power: Bear Form

Alaska can transform into a polar bear at will. Whilst transformed, he still keeps his human mind and ability to talk.

Weapon: Bear claws

In addition to the bear claws from his transformation, the claws on the mitts of the long flaps of his hat can also be used.

Arizona

Power: Hot Hands

Arizona can heat things that he touches.

Weapon: Stiletto daggers

The heat conductive quality of his copper-like daggers allow for him to superheat things in a small point.

Arkansas

Power: Diamond Spikes

He can sprout red diamond spikes from his body. These can be used for defense and/or offense.

Weapon: Hog helmet

Arkansas cannot grow diamonds from his head, so the helmet offers him head protection instead.

Colorado

Power: High Haze

Colorado can emit red smoke from his mouth that gives the effects of altitude sickness to whoever breathes it in.

He cannot control who gets affected so this power is very prone to friendly fire.

States with higher average altitudes will be less affected while lower states will be more affected. Non-personification entities will all feel moderate altitude sickness.

Weapon: Two ice axes

Connecticut

Power: Werewolf

He can partially transform into a wolfish form that enhances his physical speed and strength as well as give him more heightened senses.

Weapon: Shark Grillz

The nutmeg-colored metal over his teeth are sharpened, and they become more effective with Werewolf giving Connie a longer snout.

Delaware

Power: Spot Swap

Delaware can swap places with anybody by saying their name.

Weapon: Shield

It is styled like a kite shield, though more diamond shaped.

Florida

Power: Dragon’s Breath

Florida can shoot fire from his staff, able to shoot fireballs, streams of fire, or maintain a flame for light.

This fire has a magical quality, allowing it to even exist underwater.

Weapon: Gator staff

The gator head at the top of the staff is slightly sentient, and the two trailing ribbons can act as hands.

Georgia

Power: Rest Stop

Georgia can create a circle with a six foot radius around him that can gradually heal the physical injuries of anyone standing in it.

The corresponding area glows peachy pink when he does so.

Weapon: Fiddle

Playing the fiddle allows tree roots to sprout and encircle the circumference of the Rest Stop. As long as Georgia is playing, the roots can move to defend the area. He can do this even if he doesn’t make a Rest Stop.

Idaho

Power: Green Thumb

Idaho can instantly sprout a full grown and healthy potato plant from any solid surface in any environment.

The plant is easy to pull out for harvest.

Weapon: Potato Launcher

He can use the potatoes grown from his Green Thumb as ammo.

The potatoes explode on contact after being launched.

No need to worry about fuel, it’s powered by magic.

Illinois

Power: Danger Sense

Illinois has a heightened instinct for danger and has magically enhanced reflexes.

Weapon: 12 gauge shotgun

The gun shoots buckshot rounds.

Indiana

Power: Superspeed

Weapon: Bullwhip

Inspired by Indiana Jones, this whip is just as versatile. It can be a weapon as well as a grappling tool to grab items, to swing off from, and be used as a rope.

Kansas

Power: Whirlwind

Kansas can manipulate wind.

Weapon: Broom

Combining Whirlwind with his broom, Kansas is able to fly like a witch.

Kentucky

Power: Tune Up

Kentucky can enhance the powers of one person whilst creating music.

Weapon: Native flute

Louisiana

Power: Flight

Louisiana’s pelican wings are larger and finally let him be able to fly. Out of all the other states, his flight is the most agile and precise.

Weapon: Saber

Maine

Power: Ice Breath

Maine can use his Ice Breath to create ramps to launch himself up as well as freeze enemies and create small walls.

Weapon: Ice skates

His skates will always keep the ground under him icy enough to skate on. However, the ice quickly reverts to normal ground the moment he leaves it.

Maryland

Power: Shadow Clones

Maryland can create at most four shadow clones that are equal to him in every way, except that they cannot create more clones.

The four are silhouettes of Maryland tinted red, yellow, white, and black.

Weapon: Lance

Massachusetts

Power: Ghost Troop

Mass can spawn spectral soldiers that fight for him. They’re the same as his Spirit’s. There’s just a small troop of six now.

They use rifles as well as bayonets.

When he spawns more, they rise out of the ground.

Weapon: Polearm

Mainly used to command and direct his soldiers by pointing at whatever needs fighting.

The spearhead resembles that of an upside-down cross.

Michigan

Power: Sharp Frost

By slashing the air, Michigan can project slices of ice or snowy wind. He only needs to create a swinging motion to form and shoot them out.

Weapon: Claw gloves 

Claws can extend from the knuckles of Michigan’s gloves, similar to Wolverine.

Missouri

Power: Foresight

Missouri can sometimes see a spectral image of potentially dangerous events happening seconds before it really happens. It's visible as a short flash in his eyes.

This always triggers if the potentially dangerous event is going to directly affect himself.

Weapon: Mirror Marksman

Missouri has a ray gun that shoots a small laser blast. By itself, the raygun does very little damage.

He can augment his damage by tossing mirror coins into the air that reflect the laser. The more coins are chained, the more damage the laser does.

His Foresight aids him by giving him prediction lines.

Montana

Power: Shooting Star

Montana can call down small golden stars from the sky to strike his opponent with.

The more open sky is available to him, the stronger this power is. The opposite is true as well.

Weapon: Hunting rifle

He shoots the stars from his power as bullets.

Nebraska

Power: Plant manipulation

Nebraska can command plant life to grow and move to his will.

Weapon: Scythe

New Hampshire

Power: Geokinesis

New Hampshire can move and throw earth with his mind. He can even cut out sections of earth to use. However, he cannot shape it.

Weapon: Gauntlets

New Jersey

Power: Fury of the Leeds Devil

New Jersey can dramatically increase his physical capabilities and go into an animalistic mental state by releasing a battle cry.

Weapon: Claw gloves

Not to be confused with Michigan’s Wolverine-esque gloves. The claws go over Jersey’s fingers.

The gloves also have knuckle protection for punching. When he closes his fist, the claws slide up his fingers for more comfortable punching.

New Mexico

Power: Omni-gravity

New Mexico can alter the strength and direction of his own gravity.

Weapon: Grappling hook

New Mexico can separately control the hook’s gravity to help him get around or use it as a flail.

New York

Power: Stormclouds

New York’s Spirit storm clouds can now shoot blue lightning bolts.

Weapon: Spiked bat

His bat is made of metal and can be charged with a lightning strike for more damage.

North Carolina

Power: Tar Heel

The sticky tar can slow down opponents that step in it and/or are covered in it.

Tar is flammable, and other states can set it aflame.

North Carolina’s tar reflects green.

Weapon: Six flintlock pistols

He can summon as many pistols as he wants through the two holster belts strapped across his chest, though only six appear at a time.

The bullets spray buckshot-style, and they spread tar upon hitting the ground which can slow down enemies.

North Dakota

Power: Brotherly Bond

The closer in proximity he is to South Dakota, the more heightened his physical capabilities become.

Weapon: Compound bow

North Dakota often sits on his twin’s motorcycle and shoots arrows from there.

Ohio

Power: Back Tendrils

Ohio can use these to grasp and swing around on the terrain.

Weapon: “Buckbooms,” remote bombs that resemble buckeye nuts.

He is immune to the damage from his own explosions, allowing him to use the force to fly.

Oregon

Power: Woodchipper

Oregon can shred anything in front of him to harmless bits when he creates a small energy field by opening his mouth.

The stuff he eats does gradually fill his stomach, so if he’s full he can’t use his power. 

Weapon: Axe

PA

Power: Forcefields

Hits to his forcefields gradually make his body more fragile.

Weapon: Musket with bayonet

His body now has a composition like that of stone, which makes him more durable than other states. However, his body is now also able to shatter, which prevents him from using any part of him that isn’t attached to his main body. Luckily, the pieces can be easily put back. It is only fatal if the shattered area corresponds to a vital organ rupture or an immediately fatal injury.

South Carolina

Power: Fort Up

South Carolina can spawn a small, wooden, spiked wall out of the ground in front of him.

He can only spawn one at a time, so when he spawns a new one the old one collapses and disappears.

Weapon: Rapier

South Dakota

Power: Brotherly Bond

The closer in proximity he is to North Dakota, the more heightened his physical capabilities become.

Weapon: Motorcycle

To South Dakota, the vehicle is pretty light. It’s light enough for him to lift and swing it with fairly low effort.

The wheels are magically all-terrain, even able to drive over water.

Tennessee

Power: Mockingbird 

Tennessee can mimic voices and sounds that he has heard before.

Weapon: Microphone chain mace

The head of the microphone is spiked and can extend a chain to be swung.

Texas

Power: Retaliate

Texas can absorb the force from hits directed at him and then hit back stronger than before.

He still feels pain, and damage over time like burning or poison can hurt him without fueling his Retaliate.

Weapon: 10 gauge double-barrel shotgun 

Texas can channel the absorbed force into his gun to release it all in one big blast.

Utah

Power: Busy Bees

Utah can have the spectral bees of his Spirit’s halo build various earth constructs to support his fellow states.

These constructs can include walls, ramps, or to elevate states to give them higher ground.

Weapon: Tome

The pages consist of various building schematics for these constructs. Utah can flip through the pages extremely fast to find what he needs.

Vermont

Power: Leaf Darts

Vermont can command the falling leaves of his Spirit to shoot out.

While the leaves continuously generate, Vermont can run out if he uses too many at once.

Weapon: Knife

Virginia

Power: Charm

Virginia can use an elevated charisma to make enemies more docile and easily influenced.

This mainly works on fodder enemies rather than Nightmares.

Weapon: Parazonium

Washington

Power: Precipitate

Washington’s raincloud Spirit can now form rain, hail, sleet, snow, and various types of precipitation.

Weapon: Umbrella

Their umbrella is for combat only, not to shield themself from Precipitate.

West Virginia

Power: Wormhole

The little moths that flit around him can turn into black short-distance portals of various sizes for West to teleport through.

Weapon: Giant pickaxe

Wisconsin

Power: Slipstream

Wisconsin can swim through solid objects as if they were liquid. This includes floors, walls, and ceilings.

He can breathe whilst doing so, but he can’t do any damage if completely submerged.

Weapon: Battleaxe

Wyoming

Power: None

Weapon: None

Wyoming is the weakest magical state in terms of combat strength due to barely changing at all from his normal self.

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #american dream: magical states #pheo and i had a lot of fun with making tier lists lmaoooooo

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Dadphiles!Silver Sheet

Technically Silver 2.0 since I wasn't happy with his old design. Now he's far more snazzy.

Silver's eyes glowing aren't a unique feature of this AU, by the way, it's just how I draw him.

This post will be updated as time goes on. New additions will be marked as (✨New!✨). Last update: (Mar 6, 2024)

-> Dadphiles AU Masterpost

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🔹After receiving his dad’s crystal, young Silver was always on the lookout for something to help hide it, knowing the shard would be something a bandit would try to steal. He got into the habit of stuffing it in his chest fur.

🔹Eventually, Silver would find twine to wrap around the crystal and wear as a necklace. As Silver grew older, the twine got smaller. Pre-06, Silver couldn’t take the necklace off even if he wanted, as it could no longer fit over his head. Not without cutting it.

🔹While wearing the crystal, Silver is ignored by Iblis and its monsters for reasons unknown to him. This has led Silver to establish a sort of safe haven for other survivors. Silver’s clothes and cuffs are hand-made gifts from the survivors out of thanks. With Silver’s input, the designs are dedicated to his lost brothers, even with the limited resource options.

🔹 Silver has enhanced sight, mainly being able to see better at night than a normal hedgehog. This is a combination of evolution and his practice of working in darkness. However, his pupil does give off an iridescent glow.

🔹Due to his appearance (blue glow, near-white fur, crescent markings) and his preference for working in the darkness, the survivors of his haven call him “Moon Child”.

🔹Silver only trusts Blaze with the knowledge and, eventually, shares the protection of his father’s crystal.

🔹Like his brothers, Silver believes the three are blood-related. That Sonic is on the other side of the world--far from Iblis' destructive path and a place full of green and blue--and that Shadow is somewhere "made of metal". When his family disappeared, Silver grew determined to find them. Inspired by his speedy brother, he began traveling the world. Yet as the years passed and he found nothing but wastelands, doubt began to creep in. While he never completely gave up, Silver shifted priorities to building a safe haven, not unlike the one he was granted as a kid.

🔹 Also like his brothers, Silver does not remember what his dad looks like or even his name, beyond his eyes and voice. However, he believes this is for his father's safety, who obviously has a powerful ability others would hunt him for. Silver finds this theory perfectly normal.

🔹Silver cannot actually read or write fluently. He recognizes some words, having been taught by Blaze, but it was difficult to find free time between shifts to do so.

🔹Silver had noticed that Blaze was always very poised when standing, sitting, or moving. She explained the concept of “proper manners and etiquette” to him, which only confused him. Regardless, Blaze would often catch Silver trying to emulate her posture.

Post-06 Facts:

🔹(✨New!✨) Silver is far more forgiving of Mephiles' actions than his brothers, mostly because his definition of "wrong" is skewed from living in an apocalypse. His brothers end up having to explain a lot more to Silver than they initially beleived.

🔹Despite being the youngest of the trio, Silver is also the tallest. Coupled with his psychokinesis, it's easy to keep things out of his brothers' reach, much to their annoyance.

🔹Due to a lack of proper food in the future, Silver cannot handle any spices. Sonic is incredibly gutted to learn his brother doesn't like chili dogs.

🔹Silver has a bit of a hoarding problem in the beginning of his life with his brothers, still not used to so much being simply available. This leads to his brothers finding random piles of food and clothes stuffed in odd places around the house.

🔹(✨New!✨) Silver lives in the past with his brothers and cannot travel through time, like Canon!Silver can.

🔹(✨New!✨) Between the events at Soleanna and the loss of his brothers' crystals, Silver grows far more protective over his own crystal.

🔹(✨New!✨) Following Sonic Unleashed, Silver legally goes by Silver Prower, like his brothers.

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Cyborgs Have Hearts, Right?

Summary: Wanda and Natasha love a cyborg, you, until they don’t. But they just don’t realise how much they’ve lost you by betraying you. (my summaries suck when I’m sick)

Pairings: WandaNat x Fem!Cyborg!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: plane crashes, Bruce being an asshole in Avengers 2012, my shitty writing of trying to get through different movies in one fic, self-harm (forcefully not sleeping, doing other things that I can’t say otherwise they’ll spoil the ending).

Requested: YES/no

A/N - So this got a little bit out of hand, and wild. I normally wouldn’t write cheating but I had a bad mental health day the other day so I wrote this partially then and I wanted it out of my drafts. Have fun getting your hearts ripped out 😁 

*not my gifs*

You never would have imagined you’d meet Natasha and Wanda, being a cyborg. Well, part cyborg. I get how that’s confusing, so I’ll explain. And no, you weren’t from HYDRA or the Red Room.

You were from SHIELD. 

The process of your transformation from brutally injured by a plane crash to a peak-performance cybernetically-enhanced human was long. They had to replace most of your body, powered by the Tesseract, and almost lost you twice. Half of your face was turned into metal, your limbs and almost your entire torso was turned into moulding, ever-evolving vibranium, the magic of the Tesseract copying the properties of Captain America’s shield to create you. 

For a while, you were isolated as your brain tried to piece your personality back together. Missions were easy, you didn’t have to do much, but as your mind came back, you were placed in a medical bed. 

You watched as the people coming through the door were familiar. The redhead’s hairstyle was a short and curled bob, whilst her piercing green eyes immediately captured your mind’s attention.

“N… Natasha… Natasha Romanoff.” You stated that day, making her smile as she leaned in and hugged you tightly.

“Hi, Y/N/N.” 

“Tasha!” You hugged her back gently before the whole explanation of what you went through was given by Natasha and Fury.

 Afterwards, you were sent on your first mission as a part of the new team of Avengers. You sat next to Natasha in the pilot seat, your hands on your thighs until she reached over and took your right hand. 

“Are you okay, detka?” 

“I am not a baby.” You grumbled, the Russian immediately translating in your head. 

Natasha chuckled whilst you sat calmly with her hand holding yours before she landed the jet and you stood with her.

“No, Y/N, you need to stay here with the agents.” She put a hand on your chest. 

You took another step forward and were surprised when she was able to push you back. “No, Y/N, stay.” 

You sighed shortly and stopped pushing against her, the comms directly linking with your cyborg body as she stepped into the small hut. You watched the child she paid run out of the hut before returning minutes later, a man following behind her. 

“Dr. Bruce Banner, also known as: The Hulk. Highly dangerous.” Your cyborg mind reported and you watched as your hand turned into a plasma cannon.

“No! No, no, no, Tasha is in there!” You growled to your arm, pushing it down.

“Disabling plasma cannon.” 

You sighed in relief as your hand returned, focusing on the words floating in through the comms. 

“What does Fury want me to do, swallow it?” Bruce stated, the bug planted on the table making his voice loud and clear. 

“He wants you to find it. It’s been taken. It emits a gamma signature that’s too weak for us to trace. There’s no-one that knows gamma radiation like you do. If there was… that’s where I’d be.” Natasha responded.

“So Fury isn’t after the monster?”

“Not that he’s told me.”

“And he tells you everything?” 

A moment of silence let your eyes adjust and you could see their heartbeats, Natasha’s steady whilst Bruce’s was beating fast. You looked down at your chest as it glowed blue, getting brighter and brighter as you watched Bruce’s heartbeat climb.

“Talk to Fury, he needs you on this.”

“He needs me in a cage?” 

“STOP LYING TO ME!”

A flash of light surrounded you and when your eyes adjusted, you stood in front of Natasha with a gun pointing at your chest. You could see the hurt in her eyes as they watered, suddenly focused on your chest as the clothes you had on were gone, melted from the teleportation. 

“I’m sorry, that was mean.” Bruce apologised from behind you but you didn’t pay him any attention. 

Instead, you cupped Natasha’s cheeks and brought her eyes to yours, your smooth metallic thumb caressing her soft skin. “Tasha… Ty v poryadke. (You’re okay.) I’m here.” The Russian melted off of your lips and brought her back to the real world, making you smile lightly until you faced Bruce.

“Do that again and I will have no problem plasma-blasting you.” You growled.

“Stand down. We’re good here.” Natasha reported into the comms and you watched the heartbeats of the agents around you back away.

“Just you and me, huh?” Bruce smirked, but a glare from you shot it down.

“Escort for Bruce Banner. Keep him in a different jet.” You ordered, watching a few agents take Bruce to the nearby jet whilst you took Natasha.

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A few weeks later, you remembered Natasha’s love for you and you accepted her back easily. Whilst your body may have been made of metal, your heart and mind were not so easily destroyed. 

And because of this love, you followed her orders to stay away from the Avengers as they fought Ultron in the later years. 

Until Fury dragged you into their mess. 

“Cyborg, we’ve got a carrier going down!” Maria yelled at you from across the room and you teleported outside the window, the heels of your feet turning into thrusters that guided you to catch the carrier and slot it into the side of the bigger ship. 

You landed in the church of the floating province of Sokovia once finished, punching and blasting your way through a wave of Ultron Sentries. You smirked as Clint caught your eye, a beautiful brunette woman standing next to him.

“What’s up, Metallica?” He jeered and your sensors didn’t fail to tell you that she was looking at you.

“Where’s Tasha?” You asked, only to hear the loud rumble of a bulldozer come towards you.

You smiled widely as she jumped out, jogging in to see you standing there with your arms wide open.

“What are you doing here?! I told you to stay away!” She huffed, hugging you anyways.

“You said stay with Fury. Fury came here.” You shrugged, kissing her temple before you saw a body of metal float in the air.

Ultron.

“What’s up, asshole?! Got anything else for me to play with?!” You smirked, punching your fist into your palm. 

Unlike the others, your grin didn’t falter as more Sentries piled up, your hands turning into plasma cannons. 

“Holy shit.” You heard behind you, a blonde man in sleek sportsgear.

“Thanks, bro.” You chuckled, looking back at Ultron’s army as they charged towards you.

You immediately hit them with a large blast, desecrating a whole line of them in one go. Your arms changed and you shot out bolts of heat, much like Tony’s repulsors, except yours were much more powerful. Anything they touched instantly melted, making your target practice increasingly fun. 

After a short time that felt like a freaking aeon, you ripped out the core of the last Sentry for the wave, smirking as you crushed it between your fingertips. 

“Have fun without me, my love?” You asked Natasha, watching her eyes roll.

“You stay here with the core. We can’t all breathe as we get higher and higher, but you can.” She smirked, poking at your exposed gears.

“Hey! That’s like me touching your organs!” You blocked her hands but still let her poke you a bit, knowing that this was how she relieved stress.

“Is not!” She chuckled, shoving you lightly.

“You good?” Steve asked you and you gave him a metallic thumbs up.

“Go on, get out of here.” You smirked at him, Clint and your girl, watching them split off as you sat on the sandstone steps.

Your sensors fired whenever a Sentry got close, but the sound of boots without the sensors firing made you wary. You stood up quickly and turned around, only to see that brunette woman again.

“Oh. Hi.” You murmured, looking down to see your body evolve.

Small metallic sheets, the size of nanites, covered your ‘organs’ and you smirked as they changed colour. “Guess I have clothes now.” You chuckled to yourself.

“You are… quite a sight.” She stated, jumping as your arm faced behind you and hit a Sentry.

“I am mostly a robot, so that’s probably why.” You snickered, your hand returning to normal. 

Your sensors fired again and you turned your head to see the blonde man from before. “Hallo. I am Pietro.” He smirked.

“Y/N.” You replied, turning to the brunette. “And you are?”

“She’s Wanda.” Pietro answered, but you shook your head, still looking at her.

“Wanda. Wanda Maximoff. We are twins.” She stated, confused by your manner.

“A woman is talked over and spoken for too much in this world. I always give a lady the chance to speak, especially when she is as beautiful as you.” You explained, not registering Wanda’s blush as you fired at more Sentries.

“Pietro, get the people on the boats.” Wanda ordered.

“I’m not going to leave you here.” He scoffed.

“I can handle this.” She shot out a red tendril and you blinked a few times, watching the Sentry get pulled apart before falling to the ground.

“Come back for me when everyone else is off, not before.” Wanda continued.

You admired the way her and her brother argued, making you chuckle as he sped off to continue the fight. You shot out a blast to an incoming Sentry and leaned against the large cylindrical pin. 

“So, are you having fun?” You asked her, watching her smirk at you.

“Are you?” 

“Oh, I love spending my weekends getting some target practice in.” 

“I can see. You have quite the arsenal.” 

Suddenly, your sensors fired off and you looked around, seeing through the walls of the destroyed buildings to view Clint holding a young child. 

“Y/N!” He called for you and you saluted playfully to Wanda, disappearing and reappearing in front of him.

Your right hand turned into a shield and you covered your face whilst your body covered Clint, the bullets ricocheting off of you before you plasma-blasted the Quinjet above you, your aim true as the android inside fell to the ground.

“You okay?” Pietro asked, watching as the ‘clothes’ turned back into your normal shell.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. Clint?” You turned to him, noticing the small child in his grip.

You knelt in front of him and offered your hand, but he scrambled away from you and you sighed as Clint’s palm rested on your cold shoulder.

“Go get Wanda.” 

You nodded and disappeared, reappearing by the pin only to see her gone and a Sentry turning the pin. The ground fell beneath you and your thrusters caught you, but your mind was only on one thing.

Two things, actually. 

“Natasha?!” You called into your comms.

“I’m alright, lyubov (love).” She answered calmly, clearing one thing out of your mind.

You wove through the debris and found Wanda hovering with mascara running down her cheeks, seeing Vision come towards you.

“Take her!” You handed her over, kissing her temple softly before you fell back and watched Thor collapse into the ocean. 

You helped him out before your sensors fired, seeing a familiar figure land on the ground between the trees of the forest. You made sure Thor was alright before you flew over to it, noticing the red of its eyes. 

You hummed, your scanners rising and falling on the destroyed metallic form. “You’re afraid.” 

“Of you?” Ultron scoffed.

“Of death. You’re the last one.” You explained shortly.

“If it wasn’t for your securities, you were going to be the last.” He grumbled, shuffling towards you. 

“Stark asked for a saviour and settled for a slave. If you are neither, what are you to SHIELD?” 

“A friend.” 

“How disappointing.” He sighed.

“I guess we are both disappointments then.” You shrugged.

“I guess so.”

“Humans… we are odd. I don’t even know if I can call myself one anymore. We think in black and white; we think order and chaos are opposites and yet, we cannot exist in one without the other.” 

He shifted his lop-sided head and looked at you, not understanding the meaning behind your smile. 

“But there is a grace within our failings, our mistakes. I think you missed that.”

“They’re doomed.” He murmured.

“That is true.” You sat down on the ground, placing your elbows on your knees as you moved them in and out, eying a small flower by your side. 

You dug your hand underneath the ground and uprooted it, holding it within the pile of dirt as its petals shone in the sunlight.

“But… a flower isn’t beautiful because it lasts. No, it’s the period of beauty that comes and goes, the changing within the seasons and… growing. It’s quite truly a privilege to be a human… a privilege I lost and yet, it is so fulfilling to be in their presence.” 

“You’re unbearably naive.” Ultron groaned.

“Well… at least I wasn’t born yesterday.” You smirked, watching him leap at you.

You drove your hand into his chest and crushed the core that resided in it, shaking his shell off of your arm as the core disintegrated within your grip. 

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You, Wanda and Natasha got along well when you all resided within the compound. The shift to the new place was amazing and it was just in time for your recent evolution of ‘clothes’, since the press thought it was a great daily field trip. 

You trained with them both, your quick reflexes as the only challenge against Natasha whilst Wanda trained with you to practise her abilities. You would open yourself up and let her weave her magic through your gears, talking her through the control techniques you used.

“How do you control your anger?” She asked one day, pulling her magic back from your body as you closed up.

“Is someone here pissing you off? Am I pissing you off?” You gasped playfully, only for her to roll her eyes and smirk at you.

“No! It’s just… I know it wasn’t Tony’s fault, but when I see him, I still get angry.” Her smirk faded away and you sighed, taking her hand in yours.

“I used to get angry. Well, I wasn’t quite sure what it was because my brain was still piecing itself back together, but I would get this swell in my chest. And when I felt that…”

You looked across the gym and saw Natasha at the punching bag.

“I would think of her. I would think of how she comforts me during my panic attacks, how she tries and fails to cook for me when I’m sad, how she is always there for me.”

Wanda smiled at your explanation. “I wish I had that.” 

*With the both of you.* She finished in her mind, but she didn’t notice the glint in your eyes.

“Tasha, baby!” You called for her and she walked over to you.

“Yes, lyubov (love)?” She asked.

“Remember what we talked about a few nights ago?” 

She climbed into the ring and sat with her left knee against you and her right against Wanda. “Is it time?” 

You nodded and placed your hand on Wanda’s cheek, confusing her until you pulled her in for a loving kiss. Her eyes were still wide as you pulled away, glancing at Natasha before she kissed her too. 

“What is happening?” Wanda asked as Natasha leaned back against you.

“For a mind reader, you are quite oblivious.” The Widow smirked and you guided Wanda’s hands to both of your temples.

“Go on. We trust you.” You smiled, feeling her poke around in your mind for a brief moment until she pulled away.

“So… you like me?”

“Bozhe moi (my God), Wanda, do you need another hint?” Natasha chuckled.

“Yes, we like you. And don’t you get all meanie-pants, I was oblivious too.” You scolded the Widow lightly.

Natasha rolled her eyes before she smirked at Wanda. “Wanna go have a shower whilst Y/N makes us lunch?”

Wanda nodded, watching as you ‘dressed’ yourself and went to the kitchen whilst she followed Natasha. 

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One whole year. One whole year of love, nurturing and admiration led you to this very moment as you stood outside of Natasha’s room and heard not one, not two, but three different moans. 

“FRIDAY, where’s Ross?” You asked softly, the AI able to interface directly with you.

“He is currently on a flight to Vienna. Would you like for me to connect you in a call?” 

“Yes please, just… let me get further away.” 

You hovered down the hallway so as to be silent before you stood in the meeting room alone, circling the table until the call finally connected. 

“Yes, Cyborg? And get rid of your disguise.” Ross coughed through and you relinquished your hold on the reflective sheets over your body.

“I surrender to the Accords.” You spoke plainly, writing down on a piece of paper before you took a snapshot of it. 

“Here’s my signature.” 

“I will put it forward to the Accords. The Department of State thanks you for your service, Cyborg. We will be seeing you soon for assessment.” 

“Yes, sir.” You nodded as the connection closed, your sensors noticing the two heartbeats that stood behind you.

“Y/N/N? Honey, what was that about?” Natasha questioned you calmly but you walked past her, your metallic body bruising hers.

“Y/N, baby cakes-”

“Don’t call me that!” You snarled.

“Y/N, darling, calm down.” Wanda cooed, trying to walk towards you but you stepped back.

“Really? You think you’re in a position to call me ‘honey’ and ‘darling’ when you’re fucking behind my back?!” 

“Babe, it’s never bothered you that we have sex when you’re on a mission. Why is it bothering you now?” Natasha asked, confused. 

“It never bothered me because it was you two. Just you two.” You emphasised and they turned to each other.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?”

“Enough with the lies, Natasha.” 

You hadn’t called her that since before you two were together. Her eyes fell to the floor and she stepped slightly in front of Wanda, but a blonde bob of hair caught your eyes.

“What’s up, hot stuffs? Who’s ready for round five-”

You almost stumbled back as you recognised the woman who came in, the same look of shock on her face. “Y/N?! You’re alive?! And you’re a robot!”

“Cyborg, Carol.” You growled.

She immediately tried to give you a hug but you stepped to the side, still looking at your girls. “You fucked my oldest friend?”

“Wait, what?” Carol turned to them and they didn’t look at her, simply keeping their eyes on you.

“You three are a thing? Since when?” 

“Well, Natasha and I were a thing since before I crashed in that HYDRA plane, and then sweet little Wanda joined us last year.” You spat.

“Get out, Carol.”

“Y/N, I swear I didn’t know-”

“I can see your vitals. I know.” You ushered her out, locking the doors as you tapped into the security system.

“So, wanna explain why you fucked my best friend?”

“Because you don’t have sex with us anymore!” Wanda barked.

“Shut it, Wanda; Natasha and I were a thing long before you came around. I wasn’t asking you.” You shot a blast near her feet, making her eyes redden.

“Hmm? Wanna explain why my girlfriend of four, almost five years went behind my back? Do you not love me anymore?”

“It’s hard to love a robot.” Wanda sneered.

“I’m not a robot!” You jumped up, angry beyond reason.

“I have a heart! I have a brain, even if it has been integrated with metal and magic! I’m still human! For fuck’s sake, I thought you would have liked me having certain parts as cybernetic!” You snickered sensually. 

“I feel emotions! I may be able to punch through a wall without so much as a flick of my wrist, but I can still cry!”

“Y/N, please… let us try again.” Natasha begged you and you stepped away from her.

“Don’t. Don’t touch me. You don’t get that anymore.” 

You looked down at your hands and scoffed, feeling tears prick your eyes as you looked at Wanda. “I make fun of myself for being a robot because when I do it and when the press does it, it rolls off of my back. But when you call me a robot…” 

Wanda’s eyes stopped glowing as she realised how badly she’s hurt you. 

“It hurts beyond any pain I’ve experienced.” You sniffled, teleporting away from them.

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For the next few weeks, Natasha and Wanda didn’t see you. It wasn’t that you weren’t around, it was that you both avoided them and when necessary, used your reflective panels to turn invisible. You never confronted them, always hanging with Bucky and Sam as you played video games, your own hands as controllers sometimes. 

With them, you could forget the feeling of betrayal. You could forget feeling shame, you could forget the love you previously had for the girls. Bucky and Sam took you out to clubs and parties, watching the girls flirt with you as they glided their hands over your metallic body. 

But then you would return to the compound, your room once filled with their clothes and their scent. You moved out of it, hiding in the laundry as you slept in a stasis mode similar to Vision, even though nobody knew.

Well, except for Bucky, Sam and Carol. You told them everything and they were there for you. Sam offered to take you to his group therapy sessions with ex-veterans, simply being there for a distraction. Bucky trained with you in the gym and the shooting range, always keeping tabs on Natasha and Wanda so you wouldn’t run into them.

And Carol supported you, in every way but sexually. She would hug you when you cried, take you on shopping sprees when she could, and was just there for you. But you were friends, that was all. 

Then suddenly, the Accords happened. You were clearly on Tony’s side, having already signed, but there were still 72 hours to sign as people flowed in and out of the compound. You sat on the couch in the living room as you watched TV by yourself, smirking as the white house blew up once more. 

A knock at the door didn’t need to be done as Wanda walked in. 

“Can we talk?” She asked.

“There’s not much to talk about.” You mumbled, fiddling with the mechanics of your hand. 

“Y/N, there is.”

“How long?”

She was silent until you turned your head to hers and she saw your face. Bloodshot eyes alarmed her whilst dark bags underneath didn’t help disguise your sleeping habits.

“Y/N, are you sleeping at all?”

“Sleeping, stasis mode, same thing.” You grumbled, standing up.

“Y/N, that’s not sleeping. You still have a human brain, a human heart. They both need human rest.” She huffed.

“Where was this concern two months ago?” You chuckled dryly, skimming through the fridge.

“Turn around.”

“I’m hungry.”

“You don’t eat.” 

You shrugged - she wasn’t wrong. A robot stomach didn’t run on food.

“Y/N, please don’t make me use my magic.” She begged, her hand glowing with the red wisps you had originally adored. 

“Please. You got the Mind Stone, I got the Tesseract. The same levels of energy. You can’t fuck up my brain like you did to the others.” 

She sighed, shooting one towards your skull. You grimaced as she wormed her way into your mind, trying to force you to sleep. But she pulled back when she saw the dark thoughts that had been playing in your mind since the break up.

“You… Y/N, no. No, no, no…” She stood, cupping your cheeks after walking to you.

“Y/N, you can’t be serious.”

“Why not? It’s not hard. I am a robot, aren’t I?” You giggled, delusion filling your sleep-deprived mind. 

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me.” 

“Shutting down in five, four, three, two…” You teased darkly, moving her away from you.

“Y/N, please! Just… Just stop!” 

“Why? So you can go find a new fuck buddy? No thanks.” 

She watched you walk away, following after you to see you sit down next to Bucky and Sam since Carol was off-world. You were laughing at Bucky’s jokes, sure, but your eyes didn’t show it. She called Natasha to her side and the Widow sighed when she saw you.

“She wants to turn everything off.” Wanda murmured, alarming the Widow.

“What?” 

“I heard it, in her mind.” 

Natasha stepped into the room and was about to physically knock some sense into you until a person walked through the set of doors behind the couch.

“Avengers… a meeting?” 

Ross. 

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You stood quietly in the corner of the room as he explained that a few Avengers still needed to sign or retire, looking at Wanda in particular. 

“Of course, Y/N signed before it was even made public.” Ross grinned, patting you on the back.

“It was a great deal, I’m not going to lie, sir.” You smiled.

“What deal?” Natasha asked, your head turning to hers slowly before you nodded at Ross.

“Y/N has decided to… shut down certain parts of her cybernetic body.” 

Immediately, every Avenger stood up and argued, a single blast from your hand making them silent. 

“Relax, guys. It’s just so I’m no longer dangerous to everyone.” You smirked, looking at Natasha and Wanda.

“Give us a list of the parts you are shutting down, Y/N.” Sam growled, making you turn to him with a sad look in your eyes.

“Almost all motor functions except for basic capabilities such as walking for my legs and lifting for my arms. All weapons will be disabled but still kept in my body since they are attached to certain human parts of me. Things like my thrusters and sensors will be turned off as I will have no need to fly or detect my surroundings.”

“Anything else?” Wanda asked sternly, the sad look in your eyes gone as you turned to her.

“Everything will still be here but anything that is noted as weapons will be turned off.” 

“Thank you, Cyborg.” Ross nodded to you.

“Report to Vienna tomorrow at noon, please.”

“Yes, sir. It’ll give me enough time for a new update.” You thanked him, watching him leave.

“If you need me, don’t.”

You walked to your old room and sat down on the bed, looking down at your hands as a holographic screen appeared. You typed in ‘yes’ and hit enter, closing your eyes as the update began. 

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You didn’t appear for the Vienna meeting, but a message popped up on Ross’ phone and he dismissed it. Wanda had kept a close eye on your room and hadn’t seen the door open once in the past day and a half. 

She only saw you as you landed on the tarmac of the airport in Germany, with Rhodey downed on the grass out far by the runways and the jet containing Steve and Bucky long gone.

“Y/N! Thank god!” She ran towards you but you blasted at her, forcing her to shield herself.

“Y/N?” 

Cars and trucks wailed onto the tarmac, parking beside you whilst Ross stepped out, putting a hand on your shoulder. 

“Y/N, please take Wanda Maximoff into custody by any means necessary.” He asked, simply leaning on his cane.

You marched towards Wanda and shot out a collar from your hand, your eyes void of focus.

“NO!” She howled, drawing Natasha’s attention as she saw you standing over Wanda, delivering a bolt of electricity strong enough to knock her out.

“Y/N…” Natasha ran out to you and Ross eyed her, the simple notion of his eyes enough for you to turn around.

“Y/N, please, listen to me, baby.”

“Y/N is not here.” Ross chuckled, your hands turning into plasma cannons.

“What did you do to her?!” She growled, aiming her gun at him. 

“I did nothing. Well… I did put a virus in her system. All it took was for her mind to degrade to the point of exhaustion. When she started her update, I slid a virus into her and voila - I have a robot under my control.” 

Natasha looked at you desperately. “She’s not a robot. She’s kind, loving to a fault, and so much more than a weapon.” 

“Funny. You didn’t think like that a few weeks ago.” He sneered.

As you picked Wanda up, you looked at Natasha. She watched as you cocked your head to the side.

Natasha’s face drained itself of colour. She turned to Ross and eyed the evil grin he held. “Did you…?”

“Oh, no, Ms Romanoff. This was all in her own update. I simply wanted control.” 

Natasha turned back to your dead eyes that rested on her form. “My heart, please, I beg you to listen to me. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not leaving you.” 

“You took her heart and ripped it into pieces. What makes you think she still has yours?” Ross questioned, guiding you to place Wanda into the transport car before he drove off. 

“Y/N/N?” Natasha sniffled, a sliver of hope riding on the idea that your nickname could shock you out of your update.

“I’m sorry, I don’t recognise that name in my database. Would you like for me to search across the internet for you?” 

A/N - Here’s Part 2!

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Locked Up, Chapter 11

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings:  violence, attempted sexual assault, murder, mentions of blood and bodily fluids.

Your door was darkened by the shadow of a man. 

The red hue lit up his frame from behind, making the entire moment feel even more terrifying and surreal.  You could feel your own heart kicking in your chest like a bass drum.  It felt so heavy that your entire body shook, and the vibrations trailed up into your throat until you felt like you couldn’t breathe.  Your heart pulsed so loud in your ears, that it only added to the nauseating feeling of dread that encased you.   

His already villainous demeanor was only enhanced by the murderous glow the red held behind him.  It took you a moment to get over the initial fear, and a new one filled you when you realized that his sandy blonde hair was tinged red as well, but it wasn’t because of the light. 

And that’s when you noticed how his orange jumpsuit wasn’t clean either.  It held the same tinge as his hair in some areas. 

The heavy beating of your own heart felt even heavier as his blue green eyes stared through you.  You felt like you were a gazelle in the Serengeti, and he was a lion, waiting to pounce and make you his next meal.

Every single impulse told you to run, sending shocks up and down your body until you felt like the adrenaline was going to send you into a heart attack.  But in your head, you knew that despite the adrenaline, the inmate was blocking your only exit. 

The next moments felt slowed down to an obscene point where you wondered if it was real life, or if you were in a horror film.  It felt like you were about to be the latest victim as he took a few steps into your office, the baton tapping against his thigh with each step. 

“Hey doc!” he purred in a deadly tone.  A shiver ran down your spine, but and your eyes shifted away from his, towards the weapon in his hands. Suddenly you noticed how the baton was wet, and the area that he was tapping had the same tinge. 

And that’s when it hit you.

The metallic smell that made a new shiver run down your spine. 

He must have killed at least one guard. 

The way that his hair and uniform was messed up. It was blood that made his hair slick. It was another man’s life force marrying into the fabric of his jumpsuit.  Your stomach turned and you knew you had paled at your own realization. 

It only caused his smirk to grow as he spoke to you, “well would you look at that, doc...looks like there’s a riot going on out there!  You’re mighty lucky that I’m here to protect ya…ain’t ya?”

You felt a whimper leaving your throat as he turned partially, enough to close the door behind himself so that you were trapped inside the room with him. 

“I-inmate Rogers…please go back to your cell!”

Steve smirked a little bit more, shaking his head at you, “what?  And leave a pretty little thing like you all alone in the middle of something like this?  What kind of prince charming would I be if I let those animals get to you, hmm?  We’re in the middle of a riot after all…I can’t possibly leave you alone to fend for yourself.  What if someone dangerous got to you and tried to harm you?  What kind of gentleman would I be then?  Hmm?  Really, you should be thanking me on how I got to you first!” 

“Inmate Rogers…”

“After all, doc, you’re mine!” he finished swiftly.  Your heart felt like it turned to ice as you realized that it was him who had written the letter.  He was the one that Ransom Drysdale was worried about.  The one that was responsible for making sure inmate Jensen had received a shiv for tasting your sweet nectar, “so…what do you say we take advantage of our alone time together, hmm doc?  I’ve been craving a taste of that sweet little pussy since the first day I laid eyes on you!  I think getting a little taste would be more than nice don’t you?  Generous enough to do that, doc?  You let Jensen taste you for far less…”

As those words fell from his lips, your fight or flight response kicked in and you turned, running towards your bathroom.  But he caught you before you managed to make it to the door, tackling you to your floor. 

“Come on, princess.  Be good for me,” Steve taunted as he crawled up your body.  You screamed, thrashing around; kicking and trying to push him away as you scrambled towards the door, “if you’re good I’ll be so nice to you…I might even let you cum on more than just my mouth.  I’ll fuck that pretty little pussy so good you won’t know what to do with yourself.  You might even make it so that’s all we do on our appointments…come on, doc!”

You screamed, feeling the fabric of your skirt tearing. 

You kicked him hard in the shin and he cursed, your heel hitting him hard. 

“You bitch!” he spat, backhanding you. 

Your head hit the floor hard, nearly knocking you unconscious momentarily. 

Everything felt blurry as you attempted to lift your head a few moments later.   

The world felt all too dark as you shifted, flopping over to feel the weight of Steve against your own body gone. 

You felt around on the ground, trying to find your balance as you scrambled up to your hands and knees.  As your head lifted you saw Steve fighting with another inmate.  With the world still a little fuzzy, you screwed your eyes together, trying to focus on the opposing shapes.  The words prior to now were all just white noise, sounding all too far off from you, despite the close proximity.

“I’ll fucking kill you!” the inmate promised, his fists furiously pounding into Steve’s face. 

Your stomach lurched when you saw the glint of silver mixed with blood and bone.  The sickening crunch of more bones breaking and brain matter splattering against the carpet close to you making your stomach lurch again until you threw up beside yourself. 

The gurgles from a few feet away stopped, and suddenly you found yourself being lifted up bridal style.  You wanted to fight it, especially when you saw the mess of blood that he was wrapped in, but you found yourself frozen as your eyes met his.

His metallic arm was tinged a deep scarlet.  His jumpsuit was only halfway zipped and you saw the mottled, exposed flesh of where the flesh met the mechanics.  He watched you curiously, but you said nothing, instead focusing on the rest of his exposed, firm chest. 

You couldn’t meet his eyes as you whimpered out his name, “B-Barnes…I didn’t-I don’t…he came after me…he-he thinks I belong to him.  He’ll kill you for what you just did.  He-”

“You’re okay, doll…” he grunted huskily as he made his way to you and pulled you into his lap, “he isn’t getting up from what I did.  You’re okay.”

“He-he’ll hurt me, Barnes…”

Bucky sighed as held you close to himself, “Steve won’t hurt you.  I promise!”

“I-he-“

You felt the tears sliding down your cheeks, and the sadness in his own eyes.

“He won’t hurt you, doll!” he promised with finality, “he’ll never come after you again!”

“I-is he dead?” Barnes didn’t answer, and you felt the anxiety building in the pit of your stomach as you found the courage to repeat your question, “is he dead?”

“Yes!” You didn’t know whether to be more afraid of the answer, or the fact that he had no issue in telling you it.  You found yourself wanting to look, but his Vibranium hand angled your face away from the body, “don’t look at him.”

“Why?”

“You got sick when you saw me bashing his brains in,” he said matter-of-factly, “I doubt that you could handle the way that he looks now.”

You didn’t remember throwing up.

You didn’t remember seeing Bucky before he stopped beating Steve’s head in. 

“Is it worse?” you asked nervously, your eyes meeting his once more.

“Yes…but now…I have to get you out of here!” he said firmly, “your office isn’t safe.  You are not safe here!  The inmates are going to start coming for anyone who wasn’t locked up to use in negotiations.  You…guards…administration!”

Just as he turned, you screamed, seeing yet another figure in the doorway.  Barnes’ arms tightened around you and you felt yourself tucking your face into his chest.  You looked up when no one tore you from his arms.  Bucky was glaring at the man as he stepped into the office. 

“Barnes…”

“Everett!”

That’s when Curtis noticed Steves crumpled, mutilated form on the floor, “he come after her?”

“Yeah…” Barnes nodded shortly, “found him trying to tear her skirt off!”

“Put her down!”

“Not a shot in hell, Everett!”

“Don’t get any ideas, Barnes.  I wouldn’t take advantage of the doc.  I’m not an animal,” the mountain of a man grumbled as he undid his jumpsuit and took off the undershirt he’d been wearing beneath it.  He held it out to the pair, “wear this…should cover you well enough.  You’re small!”

“Th-thank you!” you whimpered softly, reaching out to take the shirt from Curtis.  Barnes released you and you slipped the scratchy fabric over yourself.  It reached past your thighs.  Curtis was right.  It did cover you.

“You okay, doc?” Curtis asked softly.  You nodded, unsure on how to answer the question. 

“We have to hole up somewhere safe…” he admitted, his attention turning back to Bucky once he realized that you were safe between the two of them, “now…”

“I think I know just the spot!” Barnes said quickly to the other man.  He looked at you and held out his flesh hand, “think you can trust me and Everett, doc?”

You nodded, taking his hand, “I just don’t want to be hurt!  I-I trust you two…protect me…please.”

“Trust us doc,” Curtis grumbled as he spared you another look, “no one is going to hurt you…not while you’re with us.  We’ll keep you safe!”

Chapter 12

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @cjand10

#locked up #prison au #jail au #marvel au #marvel #steve rogers #the avengers #captain america #dark steve rogers #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky #curtis everett #snowpiercer au #snowpiercer

[msweebyness]

DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- Eloise Matuidi

🎶Don’t unplug her, or sh-shut her down!🎶 Eloise is powered up and joining the scene! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Species: Robot (Modern Tech)

Appearance/Attire: Short, black hair made of metal wire in a bob cut, Chrome antenna with red sensors on left side of head, Green power button in center of forehead, Fiberglass eyes with glowing pale green irises, constantly displaying data transmission numbers, shiny chrome skin with orifices at joints that glow with green energy, rocket boosters in feet and hands, short and slender build. Headband made of braided copper wire, bright green polo shirt, steel gray choker with red buttons, metallic gray cardigan, fingerless green gloves, khaki pants with a circuitry designed belt, red leather penny loafers.

Bio: As logical and even-tempered as they come, Eloise was built only recently with all the latest digital enhancements. With the intellect of at least five people, especially in the field of mathematics, she’s one of the school’s leading stars in academics. While a loyal and dedicated friend, Eloise often struggles with understanding ‘organic’ concepts such as emotions, especially since those she’s programmed to feel aren’t as strong as the real thing. This can cause her to come off as cold and apathetic when she doesn’t really mean to. However, she does her best to understand and is always willing to lend a hand modicum when someone needs help with their studies. She may be an artificial being, but she cares for real, especially about her best friend Anais.

Quotes:

“I apologize, I am not certain what emotion I am to express at this time.”

“Is this a custom of organic beings I’m unaware of?”

“One moment, my data receptors can only take in so much at one instance.”

“Deciphering complex equations is a calming process for me when my circuits are overheating.”

“Emotional systems overloading. Please hold for a moment while rebooting process commences.”

“I understand that in situations such as this, a hug is a good solution?”

She’s a bot, but the good kind! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #school for monstrous youths #monster high au #eloise matuidi #robot #mlb ocs #theater kids

[strontiumsun]

Fakemon Friday - Golden Evolution

Happy Fakemon Friday! Today I want to talk about one aspect of the gimmick of my fan region. Every new region needs one!

The gimmick is centered on a strange substance called Mystery Ore. Long ago, caves suddenly opened up in the earth full of a dark, oily metal. It captivated humans and Pokemon with its strange golden glow. Soon, Pokemon and people began to fight over control of these ore pockets. It took intervention from the Legendary Pokemon to stop the fighting and destroy all remnants of the Mystery Ore.

In a theoretical game taking place in this Colorado-inspired region, Mystery Ore reappeared in the recent past. Scientists have studied this ore and discovered a way to refine it that neutralizes its enthralling properties. One of the functions of this refined ore, called Goldstone, is in enhancing Pokemon Abilities. But more on that later.

The other usage is new evolutions for old and new Pokemon, called Golden Evolutions. Golden Evolutions usually add to or change a Pokemon's type and often change the role they have in battle. Strangely, Pokemon with Golden Evolutions cannot hold Eviolite. My regional Eevee, Smokee, evolves with the Goldstone when exposed to it while in particular locations around the region.

Sudowoodo's Golden Evolution is called Foefir, the Towering Pokemon. Foefir's size and woolly green fur lets them blend in with the region's alpine pine forests. They attack with crushing blows. They have the Stamina ability and learn new moves like Body Press and Hammer Arm. Foefir are based on fir trees as well as the phrase "faux fur."

Mystery Ore and the legends around it play heavily into the story of this region as well. We'll hear the full tale when I get around to finalizing the design of the Legendary Pokemon.

#fakemon #fakemon friday #fake pokemon #fan pokemon #stront art #pokemon design #sudowoodo

[five-rivers]

Life’s Great Lie 3

Normally, Tony would have blown off Fury's "briefing."  

After years of being Iron Man, he had a system. He knew how to track stuff. Weapons, combatants, refugees, radiation, snowstorms, you name it, he could find it.  None of his current tools were built or calibrated for what the tesseract gave off, but with Dr. Banner's papers, he could fix that within a week.

He didn't have anything personal against ol' stars and stripes, and he was a fan of Dr. Banner's work.  His issue was with SHIELD.  More specifically, it was with blindly trusting a mysterious shadow government.  

He'd been burned badly enough trusting his own company.  His desire to play that game again for infinitely higher stakes was just about nil, and since Fury and Romanoff's opening moves boiled down to lying to him about everything, he had a pretty good idea what would happen if he did.  

But these weren't normal circumstances.  

He landed on the deck of SHIELD’s major budget expense (seriously, where did they get the money for this?  Tony knew how much cutting-edge technology cost.  He was cutting-edge technology) with a metallic clang.  Let a bunch of Fury’s goons pick him up in a small, military vehicle?  Where he’d ride in the back?  And some nerd would probably ask for his photo and throw up a peace sign?  Haha. Yeah.  No.  

“Dr. Banner!” he called, stepping out of his armor and cuing it to retract into its briefcase form.  “It’s great to meet you.”  He closed the distance.  “Your work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled.  Also, I’m a huge fan of how you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster.”

“Uh.  Thanks?”

Tony glanced at the other man.  “Captain.”

The one and only Captain America crossed his arms. “Stark.  Fury didn’t tell me he was calling you in.”

“Yeah, that’s about par for the course for these guys.”

“No hello for me?” asked the massive pain in Tony’s neck.  

“I save my greetings for people I actually want to see.”

Romanoff rolled her eyes.  “Well, then.  Gentlemen, you might want to step inside, it’s going to get a little hard to breathe. Tony, feel free to stay.”

Rodgers peered over the side, at the ocean.  “What, is this a submarine?”

“Nope,” said Tony.

“Then what would it—Oh, no,” said Banner.  They steadied themselves as the helicarrier lifted from the water.  “This is much worse than a submarine.”

“You’ve got to love the safety procedures, too,” said Tony, cheerfully.  “Not even a takeoff alarm, huh?”

.

Sadly, Tony didn’t get much time to bond with Dr. Banner (short, smart people had to stick together) before he was whisked away to the lab.  At this, he was again tempted to ditch Fury.  He was confident his help would make the search go faster, even if most of his help would be from the engineering and programming side of things, Banner really was brilliant, and Tony’s late-night reading could only do so much—

Point being, Tony didn’t ditch.  

“So, hit us with it, Fury,” he said, throwing himself into the nearest spinny chair.  Given that this was also the chair at the head of the table, it might have been meant for Fury, but Tony didn’t really care.  

“Please,” said Fury, voice dripping with sarcasm, “take a seat.”  He picked a remote up off the table.  “Two days ago, a SHIELD research facility was attacked by this man.”  A picture of a black-haired man appeared on the screen.  “Goes by the name of Loki.”

“Wait,” said Rodgers, “man?  Singular?  Is he enhanced?”

“Yes to the singular,” said Fury.  “No to the enhancement.  He’s an alien.”

“What, like from space?  Or from Mexico?  Because I never bought into the whole—”

Fury sighed.  “Yes, like from space.  He also attacked a small town in New Mexico two years ago.”

“Sweet.  And what did he want?”

“The Tesseract.”  Fury flicked to the next slide of the screen to show a glowing blue cube.  “It’s also how he reached the facility.  The Tesseract is—”

“A door to the other side of space, yeah, yeah, been there, heard that,” said Tony.  “I’m sure capsicle here knows all about it.”

“That’s an exaggeration,” said Rodgers, “but I’m not surprised the weapon of mass destruction cube is of interest to an evil alien.”

“Oh,” said Tony, “he has a sense of humor.”

“Boys,” said Romanoff.  

“Dr. Banner is working on finding the Tesseract,” said Fury.  “The problem is what to do when we find it.  Along with the cube, Loki took several of our people.”  The screen flicked to several portraits.  “He seems to have some kind of mind control capability related to his main weapon, which can also produce several other effects.” A small video clip of the black-haired man blasting things with energy played.  “Using this, he—”

“Wait,” said Rodgers, “was that a child on the last screen?”

“Sure was, boy scout,” said Tony.  “Daniel Fenton, right?  Listed as being taken right next to Selvig, Barton, and all your super spy guys in that packet.  Only one of them with a social media presence.  Real easy to look up, right next to his ghost hunter parents.  You want to tell us about him?”

“Just to clarify,” said Rodgers, leaning forward. “This is an actual minor we’re talking about.  He doesn’t just look like a kid?”  

Tony turned.  “Really?”

“Look, the future is weird.  I don’t know what to expect.”

“The Fentons,” said Fury, “were brought in as consultants.  They have experience with interdimensional portals.  Daniel Fenton in particular has experience with portal travel.”  He flicked rapidly through several slides until he landed on one that showed pictures of Daniel Fenton alongside a figure with white hair.  “He is also enhanced.  Lab accident, like Dr. Banner.”  He went to the next slide, which started playing videos of the boy wielding green energy against various monstrous creatures. “Although he has taken some effort to conceal his abilities from others, including his parents.  We took that into account when we brought him in to consult.”

“Why did you bring him in to consult?” asked Tony.  “You expecting him to fight things for you?”

“We brought him in,” said Fury, tensely, “because the Tesseract was behaving oddly.  We had no—”

“Wait, wait, wait,” said Tony, raising both hands, “you’re telling us that when you invited the twelve-year-old—”

“He’s fifteen,” corrected Fury.  

“—the prepubescent interdimensional portal expert to your super-duper top secret interdimensional space portal lab to ‘consult’ with you on your malfunctioning interdimensional space portal, you had no idea that the space portal was going to act like a space portal.”  Tony spread his arms in a dramatic shrug.  “I’m not going to lie and say I’d never get a kid involved in my nonsense, I’m irresponsible like that, but at least I wouldn’t pretend I didn’t know what I was doing.  Just saying.”

“You’re just upset that he was called in to consult before you,” said Romanoff.  

“You’re missing the important part of this,” said Fury. “The boy’s powers—”

“Actually,” said Rodgers, pointing across the table, “I’m with Stark on this one.”

“Oh,” said Tony, spinning his chair, “that’s nice. Is this bonding?  Are we bonding?”

“Are you done?” snapped Fury.  “Daniel Fenton is a living weapon of mass destruction.  That’s before getting into Barton’s skill set and Loki’s apparent capabilities.   We’re unsure if Loki knows what he has.  From his actions at the facility, he seems to have been after the Tesseract.  But Fenton’s presence changes things.”

“My God, you’re really hollow under there, aren’t you?  No remorse about getting a child kidnapped?  Just ‘oh no, he’s a national security threat.’”  He spun his chair to face Romanoff and Rodgers.  “Who wants to be that when he says they took the kid’s secrets into account, he actually means blackmail?  Do his parents know what happened to him?”

“The Fentons have provided us with several weapon prototypes and capture devices intended to be used on the extradimensional entities they refer to as ghosts.  These devices should work on Daniel Fenton as well.  Don’t,” said Fury, cutting off Tony, “underestimate him because of his age.”

There was a small beep.  “Director Fury, sir, the Fentons say they’ve recorded a blip. It’s in Germany.”

“Well, gentlemen.  I think it’s time for you to suit up.”

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay 2022 #dannymay 2022 day 21: hollow #dp/marvel #op!danny x marvel

[m4gzv5]

BIOPUNK

Bio punk: merging biotech with punk fashion, DIY ethos, and futuristic elements. It's about biohacking themes, eco-materials, and unconventional wear, like tech-infused clothing or bioluminescent accessories.

WHAT DO I WEAR HELP!?!?!

dw I got u.

Boys:

Cyberpunk-inspired jackets or coats with tech details

Utility vests or harnesses with pockets and straps

Skinny or slim-fit pants in dark colors like black or charcoal

Graphic t-shirts featuring biohacking or futuristic motifs

High-top sneakers or combat boots with metallic accents

Accessories like futuristic sunglasses, fingerless gloves, and wristbands

Hair dyed in vibrant, neon colors or styled in bold, spiked looks

Colors for Boys:

Black

Charcoal gray

Metallic silver

Neon green

Electric blue

Girls:

Form-fitting bodysuits or crop tops with geometric patterns or metallic accents

High-waisted skirts or shorts in faux leather or metallic fabrics

Mesh or fishnet tops layered over colorful bandeaus or tank tops

Platform boots or chunky heels with metallic or holographic finishes

Statement jewelry such as chokers, cuffs, or ear cuffs with cyberpunk or biohacking motifs

Futuristic sunglasses or visors with reflective lenses

Colors for Girls:

Metallic silver

Holographic iridescence

Neon pink

Electric blue

Deep purple

HELP, HAIR!

Boys:

Neon Highlights: Incorporate neon-colored highlights or streaks into the hair, such as bright green, blue, or pink, to add a futuristic touch.

Geometric Undercuts: Opt for an undercut hairstyle with geometric patterns shaved into the sides or back, enhancing the cyberpunk vibe.

Sculpted Spikes: Style the hair into bold, sculpted spikes using styling gel or wax, creating a sharp and dynamic look.

Cybernetic Accessories: Experiment with hair accessories inspired by technology, such as metallic hair cuffs, clips, or hairpins resembling futuristic gadgets.

Girls:

Bioluminescent Hair Dye: Try bioluminescent hair dyes that glow under UV light, achieving an otherworldly and biohacking-inspired effect.

Futuristic Braids: Create intricate braided hairstyles with metallic or neon-colored extensions, incorporating geometric patterns or interwoven strands for a cyberpunk look.

Iridescent Hair Colors: Choose hair colors with iridescent or holographic finishes, such as metallic silver, holographic pink, or electric blue, for a striking and futuristic appearance.

Bio-Imitating Accessories: Accessorize with hairpieces or extensions resembling organic elements, like faux vines, flowers, or tendrils, to evoke a biohacking theme.

#bio #biopunk #punk #aesthetic #style #street style #harry styles #art style

[mudaship39]

Character bio of the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid superhero main character part 6:

Tattoos:

Their tattoos are divided on whether they appear in their regular human form, divine form, or alien hybrid form. Their tattoos are divided on whether they appear on their masc form, femme form, genderless form, or androgynous form. 

He/she/they have black and white and colored geometrical sacred geometry tattoos on his/her/their body as an alien hybrid

He/she/they have colored holographic alien calligraphy and ethereal demigod and later divine deity characters on his/her/their body. These are holographic alien tattoos that glow yellow, red, green, blue, purple, white, & black depending on what cybernetic implant and bionic enhancement powers they are using as a bionic and cyborg transhuman. 

These are ethereal divine tattoos that glow yellow, red, green, blue, & white depending on what divine elemental power of divine fire, magma, water, ice, wood, nature, plant, earth, rock, metal, storm, lightning, thunder, sand, fog, steam, & air he/she/they are using as a divine demigod and later god/goddess.

He/she/they have colored holographic cyberpunk science fiction inspired and colored ethereal magical high fantasy inspired tattoos on his/her/their body as an alien hybrid superhuman and demigod metahuman that glow gold, silver, sapphire, amethyst, crimson, emerald, & obsidian.

He/she/they have black and white and colored modern and traditional East Asian Japanese and East Asian Chinese tattoos on his/her/their neck, chest, back, arms, & legs. He/she/they have tattoos of Fudo Myoo, Fujin and Raijin, a Buddha, a phoenix or fenghuang, a dragon, a tiger, a snake, a samurai, an oni, a kitsune nine tailed fox, a kirin, a fu dog or guardian lion, a koi fish, turtles, & lotus flowers. These tattoos are colored gold, crimson, sapphire, jade, amethyst, white, & black. 

His/her/their body from their face with facial tattoos, neck tattoos, & upper body (of their chest and back) have traditional South American Indigenous and traditional Indigenous Pasifika tattoos. They have tattoos on their arms from their upper arms (from their shoulder to their elbow) and their lower arms (from their elbows to the fingertips of their clawed hands with opposable thumbs). They also have tattoos on the lower body of their upper legs (from their thighs to their knees) and their lower legs (from their knees to their toes to their clawed feet with opposable toes). 

Their entire body is covered in traditional black and white and colored Embera and Baniwa Indigenous Colombian and Chorote Indigenous of Bolivia and Argentina Amerindian of South America tattoos. 

Their entire body is covered in traditional colored and black and white Polynesian Hawaiian, Samoan, Marquesan, and Tongan Indigenous Pasifika tattoos. These black and white traditional Indigenous Pasifika tattoos are ethereal and glow silver, gold, cerulean, jade, scarlet, purple, & black as a Pasifika demigod and later divine god/goddess.

Samoan style features rectilinear, geometrical, and repetitive tattoos. They are highly symmetrical body sides. Hawaiian style tattoos feature highly geometric tattoos that are often based on repetition. The male version can include solid areas while the female version is much lighter.  Tongan style tattoos are often tattooed from the waist down to the knees in geometric patterns of repeated triangle motifs, bands, and sections of solid black. 

Tonga has some of the oldest evidence of Polynesian tattoos based on the fact it was settled first by the Austronesians before the other Polynesian islands. Not only are they some of the oldest but they have a distinct tattooing style compared to other Polynesian people. Tongan warriors are often tattooed from the waist down to the knees in geometric patterns of repeated triangle motifs, bands, and sections of solid black. For the Tongan people the tattoo carried profound social and cultural significance. Women would have similar designs, but with more delicate floral patterns on their hands and lower parts. 

Hawai’i was settled around 800 years ago. The tattoo traditions there were similar to the full-body Marquesan tattoos. However, the Hawaiian Kanaka Maoli quickly developed their own unique variations through designs. One characteristic of Hawaiian tattoos is the asymmetry across both sides of the body. As the right side of the body was a solid black and gave spiritual projection to their wearers. This practice was called Kakay I ka uhi.

Historically there was no writing in Polynesian culture. So the Polynesian’s used tattoo art that was full of distinctive signs to express their identity and personality. Tattoos would indicate status in a hierarchical society as well as sexual maturity, genealogy, and ones rank within the society. Nearly everyone in ancient Polynesian society was tattooed. It was in Tonga and Samoa that the Polynesian tattoo developed into a highly refined art. 

In ancient Samoa, tattooing also played a hugely important role in both religious rituals and warfare. The tattoo artist held a hereditary and by the same vein. It is a very highly privileged position. He usually tattooed groups of six to eight (usually men) during a ceremony attended by friends and relatives. The Samoan warrior’s tattoo began at the waist and extended to just below the knee.

These were also covered in magical esoteric or arcane and divine demigod tattoos that blazed crimson, amethyst, sapphire, gold, and silver as a mahu demigod of mist and fog who was later bestowed full godhood, divinity, & immortality as a god/goddess of storm.

Depending on where a tattoo was placed on the body, the wearer would be calling for a particular spiritual boom to help lead them through life.

The head is said to be the contact point to Rangi so it is related to themes such as spirituality, knowledge, wisdom, and intuition.

They were on his/her/their chest because in the Polynesian culture Polynesian tattoos on the chest represent kindness, honesty, honor, & resolution. They were on his/her/their head because in the Polynesian culture Polynesian tattoos on the head represent spirituality, knowledge, wisdom, & intuition. He/she/they had Polynesian tattoos on his/her/their arms. He/she/they had Polynesian tattoos on his/her/their upper arms from his/her/their shoulders to his/her/their elbow to represent strength and valor and they relate to people such as warriors, warchiefs, & chieftains. 

He/she/they wear it as a child of a chieftain and warchief who is next in line. He/she/they had Polynesian tattoos on his/her/their lower arms from their forearms to their fingertips of his/her/their clawed hands with opposable thumbs to represent creativity, creation and making things. This area is from just above the navel to the chest and is related to themes such as generosity, sincerity, honor, and reconciliation. Some may have noticed that this area is placed directly between Rangi and Papa, in order to have harmony between them balance must exist in this area.

Lower body. This area goes from the thighs to the navel. This part of the body directly relates to life’s energy, courage, procreation, independence, and sexuality. In particular, thighs relate to strength and marriage. The stomach or mid area is where mana originates from. The navel represents independence due to the symbolic meaning associated with the cutting of the umbilical cord. Independence is a trait that is valued highly in Polynesian society however individualism is not. All people depending on the sea for sustenance know the importance of sociality and socializing. Polynesian people built their culture around this. Family thus becomes a larger group of people that includes all relatives, friends and neighbors. All of which play an important role.

Joints often represent union and contact. If we look at the body as a reflection of society. We can understand why joints, being the points where different bones meet represent different degrees of relation between individuals. The farther from the head (the chief of the family) the greater the distance in kinship, or the lower the status. Ankles and wrists represent a tie and bracelets placed there often symbolizes commitment. Knees are often related to chiefs (to kneel before them). He/she/they were High King/High Queen and Chieftain and Warchief of several kingdoms as a demigod metahuman and alien hybrid superhuman.

The same word is used to refer both to leg and foot. Legs and feet represent moving forward, transformation, and progress. They are also related to separation and choice. The feet, being our contact with Papa, Mother Nature, are also related to concreteness and material matters.

Human figures otherwise known as enata in Marquesan language represent men, women, and sometimes gods. They can be placed within a tattoo to represent people and their relations. If they are placed upside down then they can be used to represent defeated enemies. A common motif is an enata symbol which is the depiction of a human figure. If this symbol has a row of people, this means that the ancestors are watching over the wearer. Over-stylised enata joined together in a row of people holding hands form the motif called ani ata, which translates to “cloudy sky”. Polynesian languages and a row of enata in a semi-circular form often represent the sky as well as the ancestors guarding their descendants. This symbolizes elders, ancestors, and family deities.

He/she/they had Polynesian tattoos of complex shark teeth. Shark teeth or niho mano deserve a space of their own. Sharks are one of the favorite forms that aumakua choose to appear to man. They represent defense, leadership, power, & ferocity. However they are also symbols of flexibility in many cultures.  It was fitting for the strike team commander of the Elites, Paragons, & Sentinels superhero conglomerates that defend the planet, star systems, galaxy, & universe. Another common motif is the triangle shark teeth band which means protection, guidance, and strength. 

A spearhead means the wearer is a strong warrior. He/she/they had Polynesian tattoos of a pattern of spearheads. Another typical symbol that is used to represent warrior nature is the spear. Fitting for a former super soldier who fought since he/she/they were a child as a former demigod metahuman and alien hybrid superhuman child soldier. Spear-heads are very symbolic in relation to sharp items too and they can be used to represent the sting of some animals. 

He/she/they had Polynesian stylized tattoos of the ocean. The ocean is a second home to Polynesian people and the place of rest when they leave for their last voyage. Coincidentally, turtles are said to join the deceased guiding them to their destinations. So sometimes the ocean can be used to symbolize death and the beyond. Since the ocean is the primary source of food it is no wonder it impacts so much tradition and myth. All the creatures living in the ocean are associated with several meanings usually mutated from their characteristic traits and habits. 

The ocean and the sea can be represented by waves. The stylizations of the ocean can often represent ideas such as life, change and continuity through change. Waves can also be used to represent the world beyond or the place where the departed go and rest on their last voyage. An ocean design with a curved circle is significant because it represents the second home of Polynesian people. The sea is regarded as the place people go to rest and die. When the ocean motif is part of a tattoo, it represents life, change, and progress through change.

Francisco/Francisca he/she/they had a Polynesian tattoo of a Tiki. One meaning of the word tiki is figure. So tiki is the name given to human-like figures that usually represent demigods contrasting to atua who frequently materialize to men under the shape of animals such as lizards. The tiki can also represent sanctified ancestors, priests, warchiefs, & chieftains who became demigods after their passing. They denote protection, fertility and they serve as sentinels. By stylizing the figure over and over there has been a simplified version that has been reached. 

This is called the brilliant eye where the eyes, nostrils and ears appear to be the prominent elements. Tiki figures can be portrayed in a front view. Sometimes with their tongue stretched out as a symbol of defiance to enemies. The tiki design is a famous Polynesian tattoo design that comes in the form of human-like faces. They are often received as semi-gods or deified ancestors, such as chiefs or priests. This symbolizes past kings, queens, chieftains, & warchief in his/her/their family, clan, & nation. They are symbols of protection, fertility and are guardians over the wearers.

He/she/they had a Polynesian tattoo of a turtle. The turtle or honu is another significant creature throughout all Polynesian cultures and has been connected with several meanings. The first being the fact that turtles represent health, fertility, longevity, foundation, tranquility, & rest. The word hono, meaning turtle in Marquesan language has other meanings which include things such as joining and stitching together families and representing the idea of harmony. 

Contrary to what is sometimes believed, turtles drawn upwards do not imply that they are taking the soul of a dead person into the other world. To represent this, a human figure must be placed on or near the shell of the turtle. The turtle, which means good health, fertility, long life, peace, and rest. When this symbol is repeated, it hopes to bring families together.

He/she/they had a Polynesian tattoo of a lizard. Lizards and geckos are often called mo’o or moko and they play a significant role in Polynesian myth. Gods (atua) and minor spirits often appeared to men in the form of lizards and this may explain why the stylized element used to represent the lizard is very similar to the stylized symbol used to represent man. Lizards are very powerful creatures that bring good luck and communicate between the humans and the gods and who can access the invisible world. On the other hand they can also bring death and bad omens to people who are disrespectful. The lizard, which signifies spirits and gods bridging the mortal and spirit worlds. They are all-in-all good luck charms but might lead to ill-omens if disrespected.

He/she/they had a Polynesian tattoo of a stingray. Stingray tattoos come in several variations and styles. So this image can hold symbolic meanings. The stingray has the ability to hide in the underwater sands mainly from sharks and is able to cover up with sand and lay still. Most sharks can sense prey in the sand based on movement but for the most part the stingray is able to hide. For this reason its image is classed as a symbol of protection. 

Other themes that go hand in hand with the sting-ray image are adaptation, gracefulness, diplomacy, danger, dexterity, speed, & covertness. Fitting for someone who is a shapeshifter, metamorph, & changeling. The tattoos themselves are imbued with divine power as a water demigod and they boost their hydrokinesis as a demigod of the seas and give them command over the seas and aquatic life.

Body art in the volcanic Marquesas dates back to at least the late 1500s. Sailors traveling to the islands over the centuries have helped spread the popularity of tattoos worldwide.

Marquesas, tattoos go beyond ornamental gestures, communicating a specific societal status, paying tribute to legendary heroes or sacred locations, and signifying the offer of protection or fertility.

It’s typical for Marquesan body art to cover the face or head. They stretch all the way down to the feet. In elaborate designs made up of meaningful spirals, bullseyes, crossed lines, geometric shapes, animals, and thick bands of ink alternating with decorative borders. But while the islands' tattoos come in all kinds of styles. Marquesas tradition stands out for its immensely intricate patterns and darkly shaded designs that can take a lifetime to complete.

Around the islands, getting a specific kind of tattoo often depended on the role the wearer plays in the local society. For example, warriors might wear spiral shapes around their eyes and chiefs might get spirals on their cheeks or thighs. Women traditionally received tattoos on their right hands by puberty, to signal they were ready to prepare certain foods and to apply coconut oil to the bodies of the deceased. 

Members of certain tribal communities often chose their own distinct patterns. As extensive tattooing can be long, painful and costly. The inking might signal courage, endurance, wealth or even age. Since locals would typically add to their tattoos throughout their lives.

Getting a tattoo in the traditional Marquesan culture wasn't just a matter of making an appointment with an artist and laying still for a few hours. The elaborate, weeks-long or even months-long ritual of receiving that first set of tattoos often involved the entire community. In wealthy families, the firstborn son (opou) began at adolescence. Kicking off an expensive process that started with building a special house on the family’s property for the tattoo artists to live and work in. Also cooking for them during their entire stay.

The accolades told through traditional divine alien and futuristic tattoos and facepaint for the Asian Pasifika/Afro Latine Native main character as a changeling and shapeshifter has ever changing tattoos that correlate with divine, martial, spiritual, & military accomplishments, deeds, accolades, and achievements. 

They have scientific achievements as a scientist, inventor, and engineer in magical and alien archeology, anthropology, biology, chemistry, marine biology, paleontology, psychology, sociology, and zoology. They have artistic accolades as an artist and creator. 

They have martial accomplishments as a warrior trained in unarmed combat, ranged weaponry, and melee weaponry. They have military accolades as an officer, soldier, & commander who was a former super soldier in the space military of the federation of the Milky Way, Andromeda, and Zenith galaxy. Heroic and villainous accomplishments as a superhero, antihero, and villain at different points because of free will, necessity, or mind control and being a commander of a cosmic superhero conglomerate. 

They have leadership deeds as a high king/high queen of a federation of kingdoms and chieftain and war chief of Mu or Hawaiki that’s like Themyscira, Asgard, or Wakanda but for indigenous pasifika demigods and alien hybrid superheroes. They have spiritual accolades as a mahu fakaleiti pasifika third gender elder and healer for clan and nation. 

They have divine accolades as someone born a demigod bestowed divinity as a hero and champion and later ascended to titanancy because *** (spoken in celestial speech to hide from mortal tongue). They have accolades as an alien hybrid. Demigod and alien hybrid as a metahuman and superhuman so long lifespan if not for scientific advances that prologues lifespans for centuries for regular humans too. They were not immortal and wouldn’t choose to be either before ascending to godhood and titanancy that is. God killing weapons exist as well as weapons that can negate powers of metahumans and super humans. Has died before when was still mortal as a demigod several times. 

The Afro Latine main character is also connected through their piercings and regalia including jewelry like magically and futuristically influenced rings, bracelets, necklaces, and headdresses. A cyborg or bionic have futuristic holographic tattoos to reflect certain accolades as a transhuman that a non augmented futuristic human has. It’s embedded underneath the skin as opposed to those that are just on the skin of regular humans. Their tattoos reflect not only their accolades but maybe from a specific region that they’re from. 

They have bionic implants and cybernetic enhancements where the cybernetic and bionic parts open up and are upgradable and customizable. They have a bionic arm and cybernetic eye as someone who’s a former super soldier war veteran. They have a military grade version for combat vs regular grade bionic arm and eye for regular things for accessibility as a visible disabled person. Tattoos and specialized parts are from certain regions or companies. Prestige parts that are granted only after winning a contest or completing a mission. The main character has opposing versions of traditional native tattoo accolades across their body as a creator, healer, diplomat, liberator, artist, destroyer, killer, conqueror, etc that they both feel happy, angry, and sad over. 

Part of the bad was when they were forced against their will to become a child soldier. After being captured by metahuman and superhuman traffickers after they were blackbirded from the now independent Hawaiian kingdom by the earth colonial military. Part of the bad when they were mind controlled to become a super villain or forced by circumstances to become an antihero. All of these fit on their body as a shapeshifter because their form changes if they are in alien hybrid form demigod form as well as kane masc form, vahine femme form, mahu/fakaleiti third gender form, or genderless or androgynous gender form to reflect their gender and gender identity. 

Jewelry: 

Ryuu/Haruka wore traditional Samoan, Tongan, Marquesan, & Hawaiian headdresses, necklaces, bracelets, rings, & belts as jewelry. 

He/she/they had a Toki (Adze) Polynesian Maori necklace. The Toki (Adze) is the Maori tribal emblem of strength. This symbol resembles resolve, control, power, focus, & honor.” “Its shape represents an axe head. The Toki (adze) was used by the Maori as an everyday working tool for shaving and chipping. Sometimes it was used as a weapon. Unique complex adzes were by tradition carved in stone and passed down as an heirloom. The Toki had much meaning to the Maori created from stone or greenstone. It was a vital tool for survival and day to day life of a Maori tribe. 

So this was given to him/her/them by an Atlantean King and Polynesian Maori Indigenous Pasifika Chieftain and Warchief means a lot to him/her/them. That’s the reason the Maori attribute the spiritual meaning of strength and power to the Toki. This design represents the Toki which was used to shape the great canoes. The toki was also used to cut and work timber for the fortresses where the Maori lived. It was such an important tool in Maori life that it became regarded as a symbol of power, authority & good character. It was given to them by the King and Chieftain and Warchief as a sign of respect as he/she/they are a King/Queen and Chieftain and Warchief. It is also the mark of a craftsman and an artist. 

He/she/they also have a necklace of Hei-Matau (Fish Hook) given to them by an Atlantean Queen and Polynesian Maori Indigenous Pasifika Chieftain and Warchief. These very stylized fish hooks represent power, affluence, wealth, fertility. It also represents vast reverence for the sea. This makes sense since he/she/they are the last scion and lord/lady of his/her/their ancient and powerful house. It also is said to provide good luck and safety when traveling over water so is often worn by travelers. The Hei-Matau are also symbols of authority and power which are held in great veneration by the Maori people. They were used as a practical tool for fishing and were often adorned as a sign of admiration for the creatures of the sea. 

There are many styles of Hei-Matau from the true hook designs to the more decorative styles which became cherished heirlooms for generations after. Initially the Maori have been fishermen. Their main food source was the sea so a fish hook of premium was a valued item to possess. Worn around the neck the hook became a symbol of wealth, abundance, good health, authority, & power. As well as a mark of reverence for the sea and its life in it. It is also believed to provide good luck and protection while traveling over water. The Maori fish hook symbol refers to being reliant on the sea for their food gathering. The matau is a talisman for good luck. 

He/she/they also had a bracelet of whales, dolphins, & turtles. The ocean has always been the prevailing force for the Maori people who traveled colossal distances in their long canoes and lived on the gift of the tropical waters. They had a great respect for the creatures on the sea and in particular dolphins and whales. The whale with its immense size and evident intelligence played an essential part in the traditions of the Maori people. 

They were often represented as an example of family love with mother and calf always side by side and touching at every opportunity. Beached whales were cherished as gifts from the gods. They were chiefly valued for the bone which after numerous years of curing was used to carve elaborate jewelry and art works that were frequently passed down for many generations. The whale is the most important animal in the life of the Maori. Besides speed and strength the whale also represents success, confidence, and sensitivity. It represents the bond between animal and human. 

A dolphin (Papahu) is an emblem of liveliness, harmony, & camaraderie. The turtle is the mark of a navigator. The dolphin is another Maori symbol of protection. Schools of dolphins were reported to attack sharks circling around canoes. The dolphin shows sympathy with the sea and nature in general. It resembles a free spirit. Nowadays the dolphin represents protection on all types of travelers. So it is another Maori symbol of protection. 

He/she/they had the jewelry of the symbol of the Koropepe (The Mythical Eel/Fish). The Koropepe is an eel-type fish and a legendary guardian. It is a symbol of new beginnings and youth, prosperity, & wealth. The koropepe is thought to characterize the curled eel which was one of the main protein sources hundreds of years back in Maori history. Many koropepe have a coiled appearance with bird-like heads. These heads are said to possess its divine power. The design is a relatively modern form as no ancient examples have been found. 

He/she/they had jewelry of the White Heron bird (Kotuku). Kotuku is the Maori word for the rare White Heron bird. It is a symbol of status, purity, & individuality. One of the greatest compliments among the Maori was to liken someone to Kotuku. For it signifies everything extraordinary and gorgeous. It is sometimes referred to as a darling or treasure. The kotuku is one of New Zealand’s rarest birds and is held in chiefly high regard in Maori mythology. As with other birds the kotuku stands for the connection between the afterlife. 

He is a messenger of the spirit world. The kotuku represents everything pure and beautiful in Maori legends and oratory. Most importantly the kotuku represents all the people of this land. The kotuku is a traveler who came to this beautiful country and chose to stay. There are more Maori bird symbols such as the huia, kaka, & torea. 

He/she/they finally wear a bracelet of the huia bird of which the long feathers were used as hair adornments by Maori chiefs and notables. As King/Queen, Chieftain and Warchief, & as President/Madam President who is the ruler and sovereign of a few countries on several alien planets, moons, & asteroids they wear the long feathers of this Maori bird in their headdress. Intricately carved wooden treasure boxes used to store the huia bird feathers are a characteristic form of Maori art work. 

He/she/they had jewelry of a Tiki. One of the most fashionable and most identifiable Maori symbols. The Tiki is symbolic for the whole Polynesian hemisphere. It is the insignia of Polynesian cultures from Hawaii to Tahiti, to Samoa, & to New Zealand. According to folklore tiki was the first man on earth who originated from the stars. According to myth tiki was the first mortal person who created the first woman after his image. The literal meaning of the tiki symbol is disputed. There are several opinions but the most acknowledged are that tiki stands for fertility. 

The regularly occurring hands placed on the groin are a direct reference to fertility. Tiki is a good luck charm meant to keep evil spirits away. Other theories state that tiki represents the human embryo. The Maori god Tiki who was considered responsible for the creation of life. The Tiki is a very primordial symbol and is by far the least understood so there are a number of legends about its meaning. Some say he came from the stars and that he was the first man of the world. He is also often depicted with webbed feet which suggest a strong connection to the creatures of the sea. Tiki was respected as the instructor of all things and the wearer of this symbol is therefore seen to possess clarity of thought, devotion, great inner knowledge and strength of character. The Tiki is regarded as a good luck charm when worn and in some areas is also regarded as a fertility symbol. 

He/she/they have a necklace of Koru (Spiral). Koru is the Maori word for “bight” or “loop” and refers to new shoots of the silver fern. The spiral shaped koru design is derived from this unfolding silver fern frond.” The circular movement towards an inner coil refers to going back to the beginning. The unfurling frond itself is symbolic of new life, new beginnings, optimism, precision, regeneration, a new start, awakening, personal growth, purity, nurturing, a new phase in life, the spirit of innovation, & tranquility. 

The koru design is repeatedly worn as a Maori necklace but present in many cultural expressions. It is a fundamental symbol in Maori art forms. Both on itself as well as integrated in more intricate designs such as carvings and Maori facial tattoos. The spiral is a Koru that represents the fern frond as it opens bringing new life and purity to the world. It also represents peace, tranquility, & spirituality as well as a strong sense of regrowth or new beginnings. The Koru is also often associated with nurturing so when interlocked with others is frequently used to represent the strength and purity of a loving relationship within a family. 

He/she/they had a necklace of a circle (Porowhita). The closed circle is said to embody the circle of life which has no beginning or end. It also tells of the stars and planets which are part of the circle of life and contain the information of our origins. It is often used to enclose other elements such as the Koru linking love and new life or new beginnings with the circle of life. 

For an artist like Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith the circle represents the relationship or oneness between the artist and his/her/their craft bringing together head, hand, & heart. The closed circle with a hole in between represents the never-ending circle of life and nature. It also stands for the belief that life has no beginning or end. Both the spiral and the circle are also described as a metaphor for a never-ending journey of discovery and rediscovery. The journey itself with its aboriginal or Indigenous perspectives and sense of direction is the most important act of cultural convalescence. It reflects the importance of being on the move in the present while realizing that the path of tradition is a two-way track. It points concurrently in the present, towards the past, & towards the future. 

He/she/they have a necklace of a twist. The twist with the interweave form represents the many paths of life and love and as such is regarded as the primordial infinity symbol. The single twist or Pikorua (Single Twist) in particular shows the union together of two people for eternity even though they sometimes move away from each other on their own journeys. They will always come together again sharing their lives and blending to become one. 

It tells how the strength of the bond of friendship, devotion, & love will last forever. The Maori single twist symbol consists of a closed loop with three knots. Pikorua as the Maori name this symbol refers to eternal emerging paths in life. The double and triple twists have a comparable meaning but refer more to the fusion of two peoples or cultures rather than individuals. They also refer to the three baskets of knowledge. They were given an eight shaped single twist when he/she/they as someone polyam, queer, & trans married his/her/their Indigenous Pasifika wives. 

They were married by their childhood friends, two Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika Atlantean hybrids. These Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika people who married them were European British Polynesian Maori Chieftain and Warchief and Atlantean King Arapeta William Rewi and his wife a Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika Atlantean hybrid. It is something that Alexander/Alexandria and his/her/their Polynesian, Micronesian, & Melanesian wives, partners, & spouses treasure, especially after being married for decades, centuries, & even millennia as metahumans and superhumans in a polyamorous union. The eight-shaped single twist denotes the power of the bond between two people, their loyalty & friendship. It signifies the sacred merger of two people for eternity. Although people will take different paths in their lives they will always be connected and will return to each other. The twist is a powerful statement of loyalty, friendship, and love. 

Teardrop or roimata designates healing and console, hope, & optimistic energy. It is often called a comfort stone. The drop is a stylized version of the toki and signifies strength, power, pride, & independence. The core meaning of the teardrop is speed and strength. It indicates the support often shown by dolphins and whales to humans in anguish. So therefore, it is a symbol of protection but also of speed, power, & compassion. It represents the bond between animal and human. It expresses respect for the sea and nature. It is also a good luck charm providing safe passage over water. 

They have rings, bracelets, & necklaces made out of magical wood and alien metal. 

Piercings:

He/she/they have a tragus ear piercing with a zircon gemstone, a conch ear piercing with a topaz gemstone, a helix ear piercing with a tiger’s eye gemstone, a daith ear piercing with a sunstone gemstone, a snug ear piercing with a spinel gemstone, a lobe ear piercing with a smoky quartz gemstone, an anti tragus ear piercing with a sapphire gemstone, a rook ear piercing with a ruby gemstone, an anti helix ear piercing with a rhodonite gemstone, a forward helix piercing with a quartz gemstone, a lobe transversal ear piercing with a pyrite gemstone, a high lobe piercing with a peridot gemstone, a helix stud lobe with a pearl gemstone, and a upper lobe piercing with opal gemstone on their left and right elvish or lupine like ears.

He/she/they have facial piercings. They have vertical barbell eyebrow piercing with amethyst gemstone, horizontal eyebrow piercing spiked barbell piercing with onyx gemstone, Medusa diamond stud piercing with moonstone gemstone above their lip, dimple studs with malachite gemstone in their cheeks, a spiked labret with lapis lazuli on their chin, a septum ring piercing with kunzite gemstone that goes through their nose, a barbell bridge piercing with jasper gemstone between their eyes on top of their nose, a rhino barbell nose ring piercing with jade gemstone on the top of their nose, nasallang piercings with lolite and kyanite gemstones on the left and right side of their nose, a middle tongue piercing on their tongue, and a third eye stud piercing with hiddenite gemstone on their forehead.

He/she/they have body piercings. They have a barbell piercing with garnet gemstone in their navel, a barbell piercing with fluorite gemstone on their chest, & nipple piercings on their body. 

Clothes. 

Cybernetic futuristic clothes that look like liquid metal tech. Cybernetic clothes glow with 3d holographic symbols and lights. Has holographic smart technology like futuristic smartphones, glasses, and watches. Incorporates alien and human smart metal. Hi tech clothing that is polished and sleek. With leather, latex, techwear fabrics, & fabrics with a waxed finish. Is inspired by goth and punk fashion. Is bioluminescent and glows in red, blue, green, and purple light. Hi tech clothing that is polished, urban, and sleek. With leather, latex, techwear fabrics, & fabrics with a waxed finish. Is inspired by goth and punk fashion. Is bioluminescent and glows in red, blue, green, and purple light. Is functional wear with technological aesthetics. Cyberpunk futuristic clothes tend to be dark colors like black, browns, dark grey or white. These colors may have highlights of neon colors or neon lights, such as bright blue, green, red, pink, yellow, or purple. Is inspired by military camo with pouches and tactical clothes. Includes googles. more sleek and urban, with functionality and technical fabrics. Clothing with big cuts of fabric. Whether somewhat baggy pants with cargo pockets and straps or boot cut jeans. Clothing with high top sneakers. Clothing with combat boots or biker boots. Clothing with dress clothes, dress pants, & dress shoes. Clothing with box cut or open jackets often with pockets or straps. Clothing with leather jackets or bomber jackets. With the entirety of it being comfortable, breathable, and waterproof.

Divine magical clothes that glow with ethereal magic and symbols. Divine clothes are made out of dragon leather, giant spider silk, wool made from magical livestock, cotton from magical planets, & fur made from chimera or manticore. Clothing that resembles fashion from the Middle Ages or medieval times to the 1950s but with magic and technology. 

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Headcanon: Across Pern, each Hold, cothold, Crafthall, and Weyr has dedicated space set aside for the farming of glows. There are several varieties of glow, owing to Pern’s expansive subterranean ecosystems, but the most commonly cultivated are the classic fungoid glows, coming in a variety of species with fruiting body sizes and light colors ranging from about the size of a grape to the size of a golfball and ‘classic’ ‘glow-in-the-dark’ green to electric blue. Cultivated species are typically short and their caps can be convex, ovulate, or umbilicate in shape depending on the species, with porous undersides.

Typically, when a new location is settled, the first group moving there will endeavor to include an individual experienced in the cultivation of glows, who will be expected to bring their own spawn. The construction of a glow farming area will be of utmost importance, second only to housing and hygiene areas, and usually placed in their own little corner a distance from the others. These locations typically consist of an open space with long, shallow troughs arranged in rows and columns throughout. How many depends on the size of the community, and it’s not uncommon for Holds, Crafthalls, and Weyrs to have more than one of these spaces. The minimum number is typically six troughs, however.

Inoculated substrate is placed in these troughs and tended in such a way as to encourage staggered fruiting. In this way the glow producer can ensure that as one load of glows fades another is ready to take it’s place. As each trough reaches it’s maturity and it’s fruiting bodies reach a point where they can be put to use, the substrate will be divided and placed into specialized baskets- woven in nature, but sealed with wax or pitch to retain moisture in the substrate- which are then distributed across the community.

One of the major forms of business of the Smithcrafthall is the production of mirrors- both glass and polished metal- to be used with glows. They produce light, yes, but the illumination isn’t that great. The use of specially-made glow-mirrors allows for more efficient use of light and serves to enhance the illuminating capabilities of the glows themselves. In public areas these are all-but built into the alcoves in which glow-baskets are stored, covering them in such a manner as to direct the light outward into work spaces or corridors. In private spaces they’re typically smaller and arranged to provide more precise lighting. Also adding to the illumination capabilities of glows is that their spores are also bioluminescent. Thanks to this, while the light given off by fungoid glows tends to diminish over time (the best illumination is found in the middle of the fruiting period, first growing as the glows themselves do and then diminishing as they begin to die off) the area around the glowbasket becomes also illuminated by the spores they’ve given off.

As the fruiting bodies reach the end of their usefulness after 7 to 10 days the baskets are replaced with a new batch, a job which- alongside tending the public baskets- typically goes to the children, fosterlings, or apprentices of the glow cultivators. Glowbaskets in private areas are often brought to the cultivation area by their owners to be traded for a new basket. The spent fruiting bodies are removed and either trashed, composted, or used as animal feed depending. The mycelium network is brushed free of spent substrate and, with the addition of new substrate, returned to the troughs to continue it’s cycle of production. Spores and loose pieces of substrate from the cleaning process are collected and taken to the fecal processing area.

Owing to their subterranean ancestry, fungoid glows thrive in the most available substrate in such areas, excrement. As one can guess, this fact makes individuals in this line of work of iffy social status, though they remain among the most valuable members of any community. The source makes no real difference, whether livestock, dragonkin, human, etc, whichever is considered least valuable as composting material goes to the production of fungoid glows. In fact, in small cotholds or young communities, it’s often the glow cultivators who are in charge of managing the community’s nightsoil. All communities will have a shed or barn dedicated to storing the manure, with an area nearby dedicated to preparing it into proper substrate, generally through breaking it up and sterilizing it in large, shallow copper pots over a fire. Sterilized manure, now proper substrate, is stored in another shed, where it’s inoculated with spores and shed mycelium and tended until it’s ready to join or replace the glows in the troughs.

Thanks to this heat-treating process, while the original manure has a... distinctive odor, cultivation areas and glowbaskets do not, having instead a more earthy aroma.

Glow cultivation, of all varieties, is what’s known as a ‘Smallcraft’. These are crafts that exist as their own guilds associated with one or more Crafthalls. Members of these smallcrafts often pursue education within the related Crafthalls- either beginning their education in these Halls before specializing or adjusting their education to be completed as a member of these Halls- but unless they specifically join the Crafthalls they remain members of the Smallcraft. Unlike members of Crafthalls, members of Smallcrafts are not required to study in a centralized location, but are required to work and study under a Master of the craft, though lessons in their craft are typically available in at least one of the Crafthalls with whom their Smallcraft is associated. Outside of the Halls, Masters take on apprentices at their own discretion. Journeyman testing is generally standardized at biyearly conferences, though Masters can give their apprentices these tests at their own discretion once again. Upon reaching Journeyman rank one becomes open to reassignment at the discretion of the MasterCrafter, either to expand one’s experience by putting them under other Masters or by assigning them to fill positions requested of the MasterCrafter by outside groups. Journeymen looking to advance in rank present their masterwork at the aforementioned biyearly conference, during which the Masters and MasterCrafter will judge their accomplishments and determine whether they should move up.

Examples of Smallcraft include- Midwives, Singers, and Luminures (our glow cultivators). Most Smallcrafts don’t tithe to the Weyrs, as their lack of centralization makes it more difficult and how widespread their work often is means they generally pay their due in work anyway.

MasterLuminur Kuntama was, as of the beginning of the Ninth Pass, centered in the Farmcrafthall, but the Smallcraft is also associated with the Beastcrafthall, with some work ongoing regarding potential dealings with the Fishcrafthall thanks to the ongoing experimentations of Master Luminur Adete.

#headcanons #this wasn't supposed to hit on the crafts but i guess we also have smallcrafts now

[tinker-tanner]

Tag Nine People You'd Like to Know Better

Favourite colour: intense, vivid green. I don't know how to describe it properly, but if you imagine the glow of radioactive waste in a cartoon, that's about it. Purple, orange, red, and black also suit me well.

Favourite flavour(s): My palate is unfortunately rather unsophisticated thanks to having almost zero sense of smell until age 27 (thank you estrogen for my life), so my sense of taste hasn't historically had a lot of room for variation. That said, there is nothing in this world quite like top-notch cheesy garlic bread.

Favourite music: indie rock writ broadly. This ranges from folky stuff like The Mountain Goats to metal-adjacent prog like Polyphia to the vast soundscapes of Sigur Rós. Also enjoy quite a bit of rap, electronic music, and folk.

Favourite movie: Attack the Block, always and forever. It's the perfect mix of horror, teenage shenanigans, comedy, and genuine emotion. This is also John Boyega's first starring role. I genuinely cannot believe he pulled off this kind of leading man energy as a teenager: watching this movie in 2012 lets me sincerely say I was into him before it was cool.

Favourite book: Two-way tie for first. Book of the New Sun by Gene Wolfe might be the smartest book I've ever read. Not that it makes the reader feel smart - I have rarely felt dumber than when I'm trying to understand what Severian is leaving out of a story - but that there's so much going on and every reread enhances how much you can extract from it. The Sisters of Dorley by Alyson Greaves helped give me the courage to finally acknowledge I was a woman and is also just a stupendous psychological drama filled with women who have so, so many things wrong with them. Honorary mention to The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien, which is still up there but no longer quite in the top spot.

Favourite series: Revolutionary Girl Utena. I did not know TV could ever be this good. I do not expect any TV show to astound me this much again. Watching Utena, I could feel my brain physically reshape itself. The show is unexpectedly blunt about rape and child abuse considering it's shojo, so watch out for that, but if you can handle it, watch this show.

Last song: "Sun Bleached Flies" by Ethel Cain. The perfect song for a certain mood when you need to reckon with not being Christian anymore. The first time I heard her sing "God loves you, but not enough to save you" was like a revelation.

Last series: Afraid I don't watch enough TV to remember this.

Last movie: The Boy and the Heron. Miyazaki near the peak of his powers, which I never expected to see again. The big screen added a lot to this one. Even by the usual high standards Ghibli sets, it's incredibly gorgeous.

Currently reading: Beowulf (as translated by Maria Dahvana Headley). I'm a sucker for Old English literature. Took two courses on Old English in undergrad and they were some of my favourites of the degree until the person who taught me turned out to be profoundly racist. Headley's take is bizarre and therefore compelling to me: I'm always interested in seeing how weird someone can get with the source material.

Currently watching: Nothing. I weeded and organised my bookshelves for the first time in the 2020s and am taking advantage of this to read my TBR list at a ferocious pace.

Currently working on: Nothing in particular. I'm not all that creatively inclined and what little writing projects I did have were pushed aside by all the real-life nonsense I'm juggling. Tarot reading has been a joy to learn, though; attempting to interpret real-world events through knotty tangles of symbolism is exactly the sort of thing my brain likes. Shoutout to The Tarot Restless by Winslow Dumaine, which dared to ask "What if I made up my own Dark Souls cosmology and put it in a deck of cards?"

Tagged by @tobermoriansass, which I find terribly considerate given how hard it is to drag him away from his elves these days. Tagging @sophibeans @stackslip @licoricefern @deadciv @catgirltoes @loki-zen and whoever else would like to join in!

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My Own Style Analysis: Ben’s Dream

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“I am Fire and Air” Cleopatra, as imagined by Willy Shakespeare

Ever since I saw this scene, I have been thinking about any possible references that were made here. This is by no mean's an organized think piece and I feel pretty okay about this, I was shocked to see the overt sexuality in this scene (and hoped no one was coerced into performing) but I always felt that Maitreyi had the talent and looks to play a 21st Century twist on the classic Film Noir Femme Fatale and felt vindicated here. In fact my mind went to different places which shall be covered here.

Lighting: First thing we notice is the purple lighting used in the scene, both to set the tone for Ben's lust and love for Devi and to enhance both Maitreyi's and Jaren's physical appeal. In fact, aside from being a color that stands for status and heroism, purple is one of Dr. David Rosenau's color-coded pyramid of intimacy (which also incorporates colors which were so darn persistent in the show and used in the final scene of the series); purple symbolizes touch and passion, the former that Ben was yearning from Devi at that moment and the passion that they mutually held for each other in a way that matches the damned wildfires in our Golden State and in their academic competition. It is also noted that the both of them hated it when Ben wasn't talking to Devi, in a scene where they were both in outfits picking up on each other's greens (bonding intimacy) after he rescued her from getting groped by a Fabio reject and when she showed up high at her house and ruined an apple shaped cake. The dark purplish lighting also helps to accentuate Maitreyi's dark skin and the metallics on her lingerie and makeup which add to another part of her fantasy mystique.

Madame X: In the late 19th Century, John Singer Sargent painted a very scandalous portrait of a red-haired socialite named Virginie Gautreau, an American ex-pat and wife of a respectable French banker. This was a woman with a sense of confidence who knew she was beautiful and owned her sexuality, both no-no's in the 20th Century Western World (actually given how society loves to humble a woman with high self-esteem or bravado, have things changed?) and in a time when women were expected to cover themselves up with layers of fabric and decor, she was wearing a simple curve-hugging dress in black that contrast with her very fair skin with metallic straps and instead of looking demure, she looked proud, this scandalized Parisian society and practically ruined Sargent's career and Gautreau's reputation, it wasn't until later that this flop became iconic, inspiring Rita Hayworth's dress in Gilda, the gold-chain Chanel dress, the allure that later LBDs now possess, and dresses worn by Christina Hendricks in Mad Men Season 4 episode "Waldorf Stories" and Post heiress/Mr. Sheffield's cold ass mom Dina Merrill and even Maitreyi herself in real life.

Makeup: Complementing the metallics of the lingerie are Devi's makeup, which is inspired by the very contemporary Euphoria and I argue, the intro to the 1980s James Bond film A View to a Kill with the models in bathed in a dark light to better accentuate the neon colored makeup, nail polish, hair, and weapons that would glow in the dark. Another thing to note is that while Devi's lip gloss enhances the natural pink in them, her eye makeup and manicure are bolder and match her nose ring; this is likely a call back to how the 2020 COVID-19 Pandemic impacted makeup trends in sales, with lipstick taking a dip along with economics (a reversal of a trend that was first noted in the Great Depression) while eye makeup sales soared as people found ways to experiment with different colors and designs while keeping safe with masks. Her look is likely even a shout out to Alexa Demie's Euphoria character Maddy Perez, who like Devi and Maitreyi, is a young WOC and Hollywood newcomer flawlessly portraying a complex, flawed, and charismatic young woman who isn't afraid to go ham. The big thing is that Ben is (thankfully) not Nate Jacobs: both being privileged white boys who've internalized the Patriarchy, but while Ben is obnoxious and hiding his vulnerability and abandonment issues with bravado and only achieved some semblance of popularity through is background and connection to others in the Hot Pocket, Nate however has his toxic traits enabled or even encouraged by his parents and is positively horrifying in his treatment of Jules and Maddy and is the BMOC. But rest assured no one is getting almost strangled after tossing a pot of chili after being slut-shamed.

Flame: Sex has always been symbolized by elements (old films used beaches and other forms of water to imply acts of sex and passion) and fire was used as a metaphor for sexual desire in songs like "Hot Blooded" and "Somethings Burning"; flame is also used to illustrate a fiery temperament, Ben is well aware Devi is a hothead like her father's hero John McEnroe (the fact that the elder white Boomer male and a teenage South Asian girl are validated for their short fuse is amazing) and contrasts with his doting yet cool parents and she also often dresses in warm colors that highlight her looks and her personality. In fact many iconic female characters have been depicted with fiery tempers or strong personalities (think Joan Holloway, any character played by Joan Crawford and Bette Davis and Maureen O'Hara, Trudy Proud, Betty and Veronica). This not only played to male audiences but also to female ones in more misogynistic times....

Femme Fatales: As an interviewee in Jackie Stacey's Star Gazing noted "I liked seeing strong, capable, and independent types of female characters, mostly because I wish to be like them" and she, along with many female spectators of films in the 40s and 50s, are in awe of femme fatale's and the career women of the era's films own confidence, intelligence, beauty, and wardrobe. In fact the Femme Fatale comes from a long tradition of men using women as scapegoats for shit hitting the fan and society fearing what would happen if women started to own their intelligence and sexuality (yeah why wouldn't a group that's been long subjugated, abused, and exploited burn down the village?); Devi is no stranger to the feminine being pathologized (blamed for Paxton's accident in Season 2, her grief and temporary disability was mocked, been gaslit by Des...yeah no wonder I channel Lucille Bluth when Devi "damages" something), but wait Toongrrl1990 what about her Unfuckable Nerds moniker? One of the forms of gaslighting patriarchal society has done to women is to liken their worth to their appearance and even when they are pretty, is to gaslight them into thinking they aren't enough: think of how much money the diet industry has made post World War One to now, think of male authors finding ways to insist a woman is "pretty but not beautiful" or say "a model she was far from" or even look at what P.J. O'Rourke says about Bimbos. I grew up in the era where Bridget Jones was considered fat at a size 6 and where people said Bill Clinton (who looked like a basic Boomer Dad to me as a kiddo) could have had "hotter" women (even the one that was a pageant winner wasn't enough or even the freakishly gorgeous and Dorian Gray-esque Monica Lewinsky wasn't enough), in fact go read about Golden Era Hollywood stars and you can see many of the iconic beauties were labeled some form of "unfuckable" (Sophia Loren, Bette Davis, Maureen O'Hara, Grace Kelly, Judy Garland, Meryl Streep). Bosley Croeger, a critic, even critiques Rita Hayworth in Gilda as five and a dime in playing her worldly and street-wise characters.

Devi even lives up to the iconic image of the Femme Fatale's aesthetic: having long wavy hair that bounces and matches her lively nature, her shapely legs that get plenty of focus in Devi's costumes, her quotable "snatched waist, slim thicc queen" figure, quick wit and intellect, and inclination to take risks. As with Madame X, Devi deviates in a major way from the image of the FF, as she is South Asian while the other two female archetypes have been traditionally depicted by white and white-passing women. Devi's image in the scene is a double-edged sword: is it empowering to South Asian girls and WOC and AFABs or is it exploitative as Maitreyi is a young adult and WOC have been historically sexualized? Can girl just express her sexuality because she is feeling herself?

The Femme Fatale is also depicted as being manipulative and intelligent, enough to lead some poor shlubs to their ruin; this is called back to Devi saying "I am so much better at school than you" in the dream and managing to take Ben's shirt off without him noticing her doing so. But as discussed in u/Professionalish00 brilliant post, Devi is a Hot Mess and this new archetype is somewhat of a victory and evolution from the Femme Fatale, who sighs with relief that complex and sexual women aren't pathologized like she was. Now we can see her own vulnerabilities and see she's just a woman, trying to survive.

Elizabeth Taylor: To quote Tom and Lorenzo, the late cinematic icon and AIDs activist Liz Taylor was a strong woman who had a rich yet messy life, "but she was never the victim that Marilyn [Monroe] was. She took charge of her life and owned her mistakes, but never stopped pursuing the perfect love, demonstrating a sexual aggression that few women of the period would have been comfortable showing". Also as noted by M.E. Lord in The Accidental Feminist, Elizabeth Taylor was a funny gal with a great appetite for living and like Devi, was something of a man eater (Debbie Reynolds noted that Liz stayed friends with many of her exes) and the opposite of a doormat (except in the film Ash Wednesday and Season 2 after Paxton's accident, which was the point). Like Liz's character Martha in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, Devi possesses an aggression that is still looked down on in women but otherwise tolerated in men (see my notes on McEnroe), encourages Paxton and Kamala to buck the system a la Leslie Benedict in Giant, dealt with having her physical and mental health used as a cudgel against her  like Cathy in Suddenly, Last Summer (minus the threat of a big ass ice pick), I would even argue that Liz playing Gloria in Butterfield 8 struck a blow for young women expressing their sexuality (I also love the image in my head of Gloria teaching Devi how to better utilize her hot headedness, especially with lipstick and stilettos) and Devi deep down encourages the best for her loved ones, a passion I saw with Liz Taylor's activism.

Put the blame on Devi...oops Mame: Alas the night ended with Ben showing up high as a kite at Devi's house, driven by his love and lust for Devi, only to ruin her grandmother's cake and implode Devi and Margot (another complex and charismatic woman) efforts to get their parents together. A misogynist would blame Devi for it, in case you think I am off my rocker, watch Shiny, Happy People on Prime or Fundie Fridays on the Duggars and IBLP, remember what Helen of Troy was blamed for or listen to several episodes of You're Wrong About. I would have liked to see Ben really apologize for the UN and all the other shit, but perhaps getting locked listening to Paris Paloma's "Labour" would help (ooof my cramps right now, dang medical science for not finding a way to diagnose menstrual pain without surgery).

So please read this and give me your thoughts, or I'll cry lol.

#costume design #costume analysis #never have i ever #devi vishwakumar #ben gross #sexuality #female archetypes #femme fatale #madame x #women of color #iconic women #deep dive #benvi #feminist reading #misogyny #male gaze #female sexuality #hot mess #women in media #poc in media

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TMNT Next Gen chapter 3

   Back in the lair, all the kids are just hanging out, bored out of their minds.

     "Ughhhhh! They have been gone forever!" Mei groaned as she swung on the tire swing.

     "I hope nothing bad happened," Kiba said, holding the punching bag dummy as Irrilia went ham on it.

     "Ya! We’d be stuck down here not able to help!" She yelled while slamming her fists into the dummy’s chest.

     "I mean, they did say to wait until 11 to assume anything is up," Dakota said, tugging at one of his gloves.

     "Uhh, well maybe they're just bringing back more food, and everything’s all just a false alarm," Kohanna said, overly hopeful.

     Iris rolled her eyes at the redhead’s positivity as Ash just looked in disgust.

     "Hey, Cody! Finished with your math yet?!" Dakota yelled towards the kitchen.

     "Almost! Kohanna showed me how to do it, but it still might take a while!" Cody yelled back.

     Kohanna and Iris just shook their heads in disappointment when suddenly, vine and Mona ran through the room towards the door.

     "Whoah, wait! What's wrong, i-is everything ok?" Kiba asked, startled by their sudden appearance.

     "The others should be arriving any minute now. With both Mondo, and Rockwell in critical condition." Mona said at the lair entrance.

     "What!?" Irillia yelled, immediately holding back her punches.

     "Yeah, apparently, their base had been raided and destroyed!" Vine said urgently, looking at his phone.

     "Wait! How? They have both Slash and leatherhead! Who the heck can get past them?!" Dakota yelled as Cody, along with Mikey and Casey, ran into the room.

     They heard the shuffle of feet outside, running towards the lair.

   "Only something really bad," Iris answered as their parents rushed through the lair entrance with both mondo and Rockwell in hand.

     "Quickly to my lab!" Donnie yelled as they sprinted through the living area.

     The kids quickly got up and rushed behind them to the lab and saw an unconscious mondo and Rockwell get placed on the examining table. Angel and Donnie quickly got to work observing their physical states.

     "Their techniques have gotten stronger," Angel said as she examined the oozing green wounds on the mutant's bodies.

     She took out a glowing green dart and placed it on a metal tray.

     "Any signs of severe physical trauma?" Donnie asked rushing to get his supplies.

     "No, but something is definitely wrong. I'll take a blood test, maybe we will see what has changed." Angel said getting extra supplies out.

     Raph, Karai, and Leo rushed into the room.

     "I can't believe these idiots are still out there! I thought we took them down!" Raph yelled standing next to Leo.

     "Yeah, what if they go after us again? I mean they clearly have some form of insight on where the city's mutants are hiding." Leo said concerned.

     "And how exactly would they learn that Leonardo?" Karai asked.

     The kids stood at the door not able to comprehend what they were hearing.

     "What?" Kiba hissed eyes wide.

     "Hold on a second! You mean those idiots who kidnapped us as babies are still alive!" Irillia yelled barging into the room.

     "Look we're just as confused as you are." April said trying to control her nerves.

     Everyone looked at each other in fear.

     If April couldn't tell what has happened, then something is definitely up.

     "Oh no." Donnie said from the microscope he was using.

     "What is it?" Karai said walking up next to Angel who was now stitching up their mutant friend's wounds.

     "They enhanced the Antigen. The mutagen in their body has become unstable to the point it's attacking their own bodies." Donnie said turning towards the group.

     "Well, can you reverse it? I mean we've dealt with things like this before." Vine said.

     "Yeah but not to this scale. Even the slightest wrong move could turn them into who knows what." Donnie added.

     "Well, there has to be something Donnie. Before we know it this could be used against every mutant in the city including us." Leo said starting to get angry.

     "Look we're trying our best with what we know! I might be able to counteract it if I use and edit the serum. That way it could in the end reverse itself, but that will take time." Donnie said anxiously scratching at the back of his neck.

     The room fell into silence as a state of fear fell on the family.

     "What are we gonna do?" Kohanna whispered to iris.

     Iris looked at her mother and Donnie who were currently trying to save their close friends.

     "I have no idea."

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     Everyone was ordered out of the lab so Donnie and Angel could work, but the tensions kept building. April looked faint, gripping at her arms as Mikey and Casey tried to comfort her.

     “Calm down, red. Everything is gonna be fine; don and Angel got this handled.” Casey said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

     April's grip at her arms tightened before staring at the teens who were looking away from the situation.

     "Yeah, everything will turn out all right. There is no need to stress yourself." Mikey added with his usual goofy smile.

     Leo crossed his arms, facing away from the group. He stared down at the floor, gritting his teeth working his hand up to a faded scar that rested at the side of his face.

    How did we come back to this?

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14 years earlier

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     "Irrilia! Eat your food!" Raph yelled from the kitchen, trying to get the baby turtle salamandrian to take the spoon into her mouth.

     Irrilia wailed in response, slinging the food in his face.

     Raph growled, wiping his face as Mikey and Casey began to laugh.

     "Shut up, you morons. Don't you have your own kids to be watching!?" Raph raged as applesauce stained his mask.

     Dakota and Cody toddled next to Mikey.

     "Speaking of the devil." Casey said, reaching down to ruff up his twin son's hair.

     The twins began to wander the room as Irillia continued to make a mess of her breakfast from a couple of hours ago.

     Casey released a yawn checking his phone.

     Cody reached for the oven handle with curiosity as Dakota opened a cabinet. Casey's eyes went wide.

     "Whoah, whoah, whoah! Don't do that!" Casey screeched quickly, grabbing for his kids and closing all the safety hazards they had managed to open. "What happened to all the child safety locks?"

     "Irrilia chewed them off." Raph groaned.

     "Donnie's supposed to be making some new ones soon. Ones that hopefully will be immune to alien spit." Mikey added using a rag to tie some of the cabinets closed.

     "Yikes." Casey wheezed, gripping his son's hands.

     "Could you guys keep it down?"

     The residents of the room turned toward the source of the sound.

     "Kohanna is trying to nap, and me and Donnie can only drink so much coffee." April stood in the kitchen doorway with heavy bags under her eyes.

     "It would definitely be quieter if these two stopped laughing and supporting Irillias temper tantrums." Raph spooned more of the food mush and urged it to his daughter.

     Casey gagged. "Whatever bro. Imma go get some real food. Watch Cody and Dakota while I'm out, and make sure they don't get into anything." Casey said, walking to the door.

     "What!? Don’t just leave your kids for us to deal with!" Raph yelled, causing Irillia to cry again.

     "Stop, stop your scaring her." Mikey said, cooing at the tiny green infant.

     "Like you haven't scared your two runts just by looking at them."

     "They're only like a month-old dude! And they're still getting over their time travel jetlag.' Mikey objected pointing a finger at him.

     Raph growled as Mikey glared at him. April did not have the energy to deal with this.

     "would you two please"-The sound of A cry pulsated through the room along with the grumbling of a sleep-deprived Donnie.

     April groaned, glaring at Raph and Mikey before leaving the room.

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     In the living room, Leo sat there with Kiba sitting up in his lap as the noise from the TV echoed in the room. The qubits were playing, and Kiba appeared to be enjoying it.

     "Leo, do you have any spare pacifiers?" Donnie entered the room, rubbing his eyes.

     "I think Karai had some that were washed in the kitchen." Leo turned his head to his brother gesturing to the kitchen.

     Kiba stared at the screen as a white pig in a dress was stuffed in a bag. Leo remained confused as Kiba giggled in the background when a frog ran after what appeared to be a kidnapper.

     Leo looked down at his daughter with a questioning look as more of the show's villainous actions made her laugh. Or maybe it was the bad guy getting beat up. He honestly couldn't tell.

     Kiba looked up at him joyfully, holding her flower blanket, making him smile.

     "Hey, Leo, mind if we join you?" Mikey asked as Cody sat next to them, poorly bouncing a rubber ball on the floor.

     "Fine with me, just make sure they don't change"-The screen flickered into static as Dakota curiously pushed and turned the buttons and knobs of the television.

     "Oh no." Kiba began to whimper before her eyes turned snake-like, and fangs popped out of her mouth.

     "MIKEY! FIX THE TV!" Leo's eyes were wide as Kiba began to hiss and wail.

     Mikey yelped, grabbing Dakota and rushing to fiddle with the switches and buttons. Kiba cried louder, with Raph running into the room and Irrilia screaming in her highchair.

     "Will you guys shut it already?!" Raph yelled, face covered in baby food.

     Mikey started moving more urgently, with the speaker starting to screech making the infants in the room scream.

     "Mikey!" Both Leo and Raph yelled as Donnie hurried into the room.

     "I'm trying, ok!?" Mikey cried before the Screen went black.

     The brothers blanked out in confusion before noticing Angel holding a cord in her hand as she stood behind the vintage VCR set up with another infant in her arms.

     The room went silent as the crying began to cease.

     "Thanks, Angel," Mikey said before flopping on his back.

     Angel sighed, entering the main area.

     "Finally." Raph rubbed his ears and went back to the kitchen.

     "So I see that you guys have been holding up well with mona and Karai on patrol." She sat down at the bench.

     Leo and Mikey just looked at her, with both of them having shallow and lined faces from lack of sleep.

     She faintly laughed as Dakota and Cody walked over and looked at the blanket-wrapped baby in her arms. Iris was fast asleep.

Chapter 4

#tmnt 2012 #leorai #ramona #apritello #original character #tmnt next gen #tmnt fanfiction

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Rpg Anon: So yeah I said I'd like to make some changes to the Hajime's Shiva Persona design thoughts I said. First things first, I based my thoughts on Shiva from actual Hindu depictions, Smite, Record of Ragnarok, and SMTV/Persona. Now for some new ideas plus some changes:

First of all, I changed my mind slightly on the two floating mechanical arms. They'll still be mechanical somewhat, but I want them basically attached to his back now. Kinda like he's got a cybernetic backpack with arms that serve as his upper extra pair. Take a look at this image below (I got it from Smite itself; do i still need to credit it?)

This is Smite Shiva concept art. You see how his two upper arms come from behind him and behind his other arms specifically? That's kinda what I think would be better now. Except again, mechanical appendages. Basically he's truly got the normal two arms human anatomy but he's bringing cybernetic enhancements (doesn't necessarily mean it has to be fused into his skin and body tho). I don't want his upper mech arms to be overly giant tho. I prefer the same size as his real arms.

Now I can get into the smaller but finer details. First, I don't intend on him being full mechanical. I kinda intend a Shiva Persona to still be the classic and traditional design (refer to SMT/Persona design and definitely again to the Smite design; theyre downright correct and accurate to what Shiva looks like). In other words, he'd definitely be more flesh than cybernetic. So yes, he'd still have the basically shirtless muscular warrior look with the tiger pelt/loincloth, the snake around his neck (mod, you can modify this part so it matches up with the Hajime themes and mecha themes if you want, however you want. Just makes sure it's still wrapped around his neck), and etc. That said, I wouldn't mind him wearing awesome metal/cybernetic gauntlets on all four arms.

Side note: Definitely blue skin. This Shiva Persona design for Hajime has to have it no matter what cuz it's goddamn Shiva.

Next, he has Izuru hair. Gotta cram in some Hajime stuff and you can kinda believe Shiva would have such long hair if he untied it.

Next, he has a face mask similar to Izanagi's. Also, he's got the green and red eye color Hajime's got. Straight up fanservice here.

Next, his third eye is going to be one hell of a sci-fi fantasy shit. You ever seen Raiden from Metal Gear Revengeance? You seen how he has that black face mask? Yep, I want this Shiva to have something similar where some mechanical pieces from the side come to together to form the traditional Shiva Third Eye design over his face. And then yes, the design then glows and shoots motherfucking flaming laser beams of death. Look up pictures online of Shiva killing Kama; you'll see what it looks like.

Now for some slight animation changes. For any physical move, I don't want him to still be in his idle/summoned pose of him meditating and levitating when doing it anymore. So now, he starts out the meditating and levitating pose but leaves out of it when doing the lunging stab or slash. The jojo style rapid fire punching is the same with him leaving the pose to do his thing. He only stays in the stance when doing his offensive or support magic spells. The Tandava unique skill is the only exception cuz I need him to start dancing.

(Omfg I just realize I have literally recreated Mecha Shiva. Kill me now.)

I probably forgot some other changes I wanted to say but i think I'm good for now. So yes, these are some details to Hajime's Shiva Persona in my vision. What do you think?

//Cool.

//Like, that's literally all I have to say. That's a cool idea.

//Also, this might be the most obnoxiously long ask anyone has ever sent on this blog, lol.

-Mod

#mod

[nixalegos]

What is their preferred mode of transportation?

The starting whines of the engine core sounded like a banshee's wail. To compare it to a regular vehicle was folly. Regular machines did not know how to hate. This one seemed to RUN on it. That wail grew deeper in pitch within moments, the various exhausts pouring heat and fel flame as piston limbs and internal turbines spun faster and faster. The hellscrawled workings starting to glow that sickly eldritch green color from the increased friction of metal on metal, or perhaps from its increasing malevolence and its own irrepressible desire to destroy. Its one mechanical claw would have served as a breaching tool under the best of circumstances, able to simply tear almost any offending barrier down, or perhaps to claw and rake upon inferior constructs in crude melee. Its cannon arm was a salvaged, repurposed, and retrofitted Legion built anti aircraft artillery. A true Fel-cannon that had been later upgraded beyond what the Iron Horde madmen, or Legion tech-savants had ever intended for their Dark Corsair class mechs. Galvanic Oscillators and Chain Ignitercoils ripped from Mechagon and out of Titan Keeper Constructs had been fused with the original design to supplement and enhance power distribution, heating, and swiftness. A juggernaut that could turn on a copper coin even at top speeds. It was an ever approaching technological apotheosis of the worst variety. A machine whos appearances herald nightmarish catastrophe. A siege of one. An annihilator. "THIS, Is my favorite way to get around." The warlock said with a grin as its blast shield came down.

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