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dcxdpdabbles · 6 months

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I love every fic That has Danny still being Phantom even while in the DC universe but sometimes I just want my little guy to flex his intellect and be all around little mad scientist that only sometimes uses his powers to pick up a screwdriver

Danny is smart.

He knows he is brilliant.

He may have been outshined by his family when he was younger, but that was because his focus was on something else, and frankly, being born last into a family of geniuses made one feel like one wasn't as intelligent as them.

He constantly compared himself to them, knowing that they had already achieved what he was doing and falling further and further behind in his self-wellow.

Then Danny left Amity Park and went into the real world.....he found his intelligence got him far. Danny was exceptionally brilliant when he was working on machinery, chemistry, and, above all else, engineering.

Maybe it had something to do with watching his parents repurpose any household item into a completely new technology that affected beings from different dimensions simply because they used math.

Or maybe it was that his brain was always moving, always connecting, and constantly processing. Danny didn't realize that people couldn't just make whatever idea came into their heads a reality.

Hell, his dad heard about Mr. Freeze's ray and he made a copy in two months. Danny made Mr. Freeze's ray in two weeks. He made other ghost tech in that same amount or enough to arm his schoolmates in one afternoon.

The point is that Danny is good at what he does. Put a screwdriver in huis hand, and he be off until whatever hair brain idea he had a physical form.

Everyone in Amity Park knew this as a fact about the Fentons/ Since they moved in, there was nothing but experiments one right after the other. Sure, they wasted it on things like Ecto-studies, but his parents made their money from somewhere before the world learned about ghosts.

Danny's parents had many, and he means many, patents. Everything from a brand of microwaves to vehicle parts.

His parents created them, sold them to partial rights to companies, and then wasted whatever money they got on some new experiment for a ghost that had not yielded any fortunes.

He thought he could do the same. Just apply to anywhere that would take him after creating a portable phone changer on one's wrist. He figured it would have gotten less attention than he did hadn't he just shown up at Wayne Expo as an unknown inventor through his parents contacts.

Danny had felt relatively small with his foldable plastic table and his four cardboard boxes of his invention while everyone had booths and screens, and a few even had prominent speakers with people in suits that cost more than his house

. Danny felt like a little kid trying to sell lemonade in the five-star hotel lobby. Everyone walked right by him without a glance, or they jeered and mocked him.

That was until Bruce Wayne wandered over. Kind and charming the man, maybe he wasn't the brightest- but he stood there listening to Danny excitedly explain how moving the hand on the bracelet caused it to charge, so walking around with it was all the kinetic energy it needed.

His ward- Dick Grayson, in all his tiny ten-year-old authority, had purchased a bracelet from Danny. It had been the only sale he made that night, but it was the only one he needed. Bruce had called him to offer him a position at WE.

Like his parents, Danny enjoyed his freedom, so instead, he offered to be a freelance inventor. He would show the Wayne's first dibs but go where the wind took him. He made them if he found buyers who weren't trying to ice him out of profits.

Unlike his parents, he didn't waste the funds past his travels. Slowly but surely building up a fortune over time.

Danny still went out as Phantom, but over the years he invented random gadgets and chemicals that he would ship to Bruce for a healthy paycheck. Ussually he makes something that the rich man off-handedly comments on.

"Oh Danny, I just loved skydiving, but I'm scared Dick's parachute will get stuck."

Danny invented one with small rocket blasters Bruce could manually control into landing for his son.

"I always enjoy undersea diving. The tanks are a killer on my back. Jason was almost weighted down by them too."

Danny created a breathing mask that had the tanks in smaller easier-to-carry cylinders.

"Tim really loves his computers. Wish I could take the whole thing with me when I go out!"

Danny had a working computer on a heliographic wristwatch the next month.

It was awesome. Danny traveled a lot but always found time to call and speak with Bruce. He got to know the man well over the years, found himself chatting with him for hours, and even spent his visits to Gotham at Wayne Manor as a guest.

Bruce's kids were a riot to be around. He would often go away for a while only to return and find that they had grown in numbers. He loved them like his own and found himself a confidant among the children.

It was he that Dick called to whispers about his insecurity within Bruce's home. He would go to all the gymnastics and mathletes shows he could catch, cheering the loudest among the rich parents as Dick outshone the rest of the children.

Danny had practically flown home to rip Bruce a new one until the man admitted to his gapping son that he had applied to be his father mere months after taking him in.

It was Danny that Jason spoke to when Dick and Bruce's fights were too loud. He would take the boy on trips, and talk for hours about books to calm down, then he had sat Bruce and Dick down to rip another new one.

It was no surprise that Jason had called him when he had tried to run away to confront his birth mother. He had been there to see the bitch arrested before she could hurt Jason.

It was Danny that Tim often sought out to showcase his photos. He always made sure to call the boy right before he was meant to sleep, regardless of which part of the world Danny was on, to wish him goodnight and talk about their days.

Tim always brightened whenever Danny caught his skateboard competitions or club performances. He was the one who found out Tim's biological parents neglected him after the boy told him, and he was the one to help Bruce win custody.

Then came Damian, who was as scared as he was angry. Danny adored him and saw so many ghost-like mannerisms in him that connecting to the boy wasn't hard at all.

Bruce didn't seem to understand that his son was used to outlined expectations and grew irritable when he felt he failed them. He was the one that help Damian get used to his environment and was the one the boy was much more willing to try new things with.

Steph and Danny often got along well with their sense of humor, but mostly she followed him around, seeking approval that likely missed out from her parents. They would sit down and talk about her future and what she wanted in life, and he even let her practice her makeup on him and giggle about boys.

Sometimes, it felt like she didn't have to be the tough girl from the rough part of town. She could be a teenage girl without a care in the world. At least, that's what she claimed Danny made her feel like.

Cass didn't talk much, but she didn't have to for Danny to not see how much she enjoyed their days out, too.

He loved taking her to see the arts, to sit and listen to music together, and most of all, to see her slowly bloom into a sociable young lady so different from the closed-off girl that first arrived at Wayne Manor.

Duke was still relatively new, but Danny could spot the wild, unhinged look in his eye that would have made him a proper Fenton. The two often spent their time playing video games and working in the community together.

Duke seemed to enjoy when Danny invited him to tag along on short trips, especially when the two would go camping. As someone who grew up in the city, he had never been fishing until Danny taught him how to reel in a big one at a lake a state over. The whole Wayne family had cheered the dark skin boy on as he held the trout over his head for the photo.

Alfred treated him like one of the family sometimes meeting up with Danny on his travels for a cup of tea or a nice phone call to gossip about Bruce.

Danny loved it but adored when the Waynes would help with his inventions. Even if all they did was sit in his makeshift lab inside his RV or the west wing of Wayne Manor like Bruce did, having them made his hands fly faster and his calculations sharper.

Sometimes, he caught the strangest, softest look on Bruce's face when Danny would be wielding.

Danny was so used to this lifestyle that he would forget about his ghost powers. It's not like he really needed them.

That came to head when he returned to Gotham on a whim, wanting to surprise Bruce for his birthday by taking the other man out to dinner somewhere fancy he happened to stumble across the scene of Scarecrow holding the Waynes- his Waynes- as hostages at an award ceremony in the new mental hospital they had funded.

Danny hadn't thought.

He saw the Fear Gas vents open and pulled one of his gadgets. He threw it as hard as he could at Scarecrow, watching with satisfaction as it bounced off the manic's head- knocking him out and spinning in place as it activated.

It was a miniature vacuum- meant to gather pollution in the air to hopefully clean up their planet- sucking in all the green smoke before it could harm.

He three out of the other five at the goons that had tried to gas the spectators before, pressing his anti-gravity plates- reversing them to slam the goons into a heap and officially knocking them out.

Danny took down the Rouge in under a minute.

"Bruce! Kids! Are you alright?" He cried rushing the stage to the stunned family. He helped them out of their bonds, gentelly tracing the bruise on Bruce's face with a soft whine. "They hurt you."

"I'm alright, darling," Bruce muttered, leaning into his palm. "I'm better with you here. What was that?"

"Oh just a-"

"Look out!" Dick suddenly screams as a flash of ice comes from nowhere. Danny tucks Bruce onto his chest and rolls away from the ray's pathway. They land with his friend on his back and Danny leaning over him in a protective hunch.

Quickly, he stops his foot against the ice, pressing the heel back and watching bursts of electricity from his built-in tazer race up the ice to the beam of Dr. Freeze.

The man doesn't have time to react before spamming and hitting the ground. Danny scoffs. "Using a ray with a cryogenic laser beam so last season. Invent something new, you one act poney."

Bruce stares up at him with those soft eyes again, and Danny smiles now that he is sure the Danger is gone.

"Is there nothing that mind of yours can't do?" Bruce asks and Danny laughs helping him to his feet as police swarm the place.

"Find me a date, maybe." Danny jokes, "I haven't had one since you took in Dick.""

"Neither has Father!" Damian shouts from behind them. Danny bemussingly watches the young boy march up to gesture at the mortified-looking man.

Despite his father's obvious embarrassment, Damian does not seem bothered to shout for everyone to hear. "He may swing both ways but hasn't acquired a suitable spouse. What says you, Danny? You could assist in correcting this error."

"Sure, I'll take him out." Danny laughs, patting the boy on his shoulder, knowing he hates to have his hair touched. Damian all but melts into his hand like his father seemingly smug. "I know a great club to meet some great people in Metropolis!"

Damian's smug look fades away as Bruce's eyes fall. "I meant for you to be Father's sp-"

"Danny, would you mind explaining those tazer shoes?" Bruce cuts in, throwing a arm over the inventor's shoulder. "They were dazzling!"

"Oh, Bruce, I'm always happy to explain my creations!"

Damian pouts as the two walk away, acting like a married couple to the scattered spectators. If only his Father would just man up and tell Danny that he's practically been his second Father all these years, they need to officiate it.

Tim sighs, placing a hand like Danny did on his shoulder. "It's okay, Dami. This time, we will surely succeed in the Parent Trap plan. Maybe before Danny gets lost in the lab trying to invent a way to warp travel."

"Don't even joke, Tim," Jason says. "Danny would figure that out. He created the Zeta Beams to make it to my senior play. He'll figure out warping if we ask him to."

"Dad's the best," Steph laughs, and they all agree, determined more than ever to make Parent Trap happen.

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mostlysignssomeportents · 3 months

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Kickstarting “The Bezzle” audiobook, sequel to Red Team Blues

I'm heading to Berlin! On January 29, I'll be delivering Transmediale's Marshall McLuhan Lecture, and on January 30, I'll be at Otherland Books (tickets are limited! They'll have exclusive early access to the English edition of The Bezzle and the German edition of Red Team Blues!).

I'm kickstarting the audiobook for The Bezzle, the sequel to last year's Red Team Blues, featuring Marty Hench, a hard-charging, two-fisted forensic accountant who spent 40 years in Silicon Valley, busting every finance scam hatched by tech bros' feverish imaginations:

http://thebezzle.org

Marty Hench is a great character to write. His career in high-tech scambusting starts in the early 1980s with the first PCs and stretches all the way to the cryptocurrency era, the most target-rich environment for scamhunting tech has ever seen. Hench is the Zelig of tech scams, and I'm having so much fun using him to probe the seamy underbelly of the tech economy.

Enter The Bezzle, which will be published by Tor Books and Head of Zeus on Feb 20: this adventure finds Marty in the company of Scott Warms, one of the many bright technologists whose great startup was bought and destroyed by Yahoo! (yes, they really used that asinine exclamation mark). Scott is shackled to the Punctuation Factory by golden handcuffs, and he's determined to get fired without cause, so he can collect his shares and move onto the next thing.

That's how Scott and Marty find themselves on Catalina island, the redoubt of the Wrigley family, where bison roam the hills, yachts bob in the habor and fast food is banned. Scott invites Marty on a series of luxury vacations on Catalina, which end abruptly when they discover – and implode – a hamburger-related Ponzi scheme run by a real-estate millionaire who is destroying the personal finances of the Island's working-class townies out of sheer sadism.

Scott's victory is bittersweet: sure, he blew up the Ponzi scheme, but he's also made powerful enemies – the kinds of enemies who can pull strings with the notoriously corrupt LA County Sheriff's Deputies who are the only law on Catalina, and after taking a pair of felony plea deals, Scott gets the message and never visits Catalina Island again.

That could have been the end of it, but California's three-strikes law – since rescinded – means that when Scott picks up one more felony conviction for some drugs discovered during a traffic stop, he's facing life in prison.

That's where The Bezzle really gets into gear.

At its core, The Bezzle is a novel about the "shitty technology adoption curve": the idea that our worst technological schemes are sanded smooth on the bodies of prisoners, mental patients, kids and refugees before they work their way up the privilege gradient and are inflicted on all of us:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/12/algorithmic-wage-discrimination/#fishers-of-men

America's prisons are vicious, brutal places, and technology has only made them worse. When Scott's prison swaps out in-person visits, the prison library, and phone calls for a "free" tablet that offers all these services as janky apps that cost ten times more than they would on the outside, the cruelty finds a business model.

Working inside and outside the prison Marty Hench and Scott Warms figure out the full nature of the scam that the captive audience of prisoners are involuntary beta-testers for, and they discover a sprawling web of real-estate fraud, tech scams, and offshore finance that is extracting fortunes from the hides of America's prisoners and their families. The criminals who run that kind of enterprise aren't shy about fighting for what they've got, and they're more than happy to cut some of LA County's notorious deputy gangs in for a cut in exchange for providing some kinetic support for the project.

The Bezzle is exactly the kind of book I was hoping I'd get to write when I kicked off the Hench series – one that decodes the scam economy, from music royalties to prison videoconferencing, real estate investment trusts to Big Four accounting firm bogus audits. It's both a fast-moving, two-fisted crime novel and a masterclass on how the rich and powerful get away with both literal and figurative murder.

It's getting a big push from both my publishers and I'll be touring western Canada and the US with it. The early reviews are spectacular. But despite all of this, I had to make my own audiobook for it, which I'm pre-selling on Kickstarter:

http://thebezzle.org

Why? Because Audible – Amazon's monopoly gatekeeper to the audiobook world, with more than 90% of the market – refuses to carry my work.

Audible uses Digital Rights Management to lock every audiobook they sell to their platform. Legally, only an Audible-authorized app can decrypt and play the audiobooks they sell you. Distributing a tool that removes Audible DRM is a felony under Section 1201 of the 1998 DMCA.

That means that if you break up with Audible – delete your Audible apps – you will lose your entire audiobook library. And the fact that you're Audible's hostage makes the writers you love into their hostages, too. Writers understand that if they leave the Audible platform, their audience will have to choose between following them, or losing all their audiobooks.

That's how Audible gets away with abusing its performers and writers, up to and including the $100m Audiblegate wage-theft scandal:

https://www.audiblegate.com/

Audible can steal $100m from its writers…and the writers still continue to sell on the platform, because leaving will cost them their audience.

This is canonical enshittification: lock in users, then screw suppliers. Lots of companies abuse DRM to do this, but none can hold a candle to Amazon, who understand that the DMCA is a copyright law that protects corporations at the expense of creators.

Under DMCA 1201 commercial distribution of a "circumvention device" carries a five-year prison sentence and a $500,000 fine. That means that if I write a book, pay to have it recorded, and then sell it to you through Audible, I am criminally prohibited from giving you the tool to take it from Audible to another platform. Even though I hold the copyright to that work, I would face a harsher sentence than you would if you simply pirated the audiobook from some darknet site. Not only that: if you shoplifted the audiobook in CD form, you'd get a lighter sentence than I, the copyright holder, would receive for giving you a tool to unlock it from Amazon's platform! Hell, if you hijacked the truck that delivered the CD, you'd get off lighter than I would. This is a scam straight out of a Marty Hench novel.

This is batshit. I won't allow it. My books are licensed on the condition that they must not be sold with DRM. Which means that Audible won't sell my books, which means that my publishers are thoroughly disinterested in paying thousands of dollars to produce audiobooks of my titles. A book that isn't sold in the one store than accounts for 90% of all sales is unlikely to do well.

That's where you come in. Since 2020, I've used Kickstarter to pre-sell five of my audiobooks (I wrote nine books during lockdown!). All told, I've raised over $750,000 (gross! but still!) on these crowdfunders. More than 20,000 backers have pitched in! The last two of these books – The Internet Con and The Lost Cause – were national bestsellers.

This isn't just a way for me to pay off a lot of bills and put away something for retirement – it's proof that readers care about supporting writers and don't want to be locked in by a giant monopolist that depends on its drivers pissing in bottles to make quota.

It's a powerful message about the desire for something better than Amazon. It's part of the current that is driving the FTC to haul Amazon into court for being a monopolist, and also part of the inspiration for other authors to try treating Amazon as damage and routing around it, with spectacular results:

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/dragonsteel/surprise-four-secret-novels-by-brandon-sanderson

And I'm doing it again. Last December, I went into Skyboat Media's studios where Gabrielle De Cuir directed @wilwheaton, who reprised his role as Marty Hench for the audiobook of The Bezzle. It came out amazing:

https://archive.org/details/bezzle-sample

Now I'm pre-selling this audiobook, as well as the ebook and hardcover for The Bezzle. I'm also offering bundles with the ebook and audiobook for Red Team Blues (naturally these are all DRM-free). You can get your books signed and personalized and shipped anywhere in the world, courtesy of Book Soup, and I've partnered with Libro.fm to deliver DRM-free audiobooks with an app for people who don't want to mess around with sideloading.

I've also got some spendy options for high rollers. There's three chances to name a character in the next Hench novel (Picks and Shovels, Feb 2025). There's also five chances to commission a Hench short story about your favorite tech scam, and get credited when the story is published.

The Kickstarter runs for the next three weeks, which should give me time to get the hardcopy books signed and shipped to arrive around the on-sale date. What's more, I've finally worked out all the post-Brexit kinks with shipping my UK publisher's books to EU backers. I'm working with Otherland Books to fulfill those EU orders, and it looks like I'm going to be able to sign a giant stack of those when I'm in Berlin later this month to give the annual Marshall McLuhan lecture at the Canadian embassy:

https://transmediale.de/en/2024/event/mcluhan-2024

Red Team Blues and its sequels are some of the most fun – and informative – work I've done in my quarter-century career. I love how they blend technical explanations of the scam economy with high-intensity technothrillers. That's the the same mix as my bestselling YA series Little Brother series – but these are firmly adult novels.

The Bezzle came out great. I hope you'll give it a try – and that you'll come out to see me in late February when I hit the road with the book! Here's that Kickstarter link again:

http://thebezzle.org

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/10/the-bezzle/#marty-hench

#pluralistic #kickstarter #audible #the bezzle #bezzles #prison tech #disciplinary technology #crowdfunding #wilw #wil wheaton #audiobooks #publishing #science fiction #marty hench #martin hench #red team blues #shitty technology adoption curve #reits

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frostgears · 8 months

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the chosen one

there are handlers that went to officer school and supposedly know what the fuck they're doing, all swagger with the authority of the Service behind them, uniforms like slices of space, voices like knives, their lethal charges trailing docile behind them.

they're the ones that show up in the porn sketches and the short clips of grainy video that circulate in the Fleet network. they're the ones that have pages and pages of fan fiction written about them.

then there's you. you didn't go to officer school. your entire signup process was this:

"hey, Cooper, you were in its old unit, weren't you? before it went to the lab? remember anything that'd distract it from biting at its own link sockets and screaming at techs?"

"uh, shit, sir, i can try…"

"great, it wandered into the rec room. go nuts."

you called your last conversation to mind. there'd been two major rec time activities in your last squad, and the alert that kicked off Paloma 17 had interrupted something.

you sat down next to the thing that had once been your squadmate, not meeting its weird red eyes. you already knew it didn't like that; looking it in the face was how Muñoz got their arm broken yesterday.

the augment whiffed of human sweat, the fake citrus of type-2 interface gel, something musty and unpleasant. its fatigues probably hadn't been washed ever.

"hey, asshole," you said, "you still owe me a Kinetic Princess match. best of five, remember? we were two and one when the hammer came down for P-17."

you put a gamepad on the floor next to it.

"ch. ch. ch."

was it laughing?

it swatted the gamepad away.

and then player 2's character select screen came up. without moving a muscle, it picked Valkyrie, switched her outfit to red, and handed you your ass, twice in a row, with no apparent exertion.

"ch. ch. ch."

yeah, it was laughing.

it kept laughing as it used its onboard hardware to disconnect your gamepad, choose the princess you'd just been playing, and win three matches against itself, beating Valkyrie with Marjoram.

again.

three-one.

three-zero.

three-one.

"well," someone said behind you, "that's kinda freaky. but better than tearing up the couch. guess you're on augment duty."

it was going all out. maybe trying to prove some sort of point. to itself? to you?

you got up.

it immediately paused the game.

"hey," you told it, "i gotta piss."

it followed you down the hall into the restroom. it tried to follow you into the stall.

"hah, you find a friend, Acey?" someone laughed.

"shut the fuck up, Lima." you tried to finish your business as best you could. it wasn't easy. the thing really did reek and it was not giving you a lot of space.

fuck it. you rose, didn't bother to wipe. you grabbed the augment and hauled it into the shower, spun the dial to hot, drenched the both of you, fatigues and all.

"wooooo! take it off!"

always a fucking audience in this place.

you found the zippers to strip the thing, flung wet clothing out of the shower at a spectator, pumped all-purpose soap into your hands.

"if you're gonna follow me around," you told the augment, "you gotta smell better."

this had to get done. you soaped it. all over. the generic floral smell of all-purpose soap was definitely an improvement already. felt human enough under your hands, except where it wasn't, the occasional beveled edge of a link socket. between its legs… human standard.

more hooting and hollering from the onlookers.

you remembered too late not to meet its eyes, but it just stared back at you, tilting its head a bit. no sign of aggression. was it smiling?

you never got around to the second major rec time activity with your old squadmate. you had no idea if she was ever interested. you also had no idea if sexual preferences survived augmentation.

fuck it. audentes fortuna iuvat, right? said so on your shoulder patch.

you slid a finger in.

shut the audience right up.

the thing kept staring at you.

you slipped a second finger in and stared back right up until you finished it off. it shivered visibly, made a sort of low whine.

nobody said shit after that. when you finally shut off the water, silence like a library.

you walked out. it trailed behind you. you grabbed a towel off the stack by the shower exit, wrapped the thing in it. it didn't protest. wearing nothing but your own towel, you stalked back to your bunk, hoping you still had a few clean uniforms, your expression daring anyone to mention that a single thing was out of the ordinary.

"heyyyyyy Acey, you get lu—"

someone always dared. this fucking unit.

the augment hissed. an unmodified human throat wouldn't have been able to make that noise; it sounded like a fire extinguisher. there was reverb in that hiss. there were teeth.

"oh, gods, just don't," you said wearily, looking back over your shoulder. it let Chroma, who had a tiny bit of sense in her head, back away slowly, in one piece.

anyway, that's how you became a handler. the pay bump is nice, your CO says you've been fast-tracked for officer school someday, and more to the point, the augment has already saved your whole squad at least three times.

but you have not once showered alone since that day, and you know it'd be a really, really bad idea to ever refuse a game of Kinetic Princess. that's just how it is when your real MOS is "weapon's favorite person". □

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sideblogofhell · 9 months

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a lesson in friction

summary: you have the hots for your professor pairing: dane whitman x male reader word count: 1.1k warnings: 18+ warning, frottage, dry humping, professor/student, dni if uncomfy a/n: first entry to the kink challenge have fun!

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“Kinetic friction is a force present when the contact surfaces move with respect to each other,” your physics professor said. His midnight blue sleeves rolled up along his muscular forearms as he pointed at the slideshow. “ It is also known as sliding friction and acts on surfaces sliding past one another.”

Your eyes wander to his slicked black hair and his eyes that look like bottomless pits. The topmost buttons opened revealing some hair on his chest. You crossed your legs from the growing heat in your center, your mind falling into the palms of lust.

The hour went by in a blur, you listened to his voice steadfast, taking down notes and copying the words on the screen. You couldn’t really focus, his shirt was tight against his toned body, his arms shown definition, his waist small and his ass—

“That’s all for today everyone,” he said, closing his laptop and turning off the screen. “And by the way, I’m staying behind for another thirty minutes if anyone wants some feedback on their papers.”

Everyone leaves except for you, fumbling to get your things tidied up before you speak to him. “Professor Whitman, I’d like to talk to you about my paper.”

“Sure thing, come closer so I can see it.”

You went to the first row seats of the class, he stands inches away from your face, his waist perpendicular to your skull. He takes a finger to your paper, pointing out some errors in your computation. He takes a pencil off the desk and wraps his body around yours.

His left arm pressed against the seat’s backrest and his right arm around you holding the pencil. He circled on the mistakes in your solution and gave a few comments on how you can improve. You could feel his warmth cover you, his musky scent fills your senses and the friction between your bodies elicits a soft moan.

He places his left hand on your shoulder to rub it, “Fantastic work, some minor revisions here and there and you’d get a perfect score,” your cheeks start to heat up from the touch. He leaves your side to put his laptop in his leather messenger bag, wrapping the charging cord around his hands. “How’s the internship going, you’re in that tech apprenticeship, right?” you nod.

As you tried to get up you felt a pain in between your legs, your cock aching hard, straining against your jeans. You quickly sat back down so he wouldn't notice. You heard him snicker under his breath. “Havin’ trouble there?”

Panic rose from your spine, you were caught and this will go badly. He sat on the edge of the large hardwood table in front of you, his arms crossed. “You wouldn’t sit properly throughout class, always moving your legs around like you had your balls stung by an ant.”

“I’m so sorry Mr. Whitman—”

“It’s alright, typical arousal response to stimuli,” his eyes were dead set on yours as he spoke. “May I ask if I’m the stimulus in this situation?”

You nod in shame. You looked down on the desk avoiding his gaze. You heard the table creak, he slowly inched closer. His index finger went to your chin, lifting your face back to his gaze. “What was it then, was it my touch?” he said as he caressed your cheeks. You nod like a dog given a treat. “No need for apologies, I’m simply here to help.”

He gestured for you to stand, you tried to rearrange your hardness so as not to tent. He places his thumb on your lips. He asks for you permission before he presses his own lips to yours. The heat, lifting towards him. You groaned under his breath as his tongue reached for yours.

He spun you around, your ass against the hardwood desk, his hand went to your crotch caressing your erection. You moaned aloud as you felt a wetness form from your tip. He played with you through frictions, your hands gripped onto his muscular arms.

“Go lock the door and come back here,” he ordered.

The silence in the room was broken by the sound of a lock. He takes your hands and presses them on the table, your back arched towards his waist. You could feel his own erection press against your ass as he starts to thrust on your jeans, the friction sending electricity through his skin.

Your own hardness was rubbing against the edge of the table. He started to place kisses all over your nape up to your ear, his hands caressing your torso. The heat emanating from his body was like a drug to you, his scent was addicting and his moans on your ear was borderline erotic.

He starts to unbutton your jeans until your leaking cock was bare against the airconditioned room. He lets his palm out in front of you and spits on it. The sight was so lewd coming from him you started to get dizzy. His wet hands touched the sensitive tip of your cock making you shudder in response. He takes this as a sign to wrap the remaining fingers around the shaft slowly sliding up and down.

Your mouth let out nothing but grunt and groans as he sucked on the skin of your neck, his hands jerking you off while his hips rut against your back. Your head falls back against his shoulder as your hips thrust into his hand. You feel your climax coming, your noises sounded like you were pleading for release. The friction of his hand against the sensitive head broke the dam inside you, you let out a cry as cum shot off into the desk. You hear him moan as well as his thrusts become erratic, you share one last kiss after you ride your highs.

“Sorry about the desk,” you uttered.

“Don’t worry, at least it's not your trousers,” he gestures for the wet patch in his pants.

You laugh. “I should go, thanks I guess?” you said in confusion.

“Anytime,” he laughs as well.

interactions are greatly appreciated btw if u liked this fic and want more send me a prompt and i'd gladly make something from it :>

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carionto · 6 months

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Predator mode

Big Thrasher was not a happy camper after his first encounter with Humanity. There is a certain exponential curve to simple ballistic weapons, whereas shields, which start off way above, progress on a geometric line. E in = E out (mostly, some charge is lost in conversion) vs E=MC^2. He learned that the hard way when three of his toughest cruisers were reduced to space dust by, as he later learned to his horror, a mid-sized transport ship using Human standard issue rail cannons.

Someone smart would move on and avoid Humanity. Big Thrasher isn't a complete idiot, but he is a prideful and narcissistic pirate captain. Thus his ability to make sensible decisions is handicapped severely. Now he has made a most dubious one indeed:

Infiltrate a Human science station and steal all their secrets and use them to get sweet, juicy, delicious revenge!

Finding one was disturbingly easy, there's so many of them. Like, at least one for each star system within eighty light years from Sol, one for each planet within thirty, and then it just gets ridiculous within Sol itself. Oddly enough, despite their size, typically there are no more than ten people aboard, almost all Human, only a few are joint Coalition.

Thinking long and hard (something Big Thrasher is not a fan of) he decided on his target - a lone station on the very outskirts of publicly known Human activity and furthest away from any major Coalition systems.

When his reconstructed fleet arrived behind the local gas giant, the station was sitting in mid orbit of the inner rock planet and was broadcasting something strange on open channels - a melodic chant of sorts:

"..live on a Yellow Submarine! A Yellow Submarine! A Yellow Submari.."

whatever that meant. No matter, Big Thrasher's fleet was moving in on the target, stealth drives on, weapons ready, numbers on their side, element of surprise - the perfect ambush.

...

Where did the station go?

Before Big Thrasher could register neural activity to try and answer that, it appeared. Behind them. And a small explosion happened moments earlier where it used to be, but the main concern was the station firing its stabilizer thrusters to rotate it at incredible speeds, then a long blade slicing one of his ships in two. Then it disappeared again. And another small explosion.

Once more, it suddenly reappeared behind another one of his ships and did the same thing, but this time used its thrusters to quickly move towards the vessel and impale it on a massive spike. Disappear. Small explosion in its place.

Three. Four. Five. They're losing ships by the second. A literal space station sized target and they can't keep track of it, let alone land a single hit. How is it teleporting? What are those explosions?

WHY IS A SPACE STATION ENGAGING HIS PIRATE SPACE SHIP FLEET IN MELEE COMBAT!

WHY WOULD ANYONE THINK TO DO THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE!?!

WHY IS IT WINNING!?!??!

Big Thrasher once again order an emergency retreat, what remained of his fleet scattered to randomly selected quick hyperjump coordinates, and would regroup in a few weeks time.

_______________________

Aboard the experimental development station Tree of Grating Whispers the crew of seven were hastily putting out fires and trying not to throw up from all the gee forces they just endured, kinetic dampeners be damned.

A few hours later, all in their environmental suits, as the life support system was dead, they convened for an after-action report:

"Right, so, good news and bad news. Good news - short range teleporter works perfectly. Bad news - each unit doesn't teleport with us and just explodes, further data has been unrecoverable so far.

Good news - rapid action thruster and kinetic combat mode works. Bad news - can't have biologicals onboard and even moderately durable systems break after a few swings.

Overall, I'd say this has been a success (unanimous nodding). Let's get to working out the kinks and we'll have a presentable version for the military. We'll also have to thank those pirates for not masking their engine heat trails, this was a great field trial guys, real proud of everyone!"

The chief says, while high on painkillers (and so is the rest of the crew), as another part of the station self-immolates.

#humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humans are space australians #humanity fuck yeah #carionto #humor #story #scifi

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Recent MCOC Wishlist Rank STRONG GUY

Guido Carosella (long on our list) absorbs kinetic energy to swell and strengthen, but must expend it quickly or the resulting body distortion and pain becomes permanent. #MCoC #StrongGuy @MarvelChampions

click, search “Strong Guy,” and vote: http://tinyurl.com/mcocwishlist

- Other Gabe

Strong Guy was mentioned by Emma and . . . I desperately want [him] but . . . I do not think [he will come to Marvel Contest of Champions in] 2023

- JayAxe_

#Strong Guy #Kinetic charges #suicide tank #Size XL #X Factor government team #X Factor #Marvel Snap #other games #mcoc class mutant #hero #prediction #pain #recent rank #MCOCW page 6 126-150 #JayAxe_#Marvel Legends #Marvel Legends Build-A-Figure

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‘Bakugo’s Match’ Quick Story and Headcannons

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo X (Male) Reader

Summary: Transferring to UA a little late into the year, you find that you are an exact mirror reflection of Katsuki Bakugo - a boy in class 1A who won’t shut up about it

Warnings: Cursing, sexual themes... kinda? (Not really, but by my standards it counts)

Requested by: @iamthebest1100 (Back in 2023)

Notes: He’s baaaaaack!

Last edited: 14th February 2024

Class 1B was bad enough with just Monoma…

— “We have a new transfer student who will be joining this class,” Vlad King announced as a tall boy trudged into the room, “I expect you give him a warm welcome,”

“I’m (y/n),” the boy announced at the front of the room, “but don’t think that just because I got here late I’m weak, I’ll beat all your asses,”

The entirety of 1B deadpanned. You were just like Bakugo but with less yelling- —

The tension between you and Bakugo was intense

Like, you could ignore Monoma

But from the moment you two met it was instant

Bakugo thought of himself as better because he was in Class 1A

You thought of yourself as better because you were only in 1B due to transferring late

Fights between the two of you were matches of outlasting, you were both powerful and your quirks were similar

His was Explosions, nitroglycerine in his sweat

Yours was Kinetic Blast, the ability to collect kinetic energy and release it around you in high amounts

His explosions would charge your quirk, but your quirk made him sweat more due to the heat it could generate

— “Getting tired yet?” you goaded as he lunged at you with an explosion but missed.

“Ha! As if-” Bakugo yelled back, but you used your quirk to throw him away from you. The face behind his only urged you on more.

He landed a solid hit on your chest in retaliation, but it only made your quirk stronger. You sent that same kinetic energy back at him, the temperature around you both rising.

“Fuck you!” —

The current standing was your 11 wins to Bakugo’s 9

He kept saying that it was because his quirk charges yours more than yours charged his

Really, it was just that you wasted less energy with yelling profanities

Maybe he would finally shut up if his lips were on yous-

Wait what?

Even with exams the two of you would compete

But you were too well matched, often having the exact same scores

It didn’t take long of this routine before friendship attempted to weave through you, against both of your wishes

Once per fortnight the two of you would fight on a Friday, an unspoken agreement

When you won a match, you would lose the next

When he lost a match, he would win the next

Your firey personalities often lead to tension

But you could never truly hate each other

Actually, you both found the other rather attractive…

— The two of you had been put in a team together. Whether this was the teachers’ plan or not, you found yourself glaring at both Eraserhead and Vlad King.

“Bakugo your left!” you yelled as an Ectoplasm clone lunged at him. Without a moments notice, he turned and used his quirk in the clone’s face.

“Fuck that! How many are you on?!” he asked, lunging at another clone. The two of you were competing over who could ‘kill’ the most of Ectoplasm clones during training. Though it was not what the teachers wanted to instil in the two aggressive students, they couldn’t deny that it was a productive tactic.

“36-” you responded, but Bakugo quickly yelled back.

“Ha! 40! Take that you little shit-”

Right as Bakugo was about to hit one clone, another tripped him up from behind, causing him to stumble into you. You didn’t budge and held the boy’s weight, but he had fallen in a way that his body was partially draped across yours.

“What the fuck? Are you trying to seduce me or something?” You asked, using your quirk behind you to knock back any clones while Bakugo got to his feet.

“No?” Bakugo said, offended as he backed away from you quickly. Then he turned back and smirked, “Why, do you think I’m attractive-?”

“Shut the fuck up!” You cut him off, turning away to fight more, “Looking at your face for too long would make anyone lose brain cells,” —

The two of you were actually highly productive together and worked surprisingly well as a team

The flirting however? The came from nowhere

It started a way to get a rise out of Bakugo, but he was better than you thought

He would twist your words with that sexy ass grin and flirt back

But there was something more that neither of you ever spoke about

— “You’re weak.” you said on a whim one night, the two of you alone in a training room.

“The fuck did you just call me?” Bakugo seethed.

“Weak.” you reiterated.

Bakugo tried again, but you cut him off, “I will kill you-!”

“You can have as strong of a quirk as you like, but you’re weak,”

The two of you stood in silence, rage in Bakugo’s eyes but he felt like he needed to listen to what you had to say. Your eyes held something he couldn’t quite place, but rage he could find was only directed at yourself.

“You ever wondered why you’re trying to prove yourself?” you asked, “Expectations, inferiority…”

Bakugo ran it all through his mind. He was always told he would be a great hero. He was always trying to earn respect that he felt he was owed. He was always competing with someone when he felt like he wasn’t good enough.

But then something clicked. You were also like him. You were so much like him that his classmates often joked that you were his clone.

“By that logic so are you!” he found himself yelling defensively. He saw that same defensiveness flash in you.

“Yes, I fucking am!” you yelled, “Why do you think we fight each other?”

Silence settled between the two of you again. You turned and massaged your temples in frustration, but turned back when you heard Bakugo say your name.

“(y/n),”

You came face to face with him, his breath on your lips and your noses practically touching. Before you could protest, his lips were on yours.

It was an angry kiss. Passionate and annoyed, but far more gentle than you expected. Despite your urge to pull back, you only pressed the kiss further. Backing down would be admitting defeat.

His tongue slid across your lip and in retaliation you softly bit at his. Neither of you had backed down yet, and in your muffled thoughts you wondered if the only way to lose would be to run out of breath.

As the kiss deepened further, Bakugo reached to hold you, his hand on your hip and gripping hard. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make you panic. This was actually real. In a split-second reaction, you used your quirk to push him back. He stumbled as he processed what had just happened, now a two-person distance between you.

You had lost. He had taken you off guard and you reacted.

“Fuck you!” you said darkly.

“You better be fucking good at it then,” he said and walked off as if nothing at all had just happened. He said it like a threat but you froze when you realised what he had meant.

Bakugo smirked on his way out. Not because you of what he had said and not even because you were flustered, but because he had won. No homo. —

You never spoke about that day again, and neither of you were ever going to admit any feelings out loud

Not for a very long while at least

#x reader #x male reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #mha #reader insert #request #headcannons

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Ancient Craft & Occultism

More On Spellwork

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By KB

Introduction

Whew…it's been a rough few weeks. Thanks to everyone for holding out and being patient with me as I try to get things together. Anywhooo - welcome back to class ♡ We're going to sink our teeth a bit deeper into the sweet and savory taste of spellwork! Last time, we went over the basic foundations of spellwork - raising, gathering, directing, releasing, sealing, and conducting a spell! Today, we're going to discuss different energy currents to create for your spell, talk a bit more on sealing the spell, and were going to talk about some mishaps that may happen during spellwork.

Energy Currents/Tethering

Scientifically, this would be a conduit you build that acts as a battery to send the surge of energy towards your goal - the exchange of potential and kinetic energy. If say, you were to create a tether from the sun, or moon, or a power plant, or your favorite waterfall, to say, yourself, you would be taking potential energy from that source and storing it (like a battery) in yourself. Until you used it, in which case you would convert that energy into kinetic energy.

You have the ability to intentionally direct energy currents from one energy source to another, much like a connection of attachment forms between you and whatever you hold dear. Even while these may require some upkeep, they are perfect if you are working on anything that calls for a lot of concentrated energy.

Typically, it functions best when there is a charged object between which you wish to establish a cord of conduit and an energy source. For this, it's crucial to connect with your personal energy, visualize, and open your mind's eye. When the chord has developed, you'll notice it. You can now construct a constant flow toward your directed target for the spell once the cord has established. The best part is that, like with a typical chord cut, you can toggle it off at any time as if it were a switch.

Sealing The Spell

For magical activities, endings are immensely potent. If you know what you're doing, you can exploit endings' strength to make your magic more effective. If you are executing a ritual to rid yourself of a problem, sealing the ceremony is a means to make sure that the energy of the ritual stays concentrated on eliminating the problem rather than fading away. By sealing the ritual, you permanently lock the ritual's energy in place. You strengthen your will by establishing that concluding contract. Something coming to an end provides closure and can help define limits. It might provide as a space to unwind and consider what has happened.

A sealed spell keeps out unwelcome effects similarly to how sealing a jar keeps out undesirable air. Sealing your spell is crucial for any practitioner who wants to have long-lasting effects because of these advantages. Your spell becomes more enduring and less prone to change if you seal it. This indicates that your magic will be considerably more difficult to change, which may be advantageous if your spell was well-written. But if you wind up regretting it, it may be a problem.

Making ensuring your spells are properly tied and secured to prevent alterations without your consent is known as sealing them. A sealed spell is comparable to saying "amen" or "so mote it be" following a working. It is a declaration that you have completed applying magic to this specific spell and is followed by your name. Even in secular circumstances, such as when signing a lease for a new car, there are rituals for finality. When you sign it, the intention (the new car) becomes yours.

The feeling that something has been left undone or that the spell itself has no effect can result from failing to seal a spell. Your spells must be sealed in order to be as focused and powerful as possible. It's possible that you won't have enough energy, that you won't be able to control your magical power, or that you won't know what to do next if you don't seal them properly. You might think the spell hasn't fully taken effect yet or that something is missing. If everything was done correctly, though, you would be fully aware of what needed to be done, where you needed to go, and how to get there.

Which brings me to our next section…

When Spells Take a Left Turn

Even the best of us experience it. You compose a spell with an intent, prepare all the necessary components and tools, cast the magic, and then something goes wrong. This section aims to explain the numerous reasons why spells go awry, their causes, and solutions. Now, please keep in mind these are not all of the ways and reasons as to why spells go wrong, but rather what I have found to be the most common through interactions with novices.

Nothing Happens

Simply understanding how a spell functions will go a long way in explaining this. In many ways, a spell is actually rather simple to grasp. It simply involves raising and accumulating energy, giving that energy a purpose or direction, and then releasing the energy into the world with the use of a catalyst. The "release" or "catalyst" is the crucial component in this. A spell that fails and does nothing is a result of the catalyst in this equation not functioning. It was not powerful enough to elicit the anticipated response, resulting in a transformation reaction that would cause the energy to move and flow toward its intended use. Energy returns to the source it was drawn from, as it cannot be generated or destroyed.

The majority of us experience fatigue or exhaustion after casting spells, which is natural. It is because of all the effort and focus we put into attracting that energy to us for use in our operations. The fact that we continue to feel exhausted and drained after casting a spell contributes to the difficulty in determining whether or not it was successful. It's important to keep in mind that the spellwork and energy pulling, rather than the actual energy movement, are what cause the tiredness.

This pattern of spell work, generally the catalyst, is the main cause of a spell failing 99% of the time. Any spell's catalyst is as basic as your knowledge and trust that it will work. You are not releasing the magic into the world and preventing the energy from taking form and shape if you don't believe the spell will succeed. Instead, that energy returns to being what it was before. When you cast a magic, the knowledge and trust that the spell will work give the spell its physical shape. Your faith gives it shape, even though the energy fuels it and the goal provides it direction. There is nothing to keep it together without that form. Imagine it as a bucket that is gathering water. Water serves as both the energy source and the function of the spout, but without a bucket to hold it all together, it simply empties onto the ground.

Backfiring

When a spell you cast backfires, it can cause the magic to act arbitrarily, work on someone else, and have several terrible side effects on you (with purpose, yes, getting to the end goal, yes, but still having random events thrown in being unpredictable to say the least). Contrary to popular opinion, a spell backfire might not harm you or even have any effect on you, therefore the name "backfire" is somewhat misleading.

This is exemplified perfectly by the next example. Imagine casting a charm to help secure a new loan you are requesting. You followed all the instructions exactly (or so you believe), but when the time comes to apply for the loan, you are rejected. Yet a week later, a friend of yours learns that she was given a loan even though her credit was considerably worse than yours. This was a miscast spell. You weren't impacted by it, but your friend was. Let's say you're being harassed at school and you want that person gone. You do a quick banishing spell to get them to go away, and they comply. However, all of a sudden your other pals start acting distant and cold toward you as well, ultimately abandoning you. This is an illustration of a spell that you cast that did its job but injured you in the process by leaving you alone rather than just removing one person.

A distraction when casting a spell is typically the most frequent reason for a spell to go wrong. In order to avoid this, it is crucial to always maintain a proper focus while performing any spell work. A spell's energy and working are very important.

Imagine the magic as a bodily cell. It develops, acquires mitochondria and nuclei, has a definite purpose, and strives to carry out that purpose. Imagine a virus entering a cell and altering even a single strand or minuscule portion of the double helix in the DNA. As a result, the cell might stop functioning, behave strangely, develop cancer, etc. In this illustration, the virus is the interruption that occurred during casting the spell. Even though it is minute, transient, and faint, it can have a terrible impact on how the spell functions as a whole.

Our thoughts shape the energy that generates and regulates spell work. A spell is not sentient; it does not think for itself; instead, it functions similarly to a computer. To get the computer to do what you want it to do, you must follow a series of protocols. When you are distracted, the computer doesn't know or care; it simply incorporates that into its program. This is why concentration and intent are so vital.

#elder witch #baby witch #witchblr #witchcraft #beginner witch #dark witchcraft #astrology #tarot #aesthetic #divination #witch #witch tips #witchythings #witchcore #spellwork

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the-hydroxian-artblog · 7 months

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So like, did eggman make the tails doll in your world? Or did he just show up one day? Is he even a machine??

So you know how Metal was listed in CD's manual as running on Orgone/Orgon, which is like, literally just life-force/ghost energy? Eggman also made TD using an experimental power battery that can absorb and conduct the stuff even better. Oddly, however, this caused Tails Doll to develop an unusual and entirely unprogrammed personality, acting extremely erratically, so Eggman quietly shoved him into storage due to being unable to safely destroy, power down, or deactivate the doll without destabilizing its now massive power source and potentially causing something catastrophic. Then, one day, TD simply escaped. If I were In Charge of game canon, that'd be my explanation on where Tails Doll has been.

In Hangin Out, Tails Doll since escaped to hang out with independent badniks, ghosts, and other freaks. He's something of a peacekeeper, due to his ability to effortlessly siphon all kinds of energy, and to a limited degree manipulate gravitational fields. Meaning, he can absorb souls, while effortlessly pinning corporeal threats down via expelling gravity waves onto them. Fast physical attacks from behind like punches and bullets are the only things that can take him down, as anything he can react to can simply be either absorbed of kinetic energy or pinned down with gravity waves. He's somewhat easy to run away from, for a while, but nearly impossible to fight without an ambush advantage, making him great at breaking up fights.

Despite all of this, Tails Doll is relatively pacifistic. He mostly just wants to play and drink up his favorite energy source; heat and light from the Sun. And UV rays. What he is at this point is a mix of machine and something else.

But most importantly.

he is my son.

And i love him very much.

#sigma-100001 #Tails Doll #sth #sonic the hedgehog

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6rookie-writer0110 · 4 months

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We didn't run out of time

The Incredibles x Male Reader

Request - how about Incredibles x Male Reader who's the oldest kid in the incredible family and his power was to manipulate kinetic energy like he tanks a punch from Mr incredible and can now use that energy to punch kick or headbutt something or someone with the same amount of force as that punch and is also very durable like falls from a plane and is totally also imagine after hero work he forgets to release the kinetic energy and lightly kicks a bouncy ball and suddenly it's bouncing all over the room and knocking/breaking stuff

Your parents left you in charge of your brothers and sister. Your parents went out for date night and you don't want anything to ruin their night.

“Mom and Dad left me in charge,” You said.

“We know, we were there before they left. I'm hungry and I don't want vegetables for dinner” Dash said.

“We are not eating ice cream for dinner,” You said.

“Why, not!?” Dash whined.

You are holding Jack-Jack, he is saying gibberish. You are the oldest son and sometimes they will leave you in charge when they go out etc. Sometimes, Dash would try to break the rules and you would try to stop him.

You did buy dinner and it was Chinese food. Dash raced to the table first, he grabbed the food and starts to eat it. You put Jack Jack in the high chair and you start to give him food. Everyone starts to eat and Jack-Jack is making a mess while he eats.

After dinner, you and Dash start to play video games. Violet is getting ready for her first date

“Are you going to make water come out of your nose?” Dash teased then laughed.

“Not funny!” Violet yelled.

He is still laughing and you tried to hold it in.

“Dash, leave her alone,” You said.

“Can't believe mom and dad let Violet go on a date” Dash said.

“Don’t embarrass me when he gets here, I mean it” Violet said.

“We won't embarrass you, stop being a drama queen,” You said.

“Whatever, Y/n” Violet said.

A bit later, Tony rang the doorbell. Violet tried to open it first but Dash used his speed to open the door, then you stand behind him.

“Hi, I’m Tony and I'm here to pick up Violet,” Tony said.

“Where are you taking her?” You asked.

“We will watch a movie then get something to eat,” Tony said.

“You better treat Violet right or I'm going after you” You said.

“Me too. We know where you live, Tony” Dash said.

You and Dash glared at him and he started to stutter.

“Leave him alone! We have to go! Oh, Y/n go check on Jack-Jack and he is- “ Violet said.

She rushed out of the house, and then you and Dash heard loud noises. You and Dash try to stop Jack-Jack from fighting the raccoon in the backyard. It took a while but you and Dash managed to break up the fight.

Later, while watching TV with your brothers suddenly robbers tried to break in.

“What do we do?” Dash asked.

“We are heroes. We will stop them, Dash get ready” You said.

“I’m ready, Y/n” Dash smirked.

Dash used his speed to mess with the robbers and take their weapons. Then Jack-Jack unexpectedly uses his laser eyes, then you use your energy to punch them through the wall.

“That was awesome!” Dash smiled.

He used his speed to tie up the robbers. Then your parents come home earlier and they are speechless.

“What happened?” Bob asked.

You and Dash started to talk once then Helen called the cops. Later, Violet came home and she couldn't stop smiling.

——

The next day… your mother Helen is making chocolate chip pancakes.

“Kids, breakfast is ready!” Helen yelled from the kitchen.

You, Violet, and Dash start to race.

“No point in running because I have speed, duh” Dash smirked.

You are holding your baby brother Jack-Jack.

“Have you heard of the story about The Tortoise and the Hare?” You asked.

“No. Why?” Dash asked.

“You should read it and you will know. Jack-Jack let's get cookies!” You smiled.

He loves cookies then he used teleportation. You and Jack-Jack beat Violet and Dash.

“Not fair! You cheated, Y/n” Dash said.

You, Violet, and Dash started to argue.

“Stop it! All of you are going to be quiet and eat the pancakes” Bob said.

You three didn't say anything.

“Now, you all can eat, and don't make a mess,” Helen said.

Everyone started to eat but Helen sighed, she was hoping no one would make a mess. You and Dash asked for more pancakes

✬ ✯ ✬ ✫

You and your family are trying to stop Syndrome. You are on the jet with your father, and the engine caught on fire.

“Let's jump on the count of three,” Bob said.

“I don't know about that,” You said.

He puts your hands on your shoulders and he knows that you are scared of heights.

“Three!” Bob yelled.

He pushed you out of the jet and you are screaming. Bob jumps out then you use your power manipulate kinetic energy, and you land on the ground so hard that it breaks in half and you aren't dead.

“Are you okay, son?” Bob asked.

“I need a minute,” You said breathing extremely hard.

The others got kidnapped, and now you and your dad have to stop Syndrome. It didn't take long to find them but Syndrome thinks he will win the fight.

“Just give up and I won't hurt them,” Syndrome said.

“We won't give up!” You yelled.

“We will fight as a family and we won't leave anyone beyond,” Bob said.

“Wake me up, when the lame speech is over” Syndrome laughed.

His robots arrived and they were huge.

“Get ready to fly,” Bob said.

“I’m ready, dad,” You said.

He picks you up then he throws you toward the robot. You punched through the robot and it collapsed. Then you start to fight Syndrome then your father joins and starts to help you.

After the fight, you and Bob found the others. They hugged you and Bob and you told them that you fought Syndrome.

✬ ✯ ✬ ✫

It started to snow and Dash woke up and he started to smile. He runs through the house to let everyone know that it's snowing outside. Now everyone is in the living room and Jack-Jack is playing with a ball.

“You all can play in the snow but wear gloves,” Helen said.

“Can we go outside right-” Dash said.

Jack-jack throws the ball at you, you try to kick it lightly but you forget to release your energy. The ball started to break everything in the living room, and Violet used her power to protect everyone. Bob used his strength to catch the ball.

“Y/n, you forgot to release your kinetic energy. We could have been hurt, we talked about this” Bob said.

“Sorry, dad. I forgot it won't happen again” You said.

“Your father is right. Go release your kinetic energy then you will play in the snow” Helen said.

“Okay, mom” You said.

You went to the training room to release your kinetic energy. Much later, you went outside to play in the snow with your family. Dash and Violet started to throw snowballs at you then your mom started to help you. Everyone is having fun throwing snowballs at each other.

Much later, everyone went inside and changed clothes. You helped your mother make hot chocolate and bake cookies.

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